1 comments/ 31213 views/ 3 favorites Detective Murphy By: Transfix Well, this should be an interesting story, to write and read that is. Have you ever worked with someone that is a real pig? A prick? A smuck who knew best? A filthy low-life that would treat anyone with disdain and contempt; especially women? A bloke who thought that his penis, was the greatest gift to womankind. (The guys at the precinct here had heard the stories that it was only 3 inches that would have to make it the smallest prick around, unless you counted Murphy.) Well let me introduce you to Detective Murphy. Supposedly one of New York's, finest, cops. He's someone that if he got ran over, no one would miss the bastard. Unless, of cause, you had to clean the bumper of the car. So, come and meet this bastard, because he will not be here for long. * I grunted, as I pounded into my wife's arse. So tight and gorgeous. She was on all fours on the bed, trying to ride it out, and not hit her head on the wall. "More, baby." She said. She knew that she should talk dirty during sex, otherwise she would get a whack for not doing as I told her to, or not doing as I liked. "Take that bitch." I grunted with satisfaction, as I pushed further into her. I pulled her head back, by her hair. "Well, what do you think now?" I screamed at her. "You're the best fuck around Murphy." She intoned, as she locked eyes with me. "Yeah. You bet your bottom arse I'm the best." I said as I twisted the hair tighter. Just as I was about to give it a good yank, the phone rang. "What, the fuck!" I exclaimed. Pissed off that someone would dare to interrupt me while I was enjoying myself. "You better answer that." My bitch wife said. Whack... "Never talk that way to me!" I scalded her as my hand hit her face. I grunted and reached for the fucking phone. "Yeah." I said, without too much feeling. "Murphy, there's been a death and we want you to go over there to see what needs to be done." The desk sergeant said. Boy, was I pissed off. Here I was giving the bitch the best time she would ever get and they want me to go see about a stiff. "No, sarge." I said, "Send one of the other pricks." "The only prick around here Murphy is you and the Captain asked that you go personally." He told me. I could hear the smiling arseholes voice down the line. "You'll get yours." I thought to myself. "Okay, I'll go." I said rather tiredly. "Your damn well right you'll go." The prick had the nerve to say. After giving me the address, he hung up in my ear. I slammed down the phone. "Boy, what a prick of a night." I thought to myself. "Gotta go bitch." I said to the wife. "Make sure that arse is there when I get back, otherwise it's this." I said as I raised my hand to her face. It was good when she cringed back. "1921 second 21st street." I said to myself, as I pulled up at the curb. Getting out of the car, I looked around. "Not bad." I thought to myself, "Classy area." I went to the intercom and buzzed. The door opened up and I walked through to the lifts. Pressing the button, I waited for my ride. As I got out of the lift, I found the door 23a, just to my right. "Murphy." I announced as I showed my badge to the local cops. I could see that the sarge must have phoned ahead to say that I was coming, because they had sloppy grins on their faces. "Where's the body?" I asked. "In there." The, wet behind the ears, prick pointed. I walked through, into the bathroom. "Time of death, 9.45pm." The Medical Examiner said. "She's all yours." He said to me as he turned to put his instruments away. "No need to have an autopsy on this one. Straight drowning, in my books." He said, "I'll leave you with it. I have to go uptown, now." With that, he picked up his gear and left. Looking down at the corpse, in the tub, I saw that she was about 34yrs, blonde, shaven pussy and the best set of knockers I had ever seen. I was getting hard just by looking at her. I could hear the pansies talking in the other room and presently one of them came in. "We have to go and go to another death, so it's just you until the body boys get here." He smirked, as he said it. "They shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. You know, it's a busy night out there." He said with that slimy fucking grin. "Well, you and your boyfriend had better piss off." I said to the tosser. He, didn't look too happy at that, so he turned and left. Closing the door on their way out. "Now what am I to do for a couple of hours? That bitch is waiting for me to get back and give it to her. " I thought to myself. I looked again at the well-to-do bitch in the tub and started to get an erection. This was the type of woman I should have, not the slag that I did, but I could not kid myself. This type of slut in