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09-01-2010, 10:58 AM
"Get off my god damn property!!"
Two more eggs exploded off the side of the house, inches from Jefferson's head. The three kids turned on the spot and ran down the street at top speed, laughing along the way.
"How many more houses do you guys wanna hit?" asked Kevin, as the three stopped to catch their breath.
Sandy was eyeing the damage they had done so far, feeling rather proud of himself.
"It's Halloween, and it's only 8:30. We're in for a longgg night."
Sandy and Kevin had been friends for all 6 years of elementary school, and with junior high approaching, they figured now was as good a time as any to cement their legacy in the neighborhood, as the cool kids. Of course, the only problem with their plan was Jeremy, Kevin's little brother, who had been slowing them down for the last hour. He abruptly stopped to pick up candies that were falling through the hole in his pillow case.
"Jeremy, hurry up!!" shouted Sandy.
Sandy rounded another corner, followed closely by Kevin, and they continued down the next street.
"Yeah, Jeremy, this isn't funny," said Kevin, "you have to keep up."
No response.
"Jeremy?", Kevin asked spinning around.
The street was deserted.
Sandy and Kevin exchanged frightened looks.
"Jeremy!" Kevin shouted, "where are you?!"
1 HOUR LATER
Bob Wilkins made his way down the quiet street. Pretty much everyone had long since gone home to eat their candy, but that didn't stop him from asking the people he did see on the streets, if they had seen his youngest son.
"You're sure you haven't seen him?"
"No, man. Sorry."
"He'd be wearing a pirate costume."
"No dude really, I haven't seen him. Good luck."
Bob turned onto the next street, and continued down the vacant road, muttering to himself, as he went.
"This is fucking great, where the hell could he be?"
At that moment the front door of the house, he was standing in front of slowly creaked open.
"Hello?", shouted Bob.
He moved slowly towards the opened front door, and made his way inside.
"Hello?"
"Dad, I'm in here!"
Bob hurried his way into the next room, and there was Jeremy and the pile of candy surrounding him. A spooky cartoon was showing on the television.
"Jeremy? What are you doing here? Come on, we're going home, right now."
At that moment, a beautiful girl, probably in her early twenties walked into the room.
"Hi, Mr. Wilkins, my name's Tammy. Sorry about all this, but I found him walking up the street, crying, about thirty minutes ago. I just got off the phone with your wife, she's probably on her way here by now."
Bob looked from Tammy, and back to Jeremy who was intently staring at the television screen.
"Did you want to come in for a coffee?"
"Umm, yeah actually. And thanks for finding my boy. I really appreciate it."
"Don't worry about it."
Bob followed Tammy down the hallway, unable to look away from the beautiful ass of the young girl in front of him. Not only did it look like she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, but it almost seemed like she was taunting him with her beautiful bum.
Could her signals be any more obvious, he thought to himself.
He refrained himself from acting upon his impulses. Not because he was married, but because his days of going after girls one third his age, was, long since, behind him.
Tammy pushed the swinging door open into the kitchen, and Bob followed her inside.
"Do you like it?"
Bob stopped on the spot.
"Huh?"
"The coffee, how do you like it?" Tammy said laughing.
"Oh, uhh I like it black, please."
He barely finished his sentence, when the needle jabbed into his neck. He stumbled for a minute, and fell to the floor, knocking stuff off the table as he did.
"Thanks Avery," was the last thing he heard, as he slipped into unconsciousness.
A SHORT WHILE LATER
Bob awoke in a dimly lit room. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he was staring at, what can be best described as, a goddess.
She was completely naked, except for a pair of bunny slippers, which looked exceptionally comfy. What looked like a Burrito Crunch Combo from Happy Taco, was on the table next to her.
He went to move, but he fell over when he went to take a step. He looked back, and saw that a pair of ankle cuffs, protruding from the floor, were holding him in place. Looking around him, it appeared that the room he was in, was some sort of dungeon.
"Get me out of these things!" he shouted at the woman before him.
"No, you're not going anywhere."
"Who the fuck are you anyway?"
The woman moved her arm to the table next to her chair, and took a swig of her soda. She then scrunched up her face, and a loud rumble was heard coming from the chair. She'd just farted, right in front of him!
"Where are your fucking manners, little girl?"
