This is just the worst! Beyond your most sueish nightmares
Story/series title: Daddy Knows Best.
Fandom: From what I can gather, it's the result of crossing 'The Little Mermaid' and an Incest brothel (if such a thing exists.)
Culprit Authors Name: bellhop080
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Condom Count: Four broken condoms on one broken vibrator. This is just bad.
Full Name/s: Ariel, King Triton (although never referred to as such), Adrina (sister), Adella (sister), King Saptule (Sex expert), Prince Ursimus (sleaze).
Species: Squickalicious. There are no words to expand further.
Hair/Eye Color With Description: Ariel: Red hair. Ursimus: Greasy hair. Thats it.
Body Type: Ariel: Large bust, flat stomach. Triton: Muscular. Saptule: Fat with plenty of rolls and a short stubby dick.
Special Possessions: Ariel DOESN”T have a bra/shells the correct size for her breasts, a randiness for her Father to tell her what to do sexually and is otherwise virginal (for all of two pages.)
Annoying Origin: See under 'Species'
Annoying Special Abilities: Ariel: nothing important. Triton: lets his daughter be raped. Adrina and Adella: riding Daddy home. Saptule: knows how to make sure a woman is 'working'
Connection to Canon: What does that mean? My confused!
Fetishes/Squicks: Incest gangbangs. Do I need to say more?
Other comments found here
You can't beat this. There is no way!
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. For once, a proper and honest disclaimer. It reads a little like my disclaimers, but this is not mine. It is not slash.
“But Daddy, I don’t want to marry this Prince Ursimus,” Ariel whined. “I’ve never even met him!” Well that's just not good enough, is it?
“Ariel, you are sixteen years old, and you’ll do what I say!” he answered. He who? And sixteen is a very old-school number to be married at.
Ariel sighed. This wasn’t a good kind of day at all. So what kind of day was it? First she had trouble fitting into her shells this morning whoops!, and her sisters teased her about how big her breasts were getting. One would think that if your body is getting too big for clothing/shells/whatever, you would do something about it before it became awkward. It wasn’t her fault that they were getting so huge! She had been practicing the 'Lady Ninja Trick: Bust Shield' but she hadn't learned to reverse it yet. And Sebastian, her father’s assistant, was there and he kept trying to feel her up. Fucking dirty little shit. She slapped his claws away, but she had to admit, she fantasized about how they would feel on her nipples. I imagine that having one's nipples pinched by a crab is less than pleasant, especially for a woman. Nobody but her had ever touched her like that, but she was touching herself far too much. Ariel the Wanking Princess... it's missing something. She got horny whenever anyone looked at her - fish, crab, merman…even her father. She is more randy than any male I have ever met.
“Ariel, are you listening to me?” Some random voice asked.
He was so awfully big, that was all. He was just a Big nothing. A blob that somewhat represented the shape of a merman. Muscular all over, and so powerful and in control. Sit! Stay! Good daughter. He slid his hand up the large staff he was clutching and forgetting how to spell trident,, and she imagined how he would touch his cock. She is fantasizing about her Dad. Ewww! She bet he did it a lot So we have a wanker Princess and King. Oh goodie. 'The Little Mermaid 3: Meet the Wankers., since Mom was gone, and as she thought about it, she could feel the split in her tail begin to emerge. True, it would have been nice if someone had actually mentioned how Mermaids breed when they wrote the mythology. She quickly flipped over to lie on her stomach to hide it. I think that, being your Father, he would understand being frequently horny at a young age. After all, men are horny 24/7 (pretty much).
“Ariel!” Triton!
“Yes, daddy!” said Ariel, automatically. Press two: “No Daddy.” Press three: “Not FAIR!” Press four: “Not now, my slit is showing again... oops!”
“Good. I’ll expect you to be here at late tide, then.” While we do know it is Triton talking, it really helps if you state it is him talking.
She realized that she had just agreed to something that she hadn’t even heard. “W-wait, daddy…” she called, but it was too late. He was swimming away and was going deaf at the same time.
Ariel didn’t see the big smile her father, the King, was wearing as a cod piece as he turned, or notice the prominent bulge that had grown in his tail which tells me things are going to get more sexual as time goes by.
