Let the story never ends....

[GM Fright]

It was a dark and stormy night. Junkr sat huddled at the foot of the recliner, his head pressed uncomfortable against Obzen's knee, his eyes glanced fearfully about the small, dimly lit library.

"It's just lightning, you giant bleeding pussy," scolded Trazodone from above, where he perched voluptuously upon Obzen's lap, whirling fingers around his own exposed, pierced nipples. From across the room, the sounds of Amminidab's feverish masturbation floated softly over the shrill cries of the orgy on the couch in the corner, where Bellasaer, Tavie, Siletense, Kimlin, Dankush, Antiock, Lydecker, Ahrimian and Serj all writhed in lubricated ecstasy.

But it wasn't the lightning that had Junkr on edge. It wasn't even the sight of Sterne in his dominatrix leathers stalking about the room, randomly lashing out with his whip. The image crawling through Junkr's mind was far more terrifying, and even though he couldn't be sure he had even seen it, he could feel his chest tightening and his heart beating heavily in his throat. Should he tell the others? No, no, they would just panic, the queens they were, and that could mean the end of them all. So he sat clutching Obzen's bare leg, trying to look anywhere but the window on the far wall, but his eyes betrayed him, and kept darting back time and time again to that black, terror-filled void cut out of the stone of the wall and trimmed elegantly with red and gold velvet curtains.

The oversized grandfather clock next to the mantle struck 3 o'clock; Junkr's teeth ground together with every "gong.... gong.... gong...." The window sparked to life again, light and sound came crashing through as the night sky exploded with rage, but wet leaves and blown branches were the only things visible through the glass, no silhouette darkened the sill as before.

Or had it? He wanted to believe he'd imagined it, that there had been nothing there at that first, brief lightning strike. How could he have known about them anyway? It was impossible! They had been so careful! He would never approve of what they did. His retribution would be awful! So they had taken every single precaution; they had thought of everything, there was no way he could know! But, if he had found out... If he had found them, and caught them in the midst of their celebrations, their depravity....

Junkr shuddered again, Trazodone poured more scathing insults down on him. Some time passed, and he almost began to relax, to accept that he had simply been victim to his own overactive imagination, but a scream from the room down the hall shot electricity up his spine and knocked the breath right out of him. Everyone had heard. The quiet suction and sharp moans from the couch faded, and even Trazodone shut up and stared at the door.

The silence suddenly broke, the door to their left burst open, framing Subvert's naked body as he tried to catch his breath. Fresh blood trickled slowly from open scabs on his knees. "Hallaer's dead," he rasped, gasping for air from the effort. Shock held the room ever silent as pleasure and joy quickly melted into fear and confusion. Fourteen sets of eyes begged the same question from the breathless man in the doorway, and he struggled to break through his own panic to mutter two simple words.

"It's him."

Another scream from the floor above, or maybe below, or maybe the next room, who can tell?! It cracked through their petrified numbness, and one word from Sterne sent them scurrying around and gathering what little clothing they had.

"Go."

Junkr hastily pulled on his denim cut-off shorts, leaving the denim jacket and sailor's hat crumpled on the floor. His mind raced as he tried to remember his part in the plan, but everything felt blurred and garbled, his brain scrambled inside his skull. The silent commotion in the small library doubled as those from the circle-jerk in the next room poured in, mouth's shut tight, beads of fear glistening on their foreheads. Everyone seemed to be doing something, but no one was really doing anything. Suffocating anxiety governed their thoughts and actions, and Junkr could see their plan of last resort crumbling under the weight of the terror.

The door to the hallway burst open, a broken figure collapsed through, landing heavily on its knees. His face was unrecognizable, torn and seared into a bloody mass of nose-less flesh, but Junkr recognized Yeetawh's dress, even soaked in blood as it was. His eyes stared right at Tavie, and every other set of eyes in the room stared right back. An eternity ticked off the old grandfather clock by the mantle.

Then Yeetawh spoke, his voice gargled bloodily from behind clenched teeth, his hands clawed compulsively at the shredded dress, the whites of his eyes blazed terrifyingly large against his hacked, bloodied face. "It's.... Frightening...." He fell forward, no one moved to catch him. The hardwood floor knocked out of him what was left of his breath, and his life.

The world seemed to snap into focus as reality crashed in upon them, and Junkr remembered exactly what was supposed to be done. Sterne began barking orders, assigning teams and organizing the plan into coherent, actionable objectives. Fear still gripped his gut, but training, instinct and habit guided his thoughts once more. Now, though, he'd need to use those instincts against the one who had trained them into him in the first place, but he didn't have time to think about that. He gathered his team, and began moving towards his objective.


