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This story is possibly the craziest we have written since our Ranma Story entitled Crazy Love. It makes absolutely no sense what so ever and it had absolutely no beta relevance whatsoever. In fact, not only is this story riddled with spelling errors, it is poorly format and the title is wrong. So undoubtedly in contrast to the other stories, we have written, this one will feature significant reviews. The characters have been taken from the television series Sabrina the Teenage Witch! You will find Maya Gallow, Nina Van Horne, Eliot De Moreau, Dennis Finch and the sinister Kevin accompanied by Jack Gallow founder of Blush Magazine. Enjoy!
December 13 1985
Location Stanford no Columbia, well one of the Ivy League Pools. We, that is to say I (Anna) know Heather that it's schools, I (Anna) am just being crazy. I love you twitchy Butt (this is Heather talking), I (Anna) love you to hot tits. Yes, we are being disgusting but it's our story so as in the Teen Titans episode tiny weird creatures who worshipped Raven say "Disgusting!...Shut up!"
"Now toy, on the bed!" snapped the Mistress, known as Linda. Maya, under the slave name toy obediently climbed unto the bed. "Shake that slut ass, brainless toy!" yelled the Mistress, known as Linda, smacking toy's ass with a crop. toy obediently shook her ass for the Mistress, known as Linda, who whacked her rear with the crop repeatedly. "Enough, arms out! NOW!" roared the Mistress, known as Linda. toy hastened to obey and the Mistress, known as Linda tied her in a strange position. Well not really since everyone in our stories recently is tied that what so that spanking and butt tickling is easier. With her thighs tied separately to her belly and her ankles tied secured to the bedposts and her arms out; toy looked like waiting for a spanking tied in the air. "Laugh, you slutty toy!" bellowed the Mistress, known as Linda as she ran a feather duster that appeared out of nowhere.... well it's a dominatrix story, who cares where she got it. Okay there's a box in the room we wanted to surprise you all with... Are you people happy now? Geez, talk about ruining momentum!
Well anyway, now you guys are done ruining.... oh come on.... don't stop reading! The tickling part is coming up, oh!!! This is just like our Evangelion Story, best story we ever wrote and no-one replied!!!! Well except for 13 people, but other than them!!!!!! Okay so we have no point, but come on! Keep reading. Come on!!!! We will post dirty pictures!!!! Good! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" and so on and so forth, man don't you hate it when we just write miles of HAHAs just to compound the fact she's getting tickled, I (Anna) mean come on! Yes I (Heather) agree! Sex is so great between us! Anna! I (Anna) love you Heather! Love you too Anna (but you're still getting a spanking!)! Oh! (Yippee!). Maya's laughter engulfed (how many times do we use the term engulfed in our story really! Yes it engulfed the room! Come on, people just deal with it! We're not getting paid for our efforts you know!). The Mistress, known as Linda, swished the feather duster up and down her buttocks enjoying Maya's reactions. To see Maya in such discomfort brought lust into her mind, body and soul. (Dramatic much!).
UP and down, left to right, diagonally and in a circle, the Mistress, known as Linda was determined to cause as much hysteria from Maya as her young bottom would allow. The feathers of the duster would allow Maya no mercy, no pity, it would keep sweeping regardless of its impact. Maya's mind reeled, her knowledge that the Mistress, known as Linda would not stop until toy's bladder gave way then she could expect plaguarising from flapper party. (Hey, why can't we be inspired? That's what Fox calls it when they steal from Netherland's programming or ugh... Canada!) (Canada isn't so bad, the people are friendly... just obese! Except for Celine Dion!) The Mistress, known as Linda continued her assault on toy's behind determined that the writers of this story should continue to focus on one of their favorite areas before moving on to an area which is less sexually exploitive. And use as many terms as they can for the word anus. toy was finding all this beyond her ability to withstand. The Mistress, known as Linda had been working on her bum for 15 minutes. Her laughter had continued unabated without any chance of reprieve . The movement of that blasted featherduster was soon accompanied by a mate.
The writers that it us, are determined to being as repulsive, pornographic as humanly or alienly as is the case with us or extra terrestially, so most of this story will focus on the anus, vulva and breasts because well we're perverts! But then anyone still reading is, and that's cool! Soon the featherduster and its mate running across toy's cheeks and toy begun to perspire. The continuous dance over her rear, the torture of her heiney (see how desperately they try to think of new words for anus), the torment of her caboose, the suffering of her bottom (And for terms for suffering!) brought toy to the edge of reason (She's letting someone tie her up and tickle her ass, as if she all there anyway!). She fought as the need for release of bladder grew and grew (Well of course!). But the battle seemed to be a fruitless one as the Mistress, known as Linda relentless marched those feathers across her bum (okay they are out of words, let's see if we use which terms the most!), the ability to withhold urination "grew exceedingly difficult!" (Lifted from the Simpsons' Who shot MR Burns Part 2, fantastic quote!)