SNIP: Ariel arrives after High tide (late to discover a greasy haired Prince and an overweight king waiting for her. She hasn't bothered to get larger shells.
“Daddy, what’s going on?” she asked. WELL DUH!
Her father dropped his capital letters and shook his head wearily. She didn’t see the gleam in his eye. This was probably a good thing. “Ariel, we talked about this just this morning.” Then, to the old man, “Ariel can be very forgetful.” What a good idea, I will promote my daughters negative side so whoever is going to marry her won't want her.
The man gave her an appraising look that lingered over her long red hair, flat stomach, and stayed on her large breasts. Men! Go fig. Ariel remembered that her shells were still too small to cover her up properly, and checked to make sure her breasts were secure. She was afraid that they would fall off at any given moment. To her embarrassment, they truly looked like they were going to fall out any moment. I am seeing Ariel with massive bossies and sinking slowly to the ocean floor while trying desperately to swim. She blushed, and tried to adjust herself, to no avail. Yes, just lure the attention of three men to your oversized bust, as if it wasn't obvious already.
“…not looking at her for her brains,” she heard the man saying, and heard him and her father and sisters laugh. You will never marry a Princess with brains in the Disney world. It was then that she noticed that her sisters were behaving very strangely around her father. This is where it all goes down hill with no sign of recovery. I think you can piece it together yourself. And looked at how they were dressed, I understand frequent past tense is the fashion these days!
Rather than wearing their usual garb, which was the two solid shells like the ones she was wearing, they were wearing some draping white fabric that, in the water, was nearly completely sheer. She could see their nipples standing out as they were ten times longer than they should have been.. And they weren’t even trying to hide it. This is bad.
Andrina was sitting in her father’s lap, and he had his arm around Adella. What was going on? Like it isn't obvious.
“Anyway,” she heard her father say, “Do you remember why you’re here, Ariel?”
She shook her head, still dazed. Like I said, you can't marry a Princess with brains in the Disney universe.
“You’re here because of your marriage to the son of King Saptule, Prince Ursimus.” He gestured to the fat man and the boy. Oh dear! Ariel stared in shock. That was the prince? His pimply skin, greasy hair, and pasty skin were disgusting. And his father was worse! You can't keep grease under water because it would wash out after a short amount of time. So his hair could be 'matted' or 'tangled' or 'unkempt' but it can't be greasy.
“Father - ”
“Silence, Ariel!” Got told!
She stopped. He’d never talked to her like that! Sure he hadn't! Even as she felt herself grow a little angry, she also knew that this was how she always wanted to be talked to by her father. Getting told off? He does that on a daily basis. Like he owned her. Like she was his little bitch. She was silent. Gross!
“What your father is saying,” said King Saptule, smoothly, “is that before the marriage, we want to make sure that everything is in…working order, so to speak?” Pfft! What? So if her parts aren't in 'working order' you can take her to the mechanic to get her fixed? He gave her breasts another long look. “And ready to…go?” If not, they need a grease and oil change, and some deflating in her breasts while you're there. Maybe have them rotated and rebalanced....
She stared. He could not mean what she thought he meant! Well, if she could find another meaning, she could pretend to be ignorant, but there is no other meaning when talking about people... unless you're a doctor. “But, daddy -”
“Ariel! DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!” Any Father willing to let his daughter be raped deserves a shot in the head with a harpoon/gun.
At his tone, she couldn’t stop the slight split that began to emerge in her tail. She was becoming human again. And even as she hoped that nobody would notice, she knew that they already had. This is really sad! Her sisters were giggling, ”she's showing of her slit-slit!” Prince Ursimus had looked up, and was staring at her with wide eyes. Men! Go fig! And King Saptule gave a long, low chuckle.
“So far, everything seems all right. Ursimus!” And under what circumstances would they not be alright? Please, tell me, I am fascinated (on a human body level.)
The boy snapped out of his daze. “Yes, father?”
“Give the girl a try, boy!” She is a person, not a blow-up doll.
At the sight of the boy approaching, Ariel gave a meek, “Father…” but the fierce glare he gave silenced her, and made the split just a little bit wider. Open wide, cum inside, its Ariel! Now it was the width of perhaps a single finger. Oh...goody. I can get my finger off now. It has been very randy. She was embarrassed, but she found herself unable to stop looking at her father, where he reclined on his throne. This is seriously Ewww. Whoever wrote this had very twisted ideals and or/ upbringings.
