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"The Beat of a Different Drummer" by Priest (Formerly The Iron Priest (806))
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--> THE _ORIGINAL_ BETH.TXT <--
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**** A CREWOSIX PRODUCTION 1992 *****
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----- GwD: The American Dream with a Twist -- of Lime ***** Issue #75 -----
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----- release date: 11-25-99 ***** ISSN 1523-1585 -----
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[NOTE: This article is intended for a mature audience. Any pornography laws
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and/or lawmakers this article violates can bite us. So nyah nyah nyah.
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This article contains detailed descriptions of oral sex, sexual intercourse,
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sodomy. You should most likely quit reading now if you are easily offended by
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sexual content, or if words like "ass," "pussy," "cock," "cunt," and/or "rimjob"
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offend you...uhh, not to mention "skullfuck."
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This article does not necessarily reflect the views of either GwD Publications,
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its parent company (GwD, Inc.); nor any member, employee, or officer thereof;
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nor do any of the aforementioned necessarily advocate the behaviors described.
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Of course, we don't necessarily condemn *all* of them, either.
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Keeping with the goal of the now-defunct "GwD Adult," this article was written
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by Priest while he was under the legal age of consent (sure, he's over the age
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of consent now, but that's not the point).
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That's right, ADULT TEXT BY A CHILD. Suck on that, ya sonofabitch!]
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Contrary to popular belief, band members did raise a lot of hell. You want
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proof you say? I suppose that can be supplied, provided of course, you have the
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stomach for it...
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The annual band trip occurred, as always, in late May. This year the band
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was headed for Dallas or bust. Most of the trip was actually quite boring and
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not worth mentioning, had not a full two months planning gone into one evening.
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To start with, since it was incredibly hard to purchase alcohol under the age of
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21, especially in a virtually uncharted metropolitan area, packed in nice and
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tight, right next to my Hanes(tm), was an assortment of fermented beverages.
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The small bottle of high quality Vodka, (don't leave home without it) next to
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his close personal friend Jose Cuervo Gold(tm). And what trip wouldn't be
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complete without three 4-pks. of Jack Daniel's Country Cocktails(tm). These
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were hidden as a precaution in the back of the toilet with a few freezer packs
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and would not make their appearance until Saturday night, when the seniors,
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myself included, were awarded a later curfew. However, I had a special purpose
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in mind for the liquor, or maybe I should say a special person in mind...
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I carried out my duties easily enough for the next two days, just waiting
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for my chance. Saturday night, it came. When the band returned from the
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restaurant, quite a few of us decided to take a swim in the pool. As I made
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my way up to my room to change, I "accidentally" ran into my intended victim,
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Beth Cochran; a snotty little sophomore who had a tight attitude and an ass to
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match. In the past, we had had our share of differences, but the past month I
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had prepped her for this trip. This consisted of being extremely courteous,
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polite, and apologetic for any and all past excursions. She was buying it. We
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decided to take a swim together, so while she went upstairs to change into her
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swimming attire, I quickly changed, procured some "beverages," and met her back
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downstairs. This would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We swam
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leisurely for a while, killing time until we were the last people in the
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pool--all others having gone to their respective rooms to retire, order pizza,
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or see what pornographic movies the motel had neglected to take off the band's
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cable network.
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In the meantime, I had been continuously supplying mixed drinks to the
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aforementioned young lady adding increasingly larger and larger amounts of
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alcohol and the effects were showing. She had really loosened up; rubbing her
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hands over my back, neck and even once (by accident she said) down below the
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waist... I figured she was ready for one of my special massages. I took her
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into the sauna (all locations having been tested for sound proofing ahead of
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time), taking with us, of course, another round from the bartender so to speak.
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She was giggling to beat the band, all puns intended.
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"But Hobbes," she protested once, "wont someone wonder where we are?"
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Fortunately, I had already planned for this by arranging to have us in out
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respective beds and not to be disturbed during room check. Thank God she had
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pissed off enough people badly enough to enlist the help of numerous volunteers.
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"Don't worry, my dear, we won't be missed." At least, I wouldn't..."Well,
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my little baby doll, would you like something to liven things up?"
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She gave me a childish giggle and grinned when she replied, "Isn't that the
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whole point?" So I brought out the wine coolers, and offered her one.
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"So what's so special about these?"
