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presents
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Fetus' Christmas
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #16
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!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%!#*^@$&%
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The mighty one, yea verily, Fetus Himself, did in his all-knowing Wisdom
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blind the sight of one of his followers.. Truthfully I say unto you, Gross
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Genitalia saw nothing of the true occurences on one fatal Christmas. Though
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undeveloped, Fetus indeed has a heart. Gross could not handle what truly
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happened to his sister... And now let the truth be known.
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*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$*^!#&%@$
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Fetus looked upon the world below, summoned by the silent plea of one of
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his followers, Bloody Afterbirth. And what Fetus saw, he was not pleased by.
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He looked upon that which had caused the anguish of a Chosen One...The She
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Bitch.
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She had caused the pain, the torment. For one moment His servant had
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allowed the foolish Bitch Queen to strike his soul. And now he did call to
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his Master, Fetus, for revenge.
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The Bitch sat across from her brother, and beside her boyfriend. The
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table was heavily laden with the food stuffs of a joyous occasion...Christmas.
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Around the table, other members of the family were seated.. The Parents, the
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Grandmother... All had the fake smile and toothy grins which bespoke of
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knowledge of this well-rehearsed routine.. Pretend to enjoy everything, say
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your thank-yous, get along with everyone for awhile, then go on with life...
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HER mother singalled silently for all to bow their heads, and a prayer of
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gratitude for all one's blessings was uttered. All heads rose with the same
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false expressions of joy upon their faces as they had had before, though
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Grandma's face had a distinctly ravenous look to it.
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They all reached greedily for the nearest edibles, piling mounds and
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mounds of nausea-inducing-mess upon their plates, ignoring the knowing look in
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each others' eyes of the sickness to come after eating this, trying
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desperately to be the one who ate the most and got the least sick.
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SHE eyes the table, surveying its contents for anything she might have
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missed. Ah! The turkey had been stuffed this year, she had forgotten about
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it. A lusty look crept into her eyes as she slowly reached for the poultry,
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eagerly contemplating the moment when she would feel around inside of its
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body, groping around, pulling the sticky dressing from within. Her hand was
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there. She licked her lips, full knowing that this could possibly be the most
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erotic experience of her life. As she felt herself nearing orgasm, she
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plunged her hand deep into the lifeless bird.
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And pulled it out quickly, screaming in pain, blood gushing from the
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stumps where two of her fingers had once been. Her boyfriend quickly wrapped
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her hand with a napkin in an attempt to stop the bleeding. All eyes turned
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upon the turkey as the dry laughter was heard.
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A bloody and somewhat charred Fetus walked from the gaping slit in the
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body of the bird, tossing bits of stuffing into the air, catching them with
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his mouth, and softly laughing, his eyes glued to the She Bitch's.
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He pounced upon her chest, everyone falling to their seats, unable to
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move for some unseen force held them fast. Fetus brought his mouth close to
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the Bitch's, hers trembling with fear, his covered with food.
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"Where I come from...A turkey ALWAYS gets STUFFED!" Fetus began cramming
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handfuls of stuffing down Her throat, forcing it upon her, shoving it into her
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mouth and forcing her to try to swallow all of it. His concentration broken,
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the forces lifted and Her boyfriend reacted first. He grabbed a drumstick
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from the turkey and swung it mightily at Fetus.
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Who grabbed it and another and jumped through the air, landing on his
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attacker's head and began banging away on it, screaming what could only have
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been a brutal song of death.
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Fetus stuck his toes into the man's ears, whooping wildly as he tried
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desperately to shake the undeveloped monster from his head, screaming and
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flailing his arms.
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The Mighty One rode his mount into the china cabinet, glass shards
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cutting deep into the man's body, killing him almost instantly. Fetus bent to
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pull some flesh from a mutilated arm when he felt a broomstick smash onto his
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back.
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He turned slowly and brought his eyes up to meet the gaze of Her Mother,
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causing her to shake in fear and begin pathetically trying to exorcise the
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demon before her.
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"Evil spirits remove thyselves! I cast ye out, abomination! Get thee
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behind me, Satan!"
