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searching for things to fuck and eat, sometimes fucking and eating each other if they have to, but raping strangers is much more fun than incest.
                The Sister bridges her back to drip vagina juices onto my forehead, into my eyes, and when I glance up she bursts laughter.  Then grabs my arms, pulls me up into her web, tucking my body firmly between her legs to hold me quiet and prisoner.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
               
     
                I don’t like the baby.  It just sits there and collects greasy spots, makes a home for hungry insects that want to tunnel through its limbs.  All the healthy meat was ripped off of my body to feed this sack of jiggle-flesh, such a waste of my self.  I am in pain at nights because of my sacrifice to this child and it does not thank me ever.  It doesn’t even have the decency to stop being so deformed and ugly, nor does it ever stop complaining about its repulsive looks.
                It’s like the bloated blubber of a drowned pig with eyes, hands, a foot, and a soggy black mouthhole covered in hair.  And it never wants to play black tarantula or spot zombies in the garden.  It just complains and complains, sometimes sleeps or sucks on Celsia’s tits, which oftentimes makes me jealous.
                Why did Celsia purchase my body to make children if this is the type of product we would bring into the world?  How can it expect to ever be loved by anyone, even its parents, when it looks so ugly?  If all babies came out this way, no childhood would ever work out right, nor any adulthood. 
                The world would be all illness.
                I am made from illness.
     

     

ACT TWO
     
    Something Living inside of Cunts
     
     

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
                "The rapists have taken the village," says a fishy bald girl at the door, teeth chipped spicy with sores in her eyes, speaking lightning words, a breast dangling out a tear in her brown-bloody shirt.  "It was a massacre of sex.  They fucked and fucked and fucked, raped everyone to death with knives."
                "Are they headed this way?" Celsia asks.
                "I don’t know.  I ran and ran and ran."
                "Get inside with me," Celsia ripping the tiny woman out of the outside, peaking the distance then closing the door.
                "Watch them," Celsia tells her Sister who curls down from the ceiling.  "I’m going to warn the council." And she straps spiky armor to her shoulders and disappears out the door, too quickly to think of shutting it behind her. 
                The Sister gone from the room already, bored, gone to practice tattoo-art on the blubber-ball of child.
                Wind knocking the door against the side of the house as it enters, knocking, slamming/knocking.  And from my chains I watch the young woman shivering, eyes-locked at the open doorway, haunted landscape trying to creep inside, drool fizzing down her chin to puddle between her nervous breasts, teeth clenched, her bald head stained with sticky liquid.  I crawl her pulsing parts with my sight, intrigued by a woman who is actually weaker than me, could be dominated by me.  And then she catches me staring at her and stares back until I look away, and then she eyes me up and down, sees my cocks hard and red, and I feel dominated by her, simply by the power of her glare at me.  Yes, even though she is much smaller, she could still put me in my place.
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
                "Get off!" Celsia screams, slapping the girl on top of me.  And the young woman slides off of my chest, off my penis and scrambles across the floor.
                "Bitch!" screams Celsia, kicking her away from me, our bodies shiny with sweat and other thick fluids.  "It is my fuck toy, mine to fuck!"
                The tiny girl curls up under the