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"This changes nothing, whore."

Just then the two-part door hissed and opened, and in it I saw the powerful figure of Crossmayday, my personal bodyguard. I sighed in relief as plazmasniper2 let go off me, stood upright and cracked his knuckles. The two stared eachother down for a few seconds and I noticed Crossmayday's pants were bulging a little. To be continued...

"Heh... I can see the issue, professor Plazma." - said Crossmayday. - "But don't worry. His little muscles won't help him - when i'm done with this twink, he will be begging for more."

Plazmasniper2 tilted his head back, his huge manly paws resting at his sides and simply laughed. He then turned his head back to me and grunted:

"Run while you can, little bitch! You don't have much time but frankly I enjoy toying with you."

My legs were trembling but with the help of the wall I managed to stand up. Only then I realized my pants were wet and smelt of piss. My face felt hot as I turned a bright red, still taking in fast breaths of the hot air. Crossmayday, however, paid no more attention to me. In the mix of smells in horror I've now recognized a new aroma - the sweet, slightly salty smell of ejaculate. I backed away rapidly as the two titans clashed, grabbing at eachother. Shaking with fear I made a run for the door at the other side of the room - but I couldn't leave. The seed of depravity was already planted in my head. I tried to force myself not to look but just thinking of my clone's sceptre filled me with lust and made my hole oily from sweat. As I gave in and turned my head, Crossmayday was pinned against the wall - still holding onto whatever strenght he had left, though clearly that was fading as his face turned from confident to hopeless. Plazmasniper2's cock was now rock hard and rubbing against my bodyguard's belly leaving clear strands of sticky liquid all over his tactical vest. His mouth was watering. As he pushed him harder against the wall, trapping his arms in his deadly grip, he stood on his toes. His beautiful, bulbous sweaty sack was now resting on top of Crossmayday's bulge covering it completly. The head of the shaft was within tongue's reach, almost touching the now powerless man's chin. He turned his head to the side trying to avoid what was inevitable. Just then the evil clone grunted:

"Hngh! Feel like giving up yet?!"

"N-never! P-professo-"

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 "This changes nothing, whore."
 Just then the two-part door hissed and opened, and in it I saw the powerful figure of Crossmayday, my personal bodyguard. I sighed in relief as plazmasniper2 let go off me, stood upright and cracked his knuckles. The two stared eachother down for a few seconds and I noticed Crossmayday's pants were bulging a little. To be continued...
+"Heh... I can see the issue, professor Plazma." - said Crossmayday. - "But don't worry. His little muscles won't help him - when i'm done with this twink, he will be begging for more."
+Plazmasniper2 tilted his head back, his huge manly paws resting at his sides and simply laughed. He then turned his head back to me and grunted:
+"Run while you can, little bitch! You don't have much time but frankly I enjoy toying with you."
+My legs were trembling but with the help of the wall I managed to stand up. Only then I realized my pants were wet and smelt of piss. My face felt hot as I turned a bright red, still taking in fast breaths of the hot air. Crossmayday, however, paid no more attention to me. In the mix of smells in horror I've now recognized a new aroma - the sweet, slightly salty smell of ejaculate. I backed away rapidly as the two titans clashed, grabbing at eachother. Shaking with fear I made a run for the door at the other side of the room - but I couldn't leave. The seed of depravity was already planted in my head. I tried to force myself not to look but just thinking of my clone's sceptre filled me with lust and made my hole oily from sweat. As I gave in and turned my head, Crossmayday was pinned against the wall - still holding onto whatever strenght he had left, though clearly that was fading as his face turned from confident to hopeless. Plazmasniper2's cock was now rock hard and rubbing against my bodyguard's belly leaving clear strands of sticky liquid all over his tactical vest. His mouth was watering. As he pushed him harder against the wall, trapping his arms in his deadly grip, he stood on his toes. His beautiful, bulbous sweaty sack was now resting on top of Crossmayday's bulge covering it completly. The head of the shaft was within tongue's reach, almost touching the now powerless man's chin. He turned his head to the side trying to avoid what was inevitable. Just then the evil clone grunted:
+"Hngh! Feel like giving up yet?!"
+"N-never! P-professo-"

Dollarstore smut: Difference between revisions

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