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"You see, Beth, they're mostly Jack Daniels." She smiled in anticipation,
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popped the top off one, and deep-throated the bottle's long neck--this looked
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promising. She finished off three of the twelve in the blink of an eye, and I
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figured she was ready. I rolled over on her stomach and started to massage her
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back. The air in the sauna was getting pretty heavy and that in itself was
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relaxing. Add a massage and a great deal of alcohol and things get really
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interesting.
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She groaned softly in pleasure as my hands gently kneaded her tight back
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muscles and worked my way down. I played with the punk-style fringe of her
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shorts and my hands got adventurous. I slid one finger down the back of her
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shorts and rubbed up against her dark brown pubic hairs which contrasted heavily
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with her golden wheat-colored hair. She seemed to enjoy this because she smiled
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and drew one hand from her side, slipped it in between my swimming shorts and my
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stomach to grasp my now very hard shaft. You can imagine my pleasure at this
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attempt to satisfy the beast! :-) With my hand around the small of her
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back, I pulled her lips up to greet my already thirsty ones. She might have
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been a prude, but from the way she stuck her tongue all the way down my throat,
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I would venture to say she had kissed her fair share.
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I leaned back against the wall and pulled her towards me, then undid the tie
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on my black swimming trunks and brought her hands up to my mouth and kissed each
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of her fingers with a moist gentle kiss.
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"What..." she asked with a distinct slur in her speech and an evil,
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mischievous grin planted on her perky little mouth. From there I eased and
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guided her head down below my waist. She mentioned that she had never done this
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before and she was a little nervous.
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"Don't worry little one, you'll do just fine." She looked me right in the
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eyes and despite the angle kept eye contact while she slid "Stanley" in between
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her lips. With a bit effort on her part, and some imagining of what was to
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come, I actually came, spilling only a few drops on her face before she eagerly
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swallowed the rest.
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"You're not a virgin, are you?" I asked her a little rhetorically.
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"Yes, I'm just not very good at it," she replied with a grin.
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Now it was my turn at the driver's wheel. I layed her on her back and with
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no thought as to lubrication or protection, eased slowly between her thighs to
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her hot, wet, mound. She whimpered a little at first, but then started
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enjoying, it if her face was any indication. I started enjoying it myself and
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unknowingly started pumping harder and harder until she whimpered once again.
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"Sorry," I told her, "I'm not trying to hurt you."
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She looked up at me with that little know-it-all-because-I'm-a-bitch smile
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and said quite haughtily, "I know."
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Suddenly, it all came back to me. Our past, the anger, the rage, the
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planning for this trip and finally, *THE PLAN*. I smiled my own smile, nodded
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acquiescence and switched into pile-driver mode. The thrusts came harder and
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harder now and I could feel skin inside starting to tear. She started
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screaming, softly at first, then louder and louder.
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"Hobbes, you're hurting me!"
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"...I know."
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Just to keep the mood going, I stopped, and turned her over, relying on the
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sauna and the alcohol to provide the lack of protest on her end. To make sure,
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I poured another three wine coolers down her throat in a matter of seconds, with
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two tequila shot chasers. The obvious reversal was lost on her, but the
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symbolism, oh the symbolism! Now, yes now I believe the time was right to
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introduce her to a good ass-reaming.
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I gave her just enough time for the spirits to consume her before I went
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knocking on her back door. She had the sense to know that this was a new pain
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before the alcohol took a deeper hold. I wasted no time in thrusting deeper and
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faster into her than I ever had before. I pushed and pulled, my muscles
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screaming in protest while my rage and my cock sang with utter bliss. Now I was
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certain I could feel the tearing and the ripping of supple flesh inside her
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anus. In my vigor, I ripped through the wall of the anus and right into her
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cunt. That was the beginning of the screams. They issued forth from her throat
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in a never-ending opus of pain that was pure pleasure to my enraged ears. I
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didn't stop. I kept going drawing on reserves of strength and hate I did not
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know that I possessed. In fact, I believe I was possessed. Time seemed to slow
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for me and her, filling me with a languid pleasure as I pounded into her wounded
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teenage nubile body. Blood ran down my penis and my legs. I was in heaven in
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the form of hell. Aaaaa....
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And then I knew for certain what was in store for Little Miss Cochran. I
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stopped and pulled out of her and slowly turned her around to face, so that I
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could see the pain and the tears on her face. She gazed at me through a haze
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of searing agony.
