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This client of mine only wanted blood and gore. No actual sexual intercourse. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Something a bit different! This client of mine only wanted blood and gore. No actual sexual intercourse. ", "writing": "A cloaked figure walked through the dock yard late at night. His dark clothing made it impossible to see who he was, and the fact that he avoided any sort of lights that lit the cramped walkways made him even harder to spot. The only light that would illuminate him at short intervals was his phone. Which he checked to make sure he was headed in the right direction of where he heard there was some old technology abandoned.\n\nHe put his phone away once he spotted the nearby warehouse. He double checked to make sure the number matched what he was looking for. Warehouse 0451 was surrounded by the salty air of the gulf. The smell in the air itself was almost strong enough to make the unknown male start tasting salt in his mouth.\n\nBefore he started to get a headache from the sea-salt filled air, he put his hand in his pocket and fished out a multipurpose tool. He used his nails to flick away various tool heads until he got to the lock pick. He fiddled with the old, rusty, ignored lock for about half a minute or so. The inner workings were slightly damaged due to time and the conditions of the muggy weather, so it didn't take the unknown rogue long to force open the lock. The top of the lock popped open and once he put his multitool back in his pants pocket, he headed inside.\n\nThe criminal made sure to close the door behind him after he moved the lock inside to make sure no wandering dock security would notice the door was ajar and peek inside. He then looked around the warehouse. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as various cargo containers marked with ‘Steel Clan’ graffiti laid out in the open. \n\nThe trespasser approached the containers and was surprised to see they were all unlocked. He guessed someone was here before him. Although once he opened the first container, he didn’t have to guess anymore.\n\nInside the container was mostly intact metal gargoyles. Some had an arm or two missing, some had legs removed, others were just torsos. It looked like a parts container that was on the way to an assembly factory before the clan got disrupted.\n\nAs the newest person to break into the container shined the flashlight in his phone over the parts, he grimaced as he saw the more intact gargoyles were roughly graffitied over. Crude messages like ‘this bot sucks cock’ and ‘clanker trash’ littered their bodies while other more creative *artists* spray painted lips, breasts, or genitals onto the robots depending on where they painted. None of these robots would help with what the current examiner wanted. He closed that parts container and moved onto the next one.\n\nHe automatically tried to open the container door as he assumed it was going to be unlocked. Yet another padlock locked this one. Either those vandals didn’t break into this container, or they did and actually put the lock back on. Not wanting to waste time picking this lock, the man grabbed a nearby discarded hammer some angsty teen probably took to beat up the robot parts and used it to bash the lock. It fell apart pretty easily. The hammer and lock pieces clanging on the floor as they hit it.\n\nThe man opened the second container. His eyes lit up as he found various untouched, and more importantly, intact robot gargoyles. He quickly took his phone out and attached it to a wire he brought with him. He plugged his phone into a couple of the gray robots and used his phone to ‘wake’ them. As-well as synced their visual feedback to his phone so he could see what they saw. He then messed around with their programming and stopped when all that remained was their default programming. He set a timer for when they would automatically awaken, then left the warehouse as quickly as he broke into it. Chuckling to himself as he was excited to see what would happen.\n—-\n\nAbout half an hour or so later, small balls of light flickered on and lit the inside of the container as six of the mostly humanoid robots woke up from their long hibernation. The boot up sequence ran as they voiced their diagnostics to no-one but themselves. The silvery gray robots then tore open the cargo container doors and punched a hole in the roof as they flew away to complete their objective. To find and destroy the gargoyle known as Brooklyn. Yet their programming was so outdated, they didn’t know how to do that. \n\nWhile they were in flight and looking around for the red gargoyle, they used their internal access to the internet to look up various ways to eliminate your enemy. They watched and shared their findings with the other mechanical gargoyles. Their findings included but were not limited to footage of a soldier getting their fingernails removed as blood shot out of their newly uncovered nail bed as the soldier screamed and the captors interrogated them. As the soldier kept quiet, the captors used a hand crank to force rusty nails into the exposed fingertips as they slowly drilled the nails into the fingertips. Making the dark red blood now fly from the top of the fingers, and the bottom where there was a hole from the nails.\n\nThe footage fascinated the gargoyles, but their sharing of porn was interrupted when one of them saw Brooklyn lounging on a roof. He looked to be graying and was getting old. His loincloth lazily covering his cock and balls. \n\nThe gargoyles split off into teams of two after they confirmed the sighting. Two of the gargoyles flew off and sat on a nearby roof and watched the red gargoyle in case he tried to run. The second team of two flew close to the street level in case Brooklyn tried to flee by the streets. The third pair flew to Brooklyn. The first one delivered a strong punch to the resting Gargoyle’s face before he could even realize what happened. The second gargoyle landed next to the first one as they wiped blood from their hand. Brooklyn was laying there, seeing stars, concussed, and bleeding from the nose.