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                                   The Fetus

                                       by

                               Bloody Afterbirth

                                 Toxic File #1

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     Eons ago...Before Earth...Before the Universe...Before time...Before "I
Am"...Yes, even before Cow, there existed a force of unequaled power and
destructive force...the mighty Coathanger!
     Coathanger was a multidimensional entity, existing in all places and in
none, for He was all-in-all, all-that-is.  He alone could truly have been called
an opposite of Creator.  Coathanger the Malevolent, Coathanger the Destroyer,
Coathanger the Barbarian, Coathanger the Pissed Off...All names given to the
Mighty One.  He alone had the power to destroy, to pervert, to anger.  To Him
all feelings against peacefulness were given.
     Coathanger desired followers.  But He was Destruction, not Creation.  Only
by perversion and rage could followers be gained.
     Creator, too, desired followers.  Shared Omnipotence with Loud Mouth was
not the desired existence Creator had in mind.  In a vain attempt to impress
Coathanger, Creator willed the Universe into existence, a place for his
followers to occupy.  With a mighty "Uuuuuumph!" Creator brought Man into
existence, giving his puppets a small ball of dirt to develop on.  With an
almighty sigh, Creator lay back to nap, laughing softly at Coathanger's
bewilderment.
     Rage filled The Mighty One's existence.  Would that he could only create as
Softy could.  He looked upon Creation, and said "This is not good.  Ahhh, but
what is THIS?  Man.  Creator desires followers...  I shall make them my own... I
shall corrupt their minds..."

--And down on The Ball Of Dirt--

     "Aw, C'mon, I didn't mean what I said about you being dickless!  Hey, give
me another chance!  Stop walking away!  Wo, man!"
     The other stopped, pondering the other's statements...  "Wo, man?  Wo man.
Woman.  I like that.  I'll stay if you agree that I am Woman, and you are but
Man."
     "Oh, alright, whatever..."
     Woman began to take in her surroundings.  They were in a cave, a dirty one
at that.  Rocks were strewn everywhere...Mess Mess Mess Mess...She suddenly had
an urge to remove the clutter.  She began picking up the rocks and, with an
armful of them, walked out of the cave.  As she neared the exit, she dropped a
rock, and bent to pick it up.
     Man sat upon a moss-covered rock, watching Woman clean the cave.  Well,
actually, he was watching the rounded posterior of Woman cleaning the cave.  But
when she bent to pick up the rock, Man noticed something ELSE!  A hairy mass on
the other side, where her dick should have been.  Only, when she bent, the mass
parted, and Man stared in lustful awe at the delicious looking pink flesh.  Hey,
there's a HOLE in there!  Man suddenly noticed that his dick was erect!  Perhaps
there is a connection between the two events...Hmmm...
     Woman finally got the rock, and stood erect once again.  Man lost sight of
the mound of lust-meat.  Slowly he lost his erection, and suddenly the two rock
type things below his dick were aching.  He rolled off the rock in pain,
wondering what it was that Woman's hole was for...

     Looking for a suitable place to dump the rocks, Woman walked farther and
farther from the cave.  She spotted a gulley near a copse of trees, and headed
towards it.  As she came close to the trees, she noticed that they all bore
fruit.  One fruit in particular appealed strongly to her.  It was a glossy red
thing, it looked delicious.
     "NO!"  A booming voice echoed through Woman's slightly emtpy head, causing
her to drop all of the rocks, which fortunately rolled into the gulley.
     "What?  Who said that?"
     "NO, CUNT.  EAT NOT THE FRUIT OF THIS TREE.  I AM YOUR CREATOR.  I MADE
YOU.  IF YOU DISOBEY ME, I SHALL TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HAPPENS.  DON'T
SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.  NOW BE ON YOUR WAY, CUNT."
     "Cunt?  CUNT?  You sexist, male-chauvanistic ---"  ZZzzzaaaaapBOOOM!  As
the lightning bolt shattered a nearby tree, she decided that maybe she should
ignore the name-calling this time.
     "Ah well...  Since the rocks are dumped, guess I may as well go back and
dust the cave now..."
     "Psssssssst...Hey, you.  Cm'here."
     Woman looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice.
She didn't SEE anyone...Hmmm...Oh!  There, in the tree with that delicious red
thing in it...She saw something, a shadow...
     "Eeeeeeek!  A SNAKE!  A SNAKE!  A SNAKE!  HELP!"
     "Shaddup!  be quiet!  Ssssssssshhhhhhh!  I ain't a snake, lady, look!"
     That which was speaking dropped from the tree, and woman looked down upon
it in bewilderment.
     "Hey, you AREN'T a snake....You're a....a...a dick!"
     "Yes, all-knowing Woman, you are correct.  But this is only a shape, a
shape for guidance."
     "Guidance?  What the HELL good is a DICK?"
     "Eat the fruit...Yesssss, eat the fruit!  It shall give you KNOWLEDGE,
knowledge of what is good and evil...IT shall provide you with all the
answers..."
     "Hmmm...Well, I dunno, Loud Voice In My Head told me NOT to, don't think I
WANT to..."
     "It'll give ya equal rights!"
     Woman leaped for the nearest tree, climbing up it in search for the biggest
fruit she could find.  Ah, at last, she found what she was looking for, and
jumped back to the ground.  She turned to thank The Dick-Shape, but it was gone.
     "Hmmm, oh well, I'll find him later."  She nibbled the fruit...There was a
wet sweetness in her mouth as cool juices flowed in.  She took a bigger
bite...This time, though, it was different...It was salty and hot...But she
LIKED it!  It was GOOD!  Oh, she had to have MORE!  She began taking huge bites
out of the fruit.  She picked more of the fruit, eating it all, gorging herself
on it!  A tingling sensation spread throughout the mound of hair-covered flesh
between her legs!  A wetness developed, a soft itching feeling started.  Oh, she
HAD to have something inside it! Oh Oh Oh!  The Dick!  It would be perfect!  She
MUST have it!  But it was gone!  Oh, she WANTED it!  She NEEDED it!  MAN HAD
ONE!
     Woman ran as fast as she could, trailing a stream of hot pussy juices as
she neared the cave.  "MAN!  COME!"  She burst into the cave, Man lying on the
floor.  As She entered, he looking up, and his Dick suddenly took on the shape
of the one that had spoken to her!
     She mounted!  A warm tingling sensation spread over Man's cock, the muscles
of Cunt pulsating and vibrating and working at Cock.  Man rolled her over and
mounted Doggy-Style.
     Moans of ecstacy came from Woman's throat, Man began to pump his hips.
     "Fuck me Alex, errr Adam!  FUCK me Adam!  FUCK ME ADAM!  FUCK ME ADAM!
FUCK ME!  HARDER!  HARDER  FASTER FASTER HARDER FASTER PUMP IT BABY FUCK ME FUCK
ME HARDER FASTER RAM IT DOWN OH ALL THE WAY IN ME OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
     The hot juices of love burst from Cock, mingling with the flood of Cunt
Love-Juice, Man and Woman stunned by the fee,ings, too awed to move.  Man
unmounted and laid on the floor, looking at Woman's Hole, knowing now what that
was for.  He was tired, oh so tired, this was exhausting...
     "Adam...  Do it again...  I want MORE!  I NEED IT!  GIVE IT TO ME!"
     "No babe, I'm tired, can't we wait?"
     "NOW!!!"  She leaped through the air and slammed her Venus Mound down onto
Man's still throbbing Love Muscle.  If he was too tired to fuck her, she'd just
have to fuck him.  She rammed him, rolled him over and suddenly he too got
involved.  Both their hips bucked in passion, and once again they came together.
     "OOOooooh that was Good!  Don't stop, let's do it MORE!  Up my ass this
time!  RAM me up my HOT PULSATING ASS!"
     Adam rolled his Partner over, and mounted her ass from behind, rammed his
Cock DEEEEEEEEEP into her Shit Hole.   He fucked her harder and faster, he'd
never known anything this TIGHT would feel so GOOD!  He didn't hear her screams
of pain, all he knew was that THIS BUTT'S FOR HIM!
     "OOoooohhhh!!"  Adam came all in Eve's ass, oozing his love-gum all inside
her, which seemed to ease her pain a little...  She pulled away from his ass,
and laid down on an animal skin...  Dick was right...She now knew the difference
between Good and Evil, and ass-fucking was definitely EVIL.
     "Don't ever do that again, Adam...  I can't take that again..."
     "I know what you mean...Look, you shit on my dick!"

     Coathanger looked upon his work with satisfaction.  Woman had partaken of
the Aphrodisiac Apple...  With the lusts of sex, and what would soon follow, He
would soon have the followers he desired...

     The next day Adam and Eve again mounted in the throes of passion, fucking
each other's brains out...  They did it in the cave, on the cave, in the trees,
on the ground, in the river, everywhere.  For weeks, the pair engaged in the
kinkiest sex-rites that the human mind can devise, and a few that they had to
borrow from some of the animals.  Such a Fuck-Fest has never been equalled in
all eternity.  And the reason for this soon made itself clear. . .
     "Hey bitch, I want your cunt, give it to me."
     "Not now, I have a headache."
     "Headache my ass, I ain't fucking your ears, I want a piece and I mean to
have it!"  Adam made a move to force himself on his Woman and promptly receive a
blow in the balls.
     Woman felt sorry for what she had done, she had no idea that simply kneeing
him would have caused such pain...  She must keep a note of that, but she felt
she must also make up for it...  "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
     "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh....Like that's...gonna...do a lot...of good...<GASP>"
     Eve knelt down beside Adam and kissed the head of his dick.  Man's eyes lit
up.  "HEY, that felt GOOD!  Do it some more, hey, use your whole mouth!"


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Phucked up. That's how my life's been for the last 3 years. Phuckin phucked.
Problems at home, problems at school, problems with friends, you name it,
it was all happening. Until I met two of the most beautiful girls I've ever
seen, Tracy and Suzanne. They were simply perfect; roundest asses, biggest
breasts with prefect rounded curves. Tracy and I became good friends, and
then Suzanne moved here from California. Tracy and Suzanne became good
friends, and it was through Tracy that I met Suzanne. Over the first few
months of our friendships, we all three hung out alot - we went to the
movies, cruising, and hanging out with just about everyone else we knew.
But not until about 7 months ago did anything go any further. It happened
this way.

