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Creation ended on 06-29-21

Foxy Nudes

Live Entertainment Torture: Beginning

A/N: At the request/suggestion of Readerryu, who enjoyed my alternate take on hentai where Brother Correction is involved. Here goes.

Despite his awareness of his cosmic sister, who was, beyond all sense of doubt, his opposite in everything he believed in with a moral compass, Brother Correction had to set time to undo her mistakes after he undid the ones made by people that were corrupt and irredeemable, such as this woman that went beyond the lines of morality and ethnicity to get ratings for her news broadcasts, which resulted in a man's daughter getting killed.

"Whether or not Sister Deception had a hand in this madness is unknown right now," Brother Correction uttered as he watched as Etsuko Yamanobe, the woman responsible for the death of the young girl she coerced a man that had gotten fired from his job to kidnap and torture her, resulting in his incarceration and her murder, look at a woman that had witnessed her getting off on her assistant. "I need to resolve this matter and see that justice is served. I know how to burst her bubble before she can even get off further."

Getting up from his wooden throne, he grabbed the sphere that showed him the world this depravity and madness unleashed by this deranged news anchorwoman and disappeared from his domain. How he sought to undo this sense of twisted and warped behavior was as unique to him as the mountains were on another world many lifetimes away from the Earth.

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"No, but I'd like to put you on TV and expose you for the over-inflated egomaniac you are," Etsuko Yamanobe heard someone say to her, behind the woman she had asked, and saw a dark man dressed in a dark business suit. "How would you like to star in a one-of-a-kind documentary that'll give you all the ratings you could ever want?"

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Etsuko questioned.

"Who am I? Who do you think I am? For all you know, I could be this lady's bodyguard. Or maybe I'm her boyfriend or employer. I know that one thing's for certain, Ms. Yamanobe: You're the star of my next great film. Would you care to hear the title?"

"Uh…" The woman beside the man went as she turned to walk away.

"Ma'am, could you do me a favor?" He asked her.

"Uh, yes?" She responded.

"I need you to call the police and report a carnage crisis."

"A what?!" Etsuko demanded, and the man ripped off his jacket, revealing a tunic made of metal and bone underneath. "Whoa!"

"It's called Live Entertainment Torture, starring you, Etsuko Yamanobe, in the leading role as the humiliated victim!"

He ran over to her and jumped her to the floor.

"Aaah!" She screamed.

"I make Chains of Lust look like an amateur disgrace and Angel of Darkness look like Sailor Moon doing a one-eighty, bitch!" He told her, and then grabbed her left arm and crushed it to the bone under her wrist.

"Aaaaurgh!" Etsuko gasped as he got off and yanked her up by her right arm.

"Go get the police! We got an assault happening here!" He yelled at the woman before he pulled Etsuko towards him, kicking her in the abdomen.

"Gaah!" She gasped.

"Uh, yes, sir!" The woman responded and ran out of the room.

"No! Wait!" Etsuko pleaded. "Don't leave me with…"

She got yanked back by her hair and forced to look at the man in his face.

"Tell me, Ms. Yamanobe," he spoke to her, "don't you think this is sexy for the cameras?"

"What cameras?!"

"Why, the cameras, of course! Hidden cameras! In the walls, in the lights, Hell, even in my suit right now! You're being filmed and broadcasts to everyone that watches your updates on television!"

Then, he threw her onto the table, just in time to watch the TV screen shift to show…herself, injured and with small specks of blood on her forehead and cheeks, with the guy behind her approaching her.

"You see, I know exactly what you did to those people, to Mayumi Wakabayashi, Mr. Wakabayashi's daughter, and all for ratings! You're the kind of person that will do whatever it takes to boost her ratings, even if it means reporting a housefire that the media doesn't realize was caused by you! Or someone acting on your behalf! And the people trapped inside the house, they're no different from running over a dog in the street for you. Just something in your way to greatness."

She saw him pick up a candlestick and knife.

"I'm going to ask your adoring fans something that will appear on the screen," he told her. "What do they want to see happen to you: Do I feed you this candle…or do I shove it up the backdoor? They're going to decide for us both."

Suddenly, the two choices popped onto the screen, showing varying votes from people.

"Please," she begged him. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" He asked her. "That's really a smart question. What do I want? What I want…is for Ms. Wakabayashi to wake up from her slab in the morgue and be returned to her father. What I want is for the guy that kidnapped her, Marude Damesuke, to confess to why he did what he did…and who gave him the idea of kidnapping Ms. Wakabayashi. What I want (he grabs her by her neck and wraps his right arm around it) more than anything right now…is for you to endure a week's worth of this degrading humiliation, Ms. Yamanobe. I'm just making sure that I give the people what they all want to see before I make you pay the ultimate price for your deceit."

The votes were all in and added up to reveal…that less than forty percent of the people wanted to see the man feed her the candle…and more than eighty-three percent wanted to see her take the candle up the backdoor.

"Would you look at that, Ms. Yamanobe?" He asked her. "That's what your adoring fans want to see happen. That's admiration for you. They really love you. They love you so much that they want to see you suffer."

He let her go and turned her onto her back.

"No," she begged again. "Please…"

"I've always wanted to say this," he told her, pulling her left leg away from her right leg. "Shut up and spread 'em!"

He pulled the candle back…and thrust with enough force that Etsuko's eyes widened in fright and agony as she felt the stick of wax get driven through her canal.

"Aaaaahhh!" She shrieked.

"This is Live Entertainment Torture, scene one, act four: Up the Ass with Candle Wax," the man expressed, grabbing her dress and pulling it up to Etsuko's waist. "Now, we're going to scene two, act one: Beauty is Sinful."

To be continued…

A/N: It's been over three years since this was asked of me, and I never got around to watching the hentai series. This is basically the result of my skimming through the second episode and currently making this up as I go. I do that Readerryu enjoys this while waiting for the next chapter to be made, because now I can't make this a one-off. Until later on.