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Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn

This story, like Ellie-May, is taking on a life of its own. It is becoming
satirical as well, and as time goes by and events unfold, will expand its
scope to some interesting developments. For me this process is "experimental
theatre".

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

I hope this makes you as horny and intrigued as I have become writing it !


Day 0, The Road to Hong Kong, On the outskirts of Canton, Guangdong
Province, People’s Republic of China, 23h43

Ellie-May was in despair. It had taken some time for the dreadful reality of
what she had done to sink in. Every now and again she glanced at the driver,
but his eyes appeared to be fixed on the horizon. Despite her exertions, she
did not feel physically tired at all. But her mind was a morass of confusion
and trepidation. {What am I doing on the road to Hong Kong ? What am I
fleeing from ? Is it what I have become ? And what "exactly" is that ?}

She realised that she would have to see a doctor about what she referred
internally to herself as the "changes" within her. She was terrified of the
consequences. {What if they think I am mad, and lock me up ? What if I am
mad ? This seems so like a nightmare. I never knew I could behave like such
a slut. Luke must never know what has happened to me. My "body" feels real,
but it can’t be mine ! There is no way I could act like that !]

She thought back to her sexual history: her parents admonishing her not to
abuse herself, and the guilty, awkward, pleasure she experienced in doing
so. She remembered that she was very careful to scrub her hands furiously
afterwards in the bathroom with the wallpaper upon which sunflowers ran
riot.

She had never ever touched a boy’s "thing" while growing up, until the date
of her marriage. She had never ever done anything as disgusting as actually
taking that reddish-pink organ of lust into her mouth ! And here she was
taking a stranger’s privates into her butt ! Yet, she had felt, somehow, a
lust to do so. {No, that was my body. I have lost control of my body !} She
repeated this phrase like some sort of cleansing rosary.

It was as though her mind was segregated from the rest of her body, and her
body was operating upon some other code of morality or behaviour. She
worried about whether the doctors had a medicine for her "condition". For
certainly, her church and her neighbours would not tolerate such wanton
behaviour. She would have to be careful where she went, and to make sure
that she stayed as far away from other "decent" people until she had cured
her condition whatever it was. She just had to get the old reliable
Ellie-May back, she just had to !

{Its not that I despise sex, or think its disgusting. Its just that I have
never needed it as much as Luke. Thats understandable. Men have these lusts
they cannot control, and I have helped my husband control his lusts within
the proper form of christian marriage, as these things should be. Look, you
do enough to keep him from wandering. We both know that even this is limited
to me touching his private parts until they are hard enough to enter me. He
thrusts a bit and expends his seed in me, and then we go to sleep. None of
us would dream of doing perverted things like oral deviance, never mind anal
deviance. Luke, himself, told me that he did not want to see his wife behave
like a whore. If one has birth control, one doesn’t need such things. And of
course the lord’s purpose for such things is to bring children into his
world, which we have done so.]
For the first time she thought of her children and wept, but no tears
trickled down and to the outside viewer, and her there remained an
expression of placid contentment upon her unblemished visage.

The road block hove into view 500 metres in the distance, the red flag with
its gold stars flapping briskly in the midnight breeze. On either side of
the road, large army trucks were parked in a haphazard fashion, and soldiers
of the People’s Liberation Army milled around, their cigarette-ends glowing
red in the dark like a dozen red fireflies.  A single Klieg light shone its
countenance on the centre of the road, from where it stood next to a flimsy
wooden hut.

The road appeared clear as the Chinese soldiers appeared to ignore them. A
frisson of alarm went through Ellie-May’s body. {Communists ! What do I say
if they stop us ? I will just tell them that I am going back to a Canton
mission. There is no reason for them to stop us.} As they passed through the
canyon of army trucks, a thought passed through Ellie-May’s mind and was
transmitted to a soldier leaning against one of the trucks.

His head snapped up, and he started running towards the truck barreling down
the road, unslinging his AKM as he ran. In a matter of seconds a serried
rank of AKM’s were all pointing towards the truck, the sounds of the
movement of their cocking bolts clear in the midnight air. Ellie-May’s
driver brought the truck  to a screeching halt. It was soon surrounded by
gesticulating, red-faced soldiers, motioning them out of the trucks. [Who
are you ? Where are your papers ?] Ellie-May dropped her arms which had been
held over her head in view of the sea of weaving rifle barrels in front of
her face, and quickly fumbled for her passport. She handed it to the capped
soldier who appeared in charge.