\n\nThe second gargoyle held Brooklyn down as the first gargoyle pressed a couple buttons on his arm. This made a small hatch in his forearm open. He reached inside and pulled out various instruments. Including a small hand saw, some pliers, and some frayed rope. The robot took the rope first and used it to bind Brooklyn’s hands. The frayed wire dug into his wrist flesh and made his wrists bleed as he struggled. The robot then used some more wire-like rope to tie each of Brooklyn’s ankles to a couple loose blocks of concrete. Forcing Brooklyn to make a sort of ‘Y’ form as his feet were bound.\n\nEven if Brooklyn wasn’t concussed so badly that he could hardly speak, he would have known that there was no use pleading with these sort of robots. The second robot made sure he stayed beat and confused. Whenever he would look like he was starting to come back around, the robot would hit him square in the temple or the side of the head again.\n\nAs the second robot made sure Brooklyn was unable to get out of his restraints, the other robot grazed his hands over the pliers and saw. They knew they had to eliminate Brooklyn, but the videos and articles online said that humans often took their time. So why shouldn’t they? Instead of simply cutting Brooklyn’s throat and leaving him there, the robot grabbed the pliers and used them to grab his pinky toe. \n\nWithout so much as a warning, the robot used all the weight in it’s body to yank at the toe. Brooklyn screamed out as the small knuckles popped out of place, and the tiny toe bones were crushed by the force of the pliers. Reared welled up in Brooklyn’s eyes as he felt his toe flesh start to tear. The skin snapping off from the rest of his foot as muscle and bone was forcibly ripped away from the foot. Dark crimson blood shot out of the toeless stump as bone jutted from the messily severed toe.\n\nThe robot tossed the toe aside as it didn’t show any sign of significance besides being a lump of flesh that stored blood for their target. He then went to one of Brooklyn’s hands and wanted to experiment on one of his fingers. Instead of using a tool however, the mechanized gargoyle used his own sharp claw to dig into Brooklyn’s hand. Crudely sawing in and out of his palm to see how his hand muscles reacted to such pain, and to see how easy it was to cut him open as he covered the robot’s hand in his blood. \n\nBlood pooled around Brooklyn as the robot cut from the base of the palm, outwards to the space in-between the fingers. Brooklyn’s hand looked like he purposely put his hand into a running power saw multiple times. The excruciating pain left him crying as the blood loss made him slightly lightheaded now.\n\nThe first robot motioned to the second one, and the two moved the blocks that bound Brooklyn so they forced him to lay on his side. He thought to ask what the two were doing before he felt the sharp pain of the gargoyle’s feet against his wings. They stomped at the base of the wings where they joined Brooklyn’s back as his bones snapped from the unrelenting robots. They left no wing joint untouched as they mangled each and every bone in his wings to the degree that Brooklyn wished his wings were severed instead. That way he wouldn’t have such pain shooting into his back.\n\nOnce the robots had Brooklyn throughly crippled by slicing his hand, ripping a few toes off, and utterly destroying his wings, the two lain him back on his back as they let the sharp, broken bones of his wings poke him in the back. The second robot watched what the first one did as it picked up the saw and rubbed it against Brooklyn’s chest. Teasing his skin with it before it used the sharp saw teeth to cut Brooklyn’s chest skin in a rectangular fashion. Starting above his pecs, then slicing the skin all the way down until it reached his belly button. Blood leaked from the sides as the robot sliced the skin.\n\nOnce the rectangle was cut, the robot grabbed the skin in the middle of the rectangle and pulled away from Brooklyn’s body. He cringed in pain and cried out as the robot pulled his skin off. Revealing his bloody, muscly chest and stomach. Yet the robot still wasn’t satisfied. It took the saw and started accurately cutting out sections of Brooklyn’s muscles. It tossed them aside on the roof as Brooklyn’s guts were exposed. He looked down in absolute horror as he never saw his innards before.\n\nIt didn’t take long after that for Brooklyn to pass out both from the pain, and the blood loss. The robot played with his guts and explored them some before deciding it was about time to finish the job and to confirm Brooklyn was dead.\n\nThe second robot took the bloody saw and started sawing into Brooklyn’s neck. The gargoyle didn’t move at all as he was slowly and messily decapitated. His neck stump glistened in the moonlight as Brooklyn’s head fell off. To add insult to injury, the two kicked Brooklyn’s head around as if playing soccer or something. Trails of blood being painted on the roof as Brooklyn’s decapitated head was kicked around. \n\nAs the two kicked the head around, one robot eventually spiked it as it kicked the head pretty hard. The head rolled of the side of the roof and fell all the way down into an alley, where there was some trash. The robots looked down where the head landed and shrugged to each other. They then threw the concrete blocks over he same side as the gutted and butchered corpse joined the head in the trash area. Once the robots saw that the gargoyle was thoroughly taken care of, they flew off to hunt some other poor bastard down.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A cloaked figure walked through the dock yard late at night. His dark clothing made it impossible to see who he was, and the fact that he avoided any sort of lights that lit the cramped walkways made him even harder to spot. The only light that would illuminate him at short intervals was his phone. Which he checked to make sure he was headed in the right direction of where he heard there was some old technology abandoned.

