Zote: Not to worry… the ASS BANDIT shows up in my Epilogue — But first — My Cold Open Hundo…
“Okay… Group. Who would like to go first?”
“SIMON!”
A two-foot-tall Devil-Demon scampers in. He rams his horned head between Bill’s thighs, before tearing and shredding his genitals completely off with his sharp teeth. Spitting the scrotum scraps onto Bill’s shocked face, causing him to throw up before collapsing.
Turning to the Counselor, the Demon does a quick head bob, asking, “How you doing?”
“Not happening, Simon.”
“When you’re ready for some Hot and Steaming Demon-Semen, you know where to find me.”
Zepilogue: Zorry, this may get long. If you only had time for a 100 words, feel free to bail out. But if you need to learn more about the ASS BANDIT’S after life… Read On…
“Okay… Group. Who would like to go next?”
“I will.”
“Good. Now, you can complain, and I’ll call Simon back, or you can tell us your name and why you’re here.”
“I’ll do that second one. Hi! I’m the Ass Bandit, and I’m here today because I dropped my ass.”
“I’m here for the exact same reason!”
“Peter! It’s not polite to interrupt.”
“But, I’m trying to make him feel better… knowing he’s not alone.”
“Your death is very different from his.”
“He said he dropped his ass, and so did I!”
“Peter! You died from excessive self-Dutch-Ovening.”
“Which really shouldn’t put me in the category of Sexual Deviant.”
“Were you masturbating as you died?”
“Of course I… ok… think I got it now. I’ll be quiet.”
“Ass Bandit, would you like to tell us more?”
“Nope… I’m good.”
“Should I call Simon back?”
“I stole a 20 pound silicone ass from an adult toystore have been on the run hiding from the Police who finally caught up and surrounded me as I was hiding in my Mom’s attic and fucking my Luscious up her tight tight ass filling her with cum upon cum and when I tried to run I slipped dropping my ass and falling to the ground breaking both legs and dying! Now my Luscious is locked up, scared, and alone in an evidence locker somewhere!”
Showing him the live surveillance camera of the evidence locker, where all the Police, Detectives, and Janitor are taking turns with his silicone ass, the counselor comments:
“Good News! She’s not alone!”
The Ass Bandit crumples down onto the floor, before bawling and weeping uncontrollably. She unmutes the sound on her pad.
{SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “That’s right! Take it all Bitch!”}
“How does that make you feel… Ass Bandit?”
“HORRIBLE! IT MAKES ME FEEL HORRIBLE!”
“Good! Let me smart view it to the wall-sized screen with the surround sound.”
Peter details, “This is just the beginning Mr. Bandit. These group sessions repeat every day for eternity, so you get to bear you soul in front of new people each time. Plus, they’ll be publishing your story up top, so all your friends, family, and co-workers know exactly how you died. Oh… almost forgot… the over-billing for each session will be the knife to your heart.”
If you were disgusted by this whole thing, I’m sorry. It’s Hell. It wasn’t gonna be pretty.
If you are as weird as I am and enjoyed this, I have good news… It’s continued below:
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