He hefted his AKM, and quickly fumbled the pages of her US passport open
with his free hand. He looked at the photo and his head snapped up to look
with a stern glare into her frightened eyes. [You look nothing like this
photo, woman ! You are a spy ! Do you think I am stupid.] {No, I do not
think you are stupid ! I can explain ! Please let me explain !} The captain
roughly grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards the back of an army
truck. His soldiers leapt ahead and opened the tailgate. She was roughly
propelled into its cavernous interior, which smelt like old socks and thick
tobacco fumes. Two soldiers leapt in after her, as the army truck started
its engines. Numbly, Ellie-May sat mute. She grasped at its thick canvass
sides for support as the truck she was in lurched onto the road. Out of the
back of her jolting truck she could see her former conveyence  speed down
the road towards the lights of Canton on the road to Hong Kong.

The extractor fans whirled lazily in the concrete dank bunker where
Ellie-May was seated in front of a bare heavy wooden table. She did not know
where she was, having been blindfolded before she arrived. She remembered
being manhandled down interminally twisting flights of stairs to the room
where she now sat. She did not know how long she had been here, or what time
of day it was. She just sat and waited.
After an indeterminate time had gone by the heavy steel door grinded open
upon its flaking hinges, and two older army officers strode in. One wore the
uniform of a colonel of the PLA, the other wore the uniform of a general in
the airforce. Each one took a seat at the two wooden chairs in front of the
table, facing her.

For one long moment they stared at each other. The lazily whirling extractor
fans threw speckled light from the grilled lights onto the strange tableau
below. Ellie-May could feel a prickle of goosebumps beginning on the flesh
above her spine and along her arms. A bead of sweat started on her gentle
forehead and traced a liquid path down one slender cheek. {Phew ! It feels
hot in here !] For some reason their thoughts remained opaque to her as they
stared at each other. She raised one graceful arm to wipe her brow, and
noticed that beads of swear were also appearing on the wizened tea-coloured
faces of her captors.

The prickling increased throughout her body, and she felt an arousing
sensation akin to the smouldering coals of a red-hot furnace flaring into
flame begin to burn in her intimately soft centre. She squirmed with
embarrassment, as the prickling reached an unbearable peak, and then
crested, as a light sheen of amber oily sweat broke out across the entire
surface of her body with the sole exception of her scalp. She could taste
its oily sweetness on her lips and smell its gently encouraging fragrance.
Her eyes blew wide open in a paroxym of anxiety as her body re-exerted its
control on her behaviour. She hugged her shoulders and squirmed even
further, twisting back and forth in her chair. Her oily sweat dampening her
light dress into a sodden transparent body-hugging costume.

{Shit ! This can’t be happening now ! They’ll probably shoot me when they
have stopped laughing at me ! fuck, fuck, fuck !! STOP ! STOP ! STOP ! I can
’t bear this ! I can’t bear this anymore ! Please god, make it stop ! let me
wake up from this nightmare !}

Inwardly she heaved in despair and grief, outwardly her flat expression did
not change. The two officers were not laughing. Their eyes had glazed over,
their foreheads and upper-lips beaded with droplets of sweat, thick dark
stains appearing under their armpits oozing into the thick army-issue
jacckets. They were staring at the shining maiden in their midst, a
veritable Lady within the Lake of her own sweated oily liquid sheen, the
vapour roiling off her exquisite surfaces to be grabbed by the extractor
fans and sucked into the intricate air-conditioning system of the building.

It took them about 30 seconds to lose control.

To her ineffable horror, Ellie-May felt a coy smile play around her lips.
{Oh shit ! Here we go again ! Little Ellie-May from Georgia is going to
ingest Comrade Mao’s Little Red Cocks !} <You are not far off the mark, my
sweet.> Her arms and hands were trembling, and then they leapt forth, their
deus ex machina working against her will.
She shucked off her sodden dress, her perfect statuesque body with its
flawless shiny skin gleaming in the flickering light of the grilled
lightbulbs. The senior officers started fighting over her body, tearing at
the medalled "fruit salads" on each others chests and pulling at each others
lapels. The colonel had gotten the general in a headlock and was beginning
to pull tufts of his whitening hair out, when Ellie-May’s body started
taking charge of matters. {Now, now comrades, I thought y’all were like
socialists ! Ya know ? "All for one, and one for all." Hmmm, no thats the
Three Musketeers.} She thought, her finely-drawn eyebrows creased in look of
puzzled amusement, a tender hand  on both their cheeks.