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Fetus snatched the broomstick from her trembling hands and did as he was
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bid, running behind the woman. He slammed the stick into the small of her
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back, she doubled over, and he shoved it far up her ass until it protruded
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from her mouth, her corpse slumping over on its side.
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He turned and jumped to the table, surveying the scene. Gross had gone
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to his room to listen to some tapes Fetus had bought for him, not knowing the
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scenes that transpired. Grandmother had moved to the remains of the china
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cabinet, munching silently on the flesh of Her Boyfriend, doing as a Follower
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should. She herself retched the stuffing, too sick to move for now. And the
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Father..
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Fetus picked up a pie and slung it at the man, he ducked, Fetus was upon
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him. He began pounding upon the sides of Father's skull, harder and harder,
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he stood and tried to flee but Fetus held fast with his feet, the crushing
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blows finally cracking the shell of his cranium as they neared the stairs.
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The man fell downwards, Fetus jumped off, and smiled at the loud crunching of
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breaking bones as the man tumbled into a heap and mass of limbs that could not
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have been replicated by the living. There was only Her.
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The stuffing finally spilled onto the floor, she slowly brought herself
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up from the waist to look into the eyes of a fetus.
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He grabbed her by the ears and brought her face down into the plate of
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food in front of her. Wrapping her hair about his hands he pulled her
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struggling body onto the table and smeared cranberry sauce all over her face.
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She stood upon the table and screamed her rage. She dextrously hefted the
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carving knife and leaped towards Fetus, intent upon slicing his meat.
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He tripped her and sent her sprawling onto the other end of the table,
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her head resting in a bowl of mashed potatoes, shocked too much to scream from
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the pain. Fetus pulled her feet and then turned her over roughly. He yanked
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at her jeans, smiling evily as they ripped off, exposing her cloth-covered
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bush. Realization lit her eyes, she tried to rise to her feet, slipping on
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the food, mumbling pleas for mercy.
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Fetus lunged forward and tore away all the clothing from her upper body
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in one stroke, she screamed but was powerless to stop him from violently
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removing her panties and the tampon.
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"No..no..n-n-n-no...p-p-p-puh-p-puh-puh-leez-please..n-no.."
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Fetus threw the bloody vaginal insert at her. She regained her feet and
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jumped from the table, running towards the living room.
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He slammed into the back of her legs, she fell, feeling a hand already
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reaching up into her anal region, raking at the flesh inside. She could only
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scream.. Fetus rolled her over once again and jumped onto her chest, sucking
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noisily at her breasts, then biting the nipples off and spitting them in her
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face. She smacked at him and he kicked her in the face, her head falling to
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the floor in shock. Fetus shoved his clawed fists into the holes where her
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nipples had been and ripped the insides of her tits out, eating them happily,
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and then kissed Her, so that she could taste her insides.
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He began jumping up and down upon her rib cage, her breath leaving her
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body in moans of pain, and at last he stopped when he heard the soft pop of
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the rib's breaking. He moved between her legs and put a hand under each of
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her thighs. "And now the fun can REALLY start, Bitch!"
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His short stubby dick dove into her genitals, boring into her flesh like
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a tunnel-digger. His little hips pivoted and rammed, her monthly blood
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spraying out with each thrust, she screamed again as he brought himself to
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ectasy and came all within her. He kicked her over, and mounted her ass. He
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drove it home and did it hard, the pain of her ribs and now the pain of her
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ass bringing a wail of terror from her, making Fetus only bang harder. Her
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screams turned him on, made his penis rock solid. He rammed a fist up into
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her cunt as he creamed his juices into her ass and fucked her with his entire
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arm.
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Her screams grew louder, encouraging him, and he removed his arm. He
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pulled her cunt-lips wide apart, then jumped feetfirst back into the womb, her
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flesh splitting open, her screams of pain silenced only when her blood ceased
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to flow from the wounds.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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The Followers of Fetus
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Fetal Juice
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Gross Genitalia
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Tasty Abortion
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Twisted Testicles
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and another follower, yet to be named
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