He put his phone away once he spotted the nearby warehouse. He double checked to make sure the number matched what he was looking for. Warehouse 0451 was surrounded by the salty air of the gulf. The smell in the air itself was almost strong enough to make the unknown male start tasting salt in his mouth.

Before he started to get a headache from the sea-salt filled air, he put his hand in his pocket and fished out a multipurpose tool. He used his nails to flick away various tool heads until he got to the lock pick. He fiddled with the old, rusty, ignored lock for about half a minute or so. The inner workings were slightly damaged due to time and the conditions of the muggy weather, so it didn't take the unknown rogue long to force open the lock. The top of the lock popped open and once he put his multitool back in his pants pocket, he headed inside.

The criminal made sure to close the door behind him after he moved the lock inside to make sure no wandering dock security would notice the door was ajar and peek inside. He then looked around the warehouse. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as various cargo containers marked with ‘Steel Clan’ graffiti laid out in the open.

The trespasser approached the containers and was surprised to see they were all unlocked. He guessed someone was here before him. Although once he opened the first container, he didn’t have to guess anymore.

Inside the container was mostly intact metal gargoyles. Some had an arm or two missing, some had legs removed, others were just torsos. It looked like a parts container that was on the way to an assembly factory before the clan got disrupted.

As the newest person to break into the container shined the flashlight in his phone over the parts, he grimaced as he saw the more intact gargoyles were roughly graffitied over. Crude messages like ‘this bot sucks cock’ and ‘clanker trash’ littered their bodies while other more creative *artists* spray painted lips, breasts, or genitals onto the robots depending on where they painted. None of these robots would help with what the current examiner wanted. He closed that parts container and moved onto the next one.

He automatically tried to open the container door as he assumed it was going to be unlocked. Yet another padlock locked this one. Either those vandals didn’t break into this container, or they did and actually put the lock back on. Not wanting to waste time picking this lock, the man grabbed a nearby discarded hammer some angsty teen probably took to beat up the robot parts and used it to bash the lock. It fell apart pretty easily. The hammer and lock pieces clanging on the floor as they hit it.

The man opened the second container. His eyes lit up as he found various untouched, and more importantly, intact robot gargoyles. He quickly took his phone out and attached it to a wire he brought with him. He plugged his phone into a couple of the gray robots and used his phone to ‘wake’ them. As-well as synced their visual feedback to his phone so he could see what they saw. He then messed around with their programming and stopped when all that remained was their default programming. He set a timer for when they would automatically awaken, then left the warehouse as quickly as he broke into it. Chuckling to himself as he was excited to see what would happen.
—-

About half an hour or so later, small balls of light flickered on and lit the inside of the container as six of the mostly humanoid robots woke up from their long hibernation. The boot up sequence ran as they voiced their diagnostics to no-one but themselves. The silvery gray robots then tore open the cargo container doors and punched a hole in the roof as they flew away to complete their objective. To find and destroy the gargoyle known as Brooklyn. Yet their programming was so outdated, they didn’t know how to do that.

While they were in flight and looking around for the red gargoyle, they used their internal access to the internet to look up various ways to eliminate your enemy. They watched and shared their findings with the other mechanical gargoyles. Their findings included but were not limited to footage of a soldier getting their fingernails removed as blood shot out of their newly uncovered nail bed as the soldier screamed and the captors interrogated them. As the soldier kept quiet, the captors used a hand crank to force rusty nails into the exposed fingertips as they slowly drilled the nails into the fingertips. Making the dark red blood now fly from the top of the fingers, and the bottom where there was a hole from the nails.

The footage fascinated the gargoyles, but their sharing of porn was interrupted when one of them saw Brooklyn lounging on a roof. He looked to be graying and was getting old. His loincloth lazily covering his cock and balls.

The gargoyles split off into teams of two after they confirmed the sighting. Two of the gargoyles flew off and sat on a nearby roof and watched the red gargoyle in case he tried to run. The second team of two flew close to the street level in case Brooklyn tried to flee by the streets. The third pair flew to Brooklyn. The first one delivered a strong punch to the resting Gargoyle’s face before he could even realize what happened. The second gargoyle landed next to the first one as they wiped blood from their hand. Brooklyn was laying there, seeing stars, concussed, and bleeding from the nose.

