Posted at 5:35 am on Nov 24, 2016 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
... Dammit! You made me do it! (MA)
"Awww, don't cry!" Staphanie screeched at Lil Red, who only cried louder. "Just take a little suckle and you'll feel all better! Yes you will! DRINK MOMMY'S MILK!"
Tired of Lil Red's resistance to delivering her pleasure, Staph grabbed him by the back of his head and forced his face onto her balloon boob. Angel could only watch from the floor of her cell, still trying to recover from the intense shock Reverend Jones sent through the bars.
"Ohhh baby!" Staph said, reaching a free hand down to her crabby crotch as she felt Lil Red's mouth open to avoid suffocating. "Give mommy the milking she needs!"
Due to the violent genes inherited from his father, Lil Red did something much more sinister, biting down on her nipple as hard as he could with his sharp baby teeth.
Chane rushed over to his screaming sister where she threw Lil Red, chewing on her severed nipple, into his arms.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Staph shouted as she tried to cover her heavily bleeding boob, silicone from the cheap implant leaking out along with the blood. "I SHOULD FEED YOU TO THE CRABS!"
Slowly standing back up, Angel began to laugh at the pain Lil Red inflicted upon Staph, prompting the Reverend to turn back around to her, reaching for the electrical switch again. Rather than retreating from the cell's bars, Angel only laughed harder when Lil Red spit the chewed up nipple back out at Staph before crying more.
Elsewhere in the McMahon family manor, Red, Spade, and Brandon were able to hear Staphanie's screaming and shouting despite being not quite sure where the Reverend and the McMahons were hiding.
"What the fuck are they doing?" Red asked quietly as they crept down a hallway lined with portraits of Chane and Staph in various sexual positions.
"Don't think too much about that, mate," Brand-X answered, leading the way down the hall of horror.
"Where's Spade?!" Red then asked and they both turned around to see Darkspade standing in front of a mirror, staring at the Absolute Undisputed Championship's reflection.
Alex was gagging as he desperately wiped at his face with his jacket to remove the remains of the exploded Chane and his egg pods. Gunther looked at the end of the fleshlight gun in awe, wondering if it could remove his herpes. Before he could test it, Botch, awakened after Staphanie farted at the death of elevator Chane, ripped the gun away from Gunther.
"HUH? URINE USING THIS WONKA!" Botch said, dropping his tights and bending over. "IT'S FOREMAN ASS!"
Gunther wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of Botch's unwashed, pimply ass crack. Botch grunted, farted, and even shit a little as he struggled to bend his peaks to insert the tip on the crimsonlight gun in his anus.
Alex, finally getting his face clean, though it burned slightly now, noticed Botch's action and felt a fresh wave of nausea hit him, leaning against a wall to keep from falling over.
With one final grunt, Botch dropped the gun to the floor and fell forward, hitting his head on the wall and knocking himself back out. It was only a matter of time before he was back to his feet in sleepwalk mode. The remaining guards realized this and cautiously moved towards him.
King Chane and Staphanie ran to grab the gun and Gunther, excited by the trail of crabs Staph was leaving behind, started ding donging and singing more. In the process, he unintentionally kicked the gun and it slid across the floor again, this time coming to a stop near Alex, Reverend Jones' eyes widening. Alex would be much more of a threat than Gunther if he noticed and grabbed the weapon...