toy tried to focus on anything but her rump (a new term!)'s unbearable torment (try ordeal you two (that is to say us)), but it the laughter it seemed would not be the only thing coming out of a hole on her physical form. The urine finally flowed and the Mistress, known as Linda screamed in rage (how many words are there for speaking loudly and how many will we declare, state, exclaim, write, pencil down?). "You bitchy, whiny little ****! YOu brainless f****** (eh... we know that term brainiacs! It's f******!) pussy! I'm going teach you, you sluttly little whore bitch to pee on this bed! I'm gonna tickle your fucking brains out!" (Yeah, that'll keep the bed clean!)
So the ordeal (copycats!) continued for toy as her bikini line was tested for ticklishness and was proven to be so (how convenient!). Soon paintbrushes (how original, paintbrushes, featherdusters, toothbrushes, q-tips, hairbrushes, yawn! Try something original like a twig which was in a recently reposted tale or rather an inappropriate Simspons story on theatre! Try ropes for soles or even the cliched backstratchers, enough with the same old schtick!) (Still at least this story isn't about animated characters again!!!!). toy burst into demented laughter as another of her genitals was subjected to mindlessly punishment (hey, that's our line! We are so get that git's job from the Wonderful World of Sex (Except unlike him, we are actually getting some!)).
toy felt renewed pressure on her bladder as her bald nether regions (bald??, gosh we're perverts! We mean what's wrong with a hot triangle!!!!) as the paintbrushes found tickle spots after tickle spot, relentless exposing regions of vulnerability (naked girl tickled from behind on her vulva, wonder why she's vulnerable???). "HAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" howled toy as the paintbrushes reduced her to a pile of twitching flesh and aching muscles (how long did it take for a story of ours to include muscles like 150????? 500??????). And yet still the Mistress, known as Linda proved once more to be as unflappable as old Bloods and Guts (How terrible for a President to be so besmirched by being dragged into this story.... wait no put down the gun Heather and Anna, we're sorry... no...no...NOOOO! "BANG!" At last an end to this commentary, now back to the story!", focusing mercilessly at toy's most intimate region. toy was trying desperately trying not to release a seconf burst of urine. she knew that the Mistress, known as Linda would not be merciful a second time.
The paintbrushes moving in a swooshing motion, zigzagging and driving toy far beyond her comfort zone. The Mistress, known as Linda grew more and more enraged. toys are useless that just have no purpose. They are little more that hot sex objects there to be enjoyed. She was determined to break this one like all the others. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" cried toy. The paintbrushes struck her flesh and refuse to relent. toy was unable to focus enough and the urine flew from her. "WHAT! Another one! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do I put up with you, you pathetic pice of f****** shit! I'm going break you, you gutless little f****** rich brat!" the Mistress, known as Linda berated toy. The long fingernails dug into toy's belly. Her laughter exploded again. The fingers flickered and scratched and danced across the skin of her belly. The Mistress, known as Linda suddenly stopped and blindfolded toy. "Now you little whore, I'll really give you something to f****** thing about, you bitchy tramp!" cried the Mistress, known as Linda. Nipple clamps were quickly applied and the Mistress, known as Linda suddenly grabbed something from the box.
toy cried and screamed as the nipple clamps pulled at her skin while something was cruelly jammed into her rear. "Feel that bitch! Be grateful there's room in that big ass of yours!" shrieked the Mistress, known as Linda. Pain and Laughter intertwined as long fingers danced across her ribcage. She exploded with laughter as the strong nails explored the delicate skin of her ribcage.
December 13 2007
"Okay, people, time to discuss who shall be interviewed this week! I suggest Tyra Banks!" stated Editor of Blush Magazine Maya Gallow. "Boring! How about Angelina Jolie?" requested Dennis Finch, personal assistant of Maya Gallow. "Oh Angelina, you know I slept with her!" giggled Nina Van Horne. "Yeah, her and the rest of the Northern Hemisphere!" retorted Dennis Finch. "How about Ms Linda Smith, Current Leader of Kappa Alpha Gamma sorority at Columbia?" suggested photographer Eliot De Moreau. "Yes, those sorority women are so cool! I remember when I was at a sorority party>..." "yeah, at Hick U!" added Dennis Finch. "I hate you, I hate you!" cried Nina, storming out. "O-kay! That's unusual even for her!" stated Maya. "SO are we going with Linda Smith?" asked Eliot. "NO! I mean no sororities leaders!" responded Maya. "Come on, they rock!" stated Dennis. "Maya, they are always high raters and I know her. She and I dated the same girl!" added a smug Eliot. "You never had sex with her!" pointed out Maya. "Well... I could have! If I was a woman!" retorted Eliot, in a wounded voice. "Great comeback, dude!" exclaimed Dennis. "Already fine, LInda Smith it is! Make the arrangements!" ordered Maya. As the meeting ended. Maya calmed herself down. Surely Linda wouldn't remember her! Oh God, please don't let her remember!
