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Like the last time when you did the bunch of feevy Humies, you poise a chokeychoke over her neck, this one made of a towel torn lengthwise. Your opener is a Blood Dot, temple + neck left, temple + neck right. As she opens her mouth to groan you yank down hard on your chokeychoke, concussing her, at the same time drawing the nooseknot of the chokeychoke closed, turning it into a gag.
Then you're on top of her. As she tries feebly to grapple whatever is trying to whatever her, you chicky wing the bich: put a shiv up each of her armpits. That cuts out the nonsense. Then you stomp her hard inna belly for giving you shit, and she's vomiting, swooning.
Bich this old wouldn't have been plupped in a long time. She should be grateful. You bind her wrists with ready nooses to the headboard, her ankles to the legs of the bed, and get out <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g"> Gobbgantua</span></span>.
It seems to have a semi-mind of its own, that you can read and command. You decide to plugg her bugg'ole first, because that always surprises them, makes them make that face, and later when they see you're about to plugg theyz ploppa wiv yez 'orble be-shidded GGP Green Gobby Penor, they make <span class="mu-i">anuvva</span> face. You're a connoisseur and it matters.
>SEEKZ N DESTROY CHUBBCHUBB
>SCRAPE HER INNIES OUTY
"N-no, no sta-UH"
She stiffens as <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g"> Gobbgantua</span></span> zeros in her sunless deeps, and with one thrust you spread a portal to her netherworld.
You hear a cricking in her body before you're even halfway in; sounds like da bich's backbone just got straightened. The half-breath scream that comes out by reflex makes you koom instantly.
And you're still 'ard. Still 'orny. You don't need to switch out with the next gobb in line: <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g"> Gobbgantua</span></span> still chubb n stiffu.
You get your grind on and glopp twice more inna bugg'ole.
"Nuuh, nuuh, hh<span class="mu-s">hyezzz</span>"
She's stopped moaning and fighting and is starting to smile. This new tackle really is sumfin, usually it takes a few weeks for you to fuggem till they lovvit.
Then you glopp once each in her sproggploppa n her mouf, because you're a perfectionist, and look at your handiwork.
She's grinning eyes open, staring at the ceiling, flat. Pupils really dilated, hrnn. No flinch response. You listen for a heartbeat: it's very slowed, like her breathing.
"Woi. Getz up." Here she responds, slowly like she's sleepy. You cut the binds from her limbs and start ordering her about.
"<span class="mu-g">Dis fat Chubb ain't gonnae glaark itself</span>."
"<span class="mu-g"> Now squatt onnet. Make it werk yez sproggploppa like yez churnen budda.</span>"
She obeys nearly all of your commands, except when it requires her bad hip or her chickywinged arms; she knows what you <span class="mu-i">mean[/ii].
Making her take yer whole <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">F I N G</span></span> in all her 'oles just about rekt her tho': jaw dislocated, 'braded throat, perineal tears, prolapses, the woiks.
She can still walk good 'nuff, so you command she help wivva next un.</span>