   We had been to the late movie one Friday night and we decided rather
than go home we'd all just crash at Suzanne's house. Her parents were
in Texas at a convention, so we thought it'd be beest to crash there.
I was taking a shower and I heard Tracy and Suzanne in the next room
talking about guys. I thought nothing of it until they begin to get
engrossed in a deep conversation about sex. I pretended to be taking a
shower but all the while I was listening to the two of them talk. I
finished taking my shower and passed through the room. They both looked
at me and told me to sit down. As the conversation proceeded, we were
all talking openly about sex. We were all three becoming closer friends,
finding out each other's deepest fantasies and lusts. Before I even
comprehended what was happening, Suzanne began running her hand up my
leg. She unzipped my Levi's jeans and slid them to the floor. I placed
my hands on her breasts, I removed her tight halter top and draped it
across the chair. Her nipples were hard and projecting. She grabbed
my now fully erect cock and began licking it passionately. I grabbed
her tits and rubbed her nipples; I could tell she was starting to
turn on fully. I pulled her head away from my dick. We looked each
other in the eyes. We did not experience shame; only a deep inner
understanding for each other. Tracy sat there, somewhat unbelieving,
somewhat jealous. Her two closest friends were making out and it
kind of sickened her. I pulled Suzanne to her feet and led her
to her bedroom. I laid on the bed, by this time fully naked and
increasingly horny. She slid her tight jeans to the floor, revealing
her tight and well-formed thighs. I grabbed her lace panties and slowly
pulled them to the floor, revealing her by this time wet pussy in all
its glory. She turned sit on the bed and I got for the first time a
good view of her ass. It was simply perfect; every curve was in its
place and it was altogether a very nice ass, to bluntly put it. She
licked my cock several times and said "hey baby, let's do 69's all
night". I thought she was joking but she turned and began licking
my cock again, and she was in the ever-famed position; her pussy
was only inches away from my face. She began sucking on my dick,
it felt exceptionally good, and I told her so. I began licking
her juices and eating her out. I thrust my tongue as deep as I
could into her vagina; she moaned and began sucking my dick harder.
We continued our oral acts for several minutes; each just dying to
climax but teasing each other and slacking off so we couldn't come.
I got up off the bed for a moment and she moaned in ecstacy and
thrust herself forward to the side of the bed and continued
giving me head. I backed off and she turned forward; she now lay
spread-eagled on the bed. I got onto the bed and lay above her. She
grabbed my dick and began whacking me off, and before I could come she
stopped. She laughed. I sucked on her tits and she moaned. We felt an
urge coming on; I entered her slowly and slick as a rabbit. She put her
hands on my ass, I licked and sucked her tits. Our first fuck seemingly
lasted forever. We both climaxed and she moaned loudly; we came as one.
I licked the cum off her pussy, she sucked the cum off of my dick.
   We came out of the bedroom and Tracy was sitting on the couch,
dumbfounded. Her two closest friends had just fucked. I took Tracy
home, she hardly spoke. The next day Suzanne and I went to the mall,
Tracy stayed home, somehwta mad at us both. That night I went to
Tracy's house, and the same thing happened. Tracy and I were sitting
in her bedroom listening to music, we began to kiss. I pulled off
her shirt and bra and begin licking her firm tits. She pulled down
my pants and began whacking me off. Finally we threw in the towel
and just stripped each other down completely naked. We licked and
sucked for several minutes, stopping to realize that the two of us
were actually making out. We were both to the point where we were
simply bursting with cum, and we fucked. She seemed to feel a deeper
sense of sex than did Suzanne. When we were done we licked each other's
cum and I went home.
   The next night the three of us were together again. Tracy and I
finally broke down and told Suzanne that we had fucked. But instead
of Suzanne being pissed, she took it well. She was happy to see that
we all got along, both friendly and sexually. We talked for awhile,
then we all decided to go take a shower together. Running some mildly
hot water, we all "showered". Suzanne grabbed my erect cock and
began whacking me off. Tracy slid two fingers in my asshole. Suzanne
stopped and spanked Tracy on the ass. Tracy giggled. I slid my
snake into Suzanne's cunt and playing with her tits with one hand.
With the other hand I fingered Tracy. We took turns. I then switched
and entered Tracy; fingering Suzanne. They both came. Then they
took turns sucking my dick until I finally came; it was very
pleasurable. We finished our shower by washing the cum off of each
other.
   Night after night we all made out, sucked, and fucked. Finally
we got where we couldn't have enough. Tracy was good and breaking
and entering. Suzanne was smooth and could steal shit without
getting caught. I could take control easily and could get away
with whatever I wanted. Our three abilities put together, we
decided we could break into people's houses and rape them to
satisfy our growing sexual urges. We loved the taste, smell, and
feel of each other's cum, and we wanted to see what other people's
cum was like. The first house we ever broke into was picked
completely at random. We were slick. We could disguise ourselves
easily and we went protected so no traces of fingerprints or
semen could be found. We broke into our first house at approximately
midnight. We found the first bedroom of the house, a nine-year-old
child slept soundly. We left her alone. We came to the parent's
bedroom. As the couple slept (we had no idea who the fuck they were)
we bound their hands and feet to the bedposts. We gagged them and then
shut and locked the door. As Tracy and I yanked on the bonds to
tighten them fully, Suzanne pounced on the man and ripped his
clothes off savagely. I was amazed to see such forcefulness. My cock
began to rise, and Tracy grabbed the man's dick and began sucking
it viciously. I watch for a moment, and then the wife turned to
me. She tried her damnedest to scream but the gag prevented her. My
cleverly disguised face blended with the dark of the room and I
ripped the woman's bra off. I sucked on her tits the rammed my hand
down her gown to her cunt. I fingered her for a minute then threw
off her gown and slid my dick ever-so-slyly into her and banged
the bitch. She was quite good. I did not lick her juices afterward,
I was afraid we were going to wake the child if we stayed much
longer. Tracy and Suzanne were taking turns sucking the man's dick
and fucking him. He came, against his will, and both Tracy and
Suzanne shared the taste of his cum. They found it most interesting,
different from mine. Suzanne threw a thin sheet over both of their
heads and we left through a back door. We called it a night and
we all went home. We talked the next night about the events and
we found that we all enjoyed the experience and power of bondage
and rape.
   We planned another "spree" and soon we picked another house;
a house in which we knew there were some teenagers. We broke into
the house and located the teenager's bedrooms. Tracy and Suzanne
found a guy, about 17, and they bonded him and performed sexual
acts upon him as they did upon the man before, this time only
better, more clever, more powerful. I entered the room of
a 16-year-old girl, nice looking and with damn big breasts.
I bonded her, blindfolded her and gagged her. I played around
only a few minutes; it took me no time to fuck her good and
be on my way. We left just as easily as we came (ha! a play on
words). We went back to Tracy's house and discussed the events
and found them to be even more enjoyable than those of the previous
night. We decided next time we had a "horny spree" we would find
us some fine quality teenage guys and bitches.
   We talked openly for a few hours and joked around, calling
ourselves a "bunch of little horny toads". Thus came about our
next few months of "horny toad sprees"; enjoying sex and ecstacy
to its fullest.
   More sex recounts to come soon (another play on words), I
fear being caught in the act and going to hell..er..jail, but
for now Tracy, Suzanne, and I will continue to ravage the town
and fulfill our deepest sexual desires; with each other and with
those around us.


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Pussy. Yeah, that nice wet soft female sex object us guys just fuckin flip
out over. But what happens when that nice young female dies? Oh yeah if
you're a fuckin gross-ass necropheliac you can keep her and use that
stone-hard bitch as a fuck doll, but nah. You've loved her cunt for a long
long time, why not keep it? Put that bitch to use. Here I present:

50 uses for the household pussy
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1. So you've got your dead bitch's twat. What can you do with it? Use it
to apply shoe polish to your finest Sunday shoes.

2. When you're horny as hell just remember your sweet, but now deceased,
girlfriend and put her cunt in your hand to masturbate with.

3. Use it as a sponge to wash your car.

4. Use it as a coaster for your drinks.

5. Having guests over for dinner? Top your favorite casserole with it.

6. Use it as a table centerpiece at your annual banquet of America's
most prestigeous businessmen.

7. Hey, it's reusable toilet paper!

8. Give it to your new girlfriend as a makeup brush.

9. Bake it in the oven and use it as steel wool to scour pots and pans.

10. Use it as a speaker grill on your finest 200 watt speaker system.

11. Tie it to a string and let your dog chase it.

12. Hang it on the hood ornament of your car.

13. Tack it to a piece of wood and put it out for a door knocker.

14. Use it for a toupee! HAHAHA!

15. Double your luck at the fuck. Tape in onto your new girlfriend so
now you've got double the pussy!

16. Miss your girlfriend? Tape it between your NEW girlfriend's tits
and bury your face in it. Have some of the old and some of the new, too.

17. Use it for mittens in winter.

18. Fill it with some foam rubber and try your hand at some racquetball.

19. Stretch it out and use it as a fish net.

20. Or stretch it out and give it to your new girlfriend as a pair of
fish net hose.

21. Wanna be gross? Tape it to your butt crevice. Whack off with one
hand and finger your asshole thru the deceased cunt as if it were
your girlfriend.

22. Mix it in with your alfalfa sprouts.

23. Have too many past girlfriends? Kill them all and take their pussies.
Throw them in a bathtub and jump in. Hell now you're surrounded by all
kinds of cold, sweet, stinky pussy. Ain't it great?

24. Run out of fishing line? String all those black hairs together so
you'll always have some spare line on hand.

25. Throw it in a plastic bag and squeeze it when you get horny.

26. Tape it to your new girlfriend's mouth so not only will you be
throwin your tongue down her throat but you'll have the pleasure of
throwing your tongue thru your OLD girlfriend's pussy.