the tub would never give me the time of day. "Fucking Bitch!" I said as I turned out of the bathroom. I had a good look around the place. The fridge had a couple of beers, so I decided to help myself. I was her baby sitter, after all. I went to turn the TV on by the bed, when I noticed that she had a VCR and some tapes. "These look promising." I said to myself as I put one in the machine, pressed play and sat on the bed to watch it. The scene jumped onto the screen. Two girls and a bloke going for it on the floor, in the living room. As the bloke pounded one of the girls from behind, she was eating out the other girl, who was leaning back, with her legs wide open. "The little slut." I thought to myself, as I glanced towards the bathroom. "This bitch loved to tape herself, while she gets fucked." I gulped more of the beer, as I felt myself drawn towards the TV. My bulge growing in my pants. Just then my phone rang. "Yeah." I said. I hung up, more interested in the screen. The body collectors said, "That they were going to be at least a couple more hours and since they were rushed tonight, could I get the body out of the tub and get it ready for collection." I had done it before, a couple of times, so it was no big deal. As I crossed to the door, I looked back at the screen. The bitch was now sucking on the cock, while her friend stuck a vibrator into her cunt. I turned back to the task at hand and took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. I reached down and pulled the plug out of the drain, releasing the water. As the water receded I admired the broads body. The tits, the shaven pussy and the face. I could feel my erection growing as I leered at her. I reached down to grip her upper body, to pull her out. My hand brushed her tits. "Hmmm. That did feel nice." I thought to myself, as I ran my hand over her breast. "Bet you're not going to feel this anymore." I told her as; I lifted her out of the tub and carried her to her bed. Putting her down on the bed, I noticed that the warm water had kept her body soft and flexible. Not the usual rigor mortis that you would find on a dead person. There she was on the TV screen, getting rammed up the arse, by the bloke. I was getting a raging horn, as I rubbed myself through my pants. As I glance at the screen and back at the broad on the bed, I had a wicked notion. I walked over to the bed and flipped her over onto her back. I spread her legs open and looked at the view. Unzipping my fly and removing my trousers, I released my erection. I climbed up behind her, spread her legs and found her rear entry. She was still wet and slightly soapy, from the tub. I spread her cheeks and put the head of my penis over her anus. I didn't spend anytime on slowly easing it in, but ploughed straight in. "Gee, that felt good." As I rammed it in and out of her. I would glance at the television screen to see what they were doing. "You fucking bitch!" I yelled at her. "How do you like it now?" I asked her. Not that she was going to answer. I felt myself coming and blew into her wet arse. I pulled out of her and wiped my cock on the bed sheets. Looking at the screen, I could see that there was another bloke in the shot. This time she had one up her cunt and the second one, she had in her mouth. "Gaud, this bitch was hot!" I thought to myself, as I glanced down at her body. I could just imagine my cock in this broad's mouth. Looks like he could as well, because I could feel it stirring again. I moved to the side of the bed, by her face. I reached down and pulled her lips apart and moved the head towards my penis. "What the hell." I thought, "She's dead anyway." I stuck my penis into her mouth and fucked her that way. "This bitch was horny as a whore in a hen house." I thought to myself, as I pulled her head backwards and forwards on my erection. Just then, I thought that I could feel her tongue move over my head. "No." I thought to myself, "I'm just getting carried away with the moment. As her head was moving, I again felt her tongue move, against my cock. Looking down I saw that her eyes were open and that she was looking at me. "NO!" I screamed, as I tried to pull out of her mouth, "You're fucking dead." Her teeth held onto my erection, as they slowly increased the pressure. I hit her head with my hand, but that only forced her teeth to bite down harder. No matter what I did, they continued to close, together. I tried desperately to open her mouth up. As I looked down, she smiled that lovely smile that I had seen on the tape and bit down hard. I screamed as she bit through my cock. I pulled back and was left with a bloody mess where my penis was. Blood was going everywhere, as I tried to stem the flow. My hands could not contain the blood, as I sank slowly onto the bed. "You fucking bitch!" I screamed through my agony and my tears. I felt you move off the bed. At this stage I believed anything was possible. I curled up into a ball on the bed and felt like I was going to bleed to death. "So, you like to take me up the arse." You said in a raspy voice. I heard the sound of wood splintering from behind me. I turned and saw the chair lying off to the side. "No!" I screamed, as unseen hands grabbed me and flipped me over on the bed. Spread-Eagled. With my arse in the air. My cheeks were spread and I knew what was to come. "If it wasn't for the fact that I was going to die, I might have liked the foreplay." I thought, as the chair leg was rammed up my arse to spear my intestines and insides. "Why me?" I thought as I died. "Because, you raped me in death." Came your reply. * "And, that's how we found him sarge." The body collectors said, as they looked at my body on the bed. "Serves the pig right." He said. * And so ends the story of Detective Murphy. In life he was a pig and in death he was going to be tormented by much more than life had to offer, or so it would seem. Detective Murphy Meets The Devil "What the!" I exclaimed, as I found myself in a gray void. Nothing around me except this gray fog. No sounds; nothing to see; nothing to feel. "Actually that couldn't be right." I thought to myself, because I could hear my own thoughts; but apart from that I wasn't feeling a damn thing. I knew that I was dead. I mean that I knew that bitch, had shafted me good and proper and that I should be stone cold dead; No feelings; No thoughts; but for some unknown reason, I could still think. "Murphy!" A voice boomed out, of the void. I looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from. "It sure sounded like dear old mum." I thought. "No! It's not your mother." The voice echoed back. As the voice slowly drifted away, the fog gradually cleared to reveal a chair with some form of devil sitting on it. "Now, don't be afraid." The voice said, in a kind of mocking laughter tone. "Come here, so that I can see you." The devil said. Without seeming to move, I found myself standing before the chair. "You know who I am, don't you?" The voice asked. "Yeah; you're the devil." I said with a smirk, "The Horned One; The Big Cheese; Satan." I continued. "Hmmm, you could be right there." He replied. "So, what's this all about?" I asked. "Well, you know how bad people go to Hell for all eternity and have a good time?" He asked. "Yeah." I nodded and seemed to laugh at the same time. "Well, I have good and bad news for you." He said. "The bad news is that I have the good time and the good news is that you have a bad time. He said in a funny way. "Oh!" Was all I could reply. "I mean it couldn't be that bad." I started to think to myself, when...... "Come here bitch." Said a voice. "Huh." I heard myself say, as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, as the hand pulled me back. "Let go you prick." I said, but my voice sounded different. Almost girlish in its' tone. "What's that?" The bloke who had hold of me said. I said, "Let me go, you prick." Again the voice was mine, but it had a feminine quality to it. "I thought that's what you said." He replied, as he hit me with his fist. I fell down onto a pile of garbage. I struggled to remain calm as I gathered my wits. I looked down towards my legs and noticed that I was in a dress and high heels. I tried to take stock of the situation, but it was hard to comprehend what was happening to me. I was sure I was just talking to the devil and the next...I am in women's clothing in an alley with one, no make that two blokes, I noticed as I looked up. Judging by the size of my cleavage I had large breasts, as well. The guy who had hit me reached down and pulled me upright, with his hand. "You, want anymore?" He asked in a threatening voice. "No." I found myself replying. I knew that I wasn't any match for them, in my present state. "That's good. You see my friend and I want to party and you are the lucky girl tonight." He sneered, as he leaned in close and kissed me on the lips. I tried to pull away, "I'm a bloke." I thought to myself. He pulled my head closer, as his lips mashed mine. His breathe stunk of stale alcohol and cigarettes. "That's better." He said as he pulled back, grinning. "Now lets' see those tits of yours." He said. I crossed my arms across my chest, knowing that I had done the same in my former life to women I had known. "Now, that's not nice." Smelly Breath said to me, as he reached and grabbed my arms. "Leroy, you do the honors." He said to his mate. I tried to struggle, but it was no good. I wasn't strong enough. Leroy produced a knife and grinned as he started