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"Do you want me to make it stop?"--she nodded
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"Do you want me to make it all go away"--her eyes begged yes.
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"Then let me look into your eyes, your beautiful, blue eyes..."
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She looked deep into me and I believe she did not like what she saw. I
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placed my thumbs on either side of her face, right next to her eyes.
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"...Such gorgeous eyes...pity." My thumbs dove deeply into her eye sockets
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tearing and shredding as they went. I locked them behind her eyes and popped
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them completely out of the sockets. Who said there were only three body
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orifices that a human male could fuck?!?! I deeply implanted my full thick cock
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into her eye socket and began to pump energetically. Back and forth, in and
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out. I went harder and harder using natural body fluids for lubrication as her
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eyeballs thumped rhythmically against my balls which came as a mixture of
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pleasure and pain. Her continuous screams erupted in a never ending geyser of
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noise from her throat.
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Of course, I'm not completely inhuman, so I had the decency to cauterize the
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wound. I took a lighter from a pocket in my swim shorts and "flicked my
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Bic(tm)!" Of course, seeing as this made the socket too hot to fuck, I pissed
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on her face to cool it off. I noticed bits and pieces of grey matter clinging
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to my still hard shaft, and I wiped it clean with her hair.
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My ears were ringing and I realized I was going deaf from her screams so
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close to my head. Well, there was only one way to stop that... At this point,
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things got kinda hazy because of the fact that I felt something snap deep inside
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of me; an animal came alive. For some unknown reason (probably pure pleasure at
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seeing this fucking whore squirm with pain), I pulled back from the eye socket
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and opened my mouth wide. With this done, and remembering something of what I
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had done to her asshole, I leaned over and ripped her throat open with sharp
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incisors only to back away and have blood gush and spew all over my mouth and
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the rest of my body. At last! I finally found the perfect lubricant!
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Suddenly, I came upon a brilliant idea. I eased her head back, widening the
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cut and slowly inserted my incredibly hard cock down her trachea and began to
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fuck. Now this was what I called deep-throating! The blood helped to smooth
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things along and allowed me to go farther and farther down her windpipe. Ahh,
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a perfect fit. I came, and the cum mixed with the blood to create a sticky,
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pink substance that slid slowly down her throat into oblivion. I might have
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gotten to the esophagus later, if I'd had the time...
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I went back to the eye socket with my still-swollen member covered with her
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lifeblood and a new vigor, thrusting with more energy than I ever had in my
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life. I felt the skull cracking with the force of the blows. No matter, I
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fucked through the tear in the bone. It's not like she'd be needing the skull
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anymore anyway. Boning took on a whole new meaning for me.
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It was at this point that I decided to halt the proceeding simply because of
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the fact that I had a lot of work ahead of me. I decided the best way would be
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to bring several trash bags into the sauna and load the bitch up. Then I would
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put her in the dumpster with the rest of the garbage, which would undoubtedly be
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burned the next morning or taken someplace where the smell would never be
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noticed. Then I wiped up the majority of the blood and bits of flesh knowing
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full well that the little stuff would evaporate once I cranked up the sauna to
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full blast and left it running for the rest of the night. I disposed of my swim
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shorts and as an afterthought, went skinny dipping in the pool, then the hot tub
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to erase all traces of blood from my body. Finally, I headed up to my room. As
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I snuck in through the balcony window, my roommates smiled and nodded knowingly
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at me. We would all sleep well tonight.
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Ding dong, the bitch is dead.
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Special thanks to M.D. who had the only remaining copy of this file following
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the great purge of 1993.
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CREWOSIX: The Iron Priest, Jakyl, Fastjack, Trojan-Man, Hallucination, Ren
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[This article is the work of Priest who is solely responsible for its content.
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All characters in the article are fictitious. Any resemblance to any persons
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living...or dead is unintentional. As a reminder, we don't have any money, so
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it wouldn't be worth suing us anyway.]
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"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
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-+- F Y M -+-
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GR33NY LIK3S mash3d p0tat03s
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MORE THAN FIVE YEARS of ABSOLUTE CRAP! /---------------\
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copyright (c) 1992 The Iron Priest/CREWOSIX Productions :FIGHT THE POWER:
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copyright (c) MCMXCIX Priest/GwD Publications/GwD, Inc. : GwD :
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All rights reserved \---------------/
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