The new guys strikes back

your new alliance will never live up to the glory of Jarinor's Communist Regime... now with Nuggetz!!!

 

Hmmm...how about...when and if this site goes down, all that I've said becomes the law, in regards to reading.
But hey, if you'd prefer, you can spend some time with Vorak...or Telcontar.

 

*muffled cry for help barely reverberates through the folds of giant half-starfish jelly*

 

Now let me do a trick I learned with ruber gloves, baby oil and a cork-screw. Bend him over Vorak...

 

*noooOOOOOO*

 

Meh it only hurts for a little while. Be happy that I am sticking my prized cork-screw up there.....

 

The horrible screams echoed throughout the building and could be clearly heard down at the pub, where old barflies shuddered over glasses of watered down light beer.

The screams lasted for hours, gradually interspersed with moments of silence as Spuddy could take no more and fell unconscious.

Eventually, moaning could be heard through the doors. Spuddy had awoken to yet another day in Telcontar's Perv Shack. He wished he had a razor and the strength to use it on his wrists.

 

You love it you dirty little boy. Now I am going to hand you over to Vorak, I hope you like sucking starfish penis.

By the way I am a little worried how you somewhat ardently described your chained-up pain......

 

Only the echo answered Telcontar's empty boasts. He looked around in confusion, searching through the Perv Shack.

Spuddy was gone!

How the hell did that happen, Telcontar muttered as he accidentally set off a boobytrap and fell through a trap door.

 

Shouldn't this perverted tale be in the Roleplaying Forum?

 

Spoiler

(Spuddy says, OoC: I'm telling the tale, you're the one introducing all the perversions.)

Impaled on the leg of a chair, Telcontar slowly realised he should have disarmed the boobytraps before starting to rummage through the Perv Shack.

Damn it... The gushing blood caused Telcontar to slip just as he disentangled himself from the chair.

Cold, dark unconsciousness...

 

:-? ok then. If you want to continue this, PM me your story. At least I have a delete button in there.

 

You're right up there with those weirdos banging horses, Spuddy.
You might be my Secretary of War , but, damn...let's just say there are quite a few skeletons in that closet of yours. Skeletons with double headed dildos.

 

And all his own. Do you really want someone like that as your Secretary of War. I mean everything you touch he is likely to have had up his ass- maps, pens even your own clothes.

 

Note; When I wrote, "Closet", I meant ass.

 

Vorak, when I was forced to sign the contract, it never said anything about shoving your leaders items up my ass,
Gross with the whole Frigo thing, lets not talk about asses or closets, arrrrrrr.

 

I already feel like enough of a moron just for clicking, so...go read a book.
Now, by read, I mean suck. And by book, I mean cock.

 

Why not just say, "go suck a cock"?