to cut away my dress. "No. Please don't." I sobbed as the dress was pulled away from my body and thrown down in a heap, on the ground. "That's nice." Leroy said, as he reached out and pinched my nipple and kneaded my breast. "Can I go first?" He asked, of Smelly Breath. "No, you wait your turn, but she may do us both, if we ask her nicely." He told Leroy. Leroy grinned at that. Showing yellow stained teeth that were uneven and unsightly. "Now on your knees, bitch." Smelly Breath said, as he forced me into a kneeling position, "You know what to do." I had never been in this position before, where I had to go down on another bloke. I was not even sure that I would be able to do it. My hands trembled as I reached for his fly. As I unzipped his fly his manhood sprang out and nearly hit me in the face. My head jumped backwards, but not as quick as Smelly Breath's hands pushed my head back towards his cock. "Suck it, bitch." He snarled. I reached out a shaky hand to steady his cock and opened my mouth to admit it. It tasted like old leather and smelt a whole lot worse. I was nearly gagging as he thrust it into my mouth and out again. "Feels good. Don't it?" He snarled. I didn't reply, so he gripped my hair harder and pull my head back. "Well! Don't it?" He said through gritted teeth. "Yes." I managed to say, before his cock impaled my mouth, again. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. Working my teeth and tongue to advantage. Although I was new to this, I remembered what I had liked. "That's better." He said. I looked over at Leroy and saw that he had his penis out as well and was giving it a workout. Smelly Breath pulled my head back and said, "Turn around and get on all fours." I pulled my knickers down, as I turned around and assumed the position. It was not easy, in the garbage. I heard Smelly Breath get down behind me and then I felt a sharp pain as he entered me from behind. He pushed deep within my cunt. His balls bouncing off my backside. "Leroy, use her mouth." He said to his mate. Leroy kneeled down next to my head and stuck his penis into my mouth. I was now being fucked from behind and sucking at the same time. I could feel my barriers come down as I started to get into a rhythm. The balls on my arse and taste of the cock in my mouth. "Hmmmm." I started to coo. "The bitch is starting to like it now." Smelly Breath said. The more he pounded into my cunt, the tighter the muscles seemed to grab his cock and the more excited I became. "Yes, I want more." I said, around Leroy's cock. "I'm coming." Smelly Breath said. "So am I." Leroy added. "Yes, me too." I panted; as I pushed my hips back further to try and take as much cock as I could. "Yes....huh!" I said as I found myself back in front of the devil. "That was good, wasn't it Murphy?" He asked of me. I felt weak at the knees, as I had an orgasm and blew a load over his feet. "Now clean that up, with your tongue." He said. I hurried to obey, as I still felt the affects of that transformation. "You never know where you may be, or who you may be." He said, as he disappeared from my view, leaving me in that gray void, yet again. Detective Murphy: The Lesson "How did you find that?" The Devil boomed with laughter. I was crouched down on the mists floor, shaking trying to get that sight out of my mind. That hatchet was enormous and it looked lethal. Just the thought of it and I was in dry tears. "What's the matter Murphy, can't take a little pleasure and pain?" He said to me. I turned my head to look up at him, sitting on his throne; "Pig." I thought to myself, "Prick, Scumbag." "That's better. That's the Murphy I created." He laughed. "What do you mean, that you created?" I asked, suspiciously. "You see, I have" He started to say, "No, I will show you." He finished. With that we were next in a room filled with all type of medieval contraptions. I recognized a few from my childhood in England. "You see this is where I teach all of my subjects how to react and learn different lessons. Here they learn to maim, kill, rape, torture, incest; all manner of depravity, that I enjoy watching." He stated, as his eyes glowed from inner fire of hate and pure lust. "Since you were so traumatized by my doctor, I'll let you have some fun here." He said like a kind and understanding father. As we looked about the room, a person stepped forward. Dressed in a leather vest, laced up at the front, but still showing off an enormous pair of tits. Glancing down towards her crotch, where it was open, I nearly choked. Where she should have female organs, was an enormous 8" cock. I could hardly take my eyes of it. "Yes, it's a beauty, isn't it?" The devil spoke with lust; "Meet Mistress Chilled Vodka. One of our lovely Trans-sexual BDSM teachers." I had never seen a she-male before, but I felt my loins start to grow, as I looked at her form. "Yes, that's better Murphy. Get hot. Get horny. For she will be your teacher, for this lesson." He laughed as he spoke and then disappeared in a cloud of mist. I was left alone with this female of generous proportions. Sheer pleasure was written over my face as she approached. "You are going to have to earn that pleasure Murphy." She said with a knowing smile. "You see I can read your thoughts, so if you disobey me, it will be worse for you." "NOW! Come here." She shouted. I went to walk over to her. As I neared her she kicked me in the balls; "On all fours when you walk, you pig!" She said. "Fucking Bitch." I yelled at her. WHACK! The back of her hand hit my face; "You will not call me names here! You will address me as Mistress Vodka! You will do as I say! Or you will go back to see a certain doctor. It's your choice!" she smiled. "Now put that on." She said, as she threw a studded collar down at me. "What the?" I thought. WHACK! "Not very bright are you Murphy. Didn't I just get through telling you that I could read your mind?" She told me. "Yes." I sneered up at her. WHACK! "Yes, who?" She said. "Yes, Mistress Vodka." I answered. "That's better." She told me, "The quicker you learn, and the more fun we can have." I put the collar on around my neck and stayed on all fours. "That's better Pig Dog. From now on that's your name." She said, as she reached down and attached a leash to my collar. "Now lets go for a walk." She said as she pulled the collar hard. I found it hard to keep up to her. Walking on all fours was not an easy task. As we walked around or that should be: - she walked around and pulled me along after her. "There's something missing here." She said questioningly, while she looked at me, "I know. Turn around Pig Dog and spread those cheeks." "Maybe she was going to fuck me." I thought to myself. "In your dreams." Came the reply as I felt something shoved into my arse. The pain hurt for a while but then it grew less. I turned to look to see what she had done and could just make out a.... bloody hell it was a plumbers plunger sticking out of me. I went to reach behind me to take it out. WHACK! "No you don't Pig Dog. You're an animal and as you know all animals have tails." She laughed. "Bloody Cunt." I thought. WHACK! "I told you I read thoughts, didn't I!" She said yet again. "Yes Mistress Vodka." I said with a trace of venom. "That's better, lets go for a walk." She said as she pulled the leash sharply. I scampered around after her. She lead me to different equipment and told me what it was used for and how much pain it could inflict. Some were just plain nasty; like the vagina extender, which looked like a vice but in reverse. Instead of bringing something together, you inserted it and it forced the lips apart, tearing the walls as it went. "Here eat this." She said as she deposited a bowl on the floor in front of me. "What is..."? I started to say. WHACK! Only this time she also yanked the chain, so that when my head was on the ground, she stood on my neck with her high heel stiletto. "What have you been told."? She snarled at me, "Don't question my orders." "Sorry Mistress Vodka." I tried to say as she crushed my windpipe. I lowered my head and started to eat from the bowl. What ever it was tasted okay or was it that I got used to it. It was hard to tell. When I was finished she said, "That's a good Pig Dog. You can have a reward now." My "tail" waged at this. Mistress vodka got done on the floor facing away from me, "You can fuck my arse." She said, "Just like a true dog." I came up behind her and sniffed her rear. It may have been the way I acted like a dog, because she smelt beautiful. My erection was growing steadily bigger. I started to lick her crack and I felt her shiver. "Hmmm." She cooed softly. I increased the pressure of my tongue and forced her cheeks apart with my hands. I came to her anus and licked around it savoring the taste and smell. I slowly licked and inserted my tongue into her butt hole. She really enjoyed this, as she pushed her butt back into my face. I took that as a cue to move up over her back and position my cock at her forbidden door. "Rut me like a true dog." She urgently said. With that I pushed through her anus and went in deep. All 7" (I wasn't that big in normal life)went in and I was buried to the hilt. I increased my humping as I felt her squirm. She started to match my rhythm as I fucked her. I would push inwards and she would push her bum back, to take me in deep. "Don't stop." She screamed with pleasure. I don't know if it was the plunger up my arse, but my erection was huge and had never felt so good. I