Adrina was rubbing her father’s lap with fast strokes, and her father was massaging Adella’s breasts through the white fabric. I have made my point. Ariel was so entranced that she hadn’t even noticed how close Ursimus had come until she felt a single dirty finger slide into the split in her fin. Well duh!
“Stop!” she cried, but Ursimus just grinned and thrust it inside, jerking it in and out quickly. Far from feeling good, she found herself disgusted by the feel. The split began to close, swiftly and his finger was stuck in there.
“Boy, what are you doing?” And in one swift movement, Ursimus had been pulled aside and King Saptule was standing in front of her, all jiggling fat and tiny round eyes. “This is how it’s done.” This is something that I am not sure has been achieved in human history (and if it has, don't tell me.) Two different families in one big incest party. Bastet help us.
The shells were swept off her breasts with a very large broom to contend with her bust size, which were left to bounce free. Her breasts detached and bounced away across the Atlantic Ocean floor. They were quickly grasped in Saptule’s big, fat fingers and promptly returned to their original location.. He squeezed them, jiggled them, pushed them together and nuzzled his face in them. In major disgust, Ariel pulled his head into her enormous bust and held it there until he stopped flailing. Despite her initial disgust, Ariel couldn’t deny the pure pleasure of the feeling. If I had some ugly guy playing with my personals, he'd receive a sudden blow from my knee/s The split in her fin was widening, and she heard herself moan… Disgraceful!
Before being shoved down onto the ocean floor, Saptule’s thick fingers tangled in her hair. “Now, suck and help me make a proper paragraph.” he said, and she barely had time to open her mouth to say “No!” before a thick stubby length in his fin was being shoved into her mouth. She had never done anything like this before. Is this why you need to test to see if everything is working?
His stinky flavor flavor can't stink. Flavor tastes bad and smells stink. was enough to make her want to gag. He was thrusting himself into her mouth, in and out, in and out, that is how thrusting works. and if Ariel were a human girl reliant on air, she would have passed out. But she is a mermaid deprived of water, so she would still pass out.
“Yeah, that’s it, bitch, keep that. Bite it off and put it in a box. Oh yeah, oh, I’m fucking your mouth, you big-titted princess bitch, Such charming language. I’m fucking it. Ohohoh, yeah.” He kept up the noises and foul language the entire time. If I was Ariel, I'd leave town first chance I got rather than be married to an incest family who intend to rape me every other day of the week. Ariel rolled her eyes to give her father a pleading look, but when she saw him, he looked to be very busy. He had turned back to his book. Adrina was in his lap, riding his own length as he sucked on Adella’s tits. Even with the stinky cock in her mouth, she felt her slit widen. You disgusting bitch.
Ariel yelped as she felt something thicker than a finger slide into her slit. I wonder what it could be? A sausage? A bottle of wine? A tree trunk? She couldn’t turn, not with King Saptule’s fingers tangled in her long red hair, but she smelled Ursimus’s stinky breath on her neck and heard his rasping whispers of, “Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, fucking the princess, fucking the hot princess, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah.” He sounds like a retard who states everything he does in the third person.
Ariel was going to scream for help until she felt a clumsy finger feeling around the slit and hitting this magic spot, wonderful spot, pretty spot, special spot, delightful spot, spotty spot, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations of it were enough to make Saptule groan and spill out a mound of greenish white seed into her mouth. My stomach just did the reverse jack-knife, double-flip, quarter turn swan dive.
She spat some of it out, but with her mouth empty now, she couldn’t help the excited squeaks she gave every time Ursimus’s cock slid in and out. she was squeaking like a slightly rusty door being opened and closed quickly.
“Clean me, bitch,” Saptule demanded, and she obediently licked. With her first cock in her, she didn’t even want to protest. What do you know? Get fucked by a sleaze and his father and you are a slut for life. If she was a virgin (which it sounds like she was) you can't thrust right in, you'll tear something. Ariel would then be incapable of any vaginal activities for months, which renders her almost sexually useless. Whoops! Oh well, she will just have to live with anal and oral, until that gets fucked up as well (so to put it). Then she will need to be serviced because nothing will be working.
