Commander Titjob walked away, his mouth a permanent grin.
“You were tops, doll… but you’re done.”
The 15 Hermaphrodites and the two villains walked off.
Satisfied.
Epilogue
“Jane Weathers, AKA Tittyhawk.”
The coroner examined the semen covered corpse, her skin lifelike and still a little warm, “No tissue damage or decomposition…” he lifted her arm, come sloughing off her body, dried and yellow, “if they hadn’t just told me she was 2 days old, I’d think they were nuts.”
He continued his exam, eventually collecting samples and washing her off, taking care to take time on her massive tits and thoroughly used pussy, “Probably rape case… looks like they fucked her to death.”
He turned the recorder off, his eyes glued to her ass, his hands probing her globes, her skin soft and warm.
He knelt and sniffed, her pussy scent strong in the room, her lips seeming to moisten at his ministrations. He stood and unzipped his now fully erect cock, shoving into her snatch, his grunts of approval and closed eyes making him unaware of her tits, pulsating and red, under the sheet.
After only a few seconds he comes, his dick popping out, 4” and skinny. He covers her up after cleaning his dick, placing her corpse in the freezer.
To be continued…
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