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Chapter #4
"Alright, start talking!"
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Bella licked her lips, ready to feel this mutt's face pressed into her steaming rear. "Anything I want? On a scale of usefulness that rates a whole jack shit!" She slipped out a toxic squeaker directly into his snout. He whimpered and whined, much to Bella's amusement. "No no! I know things! I can tell you anything!" Bella slapped him across the chops with both cheeks. "You? A low level grunt, you wouldn't know Braun's ass if she shoved you up it! Unless you can tell me some secret weakness or a tunnel directly into the heart of her headquarters?" The dog was silently gagging, partly because he had no answer, partly because the eggy fumes were quickly making him light-headed. "That's what I thought." Bella's butt descended slowly, forcing the thug to remember something actually useful.
"A new head of security! From out of town! Braun, Braun! She's hired him!" Bella farted once more, and soon he was squealing about the infamous rabbit that was in the Vixen's way...
PROFILE
Sgt. Toescum
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Ht: 6'4
Wgt: 240
Foot Stink: 13/10
Armpit Stink: 3/10
Flatulence Stink: 8/10
Belch/breath Stink: 4/10
Cock stink: 5/10
Occupation: Professional Fighter, Veteran of the Stink Wars, Mercenary.
Bella farted the dumb jobber into submission quickly, she had to conserve more gas than ever. From what she had heard, this guy was a real tough customer. But, if he could be convinced to abandon Braun then rescuing Sniffy would be much easier! Either way, she'd probably have to deal with Sgt.Toescum and his gigantic feet at some point.
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