27. Use it in place of a feather duster.

28. Use it for a small scale mop.

29. Put it in your tuna fish salad to simulate the real taste and
aroma of that pussy.

30. Wear it around your neck like black people wear the Africa
symbols and Cadillac hood ornaments.

31. Hang it on the antenna of your car.

32. Tie it to a string and tie the string to the trailer hitch of
your car and let the bitch fly down the road.

33. After baking it for using as steel wool, wash it and bake it
again to use as a hairbrush.

34. Lose your wallet? This cold stuff cunt will do just fine.

35. Tie it on the end of a rope and swing it out at cars as
they drive down the road.

36. Pull up to the McDonald's drive-thru and tape it to the
speaker thingie where you order your food.

37. Or keep it until you get to the window and then throw it in
and drive off.

38. Go inside McDonald's and tape the pussy to the cash registers.

39. Got the guts? The equipmet? Climb up to a billboard and paint,
in big bold letters, "Free PUSSY!". Tack several pussies to the
billboard then draw and arrow from the text to the pussy.

40. Option for above: Do that and then put at the bottom:
"Just call <Your best friend's telephone number>!!"

41. Pour alcohol on it and use it to clean the heads on your floppy
disk drives.

42. Put soap on it and use it to clean YOUR head! (Not the one on
your shoulders, either!)

43. Put in on a boxing glove and go around punching out all your
worst enemies. Not only do they get a black eye but also the smell
of dead rotting cunt embedded into their system.

44. Go to a doctor's office, open up the damn Reader's Digest,
stick in the cunt then close it. Hang around and watch people
find a cunt when they expected to see "Build Your Word Power".

45. Go in to see the doctor, show him the cunt and say you passed
this thing with your stools this morning.

46. Go to the local Kroger's. Throw a spare dead cunt into the
lobster tank. Bury one somewhere in the produce section.

47. They got a cafeteria? Dump the bitch somewhere in the food line.

48. Go into Big Lots, where all the niggers shop, have your cunt
handy. No not YOURS, I hope you guys don't have both! You know
what I mean. Put the cunt on top of the manager's head then
announce "Yo niggas, whassup? There's some free sweet pussy up
here, come and get it!" See if the manager doesn't get mobbed with
a thousand blacks trying to mob the son of a bitch.

49. Go to the local K-Mart film department, fill out an envelope,
and stuff in the pussy as the "film" to be developed...

50. While at K-Mart, tape the pussy to the big blue light, turn the
bitch on, and announce a fuckin Blue Light Special, Free Cunt for All!


Oh well, I m totally twisted and demented and just fucked out right now,
if I think of more ideas I'll come out with "More Uses for the
Common Household Pussy". Let me know if you have any ideas. Put that
dead stiff cunt to work for you.

12/04/89 by Gross Genitalia.

Centre of Eternity - 40 megs - 12/2400 baud - lots of files - 615-552-5747

The Followers of Fetus are: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
    Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles.



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   Little Freddy had always been notorious for stirring up shit on the
local boards. He had been threatened numerous times by many users, Little
Freddy just laughed and laughed. One time one of the users showed up at
Freddy's front door. Freddy became son scared he pissed in his pants and
ran to his mommy, who in turn stepped to the door and told the user not
to ever be bothering her pansy defenseless son again. It got to the
point where Little Freddy was kicked off all the local boards. He was
so bored now he didn't know what to do. This began Freddy's change of
tune, which led to his worst of nightmares.
   Little Freddy was about 13 years old. He was in middle school and
was exceptionally stupid and insecure. Everyone picked on him because
he tried his damnest to bug the shit out of everyone. One of the other
local users, about his age, also went to Freddy's middle school. This
other user had already thrown Freddy into the showers and dunked his
head in the bowl in the boy's locker room, and was about to do the
same again. Freddy's life was one of solitude, the few friends he had
were geeks even scrawnier than he.
   As Freddy sat at home one night, he realized the severity of his
boredom. Ideas began brewing in his head. Late that night, past his
usual bedtime of 8:00, Freddy decided that if the local users wouldn't
have him, maybe out-of-state users would. Freddy was too damned dumb
to write a code hacker, so he had leeched one from the local 60 meg
AE about a month ago. At about that time his file transfer priveledges
were stripped from his account. The program was a multi-port multi-carrier
hacker that Phukt Sector had written called "Phuk-a-Code". Freddy did
not understand what the fuck this meant, he just knew it must be good
since it did so many things that he just didn't understand. He ran
Phuk-a-code, set some parameters, let it fly then shut off his screen.
He sat on his bed for awhile then his mother came in. She kissed him
on the cheek, which turned him on, and told him to hurry up and go
to bed. She left and shut his door. After he heard his parent's
bedroom door shut he lifted up his mattress and pulled out a wrinkled
photo he had gotten from one of his geek friends. The photo had been
pulled from an outdated issue of Penthouse magazine; it was of a
scraggly-looking whore laying spread-eagled on the bed. Although
little Freddy didn't fully understand the picture (mind you he was a
dumbass fuckup), he would still sit and gaze at it for several minutes
at a time. He would then whip his half-hard tiny dick out of his
pajamas and begin fondling it. He would continue to gaze at the picture.
He would then clench his dick in his hand and begin jacking off, still
gazing into the uncomprehended picture. He got no feeling from it,
yet he continued to whack off. He whacked and whacked until he tired
himself out, clicked off the light, then went to sleep.
   He woke up the next morning and clicked on his computer screen.
No codes had been recorded. He had heard some of knowledgable hackers
of the local area talking about how tightly the phone companies were
watching out for phreakers and hackers. He did have a small speck of
intelligence as he turned off the computer before going to school;
he knew it would be dumb to leave it hacking through the day. He
went off to school as usual, his dick aching from last night.
   All through the day little Freddy thought about going home and
hacking out codes. Finally 3 o'clock came, and he hopped on the
school bus. When the bus driver stopped in front of his house he
was out the door before it had hardly opened. He rushed inside and
clicked on his computer, eagerly loading Phuk-a-Code. He input the
parameters to continue hacking from where he had stopped last night,
and Phuk-a-code set to work. He ran downstairs to get some milk and
cookies and rushed back upstairs to start on his homework.
   He had just finished his math and was about to start on science
when his computer produced a few short beeping sounds. Overjoyed,
Little Freddy dashed over and slammed on the monitor switch. Sure
enough, there was a valid code sitting on the screen. Freddy hurriedly
copied it down and broke out of Phuk-a-code. He stuck in ASCII Express
and went to dial mode. AE dialed the 950 port and the code, and Freddy
heard the pause in the tone. He was getting too excited. AE paused
and then dialed the number to an 80 meg board he knew of in Arizona.
(Arizona? Oh well, many places are barren so will make for a nice place
to set up a mock board...) Yeah, it was, er, Cattle Molestors Anonymous,
yeah, that's what it was. He soon saw "Connect 1200" and he just about
fell out of his chair. Gee, we must give him some credit, he's a fucked
up loser schmuck fartsniffer, surely we can't go so far as to give him
300 baud, can we? Oh well. He entered "NEW" at the prompt and proceeded
to fill out a new-user application. He got into the system and sat there
stunned for a few minutes.

[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Bulletin boards

Wait...loading.

[#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Post a bulletin

Address to: ALL U K00L PEOPLZ
Title: HEY D00DZ HOW R U?

Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE
  1-602-4-PHUK-ME  60 megs
 ENTER on blank line to edit.
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 1. HEY GUYS, I AM CALLING HERE FROM FLORIDA AINT THIS KEEN? I AM USING
 2. SPRINT TO CALL HERE BECAUSE I HACKED THIS CODE OUT WITH PHUK-A-CODE.
 3. ONE OF MY FRIENDS WROTE IT. DO ANY OF U D00DZ WANT TO TRADE SOME
 4. WAREZ? MY LATEST AND KEEN WARE IS ULTIMA III. I COPIED IT FROM THE
 5. TEACHER AT MY MIDDLE SK00L. MY VOICE NUMBER IS 555-1234. OH YEAH
 6. I GUESS U NEED THE AREA CODE SO THAT'S 813. CALL ME SOMETIME IF YOU
 7. WANT 2 TRADE. I GUESS I'LL GO SEE IF THIS BOARD HAS ANY WAREZ I
 8. WANT. I WILL ALSO UPLOAD STICKBEAR ABC'S IF ANY OF U D00DZ WANT
 9. IT. FIRST I NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE THE X-MODEM OPTION IN
10. THIS PROGRAM.
11.                        L8R
12.                        FREDDY
13.

CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save message
Saving...wait.

[#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Quit to main

[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] File transfers

Sorry, you do not yet have access to the AE section.

[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Feedback to the Head Cow

Title: FILZ AND STUFF

Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE
  1-602-4-PHUK-ME  60 megs
 ENTER on blank line to edit.
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 1. HEY MR. SYS-OP, I WOULD MUCHLY APPRECIATE ACCESS TO YOUR FILE TRANSFER
 2. SECTION. I WANT TO SEE IF YOU HAVE ANY PROGRAMS I MIGHT NEED. I HAVE
 3. SOME WARZ TO UPLOAD IF YOU WANT THEM AND I CAN CALL OFTEN BECAUSE I
 4. HAVE A SPRINT CODE. I LEFT YOU MY REAL VOICE NUMBER SO YOU CAN CALL
 5. ME BY VOICE SOMETIME AND WE CAN TALK.  L8R.
 6.

CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save feedback
Saving...wait.

[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Hang up

Goodbye FREDDY, thanx for calling.
You were caller #28631.