The End
December 13 1985
Location Stanford no Columbia, well one of the Ivy League Pools. We, that is to say I (Anna) know Heather that it's schools, I (Anna) am just being crazy. I love you twitchy Butt (this is Heather talking), I (Anna) love you to hot tits. Yes, we are being disgusting but it's our story so as in the Teen Titans episode tiny weird creatures who worshipped Raven say "Disgusting!...Shut up!"
"Now toy, on the bed!" snapped the Mistress, known as Linda. Maya, under the slave name toy obediently climbed unto the bed. "Shake that slut ass, brainless toy!" yelled the Mistress, known as Linda, smacking toy's ass with a crop. toy obediently shook her ass for the Mistress, known as Linda, who whacked her rear with the crop repeatedly. "Enough, arms out! NOW!" roared the Mistress, known as Linda. toy hastened to obey and the Mistress, known as Linda tied her in a strange position. Well not really since everyone in our stories recently is tied that what so that spanking and butt tickling is easier. With her thighs tied separately to her belly and her ankles tied secured to the bedposts and her arms out; toy looked like waiting for a spanking tied in the air. "Laugh, you slutty toy!" bellowed the Mistress, known as Linda as she ran a feather duster that appeared out of nowhere.... well it's a dominatrix story, who cares where she got it. Okay there's a box in the room we wanted to surprise you all with... Are you people happy now? Geez, talk about ruining momentum!
Well anyway, now you guys are done ruining.... oh come on.... don't stop reading! The tickling part is coming up, oh!!! This is just like our Evangelion Story, best story we ever wrote and no-one replied!!!! Well except for 13 people, but other than them!!!!!! Okay so we have no point, but come on! Keep reading. Come on!!!! We will post dirty pictures!!!! Good! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" and so on and so forth, man don't you hate it when we just write miles of HAHAs just to compound the fact she's getting tickled, I (Anna) mean come on! Yes I (Heather) agree! Sex is so great between us! Anna! I (Anna) love you Heather! Love you too Anna (but you're still getting a spanking!)! Oh! (Yippee!). Maya's laughter engulfed (how many times do we use the term engulfed in our story really! Yes it engulfed the room! Come on, people just deal with it! We're not getting paid for our efforts you know!). The Mistress, known as Linda, swished the feather duster up and down her buttocks enjoying Maya's reactions. To see Maya in such discomfort brought lust into her mind, body and soul. (Dramatic much!).
UP and down, left to right, diagonally and in a circle, the Mistress, known as Linda was determined to cause as much hysteria from Maya as her young bottom would allow. The feathers of the duster would allow Maya no mercy, no pity, it would keep sweeping regardless of its impact. Maya's mind reeled, her knowledge that the Mistress, known as Linda would not stop until toy's bladder gave way then she could expect plaguarising from flapper party. (Hey, why can't we be inspired? That's what Fox calls it when they steal from Netherland's programming or ugh... Canada!) (Canada isn't so bad, the people are friendly... just obese! Except for Celine Dion!) The Mistress, known as Linda continued her assault on toy's behind determined that the writers of this story should continue to focus on one of their favorite areas before moving on to an area which is less sexually exploitive. And use as many terms as they can for the word anus. toy was finding all this beyond her ability to withstand. The Mistress, known as Linda had been working on her bum for 15 minutes. Her laughter had continued unabated without any chance of reprieve . The movement of that blasted featherduster was soon accompanied by a mate.
The writers that it us, are determined to being as repulsive, pornographic as humanly or alienly as is the case with us or extra terrestially, so most of this story will focus on the anus, vulva and breasts because well we're perverts! But then anyone still reading is, and that's cool! Soon the featherduster and its mate running across toy's cheeks and toy begun to perspire. The continuous dance over her rear, the torture of her heiney (see how desperately they try to think of new words for anus), the torment of her caboose, the suffering of her bottom (And for terms for suffering!) brought toy to the edge of reason (She's letting someone tie her up and tickle her ass, as if she all there anyway!). She fought as the need for release of bladder grew and grew (Well of course!). But the battle seemed to be a fruitless one as the Mistress, known as Linda relentless marched those feathers across her bum (okay they are out of words, let's see if we use which terms the most!), the ability to withhold urination "grew exceedingly difficult!" (Lifted from the Simpsons' Who shot MR Burns Part 2, fantastic quote!)
toy tried to focus on anything but her rump (a new term!)'s unbearable torment (try ordeal you two (that is to say us)), but it the laughter it seemed would not be the only thing coming out of a hole on her physical form. The urine finally flowed and the Mistress, known as Linda screamed in rage (how many words are there for speaking loudly and how many will we declare, state, exclaim, write, pencil down?). "You bitchy, whiny little ****! YOu brainless f****** (eh... we know that term brainiacs! It's f******!) pussy! I'm going teach you, you sluttly little whore bitch to pee on this bed! I'm gonna tickle your fucking brains out!" (Yeah, that'll keep the bed clean!)
