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Why "Yes on 18."
The rodents' society is facing voting and, as usual, the media supports the highest bidders. This time, the press released a STORY to support a new bill by persuading the readers appealing to their feelings.
The following story contains harsh language, nudity, sex, blood and gore and is not suitable for people under 18 years of age. If you are under 18, make yourself and the world a favor and stop reading.
Why "Yes on 18."
By Lil'Sid for the Hamster Journal (HJ).
It is not new that the Congress is trying to suppress this new bill we all heard about, so it won't figure in the upcoming polls. This new law won't only help our fellow rodents unjustly imprisoned, but will also avoid future loses from those of us who are free. Some of those captive rodents were kidnapped from their nests while still children and most of their families were massacred. Recent researches had proven that more of them are being born in captivity these days, but still, free rodents are hunted to be raised as progenitors for those born in captivity.
A lot of families live in fear of what may become of them and their children if their colonies are plundered. After the last video shown on the Internet about the brutal pillage of the Tareek colony, taken by an amateur's camera, the concern of the people had increased. It is true that the only thing our people can do against these intrusions is to hide the colