8 Seconds of Fury - Goratory

They stood patiently in waiting

The only thing that stood between the 5 freaks and the nauseating spectacle in

the next room was a closet door

Armed with whips and lassos, they lingered in anticipation

They had drank enough to kill a small elephant and the tension was beginning to

rise

Through a crack in the door a blurred vision:

A close friend fucking some portly slut he’d picked up

We could just make out their voices over the Fleetwood Mac album

Which blares a theme to this depraved act of lunacy

The point of the game was to find a sadly obese whore of a woman to fuck

During the sloppy fat sex, you secretly pull out and jam it in her ass

Upon hearing the deranged shriek of the creature

Drunk men with intensions of mass humiliation emerge from the closet to cause

Unrelenting Havoc

The point is to stay inside her for eight seconds

As they heard the roar — they piled from the space with great haste

One lassos the bitch like a fucking cow, the others whip her mammoth stomach

Massive panic sets in

Desperate attempts to be released from the ass grip were over come by

Intense frustration

Overwhelmed with pain and degradation she collapses to the floor

They laughed and roared then hog-tied the whore

She was left in the street with hands bound to feet

The morning sun will bring her toll

A blistered belly and soar asshole