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Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball.

The two blue cat women bounced their chins off of the crotches of the dog-men they were pleasing with their mouths. The sacks of the men smacked against the girls faces with every pump they delivered to their watering jaws. The men grabbed the women’s heads as their pumps quickened, until they both crescendo into a loud climax filled with moans and barks. A sea of cum filled the two women’s mouths as they sucked and swallowed every last drop of precious man-batter that entered their maws, trying their hardest not to drop any on the floor.
After finally finishing their explosive orgasms inside of the two feline females, the dog men pulled their pants and walked out of the recreation room, high-fiving one another as the pair of big-titted anthropomorphic catgirls kneel there, letting the semen hit the back of their throats as they finished swallowing the last of it. The older of the two looked at the younger one with a disappointed look on her face.
“I told you to use your tongue when you’re pleasing the superior species, Nicole”, the older blue cat said, her large breasts heaving as she chastised her daughter’s sexual experience.
Nicole, the younger looking blue cat, turned her face from the floor and looked at the older woman. “Sorry, mother. I forgot.”
Nicole’s mother, Mary, turned away from her daughter, staring at her own now-soaking wet crotch. She looked back up to her younger child with a dissatisfied look.
“That’s what you say every time we get males who want to use us. ‘You forgot’. There is no forgetting when it’s life or death, Nicole.”
Nicole nodded. “Yes, mother.”
Just then, a compound guard entered the room, armed with an electric baton. He beat the baton against his palm as he looked at the two nude animals still kneeling on the floor. Mary noticed the man walking into the room and bumped her daughter on the arm, making her notice the male looking at them.
The two felines both quickly put their faces to the floor and raised their asses in the air, bowing to the man walking into the room while their tails wagged slightly above their pussies. The man grinned at the girls giving him the respect he deserves.
“Alright, cunts”, he said in a gruff voice. “Back to your cages.”
He grabbed two strange yet familiar looking devices out of his equipment belt; they both looked like two metal flowers with chains attached to the end, the petals of the flower opening up to reveal a sharp blade sticking out of the middle. These were Vaglocks, and for women imprisoned in the compound, they were a form of some of the worst torture imaginable just by themselves.
The guard got behind the two girls whose heads were still to the ground, not peaking out at all, and stuck both the blades inside of their love-holes. Nicole yelped a bit while her mother remained silent, like she didn’t just get stabbed in her cunt.
With the steel petals of the Vaglock grabbing onto the girls’ butts and the blade stuck inside of them, the guard grabbed hold of the chain at the end of both devices and pulled the two girls forwards, their backs turning to the door as they were led out of the room by the man. They were dragged by their asses as they were forced to stare back at where they were walking from as the guard pulled on their chains.
While they were halfway crawling and being dragged, Nicole looked at some of the other cages filled with women of all races and species above the catwalk they were walking on; most of them were at least trying to sleep, others either quietly sobbing to themselves or outright bawling from their eyes. Some of them were human, others had a more alien-like appearance with green or blue skin, and a few of them were animal girls like her and her mother were; those one were just staring at them with pleading eyes, wondering maybe if there was some way the two women outside of their cages could knock the guard out and try to break them out. Though to Nicole, they just looked the same as every other sad looking female awaiting death.
The two ladies came to a sudden halt as the guard stopped, pulling out a set of keys and putting them into the lock next to one of the cages near the man’s knees. He turned the lock and opened the cage, staring down at the two girls looking up at him. He grabbed the Vaglock attaching itself to Mary and forcefully pulled it out, leaving behind a slight blood trail from her labia.
He looked at Mary. “Alright, bitch. Into your cage you go.”
Mary obediently followed the man’s directions as she crawled into the small, claustrophobic space, her ass sticking out of the bars as she stopped inside when her face hit the wall. The guard shut the door on her cage while her tail still slithered out between the bars. He turned the lock and pulled on the bars, making sure it was shut and locked. He then pulled the keys out and put them in the other lock, turning it and opening the cage door right next to Mary’s. He then looked at Nicole, grabbing her Vaglock and forcefully pulling it out in the same way he did to Mary’s.
“Get in”, he said in a commanding tone.