They looked at her in amazement, gasping for air.

A look of delight played across her features. {I’ve got it !} she exulted
{The saying is from Marx, boys: "To each according to their needs, from each
according to their abilities".} Their jaws had dropped open and the colonel
had stopped tugging on the remaining patches of the general’s hair.

Ellie-May pertily hopped up on to the table, and leaned back on her elbows,
throwing back her mane of strawberry blonde hair and her head back laughing
with a husky throaty roar. Her nipples started popping to attention as they
expanded into their thick door-knob sized nubbins. Her legs inscribed a
delicate twin arc in the air and came to rest with her shapely soft pink
feet on the end of the table, her heels digging for a firm footing on its
rough edge.

She flexed her toes, and the thick pussy lips which stood out in bas-relief
in her liquid centre, the juice gleaming within their folds and valleys. She
grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust. {Well, boys ?} she cooed in her soft
mellifulous Savannah drawl {You got the need, I got the ability !}

The two soldiers heads hit each other’s with a wet smack as they collided in
the nexus between her shapely tapering thighs. They fell back on the floor
onto their asses, shaking their heads to get the ringing out of their ears.
Ellie-May sighed and shook her head. {+ I tell you, state socialists are so
greedy and authoritarian ! No wonder they screwed up ! +} This thought
passed through her mind, as she murmered. {Gentlemen, there is enough for
all. Colonel you come round by my head. General you can have my pussy. } As
she said this she licked her full lips with the supple tip of her tongue,
folded back, in a way impossible to replicate by any human. She could feel
the burning sensation in her liquid centre spread to her belly and chest, as
she began to climb to the starting gate.

The colonel scrambled over the table to position himself by her head, his
hard cock flapping across his thigh with his exertions.  The general had
wasted no time inserting himself in her humid grasping pussy, a blissful
smile on his face as his glazed expression took in the gentle terrain of her
body. She leaned her head backwards over the edge of the table, creating a
long narrow furrow down her "throat" for the colonel to plough. He shoved
himself in her mouth and was surprised to feel her flesh yield as his organ
disappeared down her oral cavern to its hilt. Surprisingly all he could feel
was soft/hard palette, but none of the ridges of gums or uvula. The cheeks
massaging his organ felt thicker and rubbier than thinner human cheeks he
was accustomed to, and imparted greater sensation to his organ. He felt no
teeth scraping against him, and his prick appeared to be resting upon an
inordinately thick rubbery tongue which abraded it while pressing it against
the "roof " of her mouth. All of a sudden the tongue appeared to disappear
down her throat, leaving her mouth entirely.

This left the firm soft/hard rubbery socket of her mouth, roof, floor and
cheeks to firmly stimulate his cock with relatively hard abrading pumping
and swirling movements. Every now and again thick round bumps would appear
to circle against his heated flesh, only to be replaced by hard ribbed
rippling bands, rippling up and down his rod, like rolling curtain rings.
These would be replaced by smooth sealskin soft/hard flesh which would
suckle him like a high-powered suction device. The head of his cock was
imbedded in a highly granulated crevice at the tight cul-de-sac at the end
of her throat where it received an pleasantly nerve-scraping massage; that,
in conjunction with the suckling massaging socket of her powerful mouth,
caused his prostate to swell to a painfully bloated mass of pure pleasure.
His pleasure was transmitted to her sensors and fed her delight. She was at
the starting gate of her orgasmic forced march, and had by now begun her
long alpine ascent to her first climax station on one of her
sensory-receptor lower plateaus. Her mind leapt for joy as her body surged
up its path of unparalleled sensory towards the ultimate nerve-crunching
sensation of her soul-shaking final orgasm.

Affected by her lingual attentions, his testicles began their long march
towards his pelvis, only to be tugged down by her pleasantly caressing hand.
This blocking maneuver prevented his early collapse into organic surrender
before she had extracted the maximum advantage she was seeking. He gazed
down on her voluptuous frontage, and saw that her nipples were leaking a
thick treacly substance. He bent over to engulf one thick rubbery teat
between his dry lips and its contents started squirting into his mouth. She
tasted of a sweetness akin to condensed milk.