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The library was directly below him, and Saurial knew that if they stayed in this room, they couldn't possibly

[Tavie]

stay on schedule. The list of tasks were long and time was short. As the group began to move toward the door, a loud crack of thunder boomed into the late night air.

It was then that Fright awakened from his dream, momentarily confused as the storm raged outside. Things came into focus as he took in the view of his bedroom as the lightning flashed outside. He noticed his copy of "Unzipped" magazine open from where he had been reading the night before. He felt the stiffness in his loins as he reflected on the homoerotic aspects of his dream.

After quickly relieving the tension, he reflected back on his dream and considered the meaning of it all. Clearly his view of Junkr as a submissive suggested

[Bananashroom]

i got nothing to add but hahaha yeetawh is a man!

[Ourstateobzen]

that maybe, just maybe, his officers were meant to serve some...ulterior purpose.

The hidden cameras that sterne, tavie, obzen and junkr had set up in Frightening's room months before this night had recorded, many times, events similar to this night's. Every night, he would wake up at exactly 4:36 A.M., drenched in sweat, and scream one of their names. Always a different name.

The four officers gathered in their bi-weekly meeting to watch the video footage of Fright's room that they had gathered, and discuss their implications.

This time, however, it was not only the four officers in the room. The situation had grown so dire, that they had no choice but to enlist the aid of

[Junkr]

Coolio.

[GM Fright]

The room was quiet, all four officers waited expectantly as Coolio reviewed their summary of the situation, and skimmed over the surveillance videos. When he was done, he stared thoughtfully at the wall for several long moments.

The old chair creaked harshly through the silence as Coolio leaned back and crossed his arms. He looked at each of the officers in turn, and exhaled slowly before beginning to speak.

"You fools are walking through the valley of the shadow of death," his deep voice filled the small confines of the surveillance room. He spoke evenly, slowly, "you need to take a look at your lives, and you'll realize there's nothing left."

The officers looked at each other, their raw nerves twisting in their guts. "What do you mean?" Tavie asked, though he knew exactly what the rapper had meant.

"Frightening knows. He's on to your bitch asses. And he's plotting," Coolio said. His words hammered into them like bricks, all four squirmed uncomfortably in their seats.

"Then what should we do?" Obzen asked, the resolve set in his jaw was betrayed by the fear wavering in his voice.

The rapper thought for a moment, "Look, let's gather all your little gay orgy friends together and make a plan. Get all 26 of them in here, 'cause the only way you fools will survive this, is if you work together, and work in secret. I mean, I think that Frightening cat can even see the future, yo. That dude gives me the shakes. So gather your orgy buddies, and here's what we'll do...."

[Bananashroom]

After a few hours has passed, each of the officers went on their separate ways to prepare for the grand plan. the plan was convincing enough that the officers agreed without much question. they covered every angle thinking that they can outsmart the frightening one. little did they know...

the room was empty except for coolio. an evil smile appears on his face when he watched the officers left with full of hopes. he wait patiently to be sure that he's the only one in the room and made the call.

"My Lord, the plan is going well. they are putting the plan together as we speak"

"Do they know that its you?"

"I don't believe anyone suspected anything."

"Very well, proceed with the next plan"

The evil smile appeared on his face again, finally he could get his revenge. He was tortured and left to die by the people who was in the room just a few hours ago. It took every inch of his will to stop himself from pouncing on them and killing them where they stood. The scars might have disappear after he gotten this new body, but the wounds would never heal... Bananashroom anger starts to swell within him, but he calm himself down.

"Revenge will be sweet, for me and my Lord".....

[GM Fright]

Obzen walked into the Home Depot, the shopping list Coolio had given him clutched tightly in his hand. First,

[Junkr]

Three Willing Mexicans.

[Vyvii]

In their Three Amigo’s inspired costumes, sang the list aloud to the rest of the Officers:

“One roll of duct tape, three 2x4’s, one can of pink paint, a box of nails, one can of foam sealant, a shower head, a water hose, one light bulb, two red wheel barrows, and a Snickers bar.”

Then...

[GM Fright]

with their supplies in hand, and the Three Willing Mexicans in tow carrying it all, the officers regrouped in the Home Depot parking lot, tossed the supplies and the mexicans in the back of Tavie's old pick-up truck, and climbed onto the single-cab bench seat. Junkr, of course, sat bitch, straddling the gear shift.

Their hideout was 20 miles up the highway, and as they drove

[Bananashroom]

they started to burst into a justin bieber song. they were singing the chorus of baby as the top of their when suddenly,