Nicole looked at the confined space that she hated living in so much; she looked up at the guard with puppy dog eyes, silently begging him not to put her in there again. He angrily grabbed her head and threw her headfirst into her cage, her face knocking into the wall as he slammed the door shut behind her as he twisted the lock to her prison cell and took the keys out. He started speaking again.
“If it were up to me, I’d have you two bitches put up against the wall. I guess our men still like using you up, hehe.”
The guard then started walking away, his footsteps echoing through the inner compound intermixed with the sounds of women screaming and crying.
Nicole looked at the cold, dark wall in front of her, and was then suddenly blinded by light as the wall in front of her opened up to reveal another set of iron bars, looking out at another thousand cunt-filled cages from another area of the compound. Next to her, her mother attempted to look at her while her massive tits were smashed against the floor of her cage.
Mary sighed. “What did I say about resisting commands? He could’ve killed you right then and there.”
“But he didn’t”, Nicole countered, glaring at the woman who gave birth to her. “You know they can’t, not unless Gumball comes and lets them.”
She winced at the name of her grandson. “I’m just saying that you need to be careful. You’re lucky he bought a life-certificate when he did.”
Nicole looked away from her mother and stared out at the vast prison in front of her. She remembered when the Purge had first started; her son Gumball and her husband Richard just started attacking her and Anais, her daughter, out of nowhere. She had heard about the recent female attacks in the news, but she thought there had just been some sort of misogynistic hysteria. She was wrong.
She remembered how she had to stick a kitchen knife in Richard’s head to keep him from choking her out; how Gumball somehow broke into her and Richard’s room and stabbed Anais in her chest. Although she still possessed her near-perfect martial arts skills, she felt disgusted at the idea of using them on her husband and son, even with what was happening around her. Gumball then tried to kill Nicole, only for them to struggle for the knife as her head got hit by a desk near the bed and passed out.
When she came to, she was stuffed into the bed of a metal transport truck with dozens of other women. There was barely any room to breathe, let alone move, and it felt like they had been stuffed in that vehicle for hours. All of a sudden, it stopped, and the door of the truck popped open to reveal sunlight, and the gruesome image of piles of female corpses on top of one another. There were also lines of women entering some sort of building next to them, and another line of girls lined up against a wall as they awaited for a squad of Sons of Adam soldiers to execute them.
The girls were pulled out of the truck and led in line towards the wall, being forced to witness a group of girls getting riddled with bullets every minute as the bodies continued to pile on one another. Nicole wanted to puke, she wanted to run away, but she knew if she did she would just get shot anyways.
She approached the wall with other women, fully naked with her boobs out, and closed her eyes as she waited for the killing blow to herself. There was a moment of silence, and she had sworn she heard the men firing on the women talking to one another about something, like it would make a difference to what was about to happen. She heard the gunshots ring out around her, but she herself felt she was still standing.
She opened her eyes to see her son, Gumball, standing behind the line of men who had just killed the women around her. He waved to her as one of the men in front of her hit her with the butt of his gun and led her into the large building the rest of the women were being marched into.
It turned out that the new government run by the Sons of Adam had a new system in place, allowing men to essentially buy women using documents called ‘life-certificates’ and letting them choose what they want to do with them. Most men chose to just kill whatever female they got their hands on, but others like Gumball wanted to keep them alive. Whether it was for sexual purposes or to make them suffer, she didn’t know. But in a strange way, her son saved her that day.
Nicole continued to get lost in her thoughts as her mother kept on her raving and ranting.
“It’s been a year since Gumball wanted to keep us alive, Nicole. What are we going to do when he decides he doesn’t want us breathing anymore? What if he decides that we’re no longer useful to him and his hunting buddies and their parties and orgies? I’m training you to be useful to men, to be worthwhile.”
Mary looked at her daughter, waiting for a response. Nicole was silent as Mary sighed again and stared out in front of her herself, waiting for the next time a man wanted to use them.
Time seemed to go by slowly for the mother and daughter duo. Occasionally, they’d see other women getting dragged along by compound guards, screaming for help. Sometimes they’d see a combination of human and animal men checking out their cages, contemplating raping and torturing them in the recreation rooms until moving along to pick another unlucky group of women to use.