started to cum, exploding deep within her arse, as she shuddered. Shooting deep within her bowels with live semen, oozing throughout her and then leaking out around my cock as it slowly decreased in size. "Hmm, that was nice Pig Dog." Mistress Vodka said dreamily, "You can lick me clean now, because I came as well." I looked around and saw the cum in front of her, on the ground. As I withdrew from her arse the cum started to flow out. I lent forward and started to lick up the cum, with huge licks. Eventually her backside was cleaned and she turned around to face me. Her cock was still large, like it had never produced any cum. It looked like one of those that could go and go. "Yes, It's one of the perks here, it never goes down. Now lick it clean." She said as she gripped her shaft and pulled my head down to it. I opened my mouth and took the head in, slowly rotating my mouth so that it would give pleasure. My tongue moved up and down the shaft as I took more of her in. She filled my mouth and I was worried that she would not fit. As I deep throated her, I heard her moan with delight. She pressed her hands to the back of my head to force me to take her further in my mouth. I started to suck faster as I tasted some her cum. "Don't Stop." I heard a females voice say, as I was eating out a hairy cunt. The hands were still on the back of my head, forcing me to use my tongue and lips and sometimes even my nose. I continued to pleasure women as I felt the plunger still buried in my arse. "That's it junior." Pleasure your dear old mother, the voice said. I looked up aghast. It was my mother that I was eating out. She smiled at me and pushed my head back to her cunt, "Oh well." I thought to myself, "She tastes good." As my tongue started its chore once again. "Where's dad?" I managed to say around a mouthful of hair. "Right behind you son." He said as he pounded into my arse with his cock. He had become the plunger that was stuck there previously. "I can tell that your butt is not that much of a virgin these days." My dad stated as he fucked my behind. "No dad, it's been a very strange time." I said as started to tell them about my life as we continued to fuck each other, just like we had done before I had left England to travel to the states. All I knew was that I had better enjoy this before the Devil decided to play another trick on me. Detective Murphy: The Prick "So, you enjoyed that did you?" The devil said. "Yeah, it was great and " I started to tell him. "That wasn't a question for you; you little prick." The devil stated as his face ballooned in front of mine, forcing me to jump back a few paces. His face returned to it's normal size, as he contemplated something, but what it was, I could not guess; but if being a woman or just myself and getting fucked or doing the fucking, I didn't think that he could do anything to me, that I would not enjoy. He noticed the leer on my face and smiled. Not one of your kind smiles, but rather one that would freeze your balls to your prick and then snap it off. "Yes, that would be nice." He laughed as he looked at me, "So be it." He disappeared from my sight or did I disappear from his, I was not too sure. Suddenly I found myself in a dark and dank room, unable to move my arms or legs and covered by a silky type of rubber suit. "What's this?" I thought to myself. "You just shut up and do your job." Came a reply, from a voice I didn't know, and what was this about doing my job? Suddenly I was moving in an up and down motion, or was that sideways? I still could not move my arms, but as I looked down, I discovered I did not have arms. I screamed or tried to. I was breaking out in a sweat here. I glanced further down, as the motion increased and discovered that my legs were gone. It was hard to see with no light but a thin crack down below me. " Hang on, below me." I thought to myself; but as I looked harder I saw that I did have feet or were they Balls? "Balls." I thought, "The bastards gone and made me a prick for real." Now that I knew the situation, I was in. I could enjoy myself. "That's better." Came that raspy old voice again. I discovered that I could feel, see, taste and hang on; something was drooling out my mouth. "Oh shit!" I said or tried to anyway, as I found that I was frothing at the mouth. "Pre cum." I thought. "Great now I get to be a real jerk, but instead of swallowing cum, I was producing it. That meant that a condom covered me. The movements become more erratic as I was slammed against the walls, cervical walls, soft, yet moist with a reddish dark pink texture. "So this is what it feels like." I thought as I started to let my self-go. I could feel the tension in my muscles building as I came close to coming. The sounds