Meanwhile at the other end of her landmass, the other her white-haired
province was attempting unification with its glorious motherland. It was as
though it was trying to get inside her ! The general was humping away
frenetically , his hands clutching the curvaceous terrain of her sides.
Looking down where he connected with her in a morass of pussy-juice stained
flesh and pubic hair, he noticed that the rim of her vaginal entrance had
tightened around the base of his cock, and every time he withdrew; her
vaginal barrel would stretch out of her pulling across his tender flesh,
holding on to his length like an elastically distended condom, and then at
the point to which he had pulled out, pull him back into her moist furnace.

The rim attached at the base of his cock alternatively tightened or rotated
or did both, while it engaged in a process of preventing his orgasm until
she was had fed off his sexual pleasure sufficiently to heat her own climb
to a rocketing bliss.

His pleasure resonated within her sensor processing core, in tandem, with
the resonation of the colonel’s pleasure in her mouth. These sensations in
conjunction with the extremely pleasurable sensations felt by the uniquely
exquisite sensitive flesh found only in the orifices of creatures of her
species, in this case, her mouth and pussy, pulled her up the slope of her
arousal to her first cum.

During this journey Ellie-May realised that her uniquely powerful, and
powerfully felt, sex(ns)ual and orgasmic pleasure was being built up by the
two way reflecting patterns of the pleasure felt by her sexual partners and
her own pleasure felt by her uniquely sensitive flesh, especially the
highly-tuned receptors paved across the entire surface of her orifices,
which she could see like some kind of carnal head-ups display in her
minds-eye. In one corner of her conciousness she could see a holographic
image of the organs moving in both orifices and the complex swirling
gyrations of her orifices as well.

These images were clear and she could see an intricate close-knitted web of
her points of active/passive stimulation as they caressed the captive flesh
of the male organs within their domain. This web was made of many layers,
some of which were carpeted with a multitude of sensors transmitting the
pleasure of their abrading and filling flesh on her perfectly sensitive
flesh, and others transmitting the pleasure felt within the bodies and minds
of her partners. Arcane symbols flashed off points in these convulsing
dancing webs, and menus scrolled by. All of these symbols and holgraphs were
transmitting information to the vessel of her body; which, somehow,
understood precisely what to do (even if she did not), and what maneuver to
weave, to create the ultimate sensual bliss possible in each carnal
encounter she partook in.

Her liquid squeals were muffled by the colonel’s inserted cock, but her
globular tits trembled and shook like blancmange puddings about to fall
over. Her nipples squirted jets of her milk into the colonels mouth, and
onto her belly and chest, in spurts in perfect synchronisation with the
oscillating waves of pleasure that moved up and down here frame and within
the barrels of her orifices. She could see the grid and web undulations in
the HUD in her conciousness.

Her gentlemen suitors get the full benefit of her clouds and rain condition,
as her pussy and mouth undulates in harder, more defined longer strokes
across their ensconced swollen flesh. She subsides to her first orgasmic
plateau, and girds her loins for the next station along her via orgasma.

This is not to underestimate the sensations experienced by her partners in
this enterprise of fornication. As the general’s cock penetrated her vaginal
barrel it met with a horizontally rotating, and vertically swirling muscular
tube of oily lubricated sealskin of unblemished smoothness. Now, and again
little granules of flesh would rise on the walls within her vaginal barrel
and finely abrade and graze his cock in patterns her onboard sensor array
had determined were the ultimate in pleasurable sensation for his cock with
its specific nerve-end network.

The same sensor network had determined the optimal stimulation for the
colonel’s cock as it traversed her mouth. As their pleasure cascaded
upwards, so did hers, and she began to moan again in soft breathy gasps of
delight and arousal, her joy reverberating telepathically in their minds.
None of the men bothered to wonder how this divine houri beneath them could
breathe or moan with her oral orifice sucking in an air-lock tightness
around the colonel’s cock !