The woman laughed in her chair, before standing up. And when she did, Bob noticed the face that was imprisoned in the chair that the "little girl" was sitting on, only moments ago.
The face, that belonged to the very pretty girl, was crying. Her face was beet red, her nose looked badly broken, and what looked like skid marks were dotting her face.
"Hey, you think you got it rough, why don't you ask my friend, Jessica how she feels?"
Jessica continued to sob, as she made another futile attempt at escaping. Bob looked from the imprisoned girl, to the woman now standing only a couple feet away from him. He shuffled back as far as he was able to.
"The name's Kim."
"Kim, whatever you want, you can have. I won't tell anyone, just let me go."
Kim knelt down until her face was only a couple feet from Bob's.
"Did you know I knew your brother."
Bob looked taken aback, and with that, Kim sauntered back over to her chair. She mumbled something to Jessica, who was still in tears. Jessica slowly opened her mouth, and Kim turned towards the girl's feet, spread her cheeks, and plunked down on top of the poor girl's face. Kim's ass formed a perfect seal, as Jessica's face sank further and further into the deep crevice. Moments later, a low rumble was heard, and the muffled screams of Jessica could be heard echoing off the walls of Kim's colon.
"Burritos always make me gassy..." exclaimed Kim, while the evil grin on her face grew wider and wider.
Another slow rumble could be heard, followed by another hushed scream.
"Ohhh," said Kim, "that one was kind of wet."
Bob looked towards the door, and saw a person through the small glass window, with their back to the door. However, he could've sworn it was that person from the news report. That man who was wanted for murder.
"There's no one out there that will help you, Bob."
Bob looked back to Kim. He realized that if the clock on the wall was accurate, that that girl had been deprived of oxygen for nearly three minutes. Kim noticed him looking at the clock.
"Oh shit," Kim quickly got up and looked down; Jessica wasn't moving.
"WAKE UP!!!"
A slap in the face, and still no response.
"BITCH, I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!"
She slapped the girl once more, and Jessica started to stir.
"Are you okay?" asked Kim.
"Kim.. Kim please, don't.."
"Oh, you're okay, now I want you to open your mouth real wide for me, alright?"
Kim spun and practically jumped back onto Jessica's face; another crunch was heard as she landed with a thud.
"How did you know my brother?" asked Bob.
"Be quiet, Bob, and watch. This is gonna be fuckin nasty," exclaimed Kim.
Kim scrunched up her face, while the horrible moans from underneath continued. Shortly after, they were completely cut off.
The room fell quiet, and after about a minute, the scrunched look on Kim's face disappeared. Now, a look of relaxation appeared on her face, and with it, an incredible stench filled the room.
"I had so much food, I decided to share!" said Kim, in between fits of laughter.
With that, a loud rumbling fart was heard from underneath the goddess, and Bob stared on in shock and bewilderment.
Kim slowly peeled herself off of the girl's face, and looked down at her. The few skid marks that lined her face earlier, were nothing compared to the absolute mess that was strewn over her face now. She coughed and gagged, and with each cough, little sprinkles of shit flew up into the air. Kim turned to face her, and Bob could see the remains of her great bowel movement, painted across her perfectly formed ass.
"You must be thirsty, Jessica."
And with that, Kim hoisted herself right above the imprisoned girl's head, and within seconds a steady stream of urine rained down on the girl's face. Most of it found Jessica's mouth, and the rest simply rolled down her neck.
"You must be just about full now, huh babe?" asked Kim to the dirty, drenched face below her.
Jessica continued to cough and sob.
"AVERY, GET IN HERE!"
Avery pushed open the door hurriedly, and awaited further instructions.
"Take Jessica, and lock her in the basement."
"Yes ma'am," replied Avery.
"And make sure Jeremy gets home okay."
He walked over to the odorous throne, popped open the seat, and dragged the frail, weak, naked, defeated girl out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Bob barely had a chance to hear the door lock shut, when he noticed that Kim was standing over him. His face was only a couple inches away from her muff, at this point.
"I'll tell you how I knew your brother," said Kim.
Bob looked from her pussy, which actually appeared to be spreading larger and larger as he was staring at it, to her face, and back to her expanding pussy.
"But first, you're going to clean me up, nice and good."
And with that, she grasped his head in her hands, and smashed his whole face into her hungry, waiting pussy.
