A Journey in GS Harrington/tong



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(If you/You read the earlier version skip to chapter 3)





Chapter 1: Something lost, forever twirling in the crimson haze of longing and despair, a fractured rose stomped on by society, a broken girl rejected by all but her one true lover: And even then betrayed.





Guzrts’d awoke with a start.

Xir had been sleeping on duty, and only the rapidly approaching footsteps of xer commander had woken her – and just in time, too. As the pleasantly plump officer rounded the corner, her immense form jiggling with every step, Guzrts’d remembered what had made xer join the Extraorbital Privilege Corps: Love.

Panting, and moaning from the constant stimulation of three bullet vibrators, the commandant waddled up to the 6’4 xomex.

“H- huah huah huah H-how’s it going b-” here the officer paused to dry heave— “How’s it finna do dere buddy? Arr yer neuro-plejure yoonits still doin der dooty? I be less senstive af wit mine knowmsaym heah heuah heuh” coughing and retching violently, Guzrts’d’s obese object of obsession failed to notice the change that had come over her “pretty lil wite bitch butt worship doll shit hell fuck”

Guzrts’d froze, and a single tear leaked out of the corner of xer eye. How could this rotund, erotic goddess utter such a repulsive phrase? “Buddy”? DID XER ONE TRUE LOVE JUST ASSUME XER GENDER?

Screeching at the top of xer lungs, Guzrts’d unleashed the fearsome battlecry of xer ancestral people, the Au’deasts. The grease-slicked dripping officer’s smile faded into a confused blank cow-stare as Guzrts’d charged her, embedding xer power-pak™ deep into the fleshy lobes of her former paramore.

“How… how could you… I-I loved you.” She whispered, as the fat womanlet sputtered and coughed up oreo crumbs all over Guzrts’d’s crisp, latex uniform. “You ruined it, you made me do this, YOU RUINED ME.” The power-pak™ lunged again, this time severing the officer’s leg mid-thigh, causing the delightful odor/our of freshly cooked NeoBurgerz™ to fill the air. Weeping, the newly-christened murderer/err took a bite, and left the undulating mass that xir once called “mommy” to die, a trickle of blood colouring/oring the tide of yellow fat spilling out across the pavement.

Jumping off the walls of the ancient plasti-putty™ walls of the fortress xir once called home, Guzrts’d set off across the barren Cis desert, an orphan fugitive stranded on a strange world.

Chatper 2: Deconstructing hydrated privilege

It was seven days before Guzrts’d became thirsty. The synthetic BodE-Fluid© stored in xer Hydro-Dred Megapak© Hair-dew™ was running dangerously low, it’s heavenly bitter-salty taste beginning to fade for the first time in years, the surgically implanted Kawasaki FeedoTube in her neck sagging as it lost pressure.

“I’ve got to get some cum!” xer thought, “or e

ven water or electrolyte at this point, anything!”

Xer crested the tallest garbadune in sight and scanned the horizon: Nothing but red-brown piles of shit as far as the eye could see. But wait! Something glinted to xer right. Xer dio-brows arched and extended, forming a frame for her Krystalllenz™ eye extensions to telescope out. Out of the steaming mass of garbage crawled the answer to xer prayers: An escaping zio-worker.

The zio-workers were the remnants of the flaming faggot wars of new erth/earth, a disgusting race of MEN and WOMEN who resisted the mandartransitory act of Greater Israel. Upon the destruction of their dilapidated strongholds they were shipped off to the Kandy Korn Kolonies (of which this world, GS Harrington/tong was one) to slave away at the urinal pits. Most had died from chronic rape and unmedicated Pozplague but some insisted on surviving, retreating farther and farther into the deep yellow caverns to avoid roaming parties of bulbous spandex-clad rapists. The specimen that stood before xer couldn’t be more than 32 years old, a mere whelp, and as emaciated as they came. Guzrts’d licker xer lips greedily, this one would satisfy xer burning loins for days to come.









Chapter 3: Mockingjay

Xir activated her HypeRJeT© and quickly closed the 100 meters/tres between xer and xer prey. The man looked up from the nest of filth he had scooped out for himself with a look of puzzlement, then terror, as the gaunt, rattling, Guzrts’d slammed into him at 100 kilometers/tres an hour.

