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2017/12/16
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Three years later.
There are, of course, fates far worse than death. Still very much alive even all these years later, and still squirming, blind, deaf, and mentally retarded, trapped in layers of her own black and blue swollen flesh as she swings suspended from silky webs in the Grey Stalker enclosure.
Muffled hoarse screams come from the fetid breeding sack that Jennifer Fallow has been turned into. Her engorged blue veiny titties lactate milk as she gives birth to yet another brood of the Grey Stalker’s baby insects from her prolapsed vagina and rectum, the hundredth or so time that since she was first taken by the monster. In the morning, after she has squirted out the last of the swarm, the adult Grey Stalker will feed her, then mount her again as it rapes her for endless hours. These fucking sessions are the only interlude in an everlasting life of darkness, silence, and excruciating pain. It is the only time where her last two remaining senses give her any real sensations. Even if it is only the searing hot agony of having a foot long ovipositor dump dozens of eggs into her broken and mutated body, and its sucker tube, invading under the flab that covers her mouth to regurgitate part of its last meal down her gagging throat. Every day she waits for those rare moments, after all, they are the best part of Miss Fallow’s new life. She is surrounded by many other girls who’ve come to join her. Some are murderers, some fellow bad teachers, others are political dissidents, and more rarely, there are girls who couldn’t bring themselves to sacrifice themselves to a starving Gourdplant when it came time for their execution. These broodmothers are all the same, crying and screaching brainlessly in their eternal suffering.,
Acid milked from the baby Grey Stalkers they birth will be used by the villagers to coat their weapons.
If they are unlucky, and the Stalker takes good care of them, they will live for another thirty years.
You do NOT mess with a kid’s education in the World of Bones… unless you want to join Miss Fallow and her screaming friends.
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