He grins and slaps me again, only this time it was a lot harder and as I screamed out he rips off my panties and spins me around so I am facing him. H... smells my panties, pulls the tape off of my mouth and stuffs the panties in. My skirt is pushed up around my waist and he steps back to stare at me. I can see the outline of his cock in his pants and he is rock hard. The sight of that mixed with the pain makes me drip. he walks back towards me and pushes my shirt up over my face so I cant see.. I wouldn't miss one testicle, as I would still be producing testosterone from the other. Vicky's jaw dropped at the simplicity of Steve's idea. "Good God! Why didn't we think of this before?" "We weren't desperate for a baby before." "Do you think it could be done?" By way of an answer, Steve carefully pulled up his shirt and peeled down his pants. Carefully he spread his pubic hair until Vicky noticed a strange littlestripe of light tawny hair. "What's that?" "It's. The termite girl had gone numb. That happened sometimes after hours of torture. It wasn’t hungry so it just opened the termite’s jugular and let the blood run. ‘It’s over now,’ said Death to the girl, his voice as gentle as ever, and softly caressed her cheek. It turned from them, disinterested in that which was no more. It had enjoyed itself. It always took great pleasure in torturing pretty girls. The leaves above rustled between it and the black sky. The glimpses of black reminded it of its. The tunnel past the stairway wasn’t there anymore, blocked off by a giant wall of tattered and cracked concrete instead. That wasn’t supposed to be there either.“Down ... here ... Jack,” the voice said, mixed in with the howls and shrieks.Yeah, if there was one way he was going to die, it was right down this stairway. A clown was going to jump out at any moment, and rip the soul right out of his fucking body. The fuck kind of vampire was scared of the things in the dark? He fucking was.Again,.