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...presents... Slough Off That Pagan Lust
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by Obscure Images
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01/01/1996-#310
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__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
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___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
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The sun rose into the sky to illuminate the toll ways. Crammed with cars,
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the tollway lived a life of its own. Each car was filled with little people
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staring blankly at the car in front of them; the only relief from tedium was a
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car crash. It didn't happen enough to stave off the boredom. One of these
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little people was named John. He was driving in to work, where he would spend
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his entire day.
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His job wasn't bad. In fact he thought it was a really good job, at least
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most of the time. It was the time of year that he really hated. The time
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where his concentration was constantly drifting, and his work wasn't getting
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done. Around this time of the year everyone was beginning to lose efficiency,
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as it was getting close to Lustkill Day. Until then, John had to grit his
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teeth and bear the distraction of being a walking hard-on.
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His cubicle was waiting for him when he got there. John sat down in front
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of his workstation and started the wheels rolling. They didn't roll. Thoughts
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of naked women flaunting their disgusting appendages at him tore through his
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imagination. "I need a cup of coffee," he thought. Tomorrow was LustKill Day,
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and it would be a relief when it was over. On the way to the kitchen, John ran
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into Mary, who was talking to one of the other secretaries. God, I'd love to
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touch her naughty bits, he thought as he said "hello." She looked at him
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strangely, as if possessed.
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John couldn't sleep well that night. He kept picturing the look in Mary's
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eyes, all musky animal under barely-restrained humanity. It was 3 in the
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morning before he masturbated himself to unconsciousness. He woke up sore and
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hardly able to wait until he got to work for the shots that would get rid of
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the feeling. In the elevator on the way up to the office he met Mary.
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"Hi Mary, how're you doing?"
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"I don't know... I didn't sleep well last night."
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"Me neither, I can never sleep the night before LustKill," he said, his
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eyes wandering down to her blouse, which seemed to be barely restraining her
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breasts.
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"Yeah, it's a real bitch for the last week before," she said, somewhat
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distractedly. She seemed to be eyeing him up. He turned slightly, hoping she
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wouldn't notice his erection.
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The elevator finally reached their floor, so they got out and walked down
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the hallway to the office door. As they were passing the store room she
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grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room.
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"Hey!"
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She started talking to him in a guttural voice, a tone that was filled
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with an animal's passion. Desire shrieked inside his brain, "DO IT! DO IT!
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DO IT!" He was about to give in to the shriek when the door opened, and one of
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the other secretaries walked in. She looked surprised to see them there.
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"Errr... just getting some paper clips," John stammered and walked out.
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"Me too," said Mary, trying to regain her composure.
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A half an hour passed before John caved in. He left his cubicle to find
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Mary. Her eyes flashed as she saw him. She smiled.
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"Meet me at lunch," he whispered to her, hoping nobody else heard him.
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She nodded her head in agreement. He went back to the workstation and
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started on a new design. He couldn't get into it, he was too distracted by
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what he pictured himself doing to Mary at lunch. Then as he was just drifting
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into a daydream, his boss announced to all employees that they should report to
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the conference room for their shots. John panicked. They never do it before
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lunch. He was raging as he stomped down the hallway to the conference room.
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Next to him in line for the shots was Mary. He whispered, "We don't have to do
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this, we can just leave." She looked as if she were about to jump on him.
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The line was growing shorter when she said, "But we'd lose our jobs. We
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can't work anywhere without the LustKill." The fear of unemployment dampened
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his passions. He made his decision; he was going to grab her and take her out,
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and they would do all the vile things he was thinking about. He was about to
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move when a voice said, "NEXT!"
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/ \ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ / \
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WORLDWIDE \ / `-' (U) `-' \ / WORLDWIDE
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`-' .ooM `-' _
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Oooo / ) __
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/)(\ ( \ Copyright (c)1996 cDc communications. / ( / \
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\__/ ) / All rights reserved. Award-winning CULT OF THE DEAD COW \ ) \)(/
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(_/ is published by cDc communications, P.O. Box 53011, oooO _
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oooO Lubbock, TX, 79453, US of A. Edited by Swamp Ratte'. __ ( \
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\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
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\_) "THE COW WALKS AMONGST US" Oooo
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