Fandom: From what I can gather, it's the result of crossing 'The Little Mermaid' and an Incest brothel (if such a thing exists.)
Culprit Authors Name: bellhop080
Read It Here
Condom Count: Four broken condoms on one broken vibrator. This is just bad.
Full Name/s: Ariel, King Triton (although never referred to as such), Adrina (sister), Adella (sister), King Saptule (Sex expert), Prince Ursimus (sleaze).
Species: Squickalicious. There are no words to expand further.
Hair/Eye Color With Description: Ariel: Red hair. Ursimus: Greasy hair. Thats it.
Body Type: Ariel: Large bust, flat stomach. Triton: Muscular. Saptule: Fat with plenty of rolls and a short stubby dick.
Special Possessions: Ariel DOESN”T have a bra/shells the correct size for her breasts, a randiness for her Father to tell her what to do sexually and is otherwise virginal (for all of two pages.)
Annoying Origin: See under 'Species'
Annoying Special Abilities: Ariel: nothing important. Triton: lets his daughter be raped. Adrina and Adella: riding Daddy home. Saptule: knows how to make sure a woman is 'working'
Connection to Canon: What does that mean? My confused!
Fetishes/Squicks: Incest gangbangs. Do I need to say more?
Other comments found here
You can't beat this. There is no way!
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. For once, a proper and honest disclaimer. It reads a little like my disclaimers, but this is not mine. It is not slash.
“But Daddy, I don’t want to marry this Prince Ursimus,” Ariel whined. “I’ve never even met him!” Well that's just not good enough, is it?
“Ariel, you are sixteen years old, and you’ll do what I say!” he answered. He who? And sixteen is a very old-school number to be married at.
Ariel sighed. This wasn’t a good kind of day at all. So what kind of day was it? First she had trouble fitting into her shells this morning whoops!, and her sisters teased her about how big her breasts were getting. One would think that if your body is getting too big for clothing/shells/whatever, you would do something about it before it became awkward. It wasn’t her fault that they were getting so huge! She had been practicing the 'Lady Ninja Trick: Bust Shield' but she hadn't learned to reverse it yet. And Sebastian, her father’s assistant, was there and he kept trying to feel her up. Fucking dirty little shit. She slapped his claws away, but she had to admit, she fantasized about how they would feel on her nipples. I imagine that having one's nipples pinched by a crab is less than pleasant, especially for a woman. Nobody but her had ever touched her like that, but she was touching herself far too much. Ariel the Wanking Princess... it's missing something. She got horny whenever anyone looked at her - fish, crab, merman…even her father. She is more randy than any male I have ever met.
“Ariel, are you listening to me?” Some random voice asked.
He was so awfully big, that was all. He was just a Big nothing. A blob that somewhat represented the shape of a merman. Muscular all over, and so powerful and in control. Sit! Stay! Good daughter. He slid his hand up the large staff he was clutching and forgetting how to spell trident,, and she imagined how he would touch his cock. She is fantasizing about her Dad. Ewww! She bet he did it a lot So we have a wanker Princess and King. Oh goodie. 'The Little Mermaid 3: Meet the Wankers., since Mom was gone, and as she thought about it, she could feel the split in her tail begin to emerge. True, it would have been nice if someone had actually mentioned how Mermaids breed when they wrote the mythology. She quickly flipped over to lie on her stomach to hide it. I think that, being your Father, he would understand being frequently horny at a young age. After all, men are horny 24/7 (pretty much).
“Ariel!” Triton!
“Yes, daddy!” said Ariel, automatically. Press two: “No Daddy.” Press three: “Not FAIR!” Press four: “Not now, my slit is showing again... oops!”
“Good. I’ll expect you to be here at late tide, then.” While we do know it is Triton talking, it really helps if you state it is him talking.
She realized that she had just agreed to something that she hadn’t even heard. “W-wait, daddy…” she called, but it was too late. He was swimming away and was going deaf at the same time.
Ariel didn’t see the big smile her father, the King, was wearing as a cod piece as he turned, or notice the prominent bulge that had grown in his tail which tells me things are going to get more sexual as time goes by.
SNIP: Ariel arrives after High tide (late to discover a greasy haired Prince and an overweight king waiting for her. She hasn't bothered to get larger shells.
