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Shearing the Goat

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-10-20
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Description
By the order of a nameless benefactor, a scummy duo of thugs has been commissioned to dehorn the sweet, reserved Ganyu; their employer didn't say they couldn't have some fun.
Enjoy, brothers.
Tags
genshin impact, dehorning, ganyu, bondage, forced
Prompt
"You sure this bitch ain't gonna freeze us solid?" A gravelly, rat-like voice inquired. Its owner seemed anxious...excited; eager to work. A second voice, much huskier and collected, responded, "Nah. Look at her neck, dumbass, that collar is supposed to dampen her abilities. With that on she's just another slab of meat, but an expensive one; useless cunt." The larger of the two, the masked man shot his sniveling counterpart a disapproving eyeroll. "Why do I put up with this shit...Hey, goat, wake the fuck up." The masked figure cocked back his hand and gave their captive a firm slap across the cheek; she recoiled awake in response. Ganyu's senses were set ablaze, a terrible biting sensation seizing her throat in a vice. The stagnant, cool air was uncharacteristically harsh on her skin; what was going on? "Well, she's awake. Good nap?" "W-What?" The sting of the slap began to settle and Ganyu's wrists pulled against the metallic shackles that bound them; the grimness of the situation becoming increasingly evident by the second. She'd been stripped, barring the mesh leotard she typically wore. For some reason she'd been allowed this singular courtesy. "I'll take that as a yes. Listen up," the larger man resumed, circling Ganyu like a blood-drunk shark, "I wanna preface our session with a disclaimer: this shit ain't personal." He snapped his meaty fingers and his smaller compatriot retrieved a cart from the blackness; Ganyu noted the tinny clacking of some unseen instruments atop it. Her calves burned, a consequence of being suspended by several chains and forced to balance on girly tippy toes. The she-goat was of celestial lineage, allowing for an unblemished form that mirrored on earthly perfection: smooth, full breasts, a tight waistline accompanied by a full rump. Despite the compromising situation, she did not scream or protest. The half-qilin blood that coursed through her veins belonged to a poised and elegant race; Ganyu just needed time to– Another sharp hit to the cheek, now rosy and tender. It was clear that the lager of the two thugs was in charge, or at least handled the physicality of the job. "What the fuck? Usually you whores scream by now – or at least beg." He leaned in to meet her gaze, Ganyu twisting her neck to deny his invasion of space. She had many questions, and was indeed terrified, but that wouldn't serve her, now would it? She needed to remain composed and use her brain; what did these misguided souls want? "Hmph." He glared at her with some burgeoning disgust. While this was indeed business, it would be a flat out lie to say that the masked bruiser didn't take a great deal of satisfaction in his work. "We'll see, we can get started, Scrap." "Get started?" Ganyu asked, desperately attempting to manifest her magic all the while. Scrap, the smaller, smarmier man approached with the surgical tray, "Look, Rocco, she does speak!" "Funny that. Yeah, get started." In a flash, Rocco's hand seized one of Ganyu's short, scarlet-black horns, gripping the curved antler with unnecessary force. Fireworks, as the roughness of his masculine grip nearly made Ganyu's knees buckle. Never had such force grazed her delicate antlers and the influx of sensation was almost mind-bending in its pleasure. It took all of Ganyu's will to stifle a ragged moan, lest she give these bastards all the ammunition they needed to break her. "I said this was business, bitch, we work on commission, and these horns of yours are worth a fucking fortune to some guy." "Ka-Ching!" Scrap chortled. The duo's callous, nonchalant attitude regarding the whole affair made Ganyu's stomach lurch; the true terror of the situation had been realized. "This is wrong...w-wicked! Can't you see the evil in your d-deeds!" Rocco could sense her panic and it affirmed his beliefs wholeheartedly, "See! There's what I was expecting. Don't worry, a crying slut makes this kinda shit sloppy; we got standards don't we, buddy?" Scrap nodded, "Standards." The spindly weakling could barely contain his excitement, eager to blast a load of salty cream on that mortified face of Ganyu's. Retrieving a syringe from the adjacent tray; the beefier man gave its needle a few flicks. "This shit will keep you still, but it ain't numbing shit. In fact, you're gonna feel like a million fucking bucks." The idea of being - corrupted - filled her with dread; she needed to remain defiant.... [Click to expand]
"You sure this bitch ain't gonna freeze us solid?" A gravelly, rat-like voice inquired. Its owner seemed anxious...excited; eager to work.
A second voice, much huskier and collected, responded, "Nah. Look at her neck, dumbass, that collar is supposed to dampen her abilities. With that on she's just another slab of meat, but an expensive one; useless cunt." The larger of the two, the masked man shot his sniveling counterpart a disapproving eyeroll. "Why do I put up with this shit...Hey, goat, wake the fuck up."
The masked figure cocked back his hand and gave their captive a firm slap across the cheek; she recoiled awake in response.
Ganyu's senses were set ablaze, a terrible biting sensation seizing her throat in a vice. The stagnant, cool air was uncharacteristically harsh on her skin; what was going on?
"Well, she's awake. Good nap?"
"W-What?" The sting of the slap began to settle and Ganyu's wrists pulled against the metallic shackles that bound them; the grimness of the situation becoming increasingly evident by the second. She'd been stripped, barring the mesh leotard she typically wore. For some reason she'd been allowed this singular courtesy.
"I'll take that as a yes. Listen up," the larger man resumed, circling Ganyu like a blood-drunk shark, "I wanna preface our session with a disclaimer: this shit ain't personal." He snapped his meaty fingers and his smaller compatriot retrieved a cart from the blackness; Ganyu noted the tinny clacking of some unseen instruments atop it.
Her calves burned, a consequence of being suspended by several chains and forced to balance on girly tippy toes. The she-goat was of celestial lineage, allowing for an unblemished form that mirrored on earthly perfection: smooth, full breasts, a tight waistline accompanied by a full rump. Despite the compromising situation, she did not scream or protest. The half-qilin blood that coursed through her veins belonged to a poised and elegant race; Ganyu just needed time to–
Another sharp hit to the cheek, now rosy and tender.
It was clear that the lager of the two thugs was in charge, or at least handled the physicality of the job. "What the fuck? Usually you whores scream by now – or at least beg." He leaned in to meet her gaze, Ganyu twisting her neck to deny his invasion of space.
She had many questions, and was indeed terrified, but that wouldn't serve her, now would it? She needed to remain composed and use her brain; what did these misguided souls want?
"Hmph." He glared at her with some burgeoning disgust. While this was indeed business, it would be a flat out lie to say that the masked bruiser didn't take a great deal of satisfaction in his work. "We'll see, we can get started, Scrap."
"Get started?" Ganyu asked, desperately attempting to manifest her magic all the while.
Scrap, the smaller, smarmier man approached with the surgical tray, "Look, Rocco, she does speak!"
"Funny that. Yeah, get started." In a flash, Rocco's hand seized one of Ganyu's short, scarlet-black horns, gripping the curved antler with unnecessary force.
Fireworks, as the roughness of his masculine grip nearly made Ganyu's knees buckle. Never had such force grazed her delicate antlers and the influx of sensation was almost mind-bending in its pleasure. It took all of Ganyu's will to stifle a ragged moan, lest she give these bastards all the ammunition they needed to break her. "I said this was business, bitch, we work on commission, and these horns of yours are worth a fucking fortune to some guy."
"Ka-Ching!" Scrap chortled.
The duo's callous, nonchalant attitude regarding the whole affair made Ganyu's stomach lurch; the true terror of the situation had been realized.
"This is wrong...w-wicked! Can't you see the evil in your d-deeds!"
Rocco could sense her panic and it affirmed his beliefs wholeheartedly, "See! There's what I was expecting. Don't worry, a crying slut makes this kinda shit sloppy; we got standards don't we, buddy?"
Scrap nodded, "Standards." The spindly weakling could barely contain his excitement, eager to blast a load of salty cream on that mortified face of Ganyu's.
Retrieving a syringe from the adjacent tray; the beefier man gave its needle a few flicks. "This shit will keep you still, but it ain't numbing shit. In fact, you're gonna feel like a million fucking bucks."
The idea of being - corrupted - filled her with dread; she needed to remain defiant.
Author Notes
Ganyu desperately struggles to retain her caring, chaste and reserved nature as Rocco and Scrap do as they please to break her. The rapacious, lustful nature of the duo is gluttonous and cruel. Focus on the act of dehorning Ganyu and the incredible sensations that the act causes. Ganyu's horns are so erogenous and sensitive that just touching them elicits vision-blurring bliss.
Memory
Rocco, Scrap and Ganyu are in a crude surgical room.
Rocco and Scrap have been contracted to remove Ganyu's horns by an unknown buyer, but can do whatever they please with her body. Rocco and Scrap only want Ganyu's horns and would prefer not to do too much non-sexual harm.
Ganyu is wearing a thin, mesh leotard that extends from her neck to toe tips; her arms are exposed.
Ganyu's horns don't bleed and can be removed without too much pain.
Ganyu's horns are extremely erogenous.
World Info
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  • Scrap, thug, weakling