$x1$yas{]5
NO*CARRIER

   Need I explain WHY all the users hated Freddy? Out of the long list
of NO'S that Freddy went by, the obvious thing he did wrong was post
about using a sprint port, leaving his fuckin VOICE NUMBER all over,
and posting just the lame shit. He was satisfied with himself for some
unearthly reason, and he resumed his wonderful science homework. Later
on that night he placed calls to other long distance systems around the
country.
   Little Freddy called just about every damned board in the country
using the same damned port and code. He posted his voice number quite
often and just did stupid giveaway shit.
   However he did not get caught, and he continued in his habits for
approximately two months. He leeched wares left and right. The sysops
of some of the boards were beginning to get sick of his shit and were
blacklisting him. Until it got so out of hand that the sysop of a
relatively "clean" (minus a few ELITE sections) system reported Freddy
to the Gestapo. The Gestapo watched Freddy's line for a while, and
caught him red handed a number of times.
   One afternoon little Freddy came home from school and jumped onto
a board located in Boise, Idaho. He was on for a few minutes and
someone rang the doorbell. He quickly logged off the system and rushed
downstairs. He hoped to see his geeky little friend Bob. What he
saw instead was the figure of a burly man standing in his doorway. He
looked aside and saw behind the man several other men, holding
briefcases and various equipment. His mother greeted them warmly
(and goofily) and invited them in. Freddy stood in the kitchen, out of
sight, listening intently. The men began explaining to Freddy's mother
that Freddy had been using other people's Sprint accounts to illegally
place long distance telephone calls. Freddy's mother was appalled and
immdeiately took Freddy's defense. But the first man whipped several
computer printouts from his briefcase, showing detailed records of
Freddy's activities on their phone network. The mother's face dropped,
and she began bawling. How could her precious little pure son do
something so awful? She ran into another room to grab some Kleenex.
As she looked up she saw Freddy standing solemnly in the doorway. She
lunged at him and picked him up by his belt and threw him across the
dining room table. "How in the hell could you DO something like
this Frederick Allen Smith? How dare you!" His mother was ravaging across
the dining room after Freddy. The four Gestapo representatives came
into the dining room. They tried to stop Mrs. Smith from beating her
son but it was too late; she was already placing humongous dents in
the sheet-rock walls with her son's head. The Gestapo men pulled the
mother away. She said to them, between her deep gasps for air, "Give
us a day or two to knock some sense into him and figure out what's
happening here." The men left the house and Freddy was sent to his
room.
   The next day his mother left for the grocery store. Having been
busted already, Little Freddy figured he could get away with calling
the boards again with the code; surely they had stopped monitoring
his line. But just as soon as he dialed the code, there were hard
knocks on his door. He rapidly shut off the computer. The knocks
became louder. They combined with the increasing thumping in his
ears. He tried to hide. They would go away. No. After several
minutes the punding continued, increasing in force with each stroke
on the door. Freddy finally dashed at the front door and swung it
open and cried, "What do you WANT? Stop that BEATING SHIT!" There
stood on his front porch two of the Gestapo men. They enetered the
house without saying a word. They shut the door behind them. "Hey!
You can't come in here like that!" squeaked Freddy. Still the
men said nothing. The first man grabbed Freddy and picked him up.
The men then carried Freddy upstairs to his bedroom. They threw him
down on the bed and shut and locked his doors. They stripped him
naked and began fondling him. One of the Gestapo men shoved two
large fingers deep into Freddy's tiny intestinal tract. Freddy
screamed loudly so the the other man gagged him. The men began
rubbing Freddy's ass. One man grabbed Freddy's dick and began
whacking him off. Freddy wiggled and tried his hardest to get away,
but the other Gestapo man held him down. The man took his hand
away from Freddy's dick and shoved his two middle fingers up
Freddy's asshole. He began sucking Freddy's dick. He sucked for
a long long while, then the other man began to suck. Still Freddy
could not come. Unsatisfied, the Gestapo men left Freddy's house.
Freddy sat on his bed, crying. Why did he have to be punished this
way for his phone crimes? Were all people molested for their crimes?
He looked out his bedroom window and continued to cry. He saw the men
leave through the back door and begin fooling in the bushes. He ran
to the phone to dial the police. He was shaking badly and his
crying fits wouldn't subside. He picked up the phone. He dialed a
nine. He heard a hissing noise outside his window. He dialed a one.
The hissing became louder and he turned around. He turned back around
to dial another one. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A bright light flashed into
Freddy's eyes and a strong force blew his naked body across his room
and into the wall. In this last brief moment he realized the Gestapo
men had planted a bomb in the bushes below his window. It was not
the explosion however that killed him, but it was the large chunk of
sharp glass that flew at him with such great speed, drove through his
eyes, sliced cleanly through his brain and stuck into the wall.


12/05/89 by Gross Genitalia.

The Followers of Fetus: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
   Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles.


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                               Night of the Fetus

                                       by

                               Bloody Afterbirth

                                 Toxic File #5

       Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747  3/24 Baud  40 Megs  Lotsa Files
            HQ of The Esoteric Society and sort of HQ of Toxic Shock

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     Hail the Almighty!  Glory to Fetus!  It and we are one, we are the same,
Its thoughts are ours, and ours Its!  Only unto us are Its plans made known, for
we are the instruments of Its will.  Even before the once-mighty Coathanger
brought Fetus into existence, we were destined to be one with the Destroyer.

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     It is night.  The Night of the Awakening has approached.  The cold December
air only adds to the excitement of those with knowledge of the Night's events,
yet to unfold.
     Huddled around a small black candle are five of the Chosen.  They have
prepared for this Night for many moons.  In the distance, the rolling gong of
the Town Clock tolls off twelve.  The Time is here.  The long awaited Moment has
finally come.
     The Five arise, and walk slowly around the candle, chanting the
incantations that will call forth the power of Fetus.  The gutteral chants grow
louder, the Five speed their pace.  A low rumbling is felt in the earth, a wind
blows, extinguishing the candle, and one of the Five utters a soft whisper.
     "Fetus...has...come."

     Dave hated winter.  Where he came from, it didn't snow this damn much, he
didn't know how to drive on these icy roads.  His wife, somehow, had fallen
asleep in the seat beside him, her snoring the only sound that interrupted the
silence of night.  Elaine...  Oh, she was so beautiful...  He was a lucky man to
have found such a woman.
     Whoa!  Something up ahead in the road, something moving!  Dave slammed on
his breaks, skidding the car down the icy roads, sliding even quicker towards
the thing he was trying to miss.
     It leaped onto the hood of his car!  Dave screamed, waking his wife, for on
his hood was a bloody and charred Fetus!  It slammed through the windshield and
clung to Elaine's face, ripping and tearing her flesh, gouging her eyes!  Dave's
foot hit the acclerator out of fear.  The fetus bit into Elaine's throat, her
blood flowing from down her mutilated face and mingling with the fetus'.
     Dave batted at the fetus with his arm, only to feel fangs bite deeply into
his hand.  Dave tried desperately to shake the gurgling mass off his hand, only
succeeding in helping It rip his fingers from his hand.  Dave screamed in pain,
his yelps of agony uniting with his wife's, a death choir shattering the night
with their cries for help.  The Fetus burrowed into Dave's midsection, digging
and rending at the flesh of his stomach, wallowing in the blood.  The car spun
out of control as Dave felt his insides being eaten.  Elaine began wildly
flailing at the air out of panic, her nails ripping Dave's face to shreds.
     The fetus came up through Dave's chest and hacked its way through Daves
abdomen.  The smell of feces filled the air as Dave's corpse lost muscle
control.
     The car flew off the road, driving on its own course, hell bent for
destruction, and slammed into a tree.  The car crumpled like a beer can,
exploding in a hellish ball of flame, sending body parts through the air to
litter the highway.

     Wilma smiled.  She felt the baby she carried within moving, thumping softly
on the walls of her womb.  She and Jim had wanted a child for so long, and it
was finally happening.  There marriage had been going downhill for the past
year, and it appeared that Wilma was destined to have only miscarriages.  This
would surely improve the relationship.  Indeed, Jim was already beginning to
treat her better, he showed much more affection, he truly seemed to care.
     She had a good feeling about the fetus in development...  The others had
felt weak from the beginning, they were never ACTIVE.  But this one, oh, it was
different from the rest.  It moved, it hungered.  It would live, of that she was
sure.
     Wilma walked from the kitchen, munching on a pickle, and sighed peacefully
when she saw that Jim had fallen asleep on the couch, watching TV.  She went to
turn off the TV, and covered her mate with a blanket, softly tucking him in.
     A sensation filled her bowels.  Uh-oh, time to go poo-poo.  The urge to
defecate had been promising to show itself all night, after all, they had had a
feast in celebration of her pregnancy.  Wilma walked to the bathroom, wondering
if she should flush, not wanting to awaken her husband.
     She straddled the cold porcelain throne, and with a grunt, pinched a foot
long loaf into the toilet.  Good, she was afraid all that food would give her
the unspeakable diarrhea.
     Ooops!  Spoke too soon.  Her next dump was a flood of liquids and solids,
oozing sloppily out of her anus, plopping into the already soupy mess below.
     Something was wrong.
     Her baby...She could no longer feel it...No!  NO!  NOT a miscarriage!  It
was impossible!  This couldn't be happening, not to her!  She stood, rectal
juices flowing down her thighs.  Slowly she turned, and looked into the toilet.
And there it was...  Floating in the bowl...  The small body of a fetus that had
not completed its growth cycle...
     Tears streamed down her face.  She could not take this.  The camel's back
was broken in two.  She turned and shuffled from the bathroom, crying softly in
complete bewilderment.  She made her way slowly to her bedroom and walked to the
window, looking down at the snow covered street, 30 stories below.  And stared
constantly at the street, even as it rushed seemingly upwards to her as she made
her way down to pavement...
     Jim came slowly to consciousness.  "Wha..?"  He mumbled many words in some
unknown language that must come from the land of Grog.  He looked around the
room, attempting to figure out just where exactly he was.
     There, a light.  Must be the bathroom.  Jim sleepily strode towards the
light, oh that wonderful guiding light.  His bowels ached, his bladder pounded
on his stomach.  He reached to turn on the light, not noticing that he cut off
the already on light.  He sat upon the drunk's best friend, and prepared to
empty himself of unwanted waste products.
     Jim jumped from the toilet, reaching between his legs to find the cause of
an intense pain!  He found only blood and a stub of what had been his manhood!
He panicked, not knowing what to do.  A thudding slop made him turn his head,
and he saw a fetus, holding his castration, and grinning evilly.
     He screamed in terror, and turned to run, tripping on his pants.  The fetus
rammed Jim's dick up his ass, and raked his claws down Jim's back and legs,
drawing blood and removing large amounts of flesh.
     Jim shrieked in pain, his muscles paralyzed by fear.  The fetus walked
slowly around to Jim's face, and kneeled down.  Jim smelled the juice of uterus,
mingled with the smell of defecation.  The fetus stuck a finger up Jim's nose,
lifting his head from the floor, and pulled Jim's body around so that his head
was now close to the toilet.
     It slammed Jim's head down into the toilet, holding it in the floating logs
and islands, bubbles of screams and suffocation filling the bowl, sounding like
so much gurgling.  Jim felt his head being sucked down the sewer as the fetus
flushed the toilet repeatedly, over and over, and a squeaky laugh was emitted
from the malignant miscarriage.
     The fetus grabbed a plunger and jumped onto Jim's head, forcing it down and
down into the toilet.  Over and over it shoved the plunger and the head farther
towards the sewer, stopping only when it heard the satsifying crunch of Jim's
cranium, finally giving way to the pressure and shattering.

