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Guppy Parsh · (08-02-2017)

~Act I~

[During Savage: 7/29/17: Parsh Manor]

"Seanfred! I'm home!" Betsy enters carrying a bunch of bags from various stores. "I didn't get raped."

No one answers. Not even the mannequins. Betsy finds a note on the dinning room table.

"Hey, it's me, your brother with benefits. I wish I could be there to fuck you, but it turns out being the live-in butler for a known psychopath was actually a bad idea. He tried to kill me all because I tried to have consensual relations with his tag partner. I guess he's jealous that I'm more handsome and have a bigger dick.

Anyway, I have to go into hiding because I don't want to die. If you stay there Batman will lie to you. He'll show you a promo he had edited to make it look like I'm an evil rapist who hates

people. Please leave before he gets a chance to corrupt you.

Someday I'll be safe enough to tell you where I am, but until then you can fuck random guys I suppose. I'll be doing the same. I already miss your asshole, your smile, and your tongue in my asshole. I wish I tasted your armpits one last time before having to leave you for so long.

I love you. Stay safe,
Sean

PS: I stole a DVD, I can't wait to Stolen DVD and chill with you."

Betsy wipes a tear from her eye, and enters the butler's quarters to find it completely ransacked with the bookcase broken in half, and pieces of a wooden chair strewn randomly about. She gathers her personal belongings and leaves Parsh Manor, and probably goes looking for random guys to fuck. You gotta scratch your fuckhole somehow.

"I'll need to find a big hard one!" she thinks. Alright, that's enough of this chick.

~Act II~

[Drew's Apartment: The Present]

Drew looks down at his watch, "In what fucking world does 'soon' mean in a week. This

guy better show up on time. I had to get a full-time job to get Batman off my back. Free time isn't money!"

The clock strikes nine forty-eight and the door swings open just in time. A man wearing clothes walks through the door frame. Use your imagination.

"Sean?" Drew is shocked, "You were

this whole time?" he folds his arms when he realizes what this means. "I wasn't being reversed catfished..."

"Don't pout, I'm not

. They are just running late."

"Then there's still hope for me. Wait, weren't you on a secret mission? What are you doing here?"

"Well...it's not a secret anymore. I've been found out."

"By who?"

"The Bat...he knows the Facebook page wasn't satirical. He tried to kill me because I tried to rape Scull-Scully's estranged wife. I definitely tried to rape a woman."

"Scully's wife is a hot

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[color=#FFD700]"N-Yes."

"Of course she is, if she wasn't that'd be completely fucked. You wouldn't stoop that low."

"No way. I only rape hot female

, raping anyone else is

]

[color=#32CD32]"That's good to hear, so do you want to watch the promo back and see where you fucked it up? If we do that maybe we could learn from it and make a better plan with your mistakes in mind."

"Um...no we can't do that because...you don't have time for it? You're so busy with your cover job, right?"

"Right, I'm too busy...Wait, if you got caught by the Bat...then he's coming to kill us right?"

"No, he still thinks you live with your mom."

"Then he'd ask my mom where I moved to, wouldn't he?"

"Fuck, do we have to kill your mom? She's not

! This is bad."

"Crap, I knew at some point we'd have to kill non-

to cover our tracks, but I didn't think it'd be this soon!"

"You know...since we're killing her anyway...maybe I coul-"

"No! You can't rape my mom!" Drew squirts Sean with water from a turkey baster, "Bad Sean!'

"Why not? Killing hot chicks is dumb unless you rape them first!" Sean imagines her big tits in his hands.

"No, stop squeezing the air and help me think of a way out of this."

Sean brainstorms a little, "Maybe instead of raping and killing your mom....um I ask for consent first, fuck her, and then I kill her. That way everyone wins!"

"What if she says no? Are you going to fuck her anyway?"

"Well yeah, of course."

"That plan is barely any different, Sean. How about this, we just kidnap her until after Batman checks my mom's looking for me, and then when he leaves we let her go after we search the place for cameras and microphones."

"Okay, but before we kidnap her I'll see if she's down for my beautiful boner of a cock. I'll stick it right in her asshole. She'll call me daddy, the kid I put in her will call me daddy and you'll call me daddy too."

"If you put something in my mom it's just as likely it'll end up

as putting a baby in a cousin, since she is so old. Make sure she aborts it. What am I saying? Can we talk about anything else?"

"Um okay. Do you think I have a chance at sodomizing my mom too?"

"Shut up, Sean."

"Whatever, you wait here for

, and I'll go proposition your mom, depending on her answer I'll tap that, and then I'll kidnap her."

"If she says no and you fuck her anyway, I'll be really mad."

"Dude, I'd never rape your mom," unless they were killing her anyway, "I treasure your friendship."

Drew points to his heart and Sean points to his before he leaves. Drew looks at his watch again. Still no sign of

, maybe he chickened out again.

Then the door squeaks open.

~Act III~

[April 9th, 2017]

"Happy anniversary of the night Team

won the XWF Tag Team Championships!" she said, after raising her glass while seated in the sitting area of their abode.

CLINK!

