Horny Little Devil

(Or: Final Judgment for a Womanizer)

Written by Ye Olde Scribe

Her husband just shot me with both barrels.

Where am I?

Hmmm… that feels good.

Come on baby. Oh, yeah! Harder. Faster. You’re my bitch. Straddle me and ride me; your stallion. Oh, yeah, bring up the lights. I want to see my conquest. I’m in heaven! I’m in heaven! Wait, what’s that smell? Tusks? TUSKS??? Oh, God, get that filthy boar-woman-thing off me. OH GOD, NO.

I need good bath after that. Now that feels good. Suck some of the slime off, please. Dare I look?



Some kind of snake creature with a big mouth filled with sharp teeth. NO, DON’T BITE DOWN. Let go! Let go! Let go!

When you get sent to Hell, be careful what you imagine, be careful what you desire. You may get just what you want for an eternity.

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Ye Olde Scribe
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