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The Ranger
Chapter 2:
Matthew could not sleep. He had been up working all night, and though he was exhausted, he could not make himself go to the land of slumber. The sun poured into his window. It was 2:30 in the afteroon. It was useless, and Matthew knew it. He jumped out of bed and looked at his pile of dirty clothes. The ones from yesterday had been stained with blood. He had been busy last night beating bitches for his boss, the infamous crime lord Dr. Fuck. Dr. Fuck controlled the city; he was in charge of every murder, every robbery; everything. Matthew had spent the night slamming down bitches who refused Dr. Fuck's hospitality. This was a big no-no. It was a job that Matthew wasn't entirely proud of, but sure enough he did love it. Matthew walked down his clay stairs and stepped out into the sandy streets of Arabstaniastan. He walked down the streets through the market, weaving past camels and common folk. He was famished; bitch beating is a tiresome sport, but an even more tiresome job. He arrived upon a fruit stand, the same one he went to every morning. He looked at the owner of the stand and smiled. The dark man smiled back through his grizzly beard. "Hello, Mullakhaaaaaa, two bananas and cantelope please," Matthew said sweetly to the man. They had become rather friendly acquaintances since Matthew had moved to this land. Mullakhaaaaaa handed the fruit to Matthew who in return handed the old piece of shit 2 gold pieces. Matthew began to walk back through the streets, in hopes to enjoy his morning, however he noticed almost immediately something strange. Some cocksucker had been staring at Matthew, almost unblinkingly. Matthew continued to walk down the streets, slowly, peering over his shoulder at the man every now and then. Sure enough, the man had begun to follow poor lucicous Matthew. Matthew quickly dove into an alleyway and hid in the shadows against a wall; erect and still as a throbber. Moments passed, and then slowly, the man who had been following Matthew stepped into the alleyway. He looked around for the sexy, but did not see Matthew hiding in the shadows. He proceeded down the alleyway, and before you could say "wanger", Matthew had leapt from the shadows and grabbed the stalker from behind. Matthew held him firmly, his penis right up behind the mystery man's corn-hole. It was amazing. The man showed no sign of fear or of surprise. It was as if he had known all along that Matthew was going to do exactly as he did when he did it. "Who are you?" Matthew asked the man. "Why are you following me?" Matthew kept his grasp on the man firm, a skill he had perfected in slapping good bitches around. "I am a deliverer," the man replied. "What are you delivering, and who sent you?!" Matthew responded forcefully and commandingly. "He has been watching you for some time, Matthew. He wants what you have to offer." Matthew did not know what this man was talking about. "I have nothing to offer. WHO SENT YOU!" The deliverer struggled to pull a letter out of a pocket in his garments and he held it out for Matthew to take. Matthew grabbed the letter and pushed the deliverer forcefully to the ground. As he fell, the quiet man said nothing and gave no reaction. He picked himself up and stood silently. "What is this?" Matthew said, eyeing the letter carefully. He heard no response. He looked up, and the man was gone. Matthew gritted his teeth, but thought nothing of the letter. He stuffed it in his pocket, grabbed his fruit, and walked back home. He ascended the clay stairs, and entered his room, and before you could say "big fat black cock filled with big fat black cum", he was face to face with the barrel of a shotgun. Matthew stood perfectly still. "What's going on," he said cautiously and nervously. Matthew looked past the gun and saw a Arabstaniastanian man smiling as he held the shotgun right at Matthew's face. It was Kamkashazulu, one of Dr. Fuck's right hand men. "What is this all about Kamkashazulu??!!!" Matthew exclaimed. The two had been good friends and partners working for Dr. Fuck. "Big Fuck say you get sloppy. He say you try comfort big bitches before smack and whack. He is no happy anymore. He say you is shameful, you is finished he says." Matthew knew of course that Dr. Fuck and Kamkashazulu were right. It was shameful to try and comfort a bitch. It was shameful both as a bich beater and as a man. But something inside had made him recently grow some fucked up compassion. Matthew was filled with dishonor, but he would not go out without a fight. Matthew looked straight at Kamkashazulu and said, "Kam...you are both right...and i deserve to-HOLY SHIT WATCH OUT A BITCH IS BEHIND YOU!!!" Kamkashazulu quickly turned around to kill the fucking whore, but of course there was not one there. Before he could turn back around to deliver a shot to Matthew, Matthew reached to his nightstand, grabbed his bitch-stick, and brought it swiftly down over the back of Kamkashazulu's head. Kamkashazulu went down hard, and Matthew quickly began wailing on him with his bitch stick. Blood oozed from Kamkashazulu's head, much like cum oozing from a dirty bitches ass, until the poor ass-packer was dead. Matthew was breathing heavily. He knew he couldn't stay in the country, Dr. Fuck would learn soon enough what had happened, and would send men after him. He suddenly remembered the letter he had gotten from the strange man. He reached in his pocket, tore it open and quickly began to read it. It began, "Hello. My name is The Ranger."