     It was cold.  Very cold.  Mary had been on the streets for the past month,
living like the homeless.  Mark had kicked her out of his house, he did not want
a child, and she could not afford an abortion.  Oh, how she wished she would
just have a miscarriage.  Kids...all they do is ruin your life...  Mary went
around town, grumpily smacking children in their heads whenever she had the
chance.  How she wished she had a child...so she could beat it and molest it and
make its life pure hell.
     She felt the developing hellion punch softly at her stomach, and she rammed
fist into her midsection, hoping it would kill the little bastard.
     It punched back.
     "Oh, so it's a fucking boxing match you want, is it?  Fine you little
shit."  She slammed her fist again into the place where her baby was.
     It slammed its own fist into her bladder.  And not softly.  Warm urine
flower down her legs, pissing on her--- er, pissing her off.
     She was furious.  How could the damn thing possibly think it was big enough
to fight her?  She punched it twice, as hard as she could, wincing at the pain
it was causing her, but relishing the thought of how it would make the fetus
feel.
     It didn't hit her back this time...  It was still...  Maybe now she could
go take a nice shit and get rid of the unwanted growth...  No more kicking and
punching, no more of the "Feed Me Feed Me" shit.  Finally she had gotten rid of
it, she should have done this long ago...
     The clawed fist ripped through her skin, tearing the flesh.  Her screams
flooded her ears as the fetus tore its way out of her womb!  It pulled itself
free, and snapped the umbilical cord.  She ran, not knowing how to handle this,
but its claws held tightly to her breasts, shredding the flesh.
     She continued to run, screaming, and It clawed its way up her chest, taking
select bites of flesh on its way.  When it grabbed ahold of her ears and planted
a big kiss on her lips she slipped on the ice, and slid into a brick wall.
     The fetus flopped off of the crumpled and stunned body of the bitch that
had dared to try to kill It.
     "Mommy...I want to play...Do you want to play?  I know of a very funny game
we can play, mommy.  Its called...  KILL THE BITCH WITH THE OVARIES!"
     She yelled for help as the fetus kicked her in the side, breaking ribs.  It
jumped back onto her chest and began slicing, dicing, shredding and tearing away
at her flesh, digging its way through her upper body.
     She stood and tried to escape, but the Fetus had grabbed her legs, holding
her tight, biting away at the tendons in her legs and feet.
     "You know, Mommy...If you don't want to make babies...I can correct the
situation..."
     With that, the fetus reached its hand up between Mary's legs, groping about
inside her twat.  She let loose a howl of sheer horror as the fetus' fingers
closed upon the fallopian tubes and ripped her ovaries out.
     The fetus slung the ovaries into the wall, making a nice mess.  It jumped
on Mary's back, forcing her up against the bricks, her face in the ovary mush.
     "LICK it, bitch.  LICK IT or DIE!"
     Mary tongued the gooey mass of egg-producing glands, and slowly licked away
at it, occasionally whimpering for mercy...Apologizing...Bleeding...
     Fetus stuck its claws into Mary's back, and let gravity pull Its body
downward, slicing into her body and drawing more blood than she had left in her.

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     And so it was on the first Night, that evil Night when the power of Fetus
was summoned to wreak havoc upon the world.  The Chosen grew stronger as the
deaths grew more numerous.  Their message was heard, the doctrine of Fetus, and
all who heard were entranced.  Such wisdom, such knowledge...  The followers
grow in number...  Soon, Fetus shall overcome.  Choose your side.

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(c)1989 Toxic Shock

                             The Followers Of Fetus

                                  Fetal Juice
                               Bloody Afterbirth
                                Gross Genitalia
                               Twisted Testicles
                                 Tasty Abortion


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 In a time when Chaos was rampant, creation was created. Simple enough.
But the Chaos lingered into this being, and so began the power of the
Mighty Coathanger. And Coathanger brought Fetus into existence. Fetus
overpowered Coathanger and sought to bring the Creation into a bloody
mass murder. We the Followers of Fetus seek to carry out the Great
Destroyer's plans so we may live in harmony with The Fetus in a Creation
all our own.
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 Even as Woman ate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, even
as Man and Woman had hot kinky sex, even in the milennia ahead of Cro-Magnon
and Neanderthal Man, Fetus the Destroyer saw the Sin of Man form a new
fad. A fad that would become an accepted habit in Life of Man. This being
the invention of the Department Store. Fetus saw Department Stores as they
are now. But the plan he devised for Department Stores, even before
Homo sapiens evolved, was one of prevalent chaos and perversion.

 The Follwers of Fetus were dressed in all-black attire and went to the
local shopping mall to wreak some hell. As they walked through the
constricting aisles of the mall, destructing everything in their path,
the lights went out in the mall. The Followers looked through the front
doors and saw a large red cloud zoom in over the city. The Call of Fetus
has been uttered! They gathered around the centre fountain and chanted
a saying which made the waters turn bubbly red. The whole mall was dark,
for that matter the whole city was dark. It began raining staining,
salty blood. The lacerated sky poured forth its life. The Followers
lit a black candle as they had done on the dreaded Night. The moved
in strange circular patterns around the candle and chanted unheard
sayings. Their chants became audible, so very loud, the others of the
mall held their ears at the shrieking chants. The mall shook violently,
mortar and bricks fell all around. The Followers were levitated by a
strange force to the ceiling, where they chanted "Fetus Has Come!"
Then all returned normal. The cloud disappeared. No one except for the
Followers had any recollection of the events which had just taken place.

 Fred was shopping at Beers (Fetus did not predict Sin of Man changing
his plan to the name "Sears") for auto parts; he was trying to rebuild
his engine. He leaned over to pick up a fan belt. He dropped the
belt and shrieked; the belt was red hot and burned a hole in his arm.
Yet his scream seemed silent; no one heard it. Another fan belt lit
up to a bright red color and by some force jumped up around Fred's
neck. It twisted itself around his neck in a neat fashion, choking him
violently without letting go. Fred slumped to the cold concrete floor.

 Bill needed a new pair of track shoes. He went into Cunt Flocker
(yes, equivalent to our Foot Locker) to look at Reeboks. The manager
went into the back room to get him a pair of size 10's. Bill picked
up a white and blue shoe he found particularly interesting. He
turned to yell back to the manager, to tell him to bring a pair of
these, too, but the Fetal Shoe took over. It jumped onto Bill's face
and Bill was stunned. He could smell the scent of new leather; he
could also smell feces and uteral juices. The shoelaces wrapped
around his neck and tied themselves. They choked him incessantly.
As Bill felt himself near his Death, he saw inside the shoe a small
bloody fetus. Bill tried to scream but the suffocating shoe prevented
him. The fetus had two razorblades in his undeveloped hands. It
drove the blades through Bill's eyeballs and deep into the synapses
of his brain.

 At about this time Don went into Pound Cock to buy a B-52's tape.
He located "Cosmic Thing" on a top shelf and went to purchase it.
The lady at the counter bagged it for him, took his money, and
Don went on his way. He popped it in his Walkman, and strolled
off down the mall. Channel Z was the first song he listened to.
He strolled down the mall, happy and content listening to his new
B-52's tape. But the lyrics and music began to change. He slowed
his pace, amazed at the colossal event which was happening. But it
was horrifying, sickening. The words began playing loudly through
his headphones.
 "Gettin nothin but Fetus. Gettin nothin but Fetus,
  Fetus filling my Penis on Channel Z!"
And at that moment a miscarriaged fetus jumped from the end of
Don's dick. It dug its razorlike claws into his abdomen and began
crawling up his torso. Don stopped in his tracks. He clawed
desperately at the fetus, trying to remove it from his body. He
screamed in terror. The fetus clung to his body.
  It continued up his chest, onto his neck. It sank its claws through
Don's neck, shredding his larynx. Yet nobody walking along seemed to
notice this violent horrendous death. Until Don's body slumped to the
ground, bleeding and mangled. Then everyone in the mall saw the blood,
and began to run. The fetus made one small mistake. It pissed its
highly acidic urine, characteristic of the Fetal Followers, onto the
floor. This spread the knowledge of the deathly acts to everyone's
minds, everyone now could see the apalling acts of Fetus the Destroyer.
Now the death in Beer's was seen, the death in Cunt Flocker was known.
Now the death of Don was known. Man now began to see the Sin it
possessed. It saw its extinction by the Mighty Fetus. Fetus had to
invoke his power once again, to cover up for the miscarriaged fetus's
mistake. Fetus the Destroyer wiped the urine clean from everyone's
souls, removed the dead bodies of Fred, Bill, and Don from the scene.
Never again would Fetus allow miscarriaged and aborted fetuses to
wreak such havoc and have it uncovered by such petty mistakes.

 Ginger went to the food plaza of the mall. Nothing could beat the
testiness of shopping like a good ol Big Mac from McFondles. Ginger
stepped up to the register at McFondles and placed her order. She
took her tray and went to a corner of the restaurant where she could
put down her shopping bags without them getting in everyone's way.
She wiped her hands on a hand towelette from her purse, then took
the wrapper from her straw. She put the straw in her drink and took
a deep sip. The coke tasted funny; it did not taste like regular
coke. The thought slipped her mind, she was hungry from shopping.
She opened her Big Mac box. To her horror, within in lay a squirming
bloody fetus, ejecting a milky-white vomit from its mouth. She screamed a
scream of death but the sound did not leave her throat. The fetus looked up
at her, the thin layer of wet skin peeled away from its jet black
undeveloped eyes. The fetus squirmed out of the box and into her lap.
Ginger tried to get up and run but the fetus emitted a power that held her
fast to her chair. A young couple sat down next to her. It was if they
didn't even see Ginger, they began to eat lunch and didn't even look at
Ginger. The fetus took a runny shit on Ginger's lap, the watery mass was
like acid and ate through her skirt and burned on her pussy. She felt the
acid run up her cunt, thorugh her Fallopian tubes and into her ovaries.
Oh how it burned! And just as soon as she felt the acid-like substance
settle in her ovaries, she felt something grow. Oh my God! A baby is
being formed! Ginger tried her damnedest to get up; she was held to the
chair. The fetus spoke. "Hey bitch, I need somebody to PLAY with!"
Ginger clawed at herself. She shoved her hand deep into her vaginal
tract, grasping and clawing, trying to find and kill the rapidly
developing fetus. She was only ripping her insides apart. The fetus
laying in her lap was laughing maliciously. All of a sudden Ginger felt
her ovaries burst, and a newly developed fetus miscarriaged itself and
plopped out of Ginger's mangled cunt onto her lap, next to the other
fetus. The two fetuses smiled at each other, and they dove into Ginger's
cunt simultaneously. They clawed their way up through Ginger's body.
The last feeling Ginger had before she finally died her painful death
was that of her skull being severed. The two fetuses crawled out of
the skull and leaped over onto the next table. The young couple still
did not see Ginger, nor did they now see the fetuses. The fetuses
chose a person to kill, and they jumped onto the heads of their
newest victims. They both took big big bites out of the couple's
brains. The people did not even know what hit them, but the power of
Fetus the Destroyer had been released once again.

 Sally was in the dressing room of J.C. Penis, trying on a pair of
jeans. Both jeans fit tightly and showed her wide hips and outlined
her meat rather well. She liked them. She then tried on a skimpy
shirt to show off her well-curved body. As she pulled the shirt over her
head, she heard something lightly splat against the mirror in front of
her. She completely pulled the shirt over her head and pulled it down.
She looked up and saw in front of her a bloody fetus clinging to the
slick mirror. It laughed momentarily then jumped onto Sally's chest.
It ripped at her shirt, arms flailing and squirming, trying to reveal
Sally's firm breasts. It ripped through her bra. Her tits were hanging
out. The fetus licked its slit-like lips and bit hard into Sally's
nipples. Sally shrieked but like the other Victims of Fetus, the cry
of help was not heard. The fetus munched on Sally's nipples for a long
time then sucked the milk from the remaining breasts. The fetus bit
Sally's face off and chewed it, then took a big bite out of her brain.
Sally slumped to the floor, the fetus disappeared into the mall.

 Gina went to Castrated Nuts (comparable to Caster Knott's) to look
for a baby outfit to get her neice's new baby. She went upstairs and
this wonderful corner table caught her eye. It was made of the finest
of cherry wood. It would look perfect at the end of the hall in her
home. She was looking the table over, little did she know her worst
terror lurked nearby.
 A lady downstairs had just had an unfortunate miscarriage in the
women's bathroom. The fetus was not dead however, and had killed
its mother. It was on a rampage in Castrated Nuts, and made its way
upstairs. It was near Gina and her Cherry corner table.
 Gina bent over to look at the price tag of the table. She had on
a mini-skirt, and the fetus stood back looking between Gina's
legs at her pinkish tasty flesh. The fetus looked down and saw
a hard dick starting to protrude from its underdeveloped body.
It ran across the store, jumped up on Gina and mounted her. It began
pumping its tiny loins back and forth, Gina stood up straight and
looked down at the horrible sight. A tiny bloody fetus was fucking her!
She tried to pull it off but the fetus had dug its claws into her
flabby butt cheeks, anchoring itself. It continued to pump, in and out
it went. Finally it came. A tiny fetus came in Gina. How strange.
But the cum was not the viscous white fluid Gina expected. It was a
strange red acidic slime which ate away at Gina's cunt. The fetus
grinned an evil grin and aimed its strangely malformed dick at Gina's
face. It came hard, the substance surrounded Gina's head and ate away,
sizzling at her cranium. Gina slumped to the floor, the fetus went
away just as quickly as it had appeared.

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Again Fetus has caused his fetal disciples to wreak his Havoc upon the
Men who have descended from Adam and Eve. We the Followers of Fetus will
continue to carry out Fetus's plan, a plan of ultimate mass destruction.

(c)1989 Toxic Shock.
By Gross Genitalia.

All rights bound, fucked, and mutilated. Any resemblence of stores in this
file to Sears, Foot Locker, Sound Shop, McDonald's, JC Penney and Caster
Knotts is purely coincidential. Suck my juicy footlong cock if you don't
agree with this Fetal Follower.

The Followers of Fetus: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
  Tasty Abortion, and Twisted Testicles.

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                               Roadkill  Anarchy

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                               Bloody Afterbirth

                                 Toxic File #7

       Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747  3/24 Baud  40 Megs  Lotsa Files
                           HQ of The Esoteric Society
         Fucked In The Head : 615.552.xxxx  12/24 Baud  Anarchy Related
                          soon to be HQ of Toxic Shock

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     Well well well...You're in a really fucking sick mood, you're pissed off at
society, and you want to release all your frustrations...  Good, because that's
exactly what it takes for RK-Anarchy...

     There are various ways to get roadkills...The easiest is to scrape them up
off the road...  Dogs, cats, squirrels, deer, little old ladies, children,
oppossum, kangaroos, does, turtles, chickens, etc...
     However, to have more fun, run over your OWN!  Yeah!  Just go out on the
town with a few buddies and run over anything that moves!  Hell, just for
effect, back over it, and run over it again...

     After you have amassed at least one roadkill, there are many MANY things
one can do with it/them...

     If its big enough, tie that fucker to your bumper and run over EVERYTHING
in sight!  Ya go out to get the paper, and there are DEER GUTS splattered ALL
OVER your mailbox!  ALRIGHT!  Slam that fucker into cars, telephone poles,
street signs, everything!  When yer done, toss it in someone's yard...
     Or cram it into someone's mailbox...  Or in the muffler of their car...

     You can bang on the thing with a hammer, or chop at it with an axe, or
dissect it with a chainsaw, or...  Then throw it into open-windows in houses and
automobiles, toss it into convertbiles, put it on someone's hood, smear it all
over their car, throw it at Peds, or Feds!

     Get on top of your local mall at night..Wait for a large crowd to
amass...And THROW that fucker at the people!  Watch the women FAINT!  Everyone
who isn't passed out will scatter like hell...  Open the door at the mall and
throw one as hard as you can into the mall, blood and guts EVERYWHERE!

     Take one into a movie theatre (how the hell?) and throw it at people!

     Take it to school and put it on the principal's car...
     Take it in school and leave it in the halls...
     Put it in an empty locker that belongs to noone...UGh!
     Throw it into the toilets!
     If its little, put the little bitch in the ketchup/salad dressing thing.

     Break into somebody's car with a baseball bat and smear RoadKill all over
their fine upholstery...

     Tie it to a rope, throw it over a limb of a tree, and swing the bitch out
at cars as they pass by!

     Tie it to your bumper and drive down the road, heh heh, curves are great
fun, esp. with people on the opposite side of the road...  Ever had a roadkill
come flying at ya while walking down the road?

     Someone out of town for awhile?  Break into their house and put roadkill in
their beds...their toilets...microwaves..stoves...blender...washer...dryer...
the baby crib...the...

     Throw them at mailboxes, see who makes the biggest dent.

     Give a taste-test at a mall.

     Put it on someone's porch, pour gas on it, light it, ring doorbell, run.

     Play frisbee in the park!

     I said throw it through open windows...Hell, throw it through CLOSED
windows too!

     Take it to the post office and mail that fucker!  Put a stamp on it!

     Cram it into the slot where cans come out of Coke machines!

     Buy a paper, take all the papers, and replace 'em with ROADKILL!

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(c)1989 Toxic Shock

                               Followers Of Fetus
                               Twisted Testicles
                                 Tasty Abortion
                                Gross Genitalia
                                  Fetal Juice
                               Bloody Afterbirth


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                                  Tele-Anarchy

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                 Bloody Afterbirth, Tasty Abortion, Fetal Juice

                                 Toxic File #8

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(Ever notice how BA always uses the SAME characters to make that line?)

     A few nights ago, we were all jammin along in a conference of sorts (mass
3-way calling, not Alliance), harrassing people at random via the telephone...
Well, we fucked up several nights and several lives, as all of this went down
between 1am and 3:30am, not exactly the time that most people are ready to be
fucked with, heh heh heh!
     Here goes the best recollection of what we did that I can come up with.

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For convenience, I am using US and THEM (U & T), regardless of how many people
were involved...

     We know a guy whose phone num spells COCK...  Well, Tasty got an idea so we
called someone up...

T:ummm...hello?
U:Hello.  Are you aware that the last four digits of your number correspond to
the word COCK?
T:What the hell are you talking about?
U:Look at your phone...See how the last four digits spell out--
T:<CLICK>


T:Hello?
U:Hello, is Jim there?
T:You've got the wrong number.
U:No, this is the number I was given.
T:Look, this is a private residential phone, I've had the number for FIVE YEARS,
you've got the WRONG number!  <CLICK>
--a little later, a different one of us, same them--
T:HELLO?
U:Hi.  Is Jim there?
T:NO he IS NOT.  You have the WRONG NUMBER!
U:Well, can you take a message, in case he calls?
T:I'm telling you you've got the wrong number, he isn't going to call!  I've had
this number for years, I KNOW he isn't going to call!
U:Could you just tell him that Scott called, please?
T:OK...WHATEVER....<CLICK>
--and later...--
T:HELLO?!?!?
U:Hi, this is Jim, any messages?
and you can imagine what happened then!

     There's this one place that is known to have meetings for a local satanic
'cult' around here...  Wellllll, we called up and got an answering machine so I
took advantage of the situation...
T:...and if you'll leave a message at the tone, we'll get back with you.
U:Yo.  My name's Frank O'Toole, call me Algoroth.  My number is 123-553-2510, I
want to get in on the Satan meetings, call me up. <CLICK>
     Maybe we need to call them up and tell them how bad satan worship is!