"Or maybe I'll just finish you now instead."
Two more eggs exploded off the side of the house, inches from Jefferson's head. The three kids turned on the spot and ran down the street at top speed, laughing along the way.
"How many more houses do you guys wanna hit?" asked Kevin, as the three stopped to catch their breath.
Sandy was eyeing the damage they had done so far, feeling rather proud of himself.
"It's Halloween, and it's only 8:30. We're in for a longgg night."
Sandy and Kevin had been friends for all 6 years of elementary school, and with junior high approaching, they figured now was as good a time as any to cement their legacy in the neighborhood, as the cool kids. Of course, the only problem with their plan was Jeremy, Kevin's little brother, who had been slowing them down for the last hour. He abruptly stopped to pick up candies that were falling through the hole in his pillow case.
"Jeremy, hurry up!!" shouted Sandy.
Sandy rounded another corner, followed closely by Kevin, and they continued down the next street.
"Yeah, Jeremy, this isn't funny," said Kevin, "you have to keep up."
No response.
"Jeremy?", Kevin asked spinning around.
The street was deserted.
Sandy and Kevin exchanged frightened looks.
"Jeremy!" Kevin shouted, "where are you?!"
1 HOUR LATER
Bob Wilkins made his way down the quiet street. Pretty much everyone had long since gone home to eat their candy, but that didn't stop him from asking the people he did see on the streets, if they had seen his youngest son.
"You're sure you haven't seen him?"
"No, man. Sorry."
"He'd be wearing a pirate costume."
"No dude really, I haven't seen him. Good luck."
Bob turned onto the next street, and continued down the vacant road, muttering to himself, as he went.
"This is fucking great, where the hell could he be?"
At that moment the front door of the house, he was standing in front of slowly creaked open.
"Hello?", shouted Bob.
He moved slowly towards the opened front door, and made his way inside.
"Hello?"
"Dad, I'm in here!"
Bob hurried his way into the next room, and there was Jeremy and the pile of candy surrounding him. A spooky cartoon was showing on the television.
"Jeremy? What are you doing here? Come on, we're going home, right now."
At that moment, a beautiful girl, probably in her early twenties walked into the room.
"Hi, Mr. Wilkins, my name's Tammy. Sorry about all this, but I found him walking up the street, crying, about thirty minutes ago. I just got off the phone with your wife, she's probably on her way here by now."
Bob looked from Tammy, and back to Jeremy who was intently staring at the television screen.
"Did you want to come in for a coffee?"
"Umm, yeah actually. And thanks for finding my boy. I really appreciate it."
"Don't worry about it."
Bob followed Tammy down the hallway, unable to look away from the beautiful ass of the young girl in front of him. Not only did it look like she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, but it almost seemed like she was taunting him with her beautiful bum.
Could her signals be any more obvious, he thought to himself.
He refrained himself from acting upon his impulses. Not because he was married, but because his days of going after girls one third his age, was, long since, behind him.
Tammy pushed the swinging door open into the kitchen, and Bob followed her inside.
"Do you like it?"
Bob stopped on the spot.
"Huh?"
"The coffee, how do you like it?" Tammy said laughing.
"Oh, uhh I like it black, please."
He barely finished his sentence, when the needle jabbed into his neck. He stumbled for a minute, and fell to the floor, knocking stuff off the table as he did.
"Thanks Avery," was the last thing he heard, as he slipped into unconsciousness.
A SHORT WHILE LATER
Bob awoke in a dimly lit room. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he was staring at, what can be best described as, a goddess.
She was completely naked, except for a pair of bunny slippers, which looked exceptionally comfy. What looked like a Burrito Crunch Combo from Happy Taco, was on the table next to her.
He went to move, but he fell over when he went to take a step. He looked back, and saw that a pair of ankle cuffs, protruding from the floor, were holding him in place. Looking around him, it appeared that the room he was in, was some sort of dungeon.
"Get me out of these things!" he shouted at the woman before him.
"No, you're not going anywhere."
"Who the fuck are you anyway?"
The woman moved her arm to the table next to her chair, and took a swig of her soda. She then scrunched up her face, and a loud rumble was heard coming from the chair. She'd just farted, right in front of him!
"Where are your fucking manners, little girl?"