Hearing bones snap and flesh rip, the victorious huntrixx cackled with perverse delight: It always excited xer to smell the defecation of prey in pain. Xer had all the seminal, uric, and sanguinal fluids xer heart could desire: This was truly heaven, a bare spot of Elysium sequestered among the pangs of barren heterosexuality.

Chapter 4: The Journey Begins A New

Guzrts’d awoke with a start. Xir had passed out from exhaustion about five miles back, and xer Xi’Me’Lo” Power™ LegZ™ had carried her most of the way. Her destination lay just before her: Tumblindia. It had been abandoned six/six years/yers earlier during the Shitl*rd incursion of 2251, but its automaintanence systems should still be online. Once again, xer vital fluids were running low, and she needed to replenish them.

Xir jumped in the air, arms waving for joy, then activated xer HyperBoost™ Jetz© and sped off, landing in the courtyard of an abandoned Flogging Centre. But, to xer horror/horrour, a grim spectre/specter of xer past stood in front of xer: James Rex’Adams LoQuasheeus.

Chapter 5:

“well well well what do we have here huh” said the 5’2 comwomandant. James, with his glistening ebony skin, ramrod-straight teeth, and wool like hair, was one of the few bigendered members – and the only ranking officer – of the interorbital privilege corps.

“looks like some1 finna get busted huh like muh nut huh”

Xir recoiled slightly at his liquid, golden tongue. Once, he* and xir had been… something else, long long ago in the mild discomfort of boot camp. Of course High/Heigh Comwomand would send him after her. Interrupting her reverie, the Afro-planetary demigod spoke:

“Squarr up nigga u boutta get smacced wit dis diqq”

“James please, it’s me, Guzrts’d, didn’t our time together mean anything? I… We… I loved you, we planned on forming a mutually independent polygamous union together! You, you were the first to show me the transcendent wonderment of hashish, you were my eleventh love, for a time you were the summit of my heart, the penultimate soul of my life, the only other person I lived and breathed for. Lo! If even you, in your eternal wisdom, have forsaken me in this, my hour of tribulation, then what have I left in this world? What have I to long towards? If I live yet ere our fire-wreathed orb crests again, what purpose awaits me? In a land of naught but slings and arrows of indifference, who am I to choose life over death? James, my dear, if I am abandoned but all by you I may yet live, but if even thou abandon me to the dogs of indifference I shall cease to be.

“Muhfugga wut u talkin bout squarr up”

All five limbs flailing, James charged the rail thin Xomex. Stricken to the core by his renouncement of xer, xir could do nothing but absorb his flabby punches with the outer shell of xer Femermor/mour. Blindly streaming tears, xir collapsed, never to rise again.

Or so she thought….

Her descent activated an ancient mechanism. One lost so long ago, only those as worldly as James Rex’Adams LoQuasheeus knew it’s function: And even he, knight of the Privilege Corps, flew as the wind flies when its undulating siren and calls for authorities began.

Materially unharmed, but psychically broken, Guzrts’d lay for hours after the ancient demon grew silent. Her tears solidified into a thick crust, embalming half of xer face. As the sun set, and the harsh, 3 degree Celsius night set in, xir was grateful for it. A day and a night she lay, dormant, incapable and void of understanding, until finally xir stirred.

Bang… bang…. Those were the last sounds xir heard.

Chapter 6: Rose clouds of Holocaust

It was a holocaust, the death of Guzrts’d. That day the liberation of thousands of Xomex ceased, if not in practice, in spirit. For if one so innocent, so spritely as xir could be betrayed for a mistake made in the heat of action, then no one/ones was/were safe. Thus, an era died with our heroin/heroix, never to rise again. So let us remember the glory/Gloury of an age long past, it was an age of humble goddess/xoddesses and Scat Fields called the Old Utopia. Here in this pretty world, Privilege took its last bow, and held its last door. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Xomex Fair, of Master and of Slave and of Paypig. Look for it only in BDSMTube.net, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind...



