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You get anuvva old bich living alone, and then, with two together, you team up onna third old bich, less old than the other two, stacked and built sturdier.
Same as before: chokeychoke noose, Blood Dot opener, and then the struggle. Normally she might have been able to fling you across the room with one hand if she managed to grab a fistfull of you. But at present you've already unlocked the door to let the two other biddies in before you started your choke+Dot combo. The moment the big old bich sits up and start to struggle, the other two bodily weigh down her hands while you panic and keep trying to Dot her through her two chins, before giving up and clocking her right where the back of the neck joins the skull wiv the blunt of your shoddy ax.
You do enough trauma for her to be trussed like a pig.
She's alive, and more deliciously, awake when you do her. She's still trying to get away from the things assaulting her in the dark, when you tear off her bloomers and begin an altogether different kind of assault.
She bleeds more than the other two, even though she's moister down'ere, and her struggling ugly-cry just <span class="mu-r">riles</span> you.
You mulch and plough her like a 'Bama cornfield, sending what must be half a pint of jizz right inna eggzbottles each time you <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">KOMM</span></span>, and after the third fikk fatt <span class="mu-s">ngutt</span> she's smiling too.
It's weird, but you notice you're a lot less interested in them once they turn gray and start grinning. Even though the big thicky biddy's still got her mouf n bugg'ole waiting to be bulged wiv splooj like a pastry chef trainee's kreempuff, youre off it.
When you got the first crippy old biddy to perform sexual gymnastics it was novel, but in itself, rippen innem once theyz gray is... mehh. Gotta ask Seafood about that later.
You ask the three you got to bring you food; they don't. You have to sack their hovels yourself to find some postcoital munchies and gluggs. Hrnnn. They have no memory then?
You ask them questions; they just stare at you with their blank, supportive grins. Yup: theyz lost everfin up dere.
And you get to finkin and twigg sumn else: the first biddy you did turned gray from bugg'ole pluppen. Did that mean your slutts don't have to have an eggzbottle to get turnt gray? What if you plupped a Man? Men Humies got bugg'oles too.
You wouldn't normally, because it doesn't <span class="mu-i">feel</span> right, man-pluppen.
But itz not gae if itz to maekem gray.
Gotza try. Fer zoiance.
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Cuvkenmelle to a nauseating pain on both sides of his neck. He sits up gagging, on reflex and is hauled back down to the bedding by a noose around his neck.
He fights against the thing at the end of the noose trying to weigh him down. He gives a hoarse bark trying to shout, and his left temple is hit twice, and his gorge surges. The noose choking him doesn't let much of it out of his mouth; the surge goes up his airways instead, out the nose, chunks of his meagre dinner. Salt soup lentils.