The woman laughed in her chair, before standing up. And when she did, Bob noticed the face that was imprisoned in the chair that the "little girl" was sitting on, only moments ago.
The face, that belonged to the very pretty girl, was crying. Her face was beet red, her nose looked badly broken, and what looked like skid marks were dotting her face.
"Hey, you think you got it rough, why don't you ask my friend, Jessica how she feels?"
Jessica continued to sob, as she made another futile attempt at escaping. Bob looked from the imprisoned girl, to the woman now standing only a couple feet away from him. He shuffled back as far as he was able to.
"The name's Kim."
"Kim, whatever you want, you can have. I won't tell anyone, just let me go."
Kim knelt down until her face was only a couple feet from Bob's.
"Did you know I knew your brother."
Bob looked taken aback, and with that, Kim sauntered back over to her chair. She mumbled something to Jessica, who was still in tears. Jessica slowly opened her mouth, and Kim turned towards the girl's feet, spread her cheeks, and plunked down on top of the poor girl's face. Kim's ass formed a perfect seal, as Jessica's face sank further and further into the deep crevice. Moments later, a low rumble was heard, and the muffled screams of Jessica could be heard echoing off the walls of Kim's colon.
"Burritos always make me gassy..." exclaimed Kim, while the evil grin on her face grew wider and wider.
Another slow rumble could be heard, followed by another hushed scream.
"Ohhh," said Kim, "that one was kind of wet."
Bob looked towards the door, and saw a person through the small glass window, with their back to the door. However, he could've sworn it was that person from the news report. That man who was wanted for murder.
"There's no one out there that will help you, Bob."
Bob looked back to Kim. He realized that if the clock on the wall was accurate, that that girl had been deprived of oxygen for nearly three minutes. Kim noticed him looking at the clock.
"Oh shit," Kim quickly got up and looked down; Jessica wasn't moving.
"WAKE UP!!!"
A slap in the face, and still no response.
"BITCH, I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!"
She slapped the girl once more, and Jessica started to stir.
"Are you okay?" asked Kim.
"Kim.. Kim please, don't.."
"Oh, you're okay, now I want you to open your mouth real wide for me, alright?"
Kim spun and practically jumped back onto Jessica's face; another crunch was heard as she landed with a thud.
"How did you know my brother?" asked Bob.
"Be quiet, Bob, and watch. This is gonna be fuckin nasty," exclaimed Kim.
Kim scrunched up her face, while the horrible moans from underneath continued. Shortly after, they were completely cut off.
The room fell quiet, and after about a minute, the scrunched look on Kim's face disappeared. Now, a look of relaxation appeared on her face, and with it, an incredible stench filled the room.
"I had so much food, I decided to share!" said Kim, in between fits of laughter.
With that, a loud rumbling fart was heard from underneath the goddess, and Bob stared on in shock and bewilderment.
Kim slowly peeled herself off of the girl's face, and looked down at her. The few skid marks that lined her face earlier, were nothing compared to the absolute mess that was strewn over her face now. She coughed and gagged, and with each cough, little sprinkles of shit flew up into the air. Kim turned to face her, and Bob could see the remains of her great bowel movement, painted across her perfectly formed ass.
"You must be thirsty, Jessica."
And with that, Kim hoisted herself right above the imprisoned girl's head, and within seconds a steady stream of urine rained down on the girl's face. Most of it found Jessica's mouth, and the rest simply rolled down her neck.
"You must be just about full now, huh babe?" asked Kim to the dirty, drenched face below her.
Jessica continued to cough and sob.
"AVERY, GET IN HERE!"
Avery pushed open the door hurriedly, and awaited further instructions.
"Take Jessica, and lock her in the basement."
"Yes ma'am," replied Avery.
"And make sure Jeremy gets home okay."
He walked over to the odorous throne, popped open the seat, and dragged the frail, weak, naked, defeated girl out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Bob barely had a chance to hear the door lock shut, when he noticed that Kim was standing over him. His face was only a couple inches away from her muff, at this point.
"I'll tell you how I knew your brother," said Kim.
Bob looked from her pussy, which actually appeared to be spreading larger and larger as he was staring at it, to her face, and back to her expanding pussy.
"But first, you're going to clean me up, nice and good."
And with that, she grasped his head in her hands, and smashed his whole face into her hungry, waiting pussy.
"Or maybe I'll just finish you now instead."