Bad End Narrator 🔪

Despite the company's threats, the miners refused to work. They claimed a cave troll now roamed the deepest tunnels. You descended to face the brute. And in a certain sense, you succeeded. The miners returned to work, the company is happy, and now you're the one getting drilled.

When the government's 600-pound supermutant broke free from containment, you were the kunoichi they called in. Your sleep darts proved ineffective, but you soon found a way to subdue his rage. Now, as an expectant mother, you'll be joining the experiment under close observation.

"Hello, this is 911. What's ur emergency?" "A frogman is impregnating my wife!" "A frogman." "Could be a reptile. Definitely some kind of mutant!" "Sir, it's a crime to prank call 911." "Just hurry!" "We'll send an officer but if she doesnt find anything ur in trouble."

Your captor drags his colossal cock across your trembling chest. Your mind recoils at the thought of taking even one inchof this brutal thickness. He snorts and nickers as you endure more'n'more with every thrust and, at the hilt, he whinnies with delight.

The demon guffaws. "Thought you could take me 1-on-1 huh?" "Sh-shut up!" "Don't worry. I still have plenty of time to play with you." "Oh God~" "That little blade of yours was sharp. Let's see how you handle mine." "OH GOD~~~" #badend #defeat

Every kunoichi before you failed. You knew that going in. Yet you were certain you could triumph over the vampire lord. Now as the vile nightspawn spills hot within you and presses his mouth to your neck, you recall your master's last order: "Whatever happens, don't get bit."

The demons make you watch. Shackled to the wall, you have a front row seat to the defilement of your fellow kunoichi by these infernal fiends. Even when you clench your eyes, their whimpering moans are inescapable. Worse still, your own slit clenches in mounting anticipation...

When the demons attacked, you were dispatched with your fellow kunoichi. And for a time, you held them off. Yet one by one, you fell, overwhelmed by their might and your lascivious desires. Is anything more contemptible than a treacherous woman who abandons herself to pleasure?

Going into the zombie apocalypse, you thought you knew what to expect. A horde of shambling corpses. Or perhaps mobs of rage-addled runners. But the infected in this outbreak are driven by one thing alone: relentless, insatiable #lust. It's gonna be a long apocalypse. #badend

"Oh be careful!" The townspeople pleaded. "All who face the demon never return!" "Fear not!" you said. "For I, Althea Albright, banneret of the dawnguard, shall expel the evil from this land!" Mere hours later, all your expelling is demon seed from your gaping holy knight hole.

After a long, tiresome week at work, you head into the mountains to go hiking—and immediately encounter a portal to Another World. Even more surprising, a hulking juggernaut steps through. An orc! A million questions pop into your head but soon only one remains: when will it end?

"Hey Blondie!" The porcine brute barked. "You keep stealing my bounties!" You laughed. "If they're your bounties, why did I collect all the reward money. Hm?" "Grr." "Maybe if you weren't so tubby you'd be fast enough t—HGRK!" "Lets see how fast you are on your knees, bitch."

A line had formed. 10 or 12 minotaurs all stroking their eager, twitching cocks. The reason for this punishment? Rudeness. As a prissy elf, you ought to conduct yourself better in foreign lands. Etiquette is what separates us from beasts, and that is why the males patiently wait.

You whispered to your fellow guard. "I think the werewolf is a soldier. One of us." "Oh?" He mused. "What makes you say that?" "He got the chambermaid, the cook—it's got to be an inside man!" "You may be right. But let's keep it just between you and me, ok? I have a plan..."

Defenseless in the ogre's grasp, your increasingly broken pleas fall on deaf ears. You now endure the greatest challenge of your life: this unfathomably fat cock. With every thrust, your flesh yields, your mind slips. As your belly swells with warmth your thoughts disintegrate...

As the werebeast approaches, you brandish your knife. "Don't come any closer!" The creature flashes his claws—ten hooked horrors that could tear your flesh like wet tissue paper. With a nervous giggle, you unhook your bra. "Good doggy. " It falls to the ground. "Want a treat?"

You know your place, don't you human? Kneeling between the knees of your new Horned Lord, a swollen cudgel of flesh hangs inches from your face. The heady musk pervades your senses. You nuzzle the sack, breathing deep as you lick, kiss, and worship. Yes, you know your place.

With a dramatic kick, you burst into the tavern, knocking the front door clean off its hinges. "I'm here to kick ass and drink ale, and I'm all outta—" "You just broke my door," the minotaur innkeeper snarled. "Ha! Blow it out your horn, Blackhorn!" "No, I'mma blow in yours."

The orc groans in pleasure. "I'll never tire of elf #cunt." "Yeah?" You grit your teeth, fighting the urge to moan. "Well, I'm already sick of you!" The slap catches you off guard. Before you can regain control, you #squirm and #squirt on his #cock. "You were saying?"

"Done go alone!" Your daughter, the princess begged. "The orcs are cruel!" "Hear me, daughter. Brutes rule by brawn alone, but we Royals wield a greater power." "Power, mother?" "Our elegance. And our words." "But mom..." "You will see: the mouth is mightier than the sword."