Anon in Guantanamo (WIP)
(tags: NSFW, abuse, kidnapping, watersports)
(Characters: Suisei, Kronii, and Gura)
It was a normal evening, I had just finished watching a kronii stream. After sitting in my chair for 5 hours straight; the exhaustion, hunger and urge to urinate overcame me. After releasing my dark acrid urine into the toilet the cloud of fluid pirouetting through the water. A wave of hunger crashes over me as a cramp pings in my abdomen. I go to the kitchen, wherein I search the fridge then the cabinets. Even my food pantry is barren without a trace of edible material, I haven’t gone shopping in weeks and my supply of tendies and instant noodles have run out. The convenience store is still open at this hour. I grab my crocs, hoodie, keys and exit my domicile to gather sustenance.
As I go into the convenience store the female store clerk greets me, but I awkwardly go in between the isles due to my deficiency of social tact. I gather my goods, quickly pay and head home. In the dead of night, the streets are completely devoid of traffic. I usually take an alleyway between two buildings to go in the apartment building’s back entrance. As I turn the corner an arm reaches out and shoves a cloth into my face. The cloth reeks of a fuming chemical. I futilely struggle and slip into unconsciousness.
As if in a trance I lay on the precipice of consciousness. I cannot see, I cannot move, although efforts at the latter were inconsequential. The vibrations that jostle my body indicate that I am in some kind of moving vehicle. I hear interspersed conversation…..
”Why did we pick this guy up?” an unidentified male voice says.
“We have collected the suspect as part of the initiative” replies a woman in a business-like tone.
“Where is he being sent?”
The woman sounding somewhat irritated barks “That’s above your paygrade grunt!” I snap back to reality and moan “Ma’am I think he’s waking up.”
“Oh great, time for more sedatives” the weight of the man pressing me down to the floor shoves a needle into my thigh and the little bits of consciousness I had slip back into blackness.
The air is moist, the concrete I lay on is hard and cold. The smell of the air is stale and acrid with the scent of bodily waste. I open my eyes to be in a dark room with concrete walls and a Thick iron door of the likes of one at an insane asylum. The only light that filters into the room is through the small viewing slat on the metal door providing just enough light to discern the size of the room. “Ow!” I try to get up and stumble back down onto the floor on account of the numbness from not moving and the sedative. Upon hearing my utterance of pain, bright white fluorescent light fills the room and I am blinded despite my best efforts to cover my eyes as fast as possible.
“Get out you swine!” a female voice calls out. Turning around I see none other than Hoshimachi Suisei with a condescending look and her streaming attire replaced with a stasi-esque uniform with a pencil skirt accompanied by the clicks of heels echoing in her wake. Upon seeing her I am dragged to my feet by two soldiers in full military police gear and brought over to another room.
This room is the same affair with monotonous gray porous concrete walls and floor. There is blood both wet and dry on the floor with the tendrils of the blood streams coalescing at an old dental chair with a small table with various instruments that are unbefitting of a dental practice. On both sides of the dental chair are two taupe metal folding chairs. On the other side of the small room, there is a desk with a typewriter and some stationary where a dispassionate stenographer prepares for another session. The two guards force me into the blood stained dental chair. As I am strapped into it another officer in the same outfit with a space cut out for a tail, it was gura.
“Seems like the agents caught ya without harm” gura says jovially with her arms waving as she walks.
“Our ‘friend’ won’t be uninjured for long” she grabs a baton from the table. Suisei paces in front of you tapping the baton into the other hand, accompanied with the clicks of heels that reverberate off the walls.
“Do you think that the government doesn’t know what you do, what you download and that we don’t have a file on potential cases such as yourself?”
Panicking in the face of brutality I squeak out “What am I here for? I haven’t hurt anyone!” She takes the baton and strikes me with great violence across the face. I feel the baton strike reverberate through my jaw and it causes me to bite my tongue.
“You will only speak when I ask! But I’ll do you a courtesy as you will never leave this place alive. You are a schizophrenic, unhinged, it’s only a matter of time before you cause some major incident. We have seen your post history, we know your insecurities…”
“We’ve also seen your porn folder!” Gura interjects happily.
“Yes, rather unfortunately, but that does not change that you are here and that we wish to do a ‘study’ on an eccentric like you.” Chills surge down my spine with the intonation with which she said ‘study’.
“W-w-wait I’ll tell you whatever you want to k–” the outburst prompts another strike. My cheeks are on fire, I am drooling blood.
“There is someone that I would like you to meet, Gura fetch her” “aye aye chief” and she strides out of the room.
Suisei squats a little to meet me at eye level “I think you’ll find this little rabbit hole goes deeper than you think” she paints an artificial smile like that of when she streams. The oppressive silence of the room is occasionally broken by the clicking of a typewriter.
The heavy iron door screeches open and a gust of fresher air rushes into the room partially displacing the fetid stench of blood and bodily fluids. “Well, well, well, look who we have here” a slightly gruff female voice calls out entering the room. I lift up my head and am shocked by who I see. “Kronii! You are in on this too!!” I am aghast at this revelation and widen my eyes in horror. “I will start off by saying thank you for your money, going into paying our salaries, however..” She grabs the folding chair and swings it with extreme animosity at me. “AAAHHH!” I cry out in pain, the blow cavitates my chest, leaving me to hyperventilate futilely in a restrained position.