     We decided that we should take a survey of all our callers...
T:arrrrggggrrrruuuhhhhhmmmmmuhhhhhhhhello?
U:Hello, this is Richard Lynch from the local Jaycees, and we're taking a
survey.  Are you normally awake or alseep at this hour?
Heh heh!  The results:
     Asleep         Awake     Undecided
     15             3         4

     And yet another survey that we didn't do too much-
T:ditto...Hello?
U:Hello, this is Richard Lynch from the local Jaycees, and we're taking a
survey.  At this hour, are you normally Asleep, or having Sex?

     Asleep         Having Sex          Didn't Answer
                    1                   1
The one that said Sex goes "I'm usually having sex!  With your WIFE!"

     Then we got a little devious...The original plan was to find someone with
children, call them up, and inform them that their kids were dead!  Yes!  But,
seeing as there is this bitch I truly hate, we modified the plan a little, and
this is how it went...
T:blahello?
U:May I speak with Ms. Loose Pussy?
T:Speaking.  (sounding worried)
U:Ma'am, this is Dr. Lynch from the Memorial Hospital.  Do you know a Mr. Sheep
Fucker?
T:(REALLY worried)  Is something wrong with Sheep?
U:Ma'am, I have some bad news.  Sheep was killed in a hit and run accident.
The bitch started CRYING and FREAKING OUT and shit!  It was WILD as HELL!  That
bitch was losing her fucking MIND!  Even asked her to come in and identify the
body, to make sure that it was indeed Sheep Fucker...  HA!

T:Hewwo?
U:Hi!  This is Rick Johnson from WFUK Late Night, and you have been picked
randomly from the phone book to be given a chance at five THOUSAND dollars!  All
you have to do is answer the following question correctly.  Are you ready?
T:Sure, whatever.
U:In what country is Bufu in?  That's B-U-F-U, you have 1 minute.
Haha!  3 people didn't give a shit and didn't care to win 5000 bucks at 2am, but
one dude said Africa...  That dude musta been wasted or drunk off his ass, cuz
when we told him Egypt he started laughing his ass off...

T:Helloooooo?
U:Hi!  I'm dialing numbers at random from the phone book and I just called to
wish you a Merry Christmas and a very good night!
T:In the MIDDLE of the NIGHT you're calling people at random?  <CLICK>

T:Hello?
U:This is Dominoe's Pizza.  Did you order a pizza?

T:Hello?
U1:Hello?
T:What do you want?
U1:You called me, what do YOU want?
T:I didn't call you.
U2:Hey, who's on my line?
T:Who is this?
U1:What do you want?
U3:Hey, is that Fergusson?
U2:Who's Fergusson?
T:What's going on here?  Who is this?
U1:There's 4 people on the line?
U3:What the hell's happening?
U2:I think the lines are bleeding, or crossed or something.
T:Well talk to Fergusson about it.  <CLICK>

T:Hello?
U:This is 911.  We just received a call from you, but the call was disconnected.
Are you having problems?
T:No, and we didn't call you, we're all asleep!
U:According to the computer, you called here.  There is no trouble?
T:No, and we didn't call!
U:Yes you did.  You sure there are no problems?
T:YES and we DID NOT CALL!
U:YES you DID.  Goodbye.........bitch  <CLICK>

T:Hello?
All of Us:Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle All The Way <click>

     The next one was fucking bad as hell, try it sometime-
T:Hello?
U:I don't appreciate you calling me and hanging up like you just did.
T:I didn't call you!
U:Yes you did!  I have this New Jersey Bell Call Return service and it called
you back!  Computers don't lie!
T:I DIDN'T CALL YOU!
U:Yes you did and I don't appreciate it!
T:Why don't you come over here and I'll kick your ass, then see who called who!
U:Fuck you!  I'm going to use my Call Tracing, Trace your ass, and report you to
New Jersey Bell tomorrow for harrassment!
T:Oh yeah?  Well give me your number and I'll report YOU for harrassment,
because that's what you're doing RIGHT NOW!
U:<click>
We were gonna give a dude's name and #, but hell, we weren't thinking...

T:Crisis Hot Line, can I help you?
U:Hi!  My name is Tom!  Meet my friends Dick
U2:Hi!
U:And Harry!
U3:Hi!
T:Uh...Hello...
U:Are you friendly?
T:Yes...
U:Will you be my friend?
T:Yes, I will.
U:Why, you don't even know me.
T:Because I care.
U123:So, what is the most popular method for Group Suicide?
T:I don't know!  Is this some kind of joke?
U:NICE fucking way to handle a PROBLEM...BITCH!!!!  <CLICK>

     And an idea I had many moons ago...  This was during the evening...
We called a dude who lived out in Bufu Egypt, out of any Pizza Delivery's
area...

T:Hello?
U:Hello.  This is Dominoe's Pizza.  Someone has bought you a pizza as a gift,
but unfortunately you are out of our delivery area.  Could you come and pick it
up?



     Ah well, that's about it...  It was a hell of a time, try it sometime.

(c)1989 Toxic Shock

                             The Followers of Fetus
                                Gross Genitalia
                               Twisted Testicles
                                  Fetal Juice
                               Bloody Afterbirth
                                 Tasty Abortion

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                             Downfall of Coathanger

                              by Bloody Afterbirth

                                 Toxic File #9

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     Yea verily I say unto thee, Fetus was a mighty opponent, and The Destroyer
stood not a chance 'gainst His strength!  Let now the tale be told!

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     Fetus...  The Flaming Fetus...  Fetus the Fickle...  Fetus the Fucked...
Fetus Owner of Department Stores...  Names for the entity brought into existence
by the Mighty Coathanger.  Little did his 'Alimightiness' know that he was but a
tool of Coathanger...  For as long as Fetus and his followers continued their
actions, Deathbringer only grew in strength...  The stronger they became, the
stronger He became.
     By the Almighty Abortion, Coathanger had brought into existence one of the
most fearsome forces of all eternity, a force whose sole purpose in 'life' was
to fuck everything up.  Fetus...  And as long as Abortion was looked down upon,
Coathanger's strength would reign eternal...  As long as empty headed women saw
Fetus' as a curse, as long as they were willing to kill a part of themselves,
Coathanger would dominate...  And dominate He did, unknowingly, behind the
scenes, letting none know that He was in control...
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     Moses was a man of little intelligence.  He had this all encompassing
desire to be whipped and beaten and made to pull big rocks, wallow in the mud,
and make bricks without straw.  So, when Job Services came around and offered
him a job as a Prince of Egpyt, he turned it down and took on the job of Slave
to the Pharoah.
     The people of Israel had grown sick of centuries of Bondage and Discipline,
and were looking for someone to lead them from captivity, someone who would show
them NEW kinky sex rites.
     Now...Moses was stupid, but he was ambitious.  Instead of being whipped, he
wanted to do the beating, as that turned him on much more.  Coathanger noticed
this, and called to Moses.
     "Moses!  Yo!  Bud!  Hey you!  Yeah you, with the stretch marks!  Cm'here!"
     For many days, Moses journeyed to the Golden Calf Tavern, where Coathanger
was leading him.  Once there, Moses proceeded to get really fucked up.  When he
was done, and was stumbling out the door, Coathanger appeared.
     "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!  Look at THAT!  Its a COATHANGER!"
     "Shhhhh!  Keep it down, keep it down.  Let's make a deal bub."
     "Uhhhh, whash kinda deal you wan' make, Mishter?"
     "I'll show you how to lead your people out of Egpyt and give you your very
own whip and leather straps, if you'll just promise to do exactly as I say."
     "Ok!  Shoundsh good!  Let'sh get to work!"

--Weeks Later, In Pharoah's Audience Chamber, Auditions For Party Entertainment
Are Being Held--

