1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER FOUR


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I remember Molly too. What happened to her? Where is she?” he demanded of her. “Living with my mother…right across from the damn park, asshole. Now either gimme’ my guy back or shoot me you little prick!” She stood up, a bl**dy knot rising on the side of her face. “Why do you give a shit?” “I love her,” he said plain as day and dropped the gun on the floor. In the blink of an eye he was out the front door and running down the street toward the park. “My, my…guess it’s just you and me again,” Wendy chided Tiffany as she picked up the pistol and knelt down beside her. “Ooooo…look at this big, round belly. Who’s is this I wonder? Loverboy there? Looks like he done run off and left you high and dry, s****r.” As Tiffany lay there she realized why her sexual relationship with Franklin had gone so stale after that first day. He wanted the fucking little fat runt! All that time, he’d been dreaming about her fat fucking bubble titted cunt! It infuriated her to the point of screaming. And now he’d just run out and left her at the mercy of this gun toting psychopath. “Is your pussy wet now, bitch?” Wendy asked as she reached and yanked the top of Tiffany’s jogging pants down. “No panties? Skank!” With a diabolical glare, she shoved the barrel of the pistol up into Tiffany’s vagina and began fucking her with it. “Oh yeah…you like that, don’t you slut? You know how many dyke fucking bitches I’ve had to tolerate in the last year? How many beatings? All because I sat down by you in the ...
    park one day.” “You…fucked…in front…of your daughter,” Tiffany hissed through a haze of pain emanating from her wounded legs. “You…did that…before…not…my fault!” “FUCK YOU!” Wendy backed up and banged into the open door, the gun still smoking. She looked back at the body on the floor in front of her and puked all over herself. What had she just done? She was up for early release in two months…and then the jailors had just opened the gates and let them all out a few hours earlier. On her way here, she’d happened upon the pistol…littering the corpse of a dead cop lying in the street. Now she’d murdered someone. Not just someone but a pregnant woman…a woman she’d once taken for lover. She retched again and then put the gun in her own mouth and squeezed the trigger. Far down the street, Franklin was running and ever from his distance, he heard both of the fatal shots. He didn’t care though because he’d found Molly at long last. He knocked on the door and screamed, “Molly!?” for the sixth time. One of the houses had to be the right one. To his surprise this time the door opened and an older woman in her late fifties stood there with a butcher knife in her hand looking quite menacing with it. “I’m looking for Molly. Does she live here?” “Who the fuck are you?” the old woman demanded to know. “I love her,” he said and pushed past the woman oblivious to the heinous looking blade she wielded. Inside the small house, he saw a crib and was astonished to see a small baby inside who’s eyes ...
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