“Daddy, what’s going on?” she asked. WELL DUH!
Her father dropped his capital letters and shook his head wearily. She didn’t see the gleam in his eye. This was probably a good thing. “Ariel, we talked about this just this morning.” Then, to the old man, “Ariel can be very forgetful.” What a good idea, I will promote my daughters negative side so whoever is going to marry her won't want her.
The man gave her an appraising look that lingered over her long red hair, flat stomach, and stayed on her large breasts. Men! Go fig. Ariel remembered that her shells were still too small to cover her up properly, and checked to make sure her breasts were secure. She was afraid that they would fall off at any given moment. To her embarrassment, they truly looked like they were going to fall out any moment. I am seeing Ariel with massive bossies and sinking slowly to the ocean floor while trying desperately to swim. She blushed, and tried to adjust herself, to no avail. Yes, just lure the attention of three men to your oversized bust, as if it wasn't obvious already.
“…not looking at her for her brains,” she heard the man saying, and heard him and her father and sisters laugh. You will never marry a Princess with brains in the Disney world. It was then that she noticed that her sisters were behaving very strangely around her father. This is where it all goes down hill with no sign of recovery. I think you can piece it together yourself. And looked at how they were dressed, I understand frequent past tense is the fashion these days!
Rather than wearing their usual garb, which was the two solid shells like the ones she was wearing, they were wearing some draping white fabric that, in the water, was nearly completely sheer. She could see their nipples standing out as they were ten times longer than they should have been.. And they weren’t even trying to hide it. This is bad.
Andrina was sitting in her father’s lap, and he had his arm around Adella. What was going on? Like it isn't obvious.
“Anyway,” she heard her father say, “Do you remember why you’re here, Ariel?”
She shook her head, still dazed. Like I said, you can't marry a Princess with brains in the Disney universe.
“You’re here because of your marriage to the son of King Saptule, Prince Ursimus.” He gestured to the fat man and the boy. Oh dear! Ariel stared in shock. That was the prince? His pimply skin, greasy hair, and pasty skin were disgusting. And his father was worse! You can't keep grease under water because it would wash out after a short amount of time. So his hair could be 'matted' or 'tangled' or 'unkempt' but it can't be greasy.
“Father - ”
“Silence, Ariel!” Got told!
She stopped. He’d never talked to her like that! Sure he hadn't! Even as she felt herself grow a little angry, she also knew that this was how she always wanted to be talked to by her father. Getting told off? He does that on a daily basis. Like he owned her. Like she was his little bitch. She was silent. Gross!
“What your father is saying,” said King Saptule, smoothly, “is that before the marriage, we want to make sure that everything is in…working order, so to speak?” Pfft! What? So if her parts aren't in 'working order' you can take her to the mechanic to get her fixed? He gave her breasts another long look. “And ready to…go?” If not, they need a grease and oil change, and some deflating in her breasts while you're there. Maybe have them rotated and rebalanced....
She stared. He could not mean what she thought he meant! Well, if she could find another meaning, she could pretend to be ignorant, but there is no other meaning when talking about people... unless you're a doctor. “But, daddy -”
“Ariel! DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!” Any Father willing to let his daughter be raped deserves a shot in the head with a harpoon/gun.
At his tone, she couldn’t stop the slight split that began to emerge in her tail. She was becoming human again. And even as she hoped that nobody would notice, she knew that they already had. This is really sad! Her sisters were giggling, ”she's showing of her slit-slit!” Prince Ursimus had looked up, and was staring at her with wide eyes. Men! Go fig! And King Saptule gave a long, low chuckle.
“So far, everything seems all right. Ursimus!” And under what circumstances would they not be alright? Please, tell me, I am fascinated (on a human body level.)
The boy snapped out of his daze. “Yes, father?”
“Give the girl a try, boy!” She is a person, not a blow-up doll.
At the sight of the boy approaching, Ariel gave a meek, “Father…” but the fierce glare he gave silenced her, and made the split just a little bit wider. Open wide, cum inside, its Ariel! Now it was the width of perhaps a single finger. Oh...goody. I can get my finger off now. It has been very randy. She was embarrassed, but she found herself unable to stop looking at her father, where he reclined on his throne. This is seriously Ewww. Whoever wrote this had very twisted ideals and or/ upbringings.