I could hear were just the blood rushing through me and from the surrounding walls. In and out I went, sometimes seeing daylight, but mostly darkness. Suddenly I heard a moan and spewed up everywhere within the condom. I was drenched and there was no end to it, as is quickly filled the area around me. I tried to spit it out, but there was just too much. Slowly my muscles relaxed and I found I could move a little. As this happened I was pulled back into the sunlight and had a chance to look around. I had never seen a clit so big as the one I was just in, but then again I was only 3 inches big now. "Thanks Gloria." I heard that voice say, "You sure are a good lay for $50 bucks." I felt hands around my bottom. As the condom was removed I could breathe again. I must admit this was strange. I looked around, or was that flopped around and could see Gloria. She wasn't a great looker, but I had fucked worse looking broads in the past. "You did well." The voice said. "So, you can hear me?" I said. "Yeah, I can. In me head, it's always been that way." The voice, hang on, Clem said as he wiped me off. I could tell he was used to handling me, since his touch was soft and gentle, but firm as well. It went dark as he pulled on his pants. Some hours went past and I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I felt was his pants coming off and he was getting put into a hospital gown. Just before I was covered I could make out a sign on the far wall, "Bellevue Looney Asylum." "This wasn't good." I thought to myself. I felt Clem move around the room and then he must have moved somewhere else, because I could hear voices. "Howdy Clem." "Good to see ya back." "Get your rocks off, did ya, you old fart?" "Hi, Honey." I heard you say, to that female voice. "Yeah, I got me rocks off, but I sure could go again, if you want." Clem said to the female voice. "Okay, you're are on." The Honey returned, in a friendly tone. This was going to be great if I could get in so soon yet again. I started to feel a rush of blood, as the thought crossed my mind. "I don't have any condoms." Clem said. "Augh, no need to worry about that, you know that I have the clap anyway." Honey stated. "Oh shit." I thought to myself. "Don't worry your head none; get it head none." Clem said, "You've been there before. "But not in this form I have not." I thought to myself. I heard a door close and more blood rush through my body. The gown was removed and finally I could see Honey and I wish I had kept my eye closed, because she was a toothy old hag. "Shit, if I was alive I would not have even given her one of my used condoms, that's if I ever wore them." I thought. I was gripped around my waist, by her hand, as she said, "Who's a hard boy then?" As she squeezed tight. "That hurt.' I said. "You'll be okay Clem chirped up. Her hand guided me to her pussy lips. "What was that stench?" I thought, but then I saw the red angry lips and small yellow puss droplets and I knew that this was going to be hell for sure. She guided me in through those lips, into a smelly, dark and dank cunt. I could make out the open sores on the walls and tried not to touch those. Somehow when you are a prick you can't control your direction or some movements, They felt very slimy and wet and oozed out this ugly looking stuff. I swallowed and some went into my mouth. I tied not to swallow, but it came in and went straight down. I felt like pucking. Clem increased his movements and I was flung here, there and everywhere in his endeavor to have an orgasm. I felt my body tense and hard. "I better get this over with quickly." I thought. The tension built and I felt my stomach content rise as I spewed forth cum. I wanted to produce lots so that I could get the taste out of my mouth and the contents out of my stomach. After a couple of minutes, he pulled me out into the light. "Was I glad of that." I thought. "Just for that you're not getting wiped down." Clem intoned. Great, I was going to stink like this for a week. Well it wasn't quite a week, because I developed ugly sores and gave off a noxious odor and coughed up some smelly yellow gunk. Clem told me he was going to take me to see the doctor. "At least he can get some pills." I thought to myself, "And get me well again." As he sat on the table, he lifted his gown and showed me to the doctor. "Hmmm, that looks rather nasty." The doctor said; "You still talk to it?" He asked. "Sure do Doc, why?" Clem asked. The doctor turned back, with one of the worse looking probes that I had ever seen and said, "I have to shove this down into him and scrape all the puss and bits out of him, to get him better and it is going to hurt a great deal. I screamed and kept on screaming as he came at me with that hatchet.