Tyson [movie]

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Warning: The following content contains extremely explicit, violent and sexual descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please only continue reading if you are aware of this.

In the cool, clean atmosphere of the medical faculty's waiting area, Tyson Curren sat on a padded chair. His attire was immaculate: a sharply cut suit and an elegant tie adorned his frame. As he waited, the soft vibration of his phone interrupted the silence. He pulled it out, and a message from his friend Bria caught his eye: "Stop ignoring us. The game is real."

Tyson furrowed his brow and casually replied with a poop emoji. Determinedly, he pressed "Send," not willing to entertain what he perceived as nonsense.

Shortly after, an assistant approached, catching his attention. "Tyson Curren?" she inquired in a professional yet warm tone.

Tyson stood up and followed her with determined strides. "Let's get started," he said firmly, his voice unwavering and focused.

Tyson entered Room 312 on the third floor of the administration building, a modern conference room with large windows overlooking the sunny campus. Dr. Carter, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and a seductive smile, sat at the table with a tablet in front of her. Her blouse stretched across her chest, and her posture exuded authority. “Mr. Curran, please take a seat,” she said, her voice velvety but with a hint of danger. Tyson sat down, his smile charming, his posture confident. The conversation began routinely: questions about his grades, his internships, his motivation for medicine. Tyson answered fluently, his voice clear, his arguments convincing. He was convinced that this moment would secure his future.

Outside, Olivia, Bria, Markie, Lucas, and Penelope ran across campus, their faces contorted with panic. They knew the game was real, that the game knew no mercy. Olivia had warned Tyson, but his mocking phone call had confirmed her fears. “He'll lie!” Olivia gasped as they raced up the stairs. “We have to save him!” Lucas nodded grimly. “If he refuses to tell the truth, he's dead.” Markie added, “We can't be too late!” Penelope, tears in her eyes, gasped, “Hurry!”

In the conference room, the atmosphere changed. Dr. Carter's smile grew wider, unnatural, her eyes glowing like coals. She leaned forward, her blouse opening slightly, revealing lace. “Mr. Curran,” she said, her voice deep and sensual, “it's time for another question. Truth or dare?” Tyson laughed nervously, his confidence wavering. “What?” he asked, uncertain. Dr. Carter's face contorted, her grin becoming grotesque, like the one they had seen in Mexico. “Truth or dare, Tyson,” she repeated, her voice echoing unnaturally.

Tyson felt sweat dampening his palms. “Truth,” he said, his voice trembling. Dr. Carter's grin widened, her eyes black as abysses. “Did you ever **** Penelope to present herself naked in front of strangers, breaking her brain with **** and manipulation until she was nothing more than a mindless shell carrying out your commands?”

The question hit Tyson like a blow. His heart pounded, his mouth went dry. The absurdity almost made him laugh, but the darkness in Dr. Carter's eyes held him back. “No,” he stammered, “that never happened.” Dr. Carter's laughter was deep, gurgling, and filled the room. “Wrong answer, Tyson,” she whispered, her voice coming from everywhere.

Suddenly, an eerie **** took hold of Tyson's body. Dr. Carter stood up, her body changing. Her hips arched, and a huge, pulsating horse penis grew out of her abdomen, monstrous, covered in thick veins, glistening with unnatural moisture. “You miserable liar,” she growled, her voice a lustful sneer. “You think you can fool me? I'll tear your body apart, you worthless piece of shit.” Tyson tried to fight back, his arms flailing, but his muscles were paralyzed. He stumbled backward, crashing into the wall, his breath a panicked gasp.

Dr. Carter grabbed him, her nails digging into his shoulders, tearing his clothes apart. “You're going to scream, you little fucker,” she hissed as she yanked his pants down. Tyson wanted to scream, but the pain paralyzed his voice as she drove the gigantic penis into his asshole with brutal ****. The penetration was an inferno of agony, skin and muscles torn, blood spurting onto the floor, mixing with the smell of sweat and metal. Each thrust was a hammer blow, hurling his body against the wall, shredding his insides. “Feel that, you dirty bastard,” Dr. Carter sneered, her hips thrusting with inhuman ****, the penis drilling deeper, destroying everything inside him. Tyson's body hung on the wall only by the raw power of the penis, his legs twitching uncontrollably, his face a mask of silent horror.

When she came, it was like a volcanic eruption. His belly swelled as if he were six months pregnant, and a hot, thick flood filled Tyson's insides, causing his belly to swell grotesquely until his skin and muscles threatened to tear. He was dazed, his consciousness fading, but his heart was still beating weakly. Dr. Carter pulled back, only to grab him again. “You're not done yet, you pathetic worm,” she growled. She lifted him up, her penis glistening with blood and semen, and **** it into his mouth. Tyson's jaw cracked, his teeth broke as the shaft was pushed deep into his throat. She moved his head like a doll, his body hanging like meat on a spit. “Taste it, you dirty whore,” she laughed as she fucked his destroyed throat, bones splintering, blood and saliva dripping. With one last thrust, she came again, deep in his stomach, the fluid squeezing the semen out of his destroyed ass. Tyson's body went limp, his life extinguished, and he slid off her penis, slamming onto the floor with a wet thud.

Outside, Markie hammered on the door, her voice hoarse: “Tyson!” Lucas kicked the door down, but when they stormed into the room, a pool of blood was oozing out from under Tyson's body. Markie screamed, “What have you done?!” Dr. Carter crouched in the corner, her penis gone, her eyes empty. She sobbed, with no memory of the last ten minutes. “I... I don't know,” she whispered. Tyson's body was a wreck: his ass torn open, intestines visible, his face disfigured, jaw broken, eyes staring in shock. Markie sank down beside him, her hands shaking. “What happened here?” she whispered, unable to comprehend the sight. Lucas stared at the wounds, the unnatural destruction. “That wasn't human,” he muttered. Markie gagged, her eyes wide with horror.

Olivia was looking kind of scarred into the room, and after seeing Tyson laying on the ground, she held her hand in front of her mouth, puking.

Markie, her voice shaking, called out, “Penelope, don’t come in,” just as Penelope was shuffling into the room, but she was not herself. Her clothes were gone, her body naked, her skin shimmering unnaturally. Her eyes were empty, her movements robotic, like a marionette. The game had made Tyson’s lie true: Penelope was now a mindless shell, trapped in eternal nudity, her will shattered by the games manipulation. Markie and Lucas stood in front of Tyson’s dead body. She stood silently, staring Lucas then whispered, “May I be sad?” Her voice was hollow, devoid of agency.

Lucas, his face pale, nodded. “You can be sad, Penelope.” She blinked slowly, her head tilting. She looked ad Markie, “may I go to him?” she whispered, her voice a monotone plea.

Markie and Lucas exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with grief. Markie shook her head gently. “No, Penelope, you can’t. Not like this.” Lucas stepped forward, his voice firm but broken. “We can’t let you see him like that.” They shielded her from the horrific sight, unknown to them who Penelope was like, 10 minutes ago.