To be continued...
Chapter 2:
Matthew could not sleep. He had been up working all night, and though he was exhausted, he could not make himself go to the land of slumber. The sun poured into his window. It was 2:30 in the afteroon. It was useless, and Matthew knew it. He jumped out of bed and looked at his pile of dirty clothes. The ones from yesterday had been stained with blood. He had been busy last night beating bitches for his boss, the infamous crime lord Dr. Fuck. Dr. Fuck controlled the city; he was in charge of every murder, every robbery; everything. Matthew had spent the night slamming down bitches who refused Dr. Fuck's hospitality. This was a big no-no. It was a job that Matthew wasn't entirely proud of, but sure enough he did love it. Matthew walked down his clay stairs and stepped out into the sandy streets of Arabstaniastan. He walked down the streets through the market, weaving past camels and common folk. He was famished; bitch beating is a tiresome sport, but an even more tiresome job. He arrived upon a fruit stand, the same one he went to every morning. He looked at the owner of the stand and smiled. The dark man smiled back through his grizzly beard. "Hello, Mullakhaaaaaa, two bananas and cantelope please," Matthew said sweetly to the man. They had become rather friendly acquaintances since Matthew had moved to this land. Mullakhaaaaaa handed the fruit to Matthew who in return handed the old piece of shit 2 gold pieces. Matthew began to walk back through the streets, in hopes to enjoy his morning, however he noticed almost immediately something strange. Some cocksucker had been staring at Matthew, almost unblinkingly. Matthew continued to walk down the streets, slowly, peering over his shoulder at the man every now and then. Sure enough, the man had begun to follow poor lucicous Matthew. Matthew quickly dove into an alleyway and hid in the shadows against a wall; erect and still as a throbber. Moments passed, and then slowly, the man who had been following Matthew stepped into the alleyway. He looked around for the sexy, but did not see Matthew hiding in the shadows. He proceeded down the alleyway, and before you could say "wanger", Matthew had leapt from the shadows and grabbed the stalker from behind. Matthew held him firmly, his penis right up behind the mystery man's corn-hole. It was amazing. The man showed no sign of fear or of surprise. It was as if he had known all along that Matthew was going to do exactly as he did when he did it. "Who are you?" Matthew asked the man. "Why are you following me?" Matthew kept his grasp on the man firm, a skill he had perfected in slapping good bitches around. "I am a deliverer," the man replied. "What are you delivering, and who sent you?!" Matthew responded forcefully and commandingly. "He has been watching you for some time, Matthew. He wants what you have to offer." Matthew did not know what this man was talking about. "I have nothing to offer. WHO SENT YOU!" The deliverer struggled to pull a letter out of a pocket in his garments and he held it out for Matthew to take. Matthew grabbed the letter and pushed the deliverer forcefully to the ground. As he fell, the quiet man said nothing and gave no reaction. He picked himself up and stood silently. "What is this?" Matthew said, eyeing the letter carefully. He heard no response. He looked up, and the man was gone. Matthew gritted his teeth, but thought nothing of the letter. He stuffed it in his pocket, grabbed his fruit, and walked back home. He ascended the clay stairs, and entered his room, and before you could say "big fat black cock filled with big fat black cum", he was face to face with the barrel of a shotgun. Matthew stood perfectly still. "What's going on," he said cautiously and nervously. Matthew looked past the gun and saw a Arabstaniastanian man smiling as he held the shotgun right at Matthew's face. It was Kamkashazulu, one of Dr. Fuck's right hand men. "What is this all about Kamkashazulu??!!!" Matthew exclaimed. The two had been good friends and partners working for Dr. Fuck. "Big Fuck say you get sloppy. He say you try comfort big bitches before smack and whack. He is no happy anymore. He say you is shameful, you is finished he says." Matthew knew of course that Dr. Fuck and Kamkashazulu were right. It was shameful to try and comfort a bitch. It was shameful both as a bich beater and as a man. But something inside had made him recently grow some fucked up compassion. Matthew was filled with dishonor, but he would not go out without a fight. Matthew looked straight at Kamkashazulu and said, "Kam...you are both right...and i deserve to-HOLY SHIT WATCH OUT A BITCH IS BEHIND YOU!!!" Kamkashazulu quickly turned around to kill the fucking whore, but of course there was not one there. Before he could turn back around to deliver a shot to Matthew, Matthew reached to his nightstand, grabbed his bitch-stick, and brought it swiftly down over the back of Kamkashazulu's head. Kamkashazulu went down hard, and Matthew quickly began wailing on him with his bitch stick. Blood oozed from Kamkashazulu's head, much like cum oozing from a dirty bitches ass, until the poor ass-packer was dead. Matthew was breathing heavily. He knew he couldn't stay in the country, Dr. Fuck would learn soon enough what had happened, and would send men after him. He suddenly remembered the letter he had gotten from the strange man. He reached in his pocket, tore it open and quickly began to read it. It began, "Hello. My name is The Ranger."
To be continued...