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Halloween PartyMax Hero walked into the party, quickly scanning the room. He had gotten an invitation, but he didn’t know any of these people. Was it some sort of villainous trap? An ingenious scheme to capture and torture him?! He couldn’t trust anyone. He adjusted the mask to his Batman costume, maybe no one would recognize him.Halloween Party by jacob110110
“Taco Bell. Balloons that appear to be filled with some sort of poisonous gas. Alcohol. Probably toxic. Videogames. Faint smell of… Something awful,” Max began speaking into his tape recorder, “Two party guests appear to be having some sort of seizure. Maybe I can save them.”
Max began making his way toward Many and Chrissy. Something about them seemed familiar. Intense déjà vu. Almost as if… He had met them in a past life. Or maybe some other universe. Odd. “Are you… Are you two okay?” Max asked the “dancing” pair, shaking off the strange feeling.
“Check out Bat-fox” Many sa
Cindy Gets Even Part 2cindy Gets Even Part 2Cindy Gets Even Part 2 by gary2112
***More forced facesitting, farting, humilation...a bit of peeing, buttcrush and lots of female domination. if you don't like, please don't read!***
Cindy returned home from a rough day at the office. After her run in with Irene two weeks ago things had turned around somewhat for her. Credit for the work she had done was coming her way, and a promotion seemed to be right around the corner. However for the last two days she had received some disturbing phone calls at her desk. Apparently Irene's husband didn't like what had transpired, because he was calling and making threatening remarks, breathing heavily and generally being a jerk. Even though Irene wouldn't directly cause problems anymore, it seemed she was indirectly causing them through her useless husband. To make matters worse, no one would take the complaints seriously when they found out where the calls were coming from. No one after all wanted trouble with the boss…and that was Irene's father.
Hey there. Name's Jake. I write fetish stories and whatnot, as you can see. I'm not much of an artist, so this is basically all I do |
Favourite genre of music: Pop punk, alternative
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
Shell of choice: Nautilus *nods*