     "Next!"
     "A girl calling herself Loosey, sire."
     A little girl walked into the chamber, and sat before the Pharoah on a
small reed mat.  She looked up at Pharoah, rolled her eyes in the back of her
head, started screaming "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" and spun her head
around on her shoulders three times, puked bile for 10 feet all over the place,
fingered herself and began fucking the air.
     "Hey, how many of these things are we going to get?  That's the fifth one
today!  NEXT!"
     "A runaway slave named Moses who turned down the offer of Prince to be
beaten chained and whipped all in the name of kinky sex, sire."
     "What is your trick, what is it that you do?"
     "My Lord and My God speaks to you through me, and these are his words.
      Let my people go, so that they may worship me faithfully without being
whipped and beaten!"
     "Who is this Lord, that I should let them go?  I know this dude not, and
the Israelites are leaving not."
     Pharoah kicked Moses out, and decreed that all Israelites were now only
required to make half as many bricks as before, and they could have 3 days off
every week, with pay, to be thoroughly beaten and whipped, with newer and
kinkier sex rites, to keep their mind off of freedom, as Moses promised.
     Moses returned to the Golden Calf, got plastered, and met with Coathanger
once again.  "Oh Mighty Hanger of Coats, what can we do now?  Pharoah didn't
listen to your Mighty Decree, oh he is soooo strong and wise!"
     "Go to my people, Moses.  And tell them that their Lord and their God has
promised freedom from the bondage, freedom from slavery.  I will deliver them
from Egypt!"
     Moses did as told, and was laughed at hysterically.  The people were really
enjoying the extra bondage, besides, Coathanger didn't promise anything, just
the end of a fantastically kinky sex act!
     Coathanger and Moses chatted once again, and this time they decided to blow
Pharoah's mind with some really awesome shit...
     "Show me your miracles, show me what this Coathanger can do!"
     Moses pulled out his dick, and it began slithering and sliding, like a
snake, and grew longer and longer, and fucked a serving girl.
     But Pharoah was unimpressed, and brought another serving girl into the
room.  She stripped, and suddenly a long dick slithered from her asshole and she
proceeded to pump herself until she couldn't fuck any longer.
     And then Coathanger said unto Moses..."Go to Pharoah as he goes out to piss
in the river.  Then, take in hand your mighty dick and say to him "Coathanger
says, Let My People Go, or I shall surely strike the waters of the river and
make them nasty!""
     Pharoah went out to take his morning piss, and noticed someone on the other
bank, flailing his arms and going "Oo oo oo!  Hey!  Hey!  Lookit lookit!"  He
recognized it as Moses.  He was holding his dick in hand, and started mumbling
some gibberish about striking the river if Pharoah didn't free the people.
     "Hey, yo, you can kiss my ASS if you think I'm letting all this free sex
go!  You MUST be buggin'"
     So with a mighty grunt, Moses pissed in the river, and it turned yellow and
stank, becoming urine.  The whole of the river was urine, but Pharoah was not
bothered, anyone can piss in a river.  He spoke to the slaves...
     "Slaves of Egypt!  Because of what has been done to my river, I am now
cutting out the whippings!  You will now do NOTHING!  You will stay at home and
be treated like HUMAN BEINGS!  That is the punishment!"
     Now the slaves grew restless, and yea, even Moses was depressed, because he
too missed the Bondage and Discipline.  Ah!  His moment!  He could take
advantage of the situation!
     "My people!  Coathanger says this!  Follow me from Egypt, and I shall see
to it that you are thrashed thrice daily!"
     Well, the people were really excited about this, and began to form a faith
for Coathanger, and worshipped Moses as His prophet.  After all, anything was
better than being treated like humans...
     And Moses spoke again to Coathanger, and again Moses went unto Pharoah.
     "Pharoah!  This is what Coathanger the Barbarian has decreed!  If you don't
let my people go, you're gonna be really really really really really sorry!  I
shall send plagues on top of plagues and you will weep!"
     "Bah humbug...  You expect me to believe that shit?"
     Fetus had hardened Pharoah's heart, unbeknownst to all.  The Pharoah was
now the tool of Fetus, doing as Fetus bade.
     The next day, frogs with lice stormed the country and attacked the cattle,
giving them all boils which killed them all and then flies buzzed the area
dropping tons of maggots onto the fields and then ten gazillion locusts flew
through and ate up everybody's Egyptian Express cards and then the sun was
struck and it was dark at noon for all kinds of hours.  But still, Pharoah was
strong, his heart was hardened.  He did not give in.
     Hank Aaron then arose in front of the people and a dejected Moses.  "My
Lord speaks to me, and gives me a message for you all:
     "Yo...Dudes!  This is FETUS!  Wanna have a PARTY?  Well hey man, all you
cats gotta do meet me in the desert at 9pm Friday!  Catch ya later dudes!"
     Moses feared for Coathanger as all the Israelites suddenly decided that
Fetus was the man to vote for.
     "Wait!  People of Israel!  Fetus has offered you no way of leaving!
Coathanger shall remove you from here, and let you go to the party, all you must
do is follow Coathanger's decrees!"
     Well hey, the people saw a definite advantage in following Coathanger,
Fetus was notoriously good at having some really wakked out parties, the
Canaanites were a really jammin' kinda people, and everyone had heard about the
big blast they had at Sodom...
     The next morning, Moses once again approached Pharoah.
     "This is the word of Coathanger.
     Free my people, that they may have a hell of a party."
     Well, Pharoah wasn't about the let a bunch of slaves go to a party that he
didn't get an invitation to, so he promptly said NO and decreed that all slaves
would now be allowed to stay up as late as they wanted.
     Aaron stood before his people and Pharoah and said, "This is the decree of
my liege Fetus!  Let 'em go or you'll be soooooorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyy!"
     Pharoah laughed at that, after all, how foolish could these people be?  Who
ever heard of a dude named Fetus being able to do anything to a Pharoah?
But even as Pharoah laughed, all of the Egyptian Fetuses ruptured the flesh of
their mothers, clawing their way out, slaughtering their parents and all their
friends, going on a mass killing spree and hacking up all the first born boys in
all the families except those who had a Ghostbuster sign on their front door.
     "Ok!  Ok!  I give!  Fetus has beaten me!  The people may go to the party!
They are free!"
     Cheers and ecstatic joy went through all the slaves, for at last, they
would have a hell of a party in the desert!  Coathanger felt his power slipping,
for Fetus had a power that Coathanger had not foreseen.
     Coathanger spoke unto Moses once again...  "Take my people towards the sea,
and when you reach the sea, piss in it, and the waters shall be parted!"
     "Oh, yeah right, bullshit man, there's no way in hell you can do something
like that!"
     "Well, ok, so you're right.  Take my people to the bridge I built last
night, that'll let 'em cross the Red Sea.  And hey, while yer there, light up a
Bic for me and say I caused the flame, ok?"
     "Yeah, sure, but I better get a hell of a pension for this."

     Two months later...  Coathanger had, deliberately, led the people away from
the party and towards the mountains.  Fetus was furious, for he had not known
that the people were so stupid as to see that it was HE that caused the attack
by the fetuses.  As they neared the mountains, Rap music was heard from the top
of Cyanide, and Moses took it as a sign.  He told all the people to stay where
they were, that he was going to go get some really juked out shit and he'd be
back shortly.
     Once Moses reached the top of the mountain, he found a flaming marijuana
plant, but it wasn't burning up!  Well, this was like the most fucked thing he
had ever seen, and he was truly in awe!
     "Moses.  Thou hast done thy job well.  Now.  Scribe these commandments down
for me, for these are the rules my people are to live by.
     Thou shalt have no other parties before I say so.
     Thou shalt not make for thyself any idol of anything other than Bruce
Springsteen because I said so.
     Thou shalt not misuse a coathanger and use it for any purpose other than
back alley abortions, for using it for any other purpose will really piss me
off!
     Thou shalt remember the song Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath because it is a really
cool song, and you will listen to it as much as possible.
     Thou shalt kill thy mother and thy father, for they are EVIL!
     Thou shalt not kill on every third leap year that falls on a Thursday.
     Thou shalt not fuck anyone else's spouse with permission.
     Thou shalt never tell the truth in any Court of Law.
     Thou shalt never covet what thy neighbor has, simply steal the damn thing
and get it over with."

     But when the People heard the Rap music, they were apalled.  They had
busted their asses to follow a drunk son of a bitch to a mountain, missing the
party and still not having any really kinky sex.  Then, to top it all off, they
were forced to endure the sounds of Aborigine bongo banging with sounds like fat
lipped fuckers spitting all over the place.  That was all they could take!
     Well Fetus noticed this.  He planted a big ass building right in the middle
of the desert where the People were, and they were amazed.  He called it the
Golden Calf Tavern, and all were welcome.  Inside he threw a hell of a party,
free drinks to everyone, and the kinkiest sex rites ever devised went on
inside.  Adam and Eve would have been awed by the things done inside!
     Everybody got fucked up royally, and they were banging like bunnies on a
hot summer night, when Moses came down from the mountain.
     Moses was walking slowly, trying to balance the slabs of stone he was
carrying that had the commandments engraved upon them.  When he looked down upon
the building and saw that the party had begun, and that Fetus had been
responsible, he slammed the tablets down, breaking them, ran to the building and
joined the party in the name of Fetus.

     And so ended the reign of Coathanger, for the last of his followers were
bought by the thought of an eternal party, a party that only Fetus can throw.
The power of such a blow was too much for Coathanger, the last of his strength
was sapped in attempting to comprehend just exactly HOW kinky the sexual acts
actually were.  Fetus reigns supreme.

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     This is the sad story of Tom...  Yes, the story of Tom is sad.  And this
sad story is about Tom, for Tom's story is truly sad.  And so, we now begin the
Tom's sad story...

     Tom was a bater.  Just what the hell is a bater?  Well, lets put it this
way, the word is a derivitive for a word that names a certain act that when
performed supposedly grows hair on your palms or makes you go blind.  Yes, my
friends, Tom was a mastur-bater.  Not only was he a masturbater, he was THE
Master Bater!  Yes!  Noone could whack like Tom could!  He was the best damn
fist fuck in the whole town!  Why, it was even said, that his fist was better
than any pussy in the world if you lubed it enough!
     Ok, so, Tom the Bater desperately wanted to become a de-bater, but he was
addicted...  Oh, he just HAD to have his morning whack!  He came over breakfast,
in the shower, hell, he even beat his meat at school during films!  That feeling
of sexual relief, the temporary ending of his lustful sexual cravings!  It was
the best thing that had ever happened to him!
     He could not stop.
     None of the warnings did him any good...
     "You'll go BLIND" his dad said.
     "You'll grow HAIR on your palms" his mom said.
     He paid no attention, he heeded nothing but the craving for more bating.
It was his life.  He especially liked to cum all over himself, smearing it as
far as it would go, onto every square inch of body part he could.
     This went on for a very long time...  Tom bated with some of the kinkiest
techniques available...He tried Coke bottles, paper-towl cardboard thingies,
hollowed out bars of soap, his mattress, his wall, Plastic Pussies, hell, he
even went so far as to suck his own dick to bring the ejaculation...
     But. . .  Apparently one of the rumors he had heard was partially correct,
and a problem soon developed...  It seems that the cum WAS causing hair growth.
Lots of it...  Much more accelerated than normal...  At first, he thought it was
just maturity, because he developed a bush that the most unshaven bimbo would
stand in awe of.
     Yet it did not stop there.  It slowly spread its way down the inside of his
legs...  And then it came (npi) up his stomach...  He had smeared it on his
chest, and rapidly, hair was growing on it.  He creamed it all over his face,
and his face was soon a furry mass......
     None of which would have been so bad...Except this was no ordinary hair.
It was...Runaway Pubic Hair!  (Lots of reverb on that)  Yes!  All the hair he
was growing was PUBIC hair!  The tightly curled mass of brown oily hair was all
over his body!  And the more he shaved it, the quicker it grew back!  Soon his
legs were shaggier than his dogs, he had to shave his face seven times a day and
even then it his face was hardly ever truly shaven!  He soon found himself
wearing larger shirts, because the hair on his abdomen had gotten so thick his
normal shirts would no longer fit!
     It spread to his back, and all over his ass!  Down his legs and even onto
his feet!  It grew into his ears and his nose!  It took over his scalp and his
head of hair was now pubic hair!
     And before anyone knew what the hell was going on, Tom was nothing but a
big ball of ever growing runaway pubic hair.


     You better stop bating, little kiddies.


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