Her tongue had returned to her mouth and engulfed the colonel’s organ in its
sleevelike softness. Now the stimulation on his cock was like a soft
cotton-puff bed of wet silk. He could feel her wet oily saliva flow down the
creases between his balls, and between his scrotum and pelvis. Her saliva
gathered in a pool behind his balls and on their under-surface where they
dripped, dripped, dripped to the floor like a session of chinese water
torture. At this point her cushioning lips were sucked around the base of
his organ like a voluptuous tourniquet, as the barrel pistoned and rotated
around his cock, the suctioning pressure pulling his prostate into full
bloom. Her second orgasm unfolded in her mind and body as the colonel’s
prostate swelled. But she wants to go higher, quicker, now. Her body is
greedy for more sensation.

To do this, she engages in one more cunning lure. Her upper lip stretches
down further to capture the underside of the colonel’s wrinkled tight
scrotum with its edge. Using this lip, she gently coaxes his balls entirely
into her mouth. Now, her lithe pneumatic lips are clasped in a tight
suction-cup rim against his pelvic surface and perineum. His entire cock and
balls are swallowed in her gently pulsating mouth, where his balls are
tenderly massaged by palette, cheek and lips.

Her upper lip sits on the edge of his anal crater, darting now and again to
sweep her oily saliva across its puckered surface. By now copious amounts of
saliva from all her tricks from the start have  trickled into the curled
valve of his anus, and she can feel her inflamed senses climbing again for
the summit.

With one svelte, finely crafted finger she spreads the lenitive of her
saliva into the furled crater, and "sweats" her body oil through the pad of
her finger to soak and soften the tight rim, as the nerve agent in the oil
and its treacherous slipperiness eases his bum-hole open. Her index finger
slides in easily, all the way, the sharp fingernail disappearing into her
finger. She turns it, once, twice, like a key in a lock, to open up his
surrendering sphincter muscle like an old age-encrusted creaking prison
door.
It gives easily and her finger twirls around merrily. His eyes have shut
wide open in surprise. She feels the surge in this pleasure throughout her
system. Her body crests into a string of hi-powered popping orgasms, as her
pleasure receptors sizzle with his sexual heat, his patterns of pleasure
cascading with the patterns of her pleasure felt in her pussy, mouth and
finger, and cascading together into a set of intensely felt climaxes for
her. Her body, already a few inches off the table due to her joyful
activity, arches into a golden body bridge as a rictus of vaulting orgasmic
incontinence ripples through her curving body.

The colonel begins wheezing in ecstacy as the sensations overtake him. She
can feel their combined pleasure heating her sensor array to melting point,
their points of sensation reception glowing white-hot throughout her body,
as every muscle goes taut. This is also caused by the additional stimulation
in, and of, her clit-cock has penetrated the general’s ass at the other end;
and is busy playing patta-cake with his prostate gland.

This has caused the general to freeze rigid in ineffable delight, his
pleasure patterns cascading with hers; and, in turn, with the combined
cascading patterns of her and the colonel’s pleasure. The veins are popping
out in the colonel’s forehead, his glazed eyes staring at some nirvana in
the distance, and then rolling up to show the whites of his eyes.

These lustful combinations and interrelating sensation patterns have caused
her pussy to overflow even more with the thick syrup of her quim-essence,
like bubbling spring, and has soaked the table, flooded  his pubic hair,
balls and perineum and started a slowly spreading puddle on the grey
concrete floor.

At this point in the proceedings, the general looks as though he is going to
slip backwards in a dead swoon, although this is impossible because her
powerful pussy muscles will keep him on her by means of his cock which
continues to remain engulfed in its torrid suctioning and stimulating
depths. To reassure him, as he begins to totter drunkenly, she brings her
beautiful legs up in an arc of heart-breaking tenderness, to embrace his
waist and pull him further into her. Their pelvises meet in in a resounding
"squelch". She tightens even further around his organ, and he feels his ears
"pop".

The soft rounded edges of her finely wrought kneecaps gleam in the light of
her dungeon’s flickering grilled lamps, as her soft snares continue to feed
on their captured prey’s sensual pleasure. The general bends over and starts
licking her breast milk which has stained her belly and chest area with dewy
white translucent drops.

But soon overcome by the continuing sensation flickering from his nether
region, the general’s upper body collapses on her belly as she brings one
softly-turned hand down, from where it is caressing the colonels, clenched
butt, to cradle the general’s fallen head, softly stroking its surface like
a madonna with child while her sexual organs stimulate his anal channel and
cock in a frenzy of lust. The calm serenity of her countenance and the
tender quiet tableau on her surface belies the carnal tempest she is
churning in his pleasure centres below.