As Nicole and Mary were sitting in their cages, they started to hear faint footsteps walking towards them. The footsteps stopped, and in their place two more guards showed up in front of their cages. They individually got out their keys and turned the locks to open the doors to the two cat ladies' spaces, dragging them out by their heads. The guards attached two Vaglocks to their cunts once again and yanked them towards the end of the catwalk they were walking down, without saying a word.
At the end of the catwalk, two more guards met up with them, creating a group of six. One of the other guards took what looked to be a pair of syringes out of his pocket filled with some sort of liquid and injected them into Nicole and Mary’s necks. Suddenly, Nicole saw her mother pass out onto the cold floor, with her following suit.
Nicole was shocked awake by an intense foreign feeling of pain hitting her entire body, raising all of her senses to eleven as she started to heavily breathe from the whiplash she had just received. She started to scream from the burlap sack that was covering her face, her muffled yells for help being overlapped by the sounds of men casually chatting with one another behind her.
She felt her tits being squeezed into a vice, being stabbed in the nipples by something, and her cunt having a cold, razor sharp blade stabbed inside of it, feeling even worse than the Vaglock she was so accustomed to. She didn’t know which one of these were the ones that woke her up so violently, but either way she couldn’t shake the feeling it was only going to get worse.
As she was screaming, she started hearing the screams of other women around her; three other ones, to be exact. One of them was her mother from the sounds of it, but she couldn’t pinpoint the other two, though they sounded like women that she had met before.
Every sound in the room they were in was rung out by the sound of an announcer speaking over them all.
“Aaaaand we’re back, with another exciting episode of ‘Prove Your Worth!’”
The men across from the still blindfolded women started to clap and applause loudly, whistling at the big-breasted females up on the stage in front of them, all hooked up to the same torture device. The announcer continued speaking as the audience started to quiet down.
“As always, I’m your host, David Benchura! And on today’s show, we’ve got four, count ‘em, FOUR, unlucky ladies who will suffer for our entertainment!”
The audience of men started cheering again while the host walked over to the device that the four girls were strapped to. He got next to Nicole and pulled the sack she had over her head off, revealing her eyes to the blindingly bright light above her and the other girls heads. David brought the microphone in his hands to Nicole’s mouth.
“So honey, what’s your name?”
Nicole adjusted her eyes to the blinding light, thinking of a response to the man questioning her amidst the confusion and agony she was feeling. Her mouth opened.
“I-“
A fist immediately knocked her in the face, making her reel back in pain towards the light. Blood started to drip from her nose as she got a glimpse of one of the other women next to her on the strange torture device she was attached to. She mentally gasped when she saw who was next to her.
It was Yuki Yoshida, her friend and former martial arts rival. Like her, she was strapped to the torture device, her large white, cloudy tits being stuck with pins inside of the nipples and on the sides of her titflesh, and her cunt straddling on top of a repeating blade. There also seemed to be two blowtorches placed under her boobs.
Turning her head sideways, she noticed the other two girls on the circular platform their torture devices sat on. One of them was her mother, looking more annoyed than angry or scared, and the other was an orange-gelatinous creature with dear antlers and wings. Her glowing, orange boobs popped out to the blue cat mom, making her realize this was her son's former girlfriend, Penny Fitzgerald. If she had to guess, Gumball must have bought her life-certificate at some point and chosen for her to potentially die this way.
Her head whipped back to face the game-show host who had just hit her, who was now laughing along with the audience.
“We don’t care about your name, cunt! You’re just a femoid, a tumor on the planet that we will soon get rid of! And that’s where Prove Your Worth comes in.”
The host walked over to the side of the torture device, displaying a large TV screen right above him and a lever to his left. The screen lit up with a graph of all four girls in the torture device.
“In this game, our four parasites will go tit-to-tit to see who can survive the longest. Each of them have a belt attached to their wastes, which will warp their spines beyond recognition, all the while their breasts begin to burn to a crisp under the blowtorches placed beneath them. The more they squirm, the more they’ll slide down onto the blades they’re sitting on, with the very bottom of the device featuring two spikes with another furnace placed beneath them, so if they slide all the way down, the bleeding holes between their legs will cook and bleed as well!”