Adrina was rubbing her father’s lap with fast strokes, and her father was massaging Adella’s breasts through the white fabric. I have made my point. Ariel was so entranced that she hadn’t even noticed how close Ursimus had come until she felt a single dirty finger slide into the split in her fin. Well duh!
“Stop!” she cried, but Ursimus just grinned and thrust it inside, jerking it in and out quickly. Far from feeling good, she found herself disgusted by the feel. The split began to close, swiftly and his finger was stuck in there.
“Boy, what are you doing?” And in one swift movement, Ursimus had been pulled aside and King Saptule was standing in front of her, all jiggling fat and tiny round eyes. “This is how it’s done.” This is something that I am not sure has been achieved in human history (and if it has, don't tell me.) Two different families in one big incest party. Bastet help us.
The shells were swept off her breasts with a very large broom to contend with her bust size, which were left to bounce free. Her breasts detached and bounced away across the Atlantic Ocean floor. They were quickly grasped in Saptule’s big, fat fingers and promptly returned to their original location.. He squeezed them, jiggled them, pushed them together and nuzzled his face in them. In major disgust, Ariel pulled his head into her enormous bust and held it there until he stopped flailing. Despite her initial disgust, Ariel couldn’t deny the pure pleasure of the feeling. If I had some ugly guy playing with my personals, he'd receive a sudden blow from my knee/s The split in her fin was widening, and she heard herself moan… Disgraceful!
Before being shoved down onto the ocean floor, Saptule’s thick fingers tangled in her hair. “Now, suck and help me make a proper paragraph.” he said, and she barely had time to open her mouth to say “No!” before a thick stubby length in his fin was being shoved into her mouth. She had never done anything like this before. Is this why you need to test to see if everything is working?
His stinky flavor flavor can't stink. Flavor tastes bad and smells stink. was enough to make her want to gag. He was thrusting himself into her mouth, in and out, in and out, that is how thrusting works. and if Ariel were a human girl reliant on air, she would have passed out. But she is a mermaid deprived of water, so she would still pass out.
“Yeah, that’s it, bitch, keep that. Bite it off and put it in a box. Oh yeah, oh, I’m fucking your mouth, you big-titted princess bitch, Such charming language. I’m fucking it. Ohohoh, yeah.” He kept up the noises and foul language the entire time. If I was Ariel, I'd leave town first chance I got rather than be married to an incest family who intend to rape me every other day of the week. Ariel rolled her eyes to give her father a pleading look, but when she saw him, he looked to be very busy. He had turned back to his book. Adrina was in his lap, riding his own length as he sucked on Adella’s tits. Even with the stinky cock in her mouth, she felt her slit widen. You disgusting bitch.
Ariel yelped as she felt something thicker than a finger slide into her slit. I wonder what it could be? A sausage? A bottle of wine? A tree trunk? She couldn’t turn, not with King Saptule’s fingers tangled in her long red hair, but she smelled Ursimus’s stinky breath on her neck and heard his rasping whispers of, “Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, fucking the princess, fucking the hot princess, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah.” He sounds like a retard who states everything he does in the third person.
Ariel was going to scream for help until she felt a clumsy finger feeling around the slit and hitting this magic spot, wonderful spot, pretty spot, special spot, delightful spot, spotty spot, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations of it were enough to make Saptule groan and spill out a mound of greenish white seed into her mouth. My stomach just did the reverse jack-knife, double-flip, quarter turn swan dive.
She spat some of it out, but with her mouth empty now, she couldn’t help the excited squeaks she gave every time Ursimus’s cock slid in and out. she was squeaking like a slightly rusty door being opened and closed quickly.
“Clean me, bitch,” Saptule demanded, and she obediently licked. With her first cock in her, she didn’t even want to protest. What do you know? Get fucked by a sleaze and his father and you are a slut for life. If she was a virgin (which it sounds like she was) you can't thrust right in, you'll tear something. Ariel would then be incapable of any vaginal activities for months, which renders her almost sexually useless. Whoops! Oh well, she will just have to live with anal and oral, until that gets fucked up as well (so to put it). Then she will need to be serviced because nothing will be working.