She can feel his drool spilling from his slack jaw onto the flat plain of
her stomach.

His eyes remain wide open.

Meanwhile she has managed to work three fingers into the colonels anus. His
virgin anus has dilated to a degree which enables ready entrance.

{Thankfully, his lower colon is free of any human waste.} His body shudders
as her flexing thumb slides in and he sinks down on her, up to her delicate
wrist. The sensation storm within him/her cascades higher. She cums again,
and breathlessly heaves herself onto yet another higher orgasmic plateau.

Her hand "sweats" copiously, allowing his rectum to widen sufficiently to
enable her to open her fist within him without doing damage or causing pain.
Her fingertips brush against his bloated prostate, and he squeals with
unrequited delight. This pleasure pulsation within him jerks her to yet
another trembling convulsive orgasm, before she had even recovered from the
last one. The sensation of this one, leaves her trembling in an erotic
palsy.

They are both so swollen hard inside her pussy and mouth, that they are able
to feel every millimetre of their nerve ends, their cocks hypertrophied to
the point at which they resemble Russian sausages about to burst their
skins. The colonel is humping up and down on her hand trying to press more
of her into him. His cock is leaking a steady trickle of fluid down her
throat.

She does not feel her feeder tubes push their way down the urethras of her
gentlemen. Nor does she feel them deposit their load in the depths of each
one’s body. She pushes the heel of her engulfed hand against the colonel’s
prostate. He rises on his toes, his eyes tightly shut, his face twisted into
a grimace of sublime joy.

Another heavenly jolt passes through her system, causing her clit-cock to
swell involuntary. The general’s head flickers in movement on her belly as
he feels the increased pressure on his prostate and his cock levitates
inside her rock hard clenching quim, dragging her pussy a little higher in
its reflex reaction. This pleasure volt echoes, again, within her popping
off another smaller but more grittingly intense internal cum sensation,
which causes her hand to tremble and shake within its rectal glove, inside
the colonel. Sensations see-saw back and forth within and between the
participants whirling them higher and higher in a vortex of intense pleasure
sensation.

Her fingers curl over until she is grasping his gland like a soft fruit.
Sensory enhancing narcotics now flow down the feeder tubes and out of her
nipples and engulfed hand. They flow into the general down the feeder tube
in him, through the walls of her pussy, and through the surface of her
clit-cock imbedded in his ass. These narcotics act in a non-harmful way to
increase the sensitivity of all pleasure areas in the body even further, and
cause bright exploding colourful and warm hallucinations. A warm woozy
sensation of intense comfort floods through the body of both soldiers.

Gently squeezing and compressing both prostates, she lets them explode in
her mouth and pussy, as the feeder tubes withdraw. Their prostates deflate
as their orgasms are felt in every crevice and patch on their bodies. Their
shrieks of unparalleled tumescent joy echo and bounce off the dank walls of
the underground bunker as they surrender their forces to a higher power; and
a better armed and far more cunning strategist.  Their work complete, the
HUD displays in her mind fold down, and explode in a blur of sensation, as
she crests to her final, ultimate orgasm, her entire body convulsing around
the flesh at each end of her like a fish gasping for breathe. Her crescendo
lifts her body clear off the table as she swirls and tugs on the organs at
both ends of her, as they jerk and heave within her orifices.

They are overrun. They decant the contents of their prostates and testicles
into the ensnaring folds of her humid orifices.

She continues to squeeze their glands gently, while suckling their organs
tenderly in her twin rapacious maws, to ensure complete deflation and the
mopping up of all "enemy" seed.  With a suctioning "POP" her lips release
the colonel’s cock and balls, and he falls back into her formerly occupied
chair utterly drained. The general continues to rest his head on her
stomach, his pussy juice-saturated soft-hard cock still inside her.

She runs her fingers gently  through the short strands of hair on his head,
and begins humming "Onward Christian Soldiers" to herself, her eyes staring
at the ceiling, a enormous sweetly curving grin on her face.

At this point in the evening's proceedings, the dungeon door fell off its
hinges. To her awe-struck eyes it then seemed as though an entire division
of crazed PLA soldiers poured through the doorway, fighting to reach her.




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