Chapter 13

Johnny went back to his bed and was going to turn out the light when he heard the doorbell go off again.

Johnny was going to yell over the intercom, but there was no one there. His curiosity got the best of him and he opened the door. Something had knocked him down unto his back, which alarmed the harden champion. No one had done this act so easily since he was a child.

The door had shut behind the pair with a tall red-headed maid and a startled competitor.

Johnny spoke, "You fucking cunt! Get off of me now or I will beat your ass beyond repair!"

Jenjo spoke, "Hurt me Loverboy, make me your bitch!"

The female fighter locked her arms around Johnny's legs, as she began to give him fellatio.

The champion started to cry, once he was taken by force during sex. His PTSD was triggered by this loss of power, even when consensual. He was being made to receive a blowjob, which caused him to snap internally. He lifted her up into the top of sitting piledriver position and smashed her head into the tiled floor of the front room entrance.

Jenjo was laying upside down on her head with her pink thong exposed for her intended rape victim.

Johnny yelled, "You dirty slut, you came so hard it's running down your legs! What a whore!"

Jenjo spoke, "Yiff me, Loverboy and you can kill me then. The suitcase contains a present I made for you to better fuck me. Just get it just outside the door to the hallway, as I believe that it will let you enjoy sex without any hangups. You are the dom that this slutty sub always wanted.”

Johnny had been entrapped by this seductress and done as he was requested. He pulled out a desk chair and sat the supposed gift between him and his attacker.

“Bitch! Show this sex toy of yours, so that I can beat you to death with it.”

Jenjo was cumming some more after this threat from her prey. She rolled over to her belly and crawled over to the case. Johnny was shocked up to his feet by what he had seen.

“You fucking dog fucker! What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”

Jenjo spoke while on all fours, "I am just a dirty little furfag that makes fursuits as a side gig. The one I made for you was rushed, as I couldn’t make an exact guess on your measurements. But I am usually right within three inches on my worst day. I will help you get it on and I will let you fill all my holes. I am on the pill and had taken various antibiotics to ensure that my neg hole (tested negative for HIV) is up to your standards.”

Johnny’s shorts had a huge tent in them from the mention of having kinky sex.

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Jenjo had fitted her target into her rashly made mursuit that made Johnny walk on all fours.

She took off her wet panties and present her lavish ass up into the air while resting on her forearms and knees. Johnny lost himself in his newly discovered kink and ravaged his self-named bitch until her eyes were rolling to back of her head.

Jenjo awoke before morning clean herself off the best she could, took the outfit off her sex friend, and left into the night.

Johnny heard a pounding on the door as he found himself covered in blood, spit, and cum. The smell was incredible, as the sight of seeing the entire room dismantled. He was going to clean up the mess when he heard the door open to his horror. Luckily, it was his two closest friends covered in hazmat suits.

One of the men spoke, "That woman wasn't lying that you needed some help after a sexual binge. Damn, what the fuck was you two doing last night that cause you to rip the bed apart?"

Johnny spoke, "I don't know, I just blacked out. We got to get this cleaned up quickly before our team has a scandal on its hands!

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The event was sweep under the rug, and the rest of the Olympic games went on without a hitch. Jenjo was never to be seen again, as the only information was given was that there was a death in the family.

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Chapter 14

The ghost-faced killer laid with his lover, which he had no choice in the matter. As he was still basically an overpowered zombie. His strength was much greater than it was in his few decades of life, yet his mind and speed were that of a basic undead.

Banshee had lusted after a man, no creature that would satisfy her lust as a filthy cock whore. She had sex with men of all races and body shape. As she was entering middle age she started to fuck all sorts of animals and the corpses of anyone that dared to walk upon her land. She had finally had the dick that she had always desired and she never grew tired of it. She was the GFK’s exclusive bitch now for as long he walked upon Flinkaz.

As they laid covered in their crusted body fluids, the ghost-faced killer started to stir awake.

He forced himself free of his coffin with Banshee's arms still wrapped his neck. The pair washed in the nearby swamp, but no predator dared go near them. It was as if they knew that the pair wasn't to be fucked with.

She spoke, "Lover, we need to go to torture mansion so that we can hopefully obtain its magic. I have never been able to get very far it, but my big black bull might give me the confidence to do better."

The black man said nothing as they traveled into the swamp, much deeper than even the voodoo priestess dared to go.

Banshee spoke,"Be careful lover because the mansion moves on its own volition. But we can become more powerful, and hopeful we can make you less sluggish."

GFK only grunted in response.

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Hours go by and the two find their target. It was a large five-floor mansion covered in centuries of filth and disrepair. A large brick and metal fence appeared before the crude specters, as to

say, "No you don't mortal!"

The ghost-faced killer gave the wall shoulder tackle and was on the other side of a broken wall. Banshee quickly followed by her bull.

She spoke, "Your muscle won't solve all of the problems here, so follow my lead."

GFK followed after his cock slut like he was a puppy following after his master.

A large stone gargoyle drops from the sky and grabbed up GFK like was just a feather in the talons of an eagle.

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Banshee was on her on to fight what comes her way.

"The traps are set in stone, but their order is random. I had only run across a few across the ages."

She was now in a graveyard with tombstones as far as the eyes could see. Bones could be heard

coming from the nearby graves.

Banshee uses her magic to set the skeletons on fire with a fire series of fireballs. Yet, the foes kept coming at her. She used a spell to make mud golems to capture up the horde.

Ghosts come from more graves and raced towards the priestess. Banshee pulls a silver dagger from a pouch at her waist. Normal weapons couldn’t hurt spirits, but she couldn’t be bothered by such details.

The blade was stabbing clean through the ghost’s form.

Banshee spoke, "Where are you going bitches?"

Several barks were nearing the women, as soon she sees that three was a three-headed Corso that weighed over six hundred pounds.

Banshee used a chant and the mud golems turned to stone. The battles were now on. The monster

dog could do little against the six stone giants. They pounded the dog into oblivion with their fists.

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GFK was flung unto a spike pit at the side of the house by a gargoyle. The wooden poles of the pit trap, which chased the monster made u-turn and dived for the pit. Before the flying beast landed, the ghost-faced killer punched a hole into the creature. Another punch was given to the gargoyle and it was now mere rumble. The black man climbed out of the hole and continued on in his mission.

Seven more gargoyles dived at GFK and he crushed one after another with his fist. The zombie wasn’t fazed by his adventure.