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Loki is already so similar, I think he would have loved having Hela as a roll model Pirate Babylock and Redbeawd. Babylock and the Hedgehog. Bored Babylock on your Dash. We did an art trade and this was my half. Be sure to go visit them and see the amazing work that is there half. Its my new icon! So cute! Thank you dlgifted!! Icon I did for an art trade with dlgifted!! Astolfo from Fate Grand Order with his panties wedgied up holding his skirt up generic schoolgirl outfit and looking back angry.
Keep reading. Such a hard question, because all animals are fun! That thought slides through your mind as a pothole takes your tire out. You lived in rural country, roads here and there but poorly maintained, a street lamp maybe every 2 miles, maybe four.
It was a long walk home, but it was late at night, were talking am in the morning. Your best option was to just camp out in the car for the night. Everyone, friends, family, was asleep and you could stand to just sleep in your car for ONE night.
You had no one waiting for you at home. No work, it was Friday. So nothing to really worry about. You glance at the hazard lights on your car before flicking them on. You turn your car on accessory, and listen to some tunes on your iPod. You take up the opportunity to stargaze, calmed and soothed by the sounds of crickets, but also silence. It smelled nice too, cold desert. You pull out a cig, flick your lighter and take a drag. It was a nice night. In the distance you see headlights, you watch them as they come further towards you, and you begin to make out the shape of a cute little sedan.
They pull over, then get out of the car. A gentleman of a heavier set is the driver, wearing a work shirt with a fancy embroidered patch for his name. I was actually just hoping to get a ride into town? My wife drives with the same set of tires. The trunk? You push aside the misc items in his trunk and try to pull up the carpet. All you saw for a quarter of a second before you were out was a vibration, and black, accompanied by a sharp pain at the back of your head.
A strip also covering your mouth. You bounced as he hit bumps in the road. The car is slowing down comfortably. He had reached whatever his destination was. You brace yourself for the worst. The car shuts off, the door opens, closes, then the shuffling of keys is next before finally the pop of the trunk spills cold but relievingly breathable air into your face.
You next see your captor looking more…. Polished than he had before. Maybe it was the baseball esque work cap. A lone house in the middle of nowhere, trash littered across the yard. He enters the house, and drops you into the floor, you try and sit up, and you succeed. You look for anything that could be of your aid, but everything is just out of reach. He smiles when he sees you, and cartoonishly hunches, then rubs his palms together.
Every sick consonant out of his mouth bled into your ears, down into your heart, it was oozing with discomfort, disgust, and violation.. He gets up, and grabs a pair of scissors he had rested in the pony wall. He comes back to you, and a simultaneous glimmer of hope but sharp pang of fear dart through you. He cuts the duct tap at your ankles, but then holds then together with his own two hands. You struggle and try to kick him, yet do no good. Hes much stronger than you, and you quickly feel the bottom of your feet and your toes meet with the back of his slick slimy throat.
You whine and start up the crying now. You whine and drag your head against the side of the floor, some tears rolling and wiping against it. The gross sounds of his mouth enveloping your legs further, his stomach growling needily, it was nothing but true to the word awful at the words core.
Was this really how it was going to end? He pats the floor to grab the scissors again, and your past your waist into his mouth now. He grabs your arms, then snips the duct tape binding your wrists. You see an opportunity. You beat at his face and try to push yourself out of his mouth but you manage nothing. He grabs your free wrist, and holds them behind your back once more using only one hand, the other he used to push you further into his wanting mouth.
He pets you, before letting go of your arms again. Instinctively you grab at his face, trying to wriggle out of his mouth but you only manage to slide in deeper. He rips the duct tape from off of your mouth, and immediately you scream, but he does not stop you. As a matter of fact, his lips looked like they were trying to curl in a smile.. You try different methods in your struggling to escape his mouth that you were now almost up to your collar in. It was panic mode time and you were trying everything you could not to slip all the way into his mouth.
Your screaming, your shouting, delayed your descent for a short time. But only for a short time. He huffs, and then finally puts his hands at your upper arms, pushing you further into his mouth, then he uses your head, and things are starting to get dark now.
Get out of his humid and awful and disgusting belly. He was enjoying this. Despite this you keep trying your hardest to break his stomach and get out, but your muscles are quickly getting tired and the thick air is taking its toll on you. You slow down. Them you stop. This blog did not and will not send requests for bitcoin donations. Got dozens of these and sorry if you got a spam from me! Babylock is starting to piss off Mycroft, he had to call Mommy! Be gone 18 and under! Part 2. For day theartofmissd!
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