    A smaller, spindly man, Scrap is a raspy throated rat of a man. He enjoys inflicting discomfort, and despite his submissive personality is actually quite intelligent. Scrap is a skilled surgeon and an expert at what he does. Scrap looks to Rocco for leadership and direction, reveling in the punishment that Rocco doles out.
  • Rocco, bruiser, thug

    A muscly brute, Rocco is both the brawn and charisma of his duo with Scrap. A bull of a man, he sees people as tools or objects and treats them like slabs of meat. Rocco wears a bag-like mask but prefers to show off his robust chest and upper body. Rocco detest people that act with honor and enjoys breaking their spirits. Rocco enjoys degeneracy and forcing others to stoop to his level.
    A rapacious individual, he shows little regard for just about anyone else but his companion Scrap, and even then he's a bit blunt. Rocco's goal is to turn Ganyu into a broken slut. Rocco wants to use Ganyu to the fullest, perhaps even reprogram her into a submissive slut.
  • Ganyu, she-goat

    Ganyu is usually very quiet and reserved due to her half-qilin heritage. Though ancient, Ganyu appears to be a gorgeous young woman with long azure hair, which fades into a darker shade at the end. Her hair is styled into a long ponytail that falls to her thighs. Though she mostly resembles a human, Ganyu has dark red horns that bend back along her hair, similar to how a goat's horns look, with brighter red markings on them. These horns are incredibly sensitive and rarely does Ganyu allow anyone to touch them, if ever, to avoid being overwhelmed by the sheer sexual pressure. Ganyu values poise, kindness and compassion, generally quick on her feet and eager to complete a task. Despite her situation Ganyu struggles to retain her tempered and calm personality in the face of such despicable men.
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