So the ordeal (copycats!) continued for toy as her bikini line was tested for ticklishness and was proven to be so (how convenient!). Soon paintbrushes (how original, paintbrushes, featherdusters, toothbrushes, q-tips, hairbrushes, yawn! Try something original like a twig which was in a recently reposted tale or rather an inappropriate Simspons story on theatre! Try ropes for soles or even the cliched backstratchers, enough with the same old schtick!) (Still at least this story isn't about animated characters again!!!!). toy burst into demented laughter as another of her genitals was subjected to mindlessly punishment (hey, that's our line! We are so get that git's job from the Wonderful World of Sex (Except unlike him, we are actually getting some!)).
toy felt renewed pressure on her bladder as her bald nether regions (bald??, gosh we're perverts! We mean what's wrong with a hot triangle!!!!) as the paintbrushes found tickle spots after tickle spot, relentless exposing regions of vulnerability (naked girl tickled from behind on her vulva, wonder why she's vulnerable???). "HAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" howled toy as the paintbrushes reduced her to a pile of twitching flesh and aching muscles (how long did it take for a story of ours to include muscles like 150????? 500??????). And yet still the Mistress, known as Linda proved once more to be as unflappable as old Bloods and Guts (How terrible for a President to be so besmirched by being dragged into this story.... wait no put down the gun Heather and Anna, we're sorry... no...no...NOOOO! "BANG!" At last an end to this commentary, now back to the story!", focusing mercilessly at toy's most intimate region. toy was trying desperately trying not to release a seconf burst of urine. she knew that the Mistress, known as Linda would not be merciful a second time.
The paintbrushes moving in a swooshing motion, zigzagging and driving toy far beyond her comfort zone. The Mistress, known as Linda grew more and more enraged. toys are useless that just have no purpose. They are little more that hot sex objects there to be enjoyed. She was determined to break this one like all the others. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" cried toy. The paintbrushes struck her flesh and refuse to relent. toy was unable to focus enough and the urine flew from her. "WHAT! Another one! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do I put up with you, you pathetic pice of f****** shit! I'm going break you, you gutless little f****** rich brat!" the Mistress, known as Linda berated toy. The long fingernails dug into toy's belly. Her laughter exploded again. The fingers flickered and scratched and danced across the skin of her belly. The Mistress, known as Linda suddenly stopped and blindfolded toy. "Now you little whore, I'll really give you something to f****** thing about, you bitchy tramp!" cried the Mistress, known as Linda. Nipple clamps were quickly applied and the Mistress, known as Linda suddenly grabbed something from the box.
toy cried and screamed as the nipple clamps pulled at her skin while something was cruelly jammed into her rear. "Feel that bitch! Be grateful there's room in that big ass of yours!" shrieked the Mistress, known as Linda. Pain and Laughter intertwined as long fingers danced across her ribcage. She exploded with laughter as the strong nails explored the delicate skin of her ribcage.
December 13 2007
"Okay, people, time to discuss who shall be interviewed this week! I suggest Tyra Banks!" stated Editor of Blush Magazine Maya Gallow. "Boring! How about Angelina Jolie?" requested Dennis Finch, personal assistant of Maya Gallow. "Oh Angelina, you know I slept with her!" giggled Nina Van Horne. "Yeah, her and the rest of the Northern Hemisphere!" retorted Dennis Finch. "How about Ms Linda Smith, Current Leader of Kappa Alpha Gamma sorority at Columbia?" suggested photographer Eliot De Moreau. "Yes, those sorority women are so cool! I remember when I was at a sorority party>..." "yeah, at Hick U!" added Dennis Finch. "I hate you, I hate you!" cried Nina, storming out. "O-kay! That's unusual even for her!" stated Maya. "SO are we going with Linda Smith?" asked Eliot. "NO! I mean no sororities leaders!" responded Maya. "Come on, they rock!" stated Dennis. "Maya, they are always high raters and I know her. She and I dated the same girl!" added a smug Eliot. "You never had sex with her!" pointed out Maya. "Well... I could have! If I was a woman!" retorted Eliot, in a wounded voice. "Great comeback, dude!" exclaimed Dennis. "Already fine, LInda Smith it is! Make the arrangements!" ordered Maya. As the meeting ended. Maya calmed herself down. Surely Linda wouldn't remember her! Oh God, please don't let her remember!
The End