Cheering and whistles erupted from the audience once again, some men visibly taking their dicks out and slowly starting to stroke themselves just to the thought of the depraved snuff game going on in front of them as the host continued.
“To win is simple; you just have to be the last one to scream ‘KILL ME!’ and you win! The winner even gets to live for another year! And what happens when the other three bitches scream that request? Well...”
The host nodded to a man situated on a ledge above the audience bleachers, aiming a massive sniper rifle above their heads and towards all the girls.
“Then my friend up in the stands there will pop your heads like cherries using his trusty cunt-killer rifle! Any questions?”
The men in the audience shouted “NO” in unison, putting a smile on David’s face and a fearful look of despair on the rest of the women’s. He talked through his grin as he put his hand on a lever next to him.
“Great! Ladies, are you- oh wait, you don’t have a say in it! Ready, set, go!”
David pulled the lever. With that, the circular platform the girls sat on started to rotate, showing off each of the females’ backsides to the audience every few seconds, as the girls’ tits started to turn red from the burns beginning to inflict themselves on the bitches boobs. They women started to scream like banshees, each of their backsides sliding onto the blades inch by inch, their holes being punctured by the powerful force of the daggers on the metal sheet they were sitting on.
Nicole shouts echoed through the stage, her screams of pain getting louder and louder as she descended lower onto the blade, her cunt starting to bleed like a red waterfall. Her blue jugs started to slightly tear, revealing the bloody red meat underneath while they were cooked by the torches underneath her. She was ready to scream, ready to quit, until another voice overpowered hers.
“KILL ME! KILL ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE KILL ME!”
The voice of her apparently fearless friend and rival, the voluptuous cloud woman, screamed at the top of her lungs, her ass almost hitting the spikes near the end of the spiked pulley she was on. The rotating platform stopped as all four girls were crying and panting, trying to recover from the sheer hell they were experiencing in front of so many men. Yuki was crying her eyes out as the host gave a silent nod to the man with the rifle above the audience.
The barrel of the gun shot a high-velocity bullet out of itself, firing straight into Yuki’s eye as her entire head blew into a mist of red, her body going limp on the machine belt she was sitting on. The blood of her friend covered Nicole and the other two females.
David smiled as he pulled the lever, making the rotation start again. On the screen, a large red X was put over Yuki’s face, with the other three girls' faces still on screen. The screaming continued as the girls’ lowered even deeper onto their bladed pulleys, their tits starting to almost melt off from the intense heat of the flames torching their melons. The spinning got quicker and quicker as Nicole’s spine became more contorted, almost eliciting a cry for help from the cat mom. Until another scream interrupted hers.
“KILL ME, PLEASE! I DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE!”
With those words, the spinning stopped. And without another sound, the head of Mary Senicourt, the woman who made Nicole, popped like a balloon, exploding into hundreds of chunks of brain matter all over the remaining two girls. Nicole saw the X crossover Mary’s face. She wanted to cry and cry and cry, but she couldn’t. The rotating started again, for the final time.
Only Nicole and Penny remained, both of their half-living bodies descending on the blades and spinning on the platform, their screams almost piercing the ears of some of the men in the room. Almost all the men in the room were jacking off now, some of them covered in blood and brains from the head explosions that happened earlier. Finally, the two girls bubble-butts hit the spikes, their cunts starting to set on fire, their tits almost completely burned and torn off, and blood dripping from their abdomens. Then, one of them screamed.
“JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME, KILL ME, PLEASE, P-“
Before Penny could even finish her final wish, her head exploded from the bullet entering her skull, the bone and blood fragments hitting Nicole, the final girl, in her face, coating her tits and ass with girl parts.
The men cheered from the display, many of them coming to their own climax at the sight. David walked away from the lever that he just stopped and halted in front of Nicole, barely alive with her breasts a rainbow of black, purple, red and blue, and the fire hitting her clit. Nicole was facing the audience as David brought his mic to her face.
“Congratulations, bitch! You won! What are you gonna do now?”
Nicole said nothing. The last thing she saw before a faint light drained from her eyes was her grown-up son in the audience, stroking his penis to the sight of his dead female loved ones.
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