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Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Illinois, Alberta, Canada, Thailand, Space, Groundling Marsh, Manhattan, Man Hat Ton
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Oct 21st, 2005, 07:21 PM
This is what came up on Google.
Trying to calm herself, she remembered Wally and Spanky and all the
>others. She knew they were inside, and somehow, in the brief moment
>that it took Bippo to open the car door, she convinced herself that
>they'd be able to make this nightmare end.
Bippo's wrenching screams of "IMPURE BITCH! HARLOT! TEMPTRESS!!!"
shook her from this, the last remotely comforting thought she would
have. The screeching KLANK of the car door opening reduced her body to
a jellyfish and her mind to endless repetition of
MOTHERMOTHERMOTHERMOMMYMOMMY as she strained to focus on the pile of
viscera and flesh inside--to identify not only Wally, Spanky, Porky,
and all the others--but to simply identify legs, arms, torsos, and
freakish, spattered clown heads suspended in perpetual horror.
Finally, in excruciatingly slow motion, she simultaneously felt her
face being pushed toward a pile of some red and white jellylike stuff
and felt Bippo's manhood jab her from behind. My God, she thought,
despite herself. He's so NAKED. My God. He's soooo MONSTROUS. My...my
God.
With nothing left to lose and nothing to gain, she let herself descend
slowly into the still-warm pile of squishy bowels as though she were
returning to the womb. Amniotic ooze surrounded her like a placenta as
she felt herself welcome Bippo's thrusting with her own.
At last, she answered the sensation of the icy-hot thin line
separating her body from her thoughts with a final, gurgling,
primordal howl that issued from her every pore: "LULUBELLE SOUP!
SOUP!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!"
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