Posted by Moore on May 15, 2003 at 11:34:23:
Like, I'm an angel, sent by God. Really. I'm known as Donna. I hate being named Donna. All the good angel names are taken. The host's body I'm in now is named Jill, and she is flat chested and has glasses - nerd. Luckily I get a new name, a new body and a way, way, cool chance to die often. I like, knew that would grab your dick and sit you up straight. Yeah, I'm one of the angels God sends to take the place of the souls for the bodies that are gonna die anyway. You know, to spare the innocent souls the pain and like, horror of what you sick fucks do to them. Well, what you do to me. I love what you do to me. I don't often help hosts in fatal accidents much, usually I do violent deaths. Why do I like, say OK each time to the pain, the shame, the raping? Cause there ain't no babies born in heaven. No marriage, no pre marital sex either, so like totally no fucking. I LOVE sex, it ripps. Love the passion; getting offed is more passionate. I like my host's body resisting, trembling, fighting. Can't get that worked up in Heaven. I'm glad that angel show is off the air. That show pissed me off, like, soo no way do we act that way. I know what you want. You want to know how I got killed last time. Like, how it felt, what he did, and if I came before I went. Good, killed me, yes. :) Oh all right, I'm not a tease. I entered my host's body and was like, waiting to be killed. She was named Suzy. I went to the kitchen, in this dinky apartment, and I started chain scarfing cookies - its not like my host's body will get fat, she'll be dead in a little while. I can't dance around naked though. I'm like a modern cop, I can't entrap the guy(s) to kill me. Gang rape and murder, cocks everywhere, yummy. Anyway, I was looking in the freezer for the ice cream when I get grabbed from behind. What the fuck's the word for it, a large, low, couch. Any ways, it was ugly. Red and yellow patterns. I didn't get a good look at it. He throws me on it. He's got on jeans, a tee shirt, a beard, and looked totally pissed. I bet he has issues with an ex or something. He jumps on me and wraps his strong, calloused hands around my neck, totally making me squeak. Oh, it hurts so good to be asphyxiated. Asphyxiate is a word from ancient Greece. Yeah, I was there back then too. It is like from the words not to throb. :) I don't have to say it, do I? All right, I will. Asphyxiation totally makes me throb. (Told ya I wasn't a tease.) So he is on me and pushing on my, well, really on Suzy's neck, and her eyes start hurting, and Suzy's head starts aching, and like he is totally pushing down on her neck, and I am bucking my hips, like, have me before you kill me. I bat at him, but I can't get him off of me. I always try to save my host. My host starts going out. He takes off his pants. Yahoo! I like, pant for awhile and try not to lick my lips. He rips off my lacy purple panties. He climbs on me and starts fucking me. I love the word fuck. For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. I loved the Pilgrims. They made a word out of that phrase - like scuba, what's that called? Pilgrims got lust. So much pent up lust. When they let it out, man did they let it out. Most of them knew how to skin and butcher animals, so like, that was a lot of fun. Where was I? Oh yeah, being fucked. Well, Suzy wasn't a virgin. I told him no, but he put his hands back around my throat. He isn't being smart. No condoms, lots of DNA. The cops are gonna catch him. Then it was like, gimme some tongue baby! I moved my/Suzy's hips to try and make it good for him - he'll have to keep paying for it in his afterlife. If you only think about raping and murdering someone, that's a little bad. None of you will go to Hell just for that. Actually doing it, is like, huge bad, one of the big ten bad. Oh, it should be "You better not murder" btw in modern English. (Thou shall not ... LOL - soo old.) So he's doing Suzy and she needs air. Her face must have totally looked gross. I mean, like, I don't know how he could like that purple face; we didn't even look human. Our tongue is heavy and thick. Our face feels hot, he is totally in control and driving fast, oh I need it. Air, I mean ;) Suzy's body is going out, but she comes through for me at the end, if you know what I mean. There ain't nothing I have ever done that saved my host's life. God does know what He is doing after all. There was a couple of times I managed to save the host's kids when the whole group was threatened. I feel good about that; I didn't know if I would, like, be allowed to. Suzy's death wasn't the one that ripped the most, though. One of my other hosts was decked, firm, and filled out, and taking a shower when I joined with her. It was a row of shower stalls; I don't know, like a dorm or a gym. Anyways, this other girl comes in. She's major cute too. Long dark hair, darker, exotic skin, but she totally has an attitude. But she's got a knife, like a little pocket knife. I got so hot. I'm all like "what are doing Marcy?" And Marcy's all like "you stole my boyfriend, I'm gonna cut you until your not pretty anymore." Then she gets in the shower, and we start
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