(art by Detergent on Craiyon; collage assembled by myself)
The woman began walking in a circle and flinging what looked like glittery powder, and then she raised her arms and intoned, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore -"
Suddenly, one of the stalks of corn started to writhe like a tentacle, slithered forward, and smacked her in the face, toppling her over.
Jim Banks stood there with his mouth open, not able to believe what he'd just seen.
There was something Satanic happening here, and he feared for his good Christian life. He ran, but before he could get far, more cornstalk tentacles appeared and they grabbed him.
One slid up his pants leg and began to rub against his cock, hardening it. Banks let out a mewl, not wanting to get aroused by unholy, ungodly demonic corn, of all things. He was pretty sure this was gay.
Corn doesn't have a gender, you fool. That's what those transgender activists want you to think -
Another stalk of corn went up his other pants leg. This time it reached around... to his asshole. Banks screamed as the corn pushed its way inside and began to work in and out, while the other corn cob continued to rub his cock.
"Oh sweet Jesus. Lord Jesus, help me. JESUS, HELP ME," Banks cried out.
More cornstalks swarmed around him - he didn't think it was possible for corn to swarm, before today - and he watched as eyes and mouths appeared, making them look like perverted Muppets. They got his pants down, and his American flag boxers. They undid his shirt as if by magic, and one ear of corn rubbed against his left nipple, then another started rubbing against his right. Another ear of corn was rubbing his balls and taint.
Banks looked across the cornfield - all the corn had faces now, and some of them were even changing color, as if he had just taken a hit of acid, but he was perfectly sober. Indeed, drugs would make this corn rape easier to endure. One of the sentient cornstalks held a bottle of beer, watching the show, and making high-pitched chattering noises.
(art by Detergent on Craiyon; collage assembled by myself)
Banks felt something wet in his asshole, and then the corn cob slipped out. Just before Banks could feel relief, another took its place. And another. The cornstalks reached far and wide, each cob having a turn with Jim Banks's good Christian asshole.
Demonic corn. Gay corn. Trans corn. Demonic gay trans corn. And Jim Banks liked it, even though he didn't want to. By the time the fifteenth? fiftieth? corn was finished with him, shooting another wet load of something inside his ass, Banks was panting "more, more, use me, fuck me..."
He was a slave to gay corn sex now. He would never be able to fuck a woman again. He tried to get a hold of himself, tried to beg for it to stop, but the corn kept pounding him in the butt over and over again, rubbing against his nipples and his cock. Occasionally, an ear of corn would shoot what looked like corn syrup onto his cock, over his nipples, and then a new ear of corn would take its place.
Hours later, Jim Banks was a filthy mess of corn syrup all over his dick and his chest and even his face, and he was pouring corn syrup out of his asshole, making a small stream of it in the cornfield. And still the corn kept pounding him, fucking him, using him, and he begged for more until his voice was hoarse.
It's the fault of these transgender activists, Banks told himself. They poison the entire world! They even made the corn gay!
Banks lay there on the ground, getting reamed by tentacle corn thrusting in and out of his ass, in and out of his mouth, rubbing his nipples, rubbing his cock, making him come over and over again, as he sobbed, "No... yes... no... more... no, please, stop... oh god, more... more, please..."
The sun set and the sky became blue twilight and the first star rose, and the corn was still ravaging him. Banks was going to be late for dinner, his wife was going to be angry, and he was going to have to tell her he'd become gay for corn. He was going to lose everything, another Republican politician caught in a scandal... if he didn't just wind up in a mental hospital because everyone thought he'd lost his mind.
Just as another ear of corn was throatfucking him, a man materialized right in front of him in the field. Tall, with flaming red hair and ultraviolet eyes that changed to burning orange, like eyes made of fire. "ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!" the man roared.
The corn immediately stopped sodomizing Jim Banks, and Banks let out a whimper of protest. Then he did a double-take - the man looked an awful lot like Lord Mairon, a major donor to the Republican Party, who held many Republican polticians in his pocket, himself included. Banks tried to sit up - his ass hurt - and he immediately reached down to cover his tiny, limp dick.
Larry and the woman came forward - Banks wondered where they'd been this whole time - and they got down on their knees and bowed their heads.
"You were supposed to sacrifice him, not... whatever... you call this," Mairon boomed.
"Fathereth," Larry said. "Forgivest us. Juniper didst the spelleth and the corneth hath a mind of its ownest -"
Mairon backhanded him, and then he threw Banks's clothes at him. "Get dressed, you pathetic fool," he snarled.
Banks swallowed hard, realizing what was going on. "Sacrifice? You mean...?" He made a cutting motion with his finger across his throat.
"Yes, you were supposed to die," Mairon said. "But perhaps I can make use of this... situation." Mairon glared at Larry and Juniper, and then back at Banks. "Knowing that I let you live today - knowing I can blackmail you with your love of unnatural corn perversion - you could be useful to me. Very useful."
Banks didn't like where this was going, but he imagined that however Mairon was planning on arranging for his death would be even more unpleasant than being raped by hundreds if not thousands of corn cobs.
Mairon waved his hand and Banks lifted from the ground, floating in the air like Mairon was pulling him over to him. Banks dropped on the ground in front of Mairon, on his knees. Clearly this man had power - special power from God.
"I would be proud to serve you, my lord." Banks lowered his head reverently.
Mairon flashed a predatory grin. "Good."
Later that night Banks was safely at home, taking a shower to try to wash the sin from his body. Mairon had used his power to conceal the mess so Banks's family wouldn't see, giving him time to get in the bathroom. The tub filled with corn syrup, and Banks was going to have to hire a plumber and concoct some sort of wild story as explanation.
But at least he was alive.
Maybe I can do that again sometime, Banks thought to himself, cock half-hardening as he soaped it.
Before his shower was done, he felt the massive urge to shit. He hopped out of the shower-and-tub and quickly ran over to the toilet, and it all came out in one liquid blast. He watched with horror as the toilet overflowed and corn syrup flooded the floor.
Corn syrup... with a swarm of tadpoles. Tadpoles everywhere, like a plague.
Banks covered his face with his hands and let out a muffled scream.