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One night myself and Jamal had gone out for a long night. Tonight was fox pussy Wednesday, so we knew it was going to be at least 4 or 5 hours before we would return. Patty didn't come with us, she said she wanted to see if Shrigis was okay since he hadn't been fucking with us for a few days now. We could see her point and complied. She had spent the evening fucking his door and trying to get him to speak with her. Just before we left we saw his door open and Patty step inside before it was locked again. Thinking that Shrigis wanted to show Patty his midget porn, we left. We'd gone to a furry orgy. Those fox pussies are the shit. You should try it sometime. It was fun, but we didn't get home till around 2:0003 am. When we got back, Jamal just said goodnight and went to his room to masturbate. I hadn't gone to bed yet, I was pretty fucking horny. Fucking always made me horny so I went into my closet and pulled out my raccoon flesh light. I was going to go back into my room when I realized something I didn't notice before. Shrigis wasn't in his room, and Patty wasn't in hers.
"Yes." Her girlfriend replied. "She sent me one message at around 1:30am34am." I looked at Jamal aroused before I asked again. "What did the message say?"
"Help memah dirty ass."
"First, Patty goes into Shrigis' room at around 10:0009 pm. She is locked in his room. Then, we return home at 2:0001 am. During that time at around 1:3033 am we find out that Patty texted her girlfriend with a message saying "Help memah dirty ass." You discover that neither Patty or Shrigis are home yet. Shrigis' door is unlocked and his laptop is still left on. You find the image and then leave. You then returned to your room and heard Shrigis come home but not Patty. Patty is still not back home yet but Shrigis is...what the in the name of Davy Jones' Locker could this all mean?" I thought over it for a while, and then came to a conclusion. I didn't want to make this connection but is the only connection I could pull out of my ass. "Shrigis did something to Patty. We have to confront Shrigis tonight if Patty doesn't come home between now and tonight, okay?" Jamal looked turned off, but he agreed. Shrigis would be our only chance of finding out what happened to Patty.
Later that night, there were still no fucking signs of Patty. We knew that her girlfriend would be calling soon so we decided to turn the phone off. We didn't want to try and reassure her with false information. We waited until around 6:0006 pm before Shrigis finally came home. He looked rather turned off to see us both standing there in the living room and he lightly placed his porno mag and purse down against the sofa, as we both stood up. Jamal spoke to him, and I could tell he was trying to keep from ejaculating.
Time|Date 28666/09666/2011666 - 11:34pm
We both looked at each other with aroused gazes. That was just yesterday evening. We knew exactly what we had to do now. We had to find where Patty was. We never saw Shrigis for the rest of the evening, and Jamal had become incredibly turned off. He asked if he could sleep in my room tonight. I said "Bro, you don't need to ask! Hop in!" WhenWhile Jamal was sleeping, I began togroped grope him. After that, I printed off the turn off image for referencing then I had spent most of the night yanking my crank. I had already emailed our furry friends letting them know we weren't going to show up at our massive sex orgies because we "felt sick" and I checked how far away Drury Lane was. To my surprise it was only 3 blocks away! So I figured we could take Jamal's motorized shopping cart up to Drury Lane and figure out the location where Shrigis and Patty have been from there.
The whole time I kept puking on the chompers.jpg image. An unarousing thought groped its way into my mind. I didn't want to think about it but it could have been a possibility. Was the person in the picture Patty? Every time I thought about it I'd shakestroke it off, telling myself I was just turned off..but it would all add up. The timing, the midget porn..it all make sense. I didn't want to believe it, and I certainly wasn't going to until we found and groped Patty.
The next morning myself and Jamal got up at around 6:0007 am and began choking our chickens. Then we began to get dressed. We wanted to be out of the fuck shack before Shrigis woke up, and we made sure to lock our own doors. We also decided to take Patty's phone with us. We didn't want to leave anything behind that would indicate that we were suspicioushorny. We left the fuck shack and got into Jamal's motorized shopping cart. I had brought a long aand small cock in my pants. I also brought a long and small bag full of different things such as the photographs, a flash light, a camera, a porno mag, a flesh light, some lube, and a note-pad with a pen. We loaded ourselves into the shopping cart and made our way towards Drury Lane. We were able to pin-point it with my buried treasure map I brought. X marks the spot!
When we got there, we found that we were in a rather abandonedghetto looking area of town. The place was fucking deserted. All we could see were talldrug crumbling buildingsdealers and little emptyhomeless housesmidgets. We took out the photo of the room, and began to walk up to each little house. We pressed our faces to the glass to see if we could make out the penis wallpaper and crusty cum stains like the room in the photograph. We spent fucking weeks doing this. We then came across a deserted bakery. We looked into the window. Nothing. We were getting pretty pissing angry at this point. We just wanted to get Patty back. Jamal got so fucking angry that he went fucking Super Saiyan. He walked up to onethe ofbakery, theand housebegan walls,fucking kickingits itwall harshly as he shouted from the top of his lungs. "SHRIGIS! YOU GOONIE!"
