Don't go to a club in a blood moon with a pink haired girl

 This is a story created with inferkit. The prompt is the start to one of the stories I wrote for one of my characters. This inferkit story is so crazy I wanted to share it (Trigger warning: rape, trauma, gore, and misoginy). I don't promote these things, an AI wrote this story, not me.

Esta historia fue creada por InferKit. Es un bot que escribe cosas basadas en lo que le dices. Aca pueden ver una traduccion a todo esto hecha por Google: https://technolewd.blogspot.com/2022/06/no-vayas-al-club-con-una-chica-de-pelo.html
Es increible lo morbido que salio esta historia. Advertencia de violacion, trauma, gore, y sexismo.

Las dos primeras oraciones es lo que yo escribi. Escribi algo que Lola suele hacer, que es llevar a un humano indefenso a un club y drogarlos para sacrificarlos, divertirse, o aprovecharse.

Hay varias partes sobre la historia que no tienen sentido, pero eso me gusta porque encaja con el personaje. Lola es un demonio tipo sucubo, ella tiene el poder de alterar la realidad lo que hace posible algunas cosas en la historia, especialmente si estas en su dominio (el club).

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I went to the club for the very first time with this girl wearing pink hair. I can't believe I am saying this, but she drugged me and I don't think she's human.

When I say drugged me, I mean that she made me do things that I didn't want to do. For example, after I gave her a kiss on the cheek, she seemed like she was going to drop me, so she pulled me in for a hug. This must have been a form of friendly affection for her, so I went along with it. Next thing I know, we are cuddling.

Later that night, she asked if I was ready to fuck her. I was happy to hear that, so I started giving her a handjob. As I was trying to get her to orgasm, I heard her gasp, which made me freeze. She told me to calm down. When I looked at her, she was completely white. I ran away after that.

This is what happened to me on Feb. 11. I'll post more if I remember.

Update:

Today was my first day at the club. I'm on a new shift -- 11 p.m. to 8 a.m. I get there and walk in to what appears to be a slaughterhouse. The floor is filthy, and the air is loaded with pungent vapors. There are big hunks of meat moving around and hanging from meat hooks, swinging their dicks, and making sex sounds.

I walk by and some jackoff says, "You're new, aren't you?" I feel like telling him that I've been here a while, but instead I just say, "Yea, I'm new." He follows me and I see that he's fucking a wall. At this point I have a choice to make. I can either give him some feedback, or I can keep walking. In the end, I chose to walk past.

The next scene I see is a girl getting assfucked, and a bunch of guys surrounding her and watching. If I can make it out of here, I'll never go back to a strip club again.

Ten minutes later, I see a naked guy pulling out his dick to jack off, but he isn't a customer; he's just trying to join the fun. So he grabs some ice and puts it on his dick, and his friends freak out. He sits down and starts jerking off like a normal human being, and we begin to talk. It turns out that he's studying to be a doctor, and I'm doing psychology. His name is Tony and his dick is still there, so I'm letting him jack off in front of everyone.

The next scene I see is a girl getting penetrated by a huge, beefy, chain-wielding man with a baseball bat. I walk past and I see her mouth open and close.

It gets me so excited to see so many women being fucked in every hole, and my dick gets so hard and I want to jack off so bad. Then I see that she is getting punched in the mouth and being bitten by other women. At this point, I think that I'm going to shoot my load all over the floor.

Five minutes later, I see Tony grab a girl and walk away with her. The woman is bleeding and swollen, and she has pieces of plastic in her mouth. Tony says, "This is my boyfriend," and he starts to make out with her. But then Tony just throws her to the ground and slams his dick into her face. He takes it out, and the girl lies there on the floor, shaking with fear.

That night, I only put four dollars in the jar because I have a feeling that these guys can get through the door without a single dollar. I'm also planning on talking to the security guard, who is the only one there every night.

Update 2:

I'm going to continue with this for another two weeks. The first week was a breeze, but it's been difficult to find something new to write about. I think that this week might be harder.

UPDATE 3:

It's been four days since I wrote the last update, and it feels like I haven't done anything but think about all the nasty things that I've seen. I just want to fucking die.

While I was walking home from the club last night, my neighbor called my name, and I turned around. He told me that he just saw me in the news. It turns out that someone threw a baseball through the window of our apartment. The biggest piece of glass broke off from the bat and landed right in front of my face. I'm glad that it didn't get into my fucking eye.

I'm still working here and plan on writing about the club until my final meeting. I'm getting ready to break out of this hellhole and never see this place again.

Update 4:

I've worked here for six weeks now, and things haven't been getting any better. This week, I had my first accident. I was working by the pool and a patron told me to go out there to get something. I went out there and saw two girls on the balcony, and they had their breasts completely out. I started talking to them, but as soon as I pulled my dick out, I got hit in the eye with one of the girls' boobs.

After I got hit, she told me that it was too bad because she had so many clients lined up. I started to walk back to the front room, and when I was about 10 feet from the door, the second girl struck me in the head with her breast. When I got out of the way, she busted her ass across the dance floor. After this happened, I stood there for a second before collapsing to the floor.