The second gargoyle held Brooklyn down as the first gargoyle pressed a couple buttons on his arm. This made a small hatch in his forearm open. He reached inside and pulled out various instruments. Including a small hand saw, some pliers, and some frayed rope. The robot took the rope first and used it to bind Brooklyn’s hands. The frayed wire dug into his wrist flesh and made his wrists bleed as he struggled. The robot then used some more wire-like rope to tie each of Brooklyn’s ankles to a couple loose blocks of concrete. Forcing Brooklyn to make a sort of ‘Y’ form as his feet were bound.

Even if Brooklyn wasn’t concussed so badly that he could hardly speak, he would have known that there was no use pleading with these sort of robots. The second robot made sure he stayed beat and confused. Whenever he would look like he was starting to come back around, the robot would hit him square in the temple or the side of the head again.

As the second robot made sure Brooklyn was unable to get out of his restraints, the other robot grazed his hands over the pliers and saw. They knew they had to eliminate Brooklyn, but the videos and articles online said that humans often took their time. So why shouldn’t they? Instead of simply cutting Brooklyn’s throat and leaving him there, the robot grabbed the pliers and used them to grab his pinky toe.

Without so much as a warning, the robot used all the weight in it’s body to yank at the toe. Brooklyn screamed out as the small knuckles popped out of place, and the tiny toe bones were crushed by the force of the pliers. Reared welled up in Brooklyn’s eyes as he felt his toe flesh start to tear. The skin snapping off from the rest of his foot as muscle and bone was forcibly ripped away from the foot. Dark crimson blood shot out of the toeless stump as bone jutted from the messily severed toe.

The robot tossed the toe aside as it didn’t show any sign of significance besides being a lump of flesh that stored blood for their target. He then went to one of Brooklyn’s hands and wanted to experiment on one of his fingers. Instead of using a tool however, the mechanized gargoyle used his own sharp claw to dig into Brooklyn’s hand. Crudely sawing in and out of his palm to see how his hand muscles reacted to such pain, and to see how easy it was to cut him open as he covered the robot’s hand in his blood.

Blood pooled around Brooklyn as the robot cut from the base of the palm, outwards to the space in-between the fingers. Brooklyn’s hand looked like he purposely put his hand into a running power saw multiple times. The excruciating pain left him crying as the blood loss made him slightly lightheaded now.

The first robot motioned to the second one, and the two moved the blocks that bound Brooklyn so they forced him to lay on his side. He thought to ask what the two were doing before he felt the sharp pain of the gargoyle’s feet against his wings. They stomped at the base of the wings where they joined Brooklyn’s back as his bones snapped from the unrelenting robots. They left no wing joint untouched as they mangled each and every bone in his wings to the degree that Brooklyn wished his wings were severed instead. That way he wouldn’t have such pain shooting into his back.

Once the robots had Brooklyn throughly crippled by slicing his hand, ripping a few toes off, and utterly destroying his wings, the two lain him back on his back as they let the sharp, broken bones of his wings poke him in the back. The second robot watched what the first one did as it picked up the saw and rubbed it against Brooklyn’s chest. Teasing his skin with it before it used the sharp saw teeth to cut Brooklyn’s chest skin in a rectangular fashion. Starting above his pecs, then slicing the skin all the way down until it reached his belly button. Blood leaked from the sides as the robot sliced the skin.

Once the rectangle was cut, the robot grabbed the skin in the middle of the rectangle and pulled away from Brooklyn’s body. He cringed in pain and cried out as the robot pulled his skin off. Revealing his bloody, muscly chest and stomach. Yet the robot still wasn’t satisfied. It took the saw and started accurately cutting out sections of Brooklyn’s muscles. It tossed them aside on the roof as Brooklyn’s guts were exposed. He looked down in absolute horror as he never saw his innards before.

It didn’t take long after that for Brooklyn to pass out both from the pain, and the blood loss. The robot played with his guts and explored them some before deciding it was about time to finish the job and to confirm Brooklyn was dead.

The second robot took the bloody saw and started sawing into Brooklyn’s neck. The gargoyle didn’t move at all as he was slowly and messily decapitated. His neck stump glistened in the moonlight as Brooklyn’s head fell off. To add insult to injury, the two kicked Brooklyn’s head around as if playing soccer or something. Trails of blood being painted on the roof as Brooklyn’s decapitated head was kicked around.

As the two kicked the head around, one robot eventually spiked it as it kicked the head pretty hard. The head rolled of the side of the roof and fell all the way down into an alley, where there was some trash. The robots looked down where the head landed and shrugged to each other. They then threw the concrete blocks over he same side as the gutted and butchered corpse joined the head in the trash area. Once the robots saw that the gargoyle was thoroughly taken care of, they flew off to hunt some other poor bastard down.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Brooklyn’s butchering (torture comm)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "43" }