Posted at 2:40 am on Aug 14, 2016 by:
Staphanie McMahon (COO) (Womens Champion)
I'll hurt you in ways you wouldn't imagine if you end up on MY SHOW! (SICK)
Alexander's desperate pleas for Staphanie to get her terrifying crab infestation under control fell on deaf ears. Her excitement for the brand draft had her grasping her oversized clit, stroking it like a penis. The small crabs emerging from her meaty flaps slid down her slick legs. Slick thanks to her continuously dripping lady juices. The juices had formed a steadily widening puddle at her feet.
"Stop!" Alex screamed, prepared to climb onto his elegant desk for safety. "Stop it, dammit! You're ruining the carpet!"
"Oh god, Alex!" Staph moaned, eyes closed in pleasure, still ignoring him. "I'm about to cum!"
Alex's anxious eyes widened further at this disturbing announcement. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to witness anymore of this madness. He covered his eyes just in time as Staph's animalistic moans got louder and she came. While he didn't see her cumming, he could hear her juices splattering onto the soaked carpet.
"Anything else, boss?" Staph asked after a moment, her ragged breathing slowing down.
Alex cautiously uncovered his eyes, relieved that she'd at least covered her hairy crab nest back up. And fortunately, most of the nasty critters that escaped were now slowly making their way back up her legs.
As disappointed as he was to see the only alcohol wasted, Red couldn't help taking notice of the sinister portrait. He approached it as Darkspade looked for something heavier to throw at the butler.
"And who might you be?" Red asked as he ran his big fingertip through some of the bloodwine that landed on the portrait and tasting it. "Mmm, such a pity."
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Spade yelled, throwing a heavy book he found at Red rather than the butler. He missed this as well and the book struck the wall next to Red.
As Spade fiercely stomped towards Red, he said, "I'm no art collector, unless you count porn movies, but this is just great. Who painted this, Spade? I might hire them to paint me! Ooh, how about a family portrait with me, Angel, and the baby?"
Spade stared up at the portrait, not answering Red immediately. Red took that moment to touch it again for more bloodwine, only for Spade to violently slap his eager hand away. He glared at Spade before looking up at the portrait too.
