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>polka has a handle of what you assume to be anal beads in her ass
>she asks you to pull
>you pull out a bead,you hear a honking noise as it plopped out of her sphincter
>it's bright red, like a clown's nose, and it's almost 2 inches in circumference
>she tells you to keep going
>you pull another one out
>and again
>and again
>and again
>at this point your hands are shivering in fear as you are now four feet away from polka, yet there are still beads being pulled out
>"The DOOT Revenant will never be the same..." you think
>she's now face down on the floor ass up just twitching and shivering while she says "keep pulling them out!" occasionally in a slurred voice
>you decide to end this
>you grab the handle with both hands
>you summon forth the power of every third grader in the early 2000s
>"LET IT RIP!!"
>you pull out the beads with the enthusiasm of an angry lumberjack trying to start an old chainsaw
>polka screams in euphoria
>the sound of the beads as it exits her colon sounds like a mob of angry toddlers in squeaky shoes marching towards you
>you keep pulling and pulling, not knowing how much time has passed
>eventually it all ran out
>you are at awe at the red, sloppy pile of beads you've amassed next to you, almost as tall as you
>you go to check on polka
>she's breathing, albeit passed out with a stupid look on her face
>her ass is gaping wide open, you wonder if it will ever close back to normal
>you wipe her off, clean her as best you can and lay her in bed
>you just contemplate your life and what you have done until she wakes up
