Mister's Murderous Adventures in Paris
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I
m: what?
r: all i'm saying is.. if it happens again
there will be blood
monsieur 'clunk' monsieur 'clink'
FFS
m grabs ig's still bowed head
smashing it to table
kronenberg and espresso clash as
r runs blade across gulping trachea
collective tabled horror as
m & r move into position
m threads ig onto his hardon
r slides into the still gushing wound
i.. ordered..
the k.. uggh..
he.. ordered..
the.. uggh.. essssssssssss
panic crinks through the seated as
ig shakes to m's rush
r follows to the convulsions
m drops a tip
we done?
yeah.. let's get some freedom
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II
r flicks another thousand dollar fine
into the road
m's eyes roll then follow a twink
to the corner
italian?
yeah
they do
not as good as the other night
but dessert is 3 exhausted
from an all night drive
hiro declines the nearby bar
elvis jr and john boy are curious
the place is a demolition site so
they take to darkened stairs and pair
r is thinking 'The Exorcist' stairs
as he rams his cock down elvis's throat
m thinks of unsent postcards and how easy
the welts are forming on jb's arse
jb squeals at the vision of
his boyfriends head colliding
against the rough
walls to r's oblivion
m staples jb over.. mushing his face
into jr's semen drenched pubes
as a cooling crimson pool
pushes it's way through stairway debris
swift switchblade to the throat and
just before his knees give way
m hurls jb down the stairs
his load following its arc
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III
r dances on pont neuf ledge
malt in hand
m helps a disorientated tourist
off its edge.. .. ..splash
they slide down the stairs towards the seine
and a hooded gang
you want this.. you want a drink?
r flops out a semi
m his luger.. to shepherd
hood1 protests but kneels
before sweaty crotch
hood2,3,4 are against the wall
m has the 3 undo and drop
r spits into bobbing hair
before slitting its throat to watch
a jissom/blood mix make for the atlantic
m patrols 3 sucking each other
a triangle of tears hit gravel as
barrel sparodically goes up each arse..
shot rings out.. whoops.. two for one
r finds flex and hood2 is bound to a tree
m inserts a sharpend branch
through cunt to exit breast
lighter fluid clothing and a few books
encourage a blaze as r kicks at naked torso
m slices off a portion of back
and throws it into the fire
may get hungry later
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IV
to the Catacombs!
deep in and with a stroke to
hello kittys arse
her plastic self
sits glowing in socket (to video record)
m: huh!
r: looks around
somewhere there are moans
a swift investigation
behind piles of bones
reveals a couple at it
raising dust.
femur hits cranium
and then again
and again until brain ooze
splatters cunts face
m gets to work on cocks arse
punching buttock till
he plunges deep
pushing wilting cock further into cunt
r after snipping cunts septum
with femur remains
sits on blood slippery breast
fucking the fresh orifice
glug glug glug
tue-moi..
s'il..
vous..
plai.. glug
m explodes into cock
tit cums through the pain
of penile cranal intrusion..
now for the grand
r takes m's place
sliding into jissom loaded hole
m vomits onto tits face to scratch
absent cyphers within the slick
r sucks at cocks wound
as he jolts against the stiffening rectum
m slides femur through slick
and proceeds to pluck out eyes
kitty has a new home.