"I can't wait for our yearly tradition,"

"About that, is it really a yearly tradition if we've only done it one other time?" said the honorable Herman F. Kooman.

"We're making it a tradition by doing it again for the second year in a row."

Kooman sipped some liquid from his wine glass, distantly. "Are we?"

"It'd be wrong not to."

"Look, I didn't tell you, but I couldn't bring myself to book them again."

She said nothing, she just looked Herman dead in the face and dropped her glass without breaking eye contact.

GLASS SHATTERS!

"Clean that up."

Herman F. Kooman got down on his hands and knees and started licking the wine from the floor.

"Why didn't you book them? Happy wife equals happy life. I thought you knew better than this."

Herman swallowed the wine. "I thought you'd understand. With that man in the white house I can't hire two

boys to fuck you. It just doesn't seem right. He insulted a

reporter!"

She didn't say anything in response, so Herman tried to look up at her only to receive a palm straight to his face.

"That's most

shit I've ever heard. I guess you only need to find one

now. I'll settle for your

self. What the fuck does some Donald Trump bullshit from months ago have to do with our sacred tradition? That guy shits on everyone who asks him a stupid question; that

wasn't special. Way to go Herman, you've joined the 'concerned mothers exploiting a

who didn't give a fuck about Trump poking fun at his dumb question club'.

So let me get this straight, you were so worried about your fucking feelings about the president that you decided to deny two cute little

an employment opportunity? Why didn't you just donate to the

Society of America or something? Give instead of take. Not that you'd know anything about that. Take off your pants. Let me see that

dick."

Herman started to undo his pants but he stopped. "I can't I don't deserve to have my dick seen by you."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a

and it's small."

She smiled at that then stomped on his balls.

"Find me a Scully, Maverick, after I'm done fucking the one with potential, I'll assfuck the shit out of the one who went on to mean nothing," she then pointed to the replica XWF Xtreme championship sitting on a shelf next to several dildos, "I mean that literally. I'll have you shitting all over that, title shitting

. You fucking deserve it for letting Donald Trump get in the way of me cucking you with two

."

"I got three Asian men for you! Please, just fuck them. I don't deserve to feel Mr. Thick in my asshole. He is too good for my asshole."

"Asians are the opposite of

! I only cuck you with Asians on the anniversary of NeoNero winning the European title! I had 4 a little over a week ago! March 31st is the day men with slanted eyes give me a slanted asshole! Not today!"

"I don't know what to tell you. This tradition won't happen tonight and it won't happen next year either. I'm not comfortable with it"

His wife grabbed her strap-on and strapped it to herself. "Fine if you're so concerned with your goddamn comfort, then I'll fuck you first, and once you're done bleeding and shitting you can get me a better

once you're comfortable."

"I don't consent."

"The fuck did you just say to me?" She asked as she dick slapped him across the face. "Put your mouth on the fucking shaft,

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[color=#FF4500]"No!"

She grabbed him by the throat. She tried to pull his mouth open, but before she knew what hit her she found herself on the ground.

"Hey! He doesn't consent lady! I think you knew that!"

"Batman!?" whispered the Asians standing outside.

"What's consent between two adults?" she asked, immediately met with a chainsaw held to her throat.

"What's consent between two adults?" apparently it beared repeating, "Everything."

Herman stood up, "Thanks for saving me sir; I could have been raped by my wife, who I, like Chris Chaos, let fuck other dudes as long as I can watch."

"Call me Batman. It's my job. Too much information. Close your eyes. Unless you want to watch me kill her, then you can keep them open."

"Batman doesn't kill!?"

"Bruce Wayne doesn't kill. Guppy Parsh kills rapists. Even in the extremely rare event that they have a vagina."

VROOOM!

"Wait! I already paid three Asian guys to have sex with with her. No refunds. Can I watch her one more time before you do this?"

"That is extremely unusual."

"I'm a great and powerful man, Batman, I'll owe you a favor."

Guppy nodded and looked down at the female rapist. "Do you consent to this?"

She sighed, "I guess it's better than nothing..."

Herman F. Kooman ushered three Asian men inside and they had their way with his wife. Guppy asked for them to come and get him when they finished. The chinks banged the holes with their penises and her husband was elated.

Once the slant eyed ching chongs were spent, Guppy returned, revved his chainsaw, and cut the cum coated rapist's arms off. She bled out and died. Batman smiled.

She came home that night wanting to make two

very happy. It seems like she succeeded.

Herman F. Kooman silently mourned his rapey wife, then handed Guppy a card. It read 'One Free Favor Courtesy of Herman F. Kooman', he pocketed it.

"Thanks again Batman. Don't spend it all in one place."

"How do I do that? Is there a way to ask for a half favor?"

"Right, no. Spend it all in one place then."

"Okay, sure." Batman shook his head and called it a night. When he got home he considered taking a bath with his toaster, but somehow found the will to go on. "The option is always there. It will always be there. Why today? Maybe I'll do it tomorrow," he told himself.

Batman thought of her dying gasps as he drifted off to sleep that night.

Guppy fin.

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