“What the actual fuck were you keeping in your porn folder!?” she says in a flustered tone. “H-h-hey now we can’t kill him right away, ha-ha-hah” Suisei says with an edge of nervousness in her voice breaking the collected deadpan character she had been portraying the whole time. “I know! I still feel violated though! Calm down, calm dooown.” Kronii pats herself down and straightens her uniform. “We need something from you and if you are unwilling or unable to do it you will face out ire and be killed”
“Please! Anything to stop this pai–” A sharp kick comes from Kronii straight into the stomach which causes me to heave expelling more blood and drool from my mouth.
“Shut up, I haven't finished speaking! We need you to help us classify 4chan posts, our best experts have been stumped and unable to decipher anything happening on /pol/. Those bastards run circles around us and only a channer could figure it out.”
“Uhmm, I don’t use /pol/ I don’t know what they are talking about either.”
At this point Kronii and Suisei both burst out “Why are these fucking weeaboos so goddamn useless!”
“Guard remove his restraints”
“Yes ma’am”
My restraints are removed and I am left to fall on the moist, putrid smelling floor. The pain of my bruised, maybe even broken ribs cut into me forcing tears to fill my eyes. I squirm and writhe on the floor to take the pressure off my chest. A swift kick from one of the officers halts that effort.
“If you would allow us a moment of privacy with the prisoner.” Suisei addresses the two guards and the stenographer. They file out of the room and close the door which rings with the same horrible screech.
Kronii addresses me with a strained voice brimming with malice “Now I have some pent up tensions about what we found in your file.” When she brought that up my heart sank, I have read and have stored many images and erotic stories about Kronii on my computer which they had presumably tapped, and now confiscated. My heart sinks because I am resigned to whatever fate she wills for me.
“Are we really doing this?” Suisei asks Kronii
“Yes I have some pent up anger to dispense”
She takes a stun baton from the table and brandishes its blue arc in front of my face then proceeds to push it into my crotch. The Electricity coursing through my pelvis causes great suffering as all the muscles contract and spasm causing me to fall onto the disgusting floor. As I am looking up I get a look at Kronii’s panties. They are opaque black cotton briefs with lace around the edges with loops on the side for garters that are connected via a black elastic strap to her black tights. She sneers in disgust. The absolute malice by which my oshi glared at me fills my heart with grief. She stomps on my stomach as a reprimand for this infraction of her honor. The point of her heel digs into my flesh.
“Do it Suisei.” As commanded she fiddles around in her skirt until she pulls out a pair of pink striped panties.
“These should work nicely” she replies in a lighthearted voice and then proceeds to shove them in my mouth. The perpetual heat outside makes it so that these panties are moist with sweat. The flavor makes me salivate, further reducing my ability to breathe through this tightly bunched cotton fabric. My eyes bug out as suisei steps over me lifting her skirt up and squatting a little. I know what happens next, I have definitely seen the ringo threads and I am about to be one of its victims. My muffled cries come to no avail, tears fill my eyes moments before they are washed away by the dancing pirouette of dark, dehydrated urine coming forth from Suisei’s nether regions. The dark liquid effluence streams down my face and into my hair and mouth. Only moments after the deluge started did the smell and flavor hit me. The scent is so potent and fetid that it feels as if her musk is evaporating into a miasma that burns my nostrils with every breath. The taste is so astringent and full of ammonia that it overwhelms my senses and I feel the immediate urge to gag or vomit. I know that I can’t vomit or death by asphyxiation is inevitable. With every breath I take, the urine-soaked panties atomize particulates of urine coating my throat and lungs with vaporized ammonia.
At this time I think to myself “Am I going to die this way, by drowning in piss?” My mouth is full and I cannot breathe. I must swallow this putrescent fluid if I hope to survive. I take a large gulp of Suisei’s urine, it burns my throat on the way down and the urge to vomit intensifies as my body involuntarily tries to remove the toxic tincture of chemicals from Suisei’s kidneys residing in my stomach. After 30 seconds, which felt like an eternity with the hellacious torrent bearing down on me finally had ceased. This is however not the end of my suffering, my eyes, nose, mouth, and throat still burn with the caustic kidney potion. I manage to spit the urine and saliva-soaked panties out of my mouth by compacting them and turning my head. Still every breath draws in the ammonia fumes I cough repeatedly when Kronii takes her foot off my stomach. She too pulls down her panties and proceeds to crouch over me. I prepare for another deluge, but what meets me is something different, my oshi’s piss is a very hydrated, light hay colored piss that cleanses my face of Suisei’s satanic secretions. I open my mouth to let this elixir of relief enter into my maw desperately gargling to wash out the ammonia-laiden stink out of my mouth and throat.
“Do you like your oshi’s piss? You seem to be lapping it up like the dog you are.”
“Yes *gurgle* gurgle* *gurgle*”
Kronii’s stream had ceased. I look over. Hoshimachi Suisei stands off to the side crestfallen and with a look of intense shame. “Was my ringo really that awful?”
As much contempt I have for the pain that she had put me through waterboarding me, It causes pain in me to see a vtuber that I had enjoyed the content of to be on the verge of tears from my rejection of her ringo.
“You need to drink more water, Suisei, juice isn’t enough to keep you hydrated. The room now smells like piss! You know we have three more interrogations today!” She then addresses me. “Are you willing to work with us or are you going to be subject to more interrogation?”
“I’ll comply! I’ll do my best to report on /pol/ posters”
Kronii is surprised at how quickly I reply, claps her hands and says “Great let’s get you cleaned up and put into the facility” she walks closer and as she passes by me says “don’t forget what happened, if you so much as step out of line you will end up back here.”
I shrug and am led to the showers, given a set of clothes that consist of khaki slacks, a gray collared shirt with an embossed emblem, with the words below it United States Interred Informant Program. This is how I became a glowie.