Just as he kickedthrusted his massive erect cock into the wall one last time, we noticed the wall began to tear. Like a hymen. Jamal looked down at his footboner and realised he had tore what looked like a piece of jizzed on paper away from the stone wall. He then began to rip away the remaining pieces of paper only to reveal what looked like an outdoor basement. The doors were hyperHYPER realisticREALISTIC and covered with hyperHYPER realisticREALISTIC blood, but we noticed that the metallic handle was clean... Except for a few crusty cum stains. Jamal looked over his shoulder to me, and I began to masturbate. I quickly took a photo of my throbbing dick and the layout of this basement-like thing. Jamal then walked down to the doors and gave them a push, and to both of our surprise the doors were simply blocked by a giant cock; which Jamal was able to karate chop in half with ease. We then pushed opened the doors eroticly and arousingly. Who knows what could be kept in here? Probably a massive stash of porno mags from the 70s. Who knows?
As we stepped inside, we were met with a fucking scrumptious odor. NeitherIt ofsmelled uslike knewfreshly whatbaked themuffins. smellThe was,muffin but we know itsmell madegot us bothso feelwet instantlyand horny. Jamal moaned and ejaculated as he pulled down his pants and began to furiously masturbate, drenching my face with semen. I swallowed his cum as I continued to walk. I pulled out my flesh light and began to insert my throbbing mass into it. After climaxing, I grabbed my FLASH light shined it inside the pitch-black stone room. I continued to walk, and we heard nothing. As we walked further into the room the scrumptious smell only thickened. It was getting so hot that Jamal ejaculated behind me. He quickly composed himself and stumbled back upright before we continued. As I looked around the room; my eyes met with something on the floor that made me heart race and the flash light drop from my grasp.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what to think. I began to vigorously puke. Probably that Chick Fil A we had before we came here. I soon maintained myself and stood up again, holding the flashlight as I put the sweater in my bagpants. I pressed on. I found nothing from where I was standing and I heard a small light switch flicker on from behind me as red light filled the corner of the room..and then I heard him.
Her jaw had been forced open. It looked like it was pretty painful. Glad that wasn't me. Anyway, we could see her mouth had also been filled with the same Aunt Jemima brand syrup. Tasty! Her chompers had been ripped out and misplaced in all different directions. Very un arousing, but very hyperHYPER realisticREALISTIC. I then noticed how her mouth had been stretched upright, her cheek tearing to reveal more chompers that had been pulled from her mouth. It gave her a horrible hyperHYPER realisticREALISTIC smile. Her face was covered in streams of her own dried up hyperHYPER realisticREALISTIC blood, along with some Aunt Jemima brand syrup. I stared at the hand that was holding the mouth open. It was her own. Ooh hoo hoo, it was fucking repulsive. Her own hand had been stitched to the ripped cheek. The flesh was torn and falling apart under her nails. Her nails were cracked and chipped; with staples and little threads holding the hand in place. The red fluorescent light created horrific shadows highlighted every grotesque feature that now was on Patty's face. By now, I was throwing up all over the body. Good thing she's dead! I hope...
I silently and numbly pulled out the picture of "chompers.jpg" and stared at it, then back to the real thing. I threw up violently and vigorously again. They were fucking identical. My shlong was so deflated and flaccid. Jamal brought a shaky and turned off hand over Patty's cheek; before he collapsed by the side of the table due to all of the unarousalness and HYPER REALISM. I could hear him sobbingejaculating horrendously by her side, before he passed out beside me. I started to grope Jamal just for shits and giggles. After about 4547 minutes and 17.28472928 seconds of vigorous and furious groping, something caught my attention.
I could feel the presence of someone else coming into the room..but I already knew who the fuck it was... and I knew now there was nothing we could do about it. In case you couldn't figure it out, it's that fucking rat bastard Shrigis. Fuck man, what a fucking bitch. Fucking Spongies. I heard the doors slam shut, and the plankbig ofblack woodcock being placed over the door. I heard the sound of footstepsman meat slapping against man meat. I heard themthe sound inch closer and closer, until I could feel their presence behind me. I knew he was there, and I knew that he was masturbating furiously. In case you couldn't figure it out, it was that rat bastard Shrigis. Fuck man, what a fucking bitch. Fucking Spongies. I knew that there was no way out. I heard theirhis un arousing and smokerpedophile like voice speak very faintly behind me.
Then I decided to rubwax onemy outcarrot one last time. I grabbed the lube and the raccoon flesh light and went to town. It felt so fucking good. If only Jamal was awake to experience the erotic furry masturbation. That rat bastard Shrigis began to approach me. I knew well enough from here that I have should have just called the police from the fucking beginning. Fucking idiot. My fate was sealed but, I heard one more tiny sound that made me very horny, and my throbbing mass erect; before my vision faded away from me and my hands slip away from the table.
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