I've decided to tell the director about everything that has happened and why I am quitting. But first, I am going to go through the day that has been the most humiliating and life-changing for me.

The first thing that happened this morning was that some guy asked me if I was hungry. I went outside and bought a sandwich, but when I came back to the club, he was naked and licking my dick. I couldn't believe it. I had sex with a guy, and it was totally rough.

Then, he took the sandwich that I had in my hands, and he ate the entire thing. He swallowed every bite and licked every crumb off of my dick. I didn't know what else to do, so I left.

When I got home, I collapsed on the couch. I started crying and called the director. He told me that he was coming to talk to me. When he came into my apartment, he sat down with me and asked what happened. I explained to him what had happened and told him that I wanted to quit. He told me that if I quit, he would pay for me to go back to school and get my degree. He told me that the owners would make sure I had a job.

I told him that I would do anything for him, but I wanted to quit.

He told me that if I wanted to quit, that I had to write a detailed report about everything that happened. I agreed and started to tell him everything. When I got to the part where he ate my sandwich, he asked me if I had a condom. I told him no, and he started to laugh. Then, he told me that I needed to make sure that I came home and fuck my boyfriend.

I told him that I didn't know how to do that.

He told me that if I had sex with my boyfriend, that he would buy me a present and rub it on my head. He started to call me fat and tell me how much I needed to lose weight.

When he heard my phone ring, he left the room. When I looked down at the caller ID, I saw that it was my boyfriend. I told him to just go to the club, but he said that he wanted to come by and see me. I told him that I had to work and that I would talk to him when I got off.

My boyfriend showed up at the club later that night. He was high and really drunk. I was so relieved to see him. I told him what had happened and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said that he wanted to fuck me too, but that he wasn't going to be able to perform. He apologized, and he hugged me.

He told me that he would leave the next day and that he would be gone for two weeks. I didn't have a job, so I told him that I didn't care.

The next day, I packed up and left the club.

I am still trying to figure out what to do. I want to get my GED, but I can't afford it.

Sometimes I have a hard time getting out of bed. I think about having sex with men again, but I know that I shouldn't. I have had thoughts about the first guy to fuck me and how he was licking my stomach the last time I saw him.  I also think about my first boyfriend. When I think about him, I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

I have changed, but I don't think that it will ever go away.

I'm not sure what I should do. I just want to go back to school and finish my degree.

I don't want to have sex with men again, but I also don't want to live my life like this.

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Quiero deconstruir algunas partes de la historia para demostrar lo bizarro que es, y como tiene tan poco sentido. Esto demostrara los poderes de Lola

Los poderes de Lola interfieren con la persona que esta escribiendo esto. Esto hace que sucedan muchas cosas que solo no tienen sentidos. Por ejemplo, que ella jadeara por sorpresa mientras era masturbada, pero cuando el mire su rostro Lola pareciera muerta y el chico se asuste y corra de la escena. El no recuerda casi nada de lo que paso en ese dia tambien.

 Al siguiente dia por alguna razon el consiguio en ese mismo club, pero el entro en una carniceria con un olor repugnante pero al mismo tiempo eso era un club. Es una carniceria o es un club? El no lo cuestiono. Se supone que es el mismo club al que fue antes pero el no cuestiona que se vea diferente ahora. El ve cuerpos colgando en ganchos con pollas moviendose de un lado a otro. Una persona le pregunta si es nuevo, y cuando el dice que si, el directamente va a follar una pared.... ???. Mas cosas raras suceden, entre ellas una mujer siendo follada analmente mientras muchos ven (esto no es tan raro)

Al inicio se nota que todo esto es tan perturbante para el, y no quiere estar ahi pero por alguna razon siente que tiene que estar aqui. Mucho despues es que el menciona que necesita el trabajo para sus estudios, pero que se mencionara mucho despues me hace pensar que el no tenia razon al inicio.

Esto se pone fuerte cuando una mujer esta siendo follada por un hombre gigante que lleva cadenas y tiene un bate. La mujer esta siendo golpeada en la boca y recibiendo mordidas de muchas chicas. Por alguna razon esto no le perturba pero le prende tanto que esta a punto de correrse con solo verlo, esto es raro porque todo lo que vio antes de esto le perturbaba.

La historia continua, y mientras mas dura el autor describe como cada vez pierde mas la cordura. Los sucesos se describen como cosas que al autor le gusta pero al mismo tiempo no les gusta, esto es una señal comun de una influencia externa paranormal. En un punto habla sobre como no le gustan los chicos pero su novio es un chico, y el consiguio un novio en un momento no determinado en la historia. Que el consiga un novio sin nunca abrirse a la idea de ser bisexual me hace pensar que esto tiene que ver con Lola, el solo tuvo un novio un dia sin haberlo conocido antes o haber tenido una cita, y es algo que el quiere pero nunca tuvo un proceso en donde descubre y esta comodo con que le gusta los chicos. Es algo bizarro.