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Hisao woke up in his crib, with a familiar gesture dropped a handful of wheels, and headed for the morning routine to wash his face and other parts of the body. However, this morning there was one significant difference from other awakenings of the hero - his thoughts. He was not thinking about a neighbor who went, not about sleeping picrilite Lilichka, and not even about lemon pies. He was thinking of revenge.
"Oooo, fucking bitch, scum, fucking, creative, fuck, I’ll show you the fucking how to sew ordinary OYASH!" - thoughts roamed angrily in his head. - "You see, fucking, creative crisis-fucking, fucking, we don’t understand each other, fucking! I fucked her the best days of my life, and she like that! UUUUU FUCK!"
Pulling on the trousers, Hisao went for a walk and calm his thoughts. After all, revenge, as they say, is served cold.
Leaving school, our hero wandered towards the town. There was no desire to go to the lesson, and even his conscience could not incline him towards many-hour lectures in return for a lonely walk.
Walking to the store, Hisao noticed a huge, whore the size of a Doberman bear near him. Our hero had a hunch, at the instinct level, that a huge dog could play a decisive role in cold revenge. Entering the store, the schoolboy took a bottle of beer, and instead of snacks - dog food. Is he weird? Yes, fucking weird. And so, leaving the boutiques and mysteriously lighting, looking at the morning sky, Hisao said, almost officially, “Hey, bobik, do you need work?”
“I don’t think that you can pay for my services, chmokha,” the Doberman answered in a completely human voice.
-Huyasa, it says! - slightly surprised Hisa, but, taking himself in hand, he continued - Look, the poodle is premature, here is that pack of dog’s puppy, in advance, hooli, you’ll get a bitch for mating along the way, truncated?
-Well lan) - a little thought, agreed watchdog.

Rin got off the bus and headed toward the Tyan dormitory when she was stunned by a sudden pizdyulinna flying over her head.
Waking up, Rin saw concrete walls in front of her and felt the touch of the cold floor on her cheek. The girl also felt a crazy breeze walking between her bare buttocks.
Her position was unenviable - she was chained to the floor behind her neck and knees in such a way that her sweet ass soared upward, inviting everyone to visit her exhibition.
“Hm, that looks like butterflies, how they fly ....” Rin thought, “I think.” if I were flying, completely naked, because butterflies fly without clothes! So, I would feel just such wind flows between the legs! Eh, it’s a pity that I’m not a butterfly ... Or, perhaps, soon I will turn into a butterfly and fly, not embarrassed by my naked scribble? Hmmm, say, Hisao, but would you like to be a butterfly, well, or a dandelion, so that from a light breath rush up to the clouds? Eh, something felt like cotton candy, I wonder why ... Do you like cotton candy, Hisa-
-Well shut up, dumb bitch. - The schoolboy relishfully prescribed a pensive girl from her feet to the ebasos - right now they will fuck, well, Bobik, face!
-And you would not go to hell, where the bitch? I'm fucking a decent doberman. You know, I’m not cashing any crippled crap. - objected the Doberman, reassuring his stoyachevsky.
-Yes, damn it, pliz) I’ll buy them another che-thread later, you are dog, you’re Chevo, you’re a friend of a person, come on, help people) you are safe and I’m happy to do it))) - Hisa mumbled over.
- Wow, I'd like to talk to dogs. Although no, it’s better to talk to the eagles, because they see more, which means they can talk more! Interestingly, the eagles will understand that feeling when you see the meaning of life in a dream, but when you wake up you can’t remember? Or maybe the rabbits could-
Another blow plugged the tractor.
-I'm the one here, bitch, fucking, fucking, scum fuck, creative. - Hisao was fucking angry. - Come on fucking face, I say! - with these words, Hisa pizdanul bobika stick.
-You are a bitch, you are a bastard, Che, ”objected the dog and glared at Khisych's male dignity - those cunt, eunuch fucking), the Doberman burnt out and, gently biting, swallowed our hero’s testicles.
Hisao howled and, holding on to his bleeding crotch, fled.

“Mademoiselle, let me tell you something,” viscount Julian von Zochen gentlemanly asked (that’s how the dog’s full name sounded) - I will be gentle with you, like with any other bitch!
-Well lan))) - after all, blows to the head did not pass without a trace, and thoughts about kittens and pudding did not go to Rin's head.
Rin licked a hole oozing with juices, Julian took aim and drove his huge 12cm dog bolt into the bosom of the girl. Quickly gaining momentum, he pushed her away, and, having finished, went out into the street to chase his tail.
Nobody took care of releasing Rin, and she spent the last days of her life in creative torment, chained in the basement to the concrete floor and appealing to the tramps who climbed into the basement to spend the night