The next morning with your new mummified form covered in your spooge which you were still pumping out. The orgasm had made you practically mindless, and you could barely hear anything anyway. So you didn't notice when Story woke up and had gotten dressed and began to do the next bondage art. You never told him how you had managed to kill someone in your family. You had some issues and there was a long story behind it, but there was still the fact that you did it. Now the next bondage art unfortunately meant that it was finally time for you to pay for that crime. You couldn't hear them as you approach three women who were armed with swords and scorpions made into whips. You feel it though when they begin to stab you again and again and again. Soon they are peeling away the latex and only too late can you see their talon covered hands beginning to tear into your stomach and your organs. You scream and writhe as they began to drag you away, scorpions crawling over the exposed flesh and stinging away at you. You were taken into a portal of flame that closes behind you leaving Storyteller alone in your house. He sighs as he glances to the spot on the ground where you had once been.
"Well that was disappointing... I was actually really enjoying him." Sulking a bit as he sighs again, it was more than enjoyment. He had been starting to get attached even, but the bondage art had spoken and apparently Xavier was not the sort of mate he had thought he could be there for a moment. He had just started as a subject, but all that submission had been so sweet and the way he had been gaining dominance even in the throes of submission had been actually really rather alluring. Shrugging again as he begins to take his leave... oh well, time to find another.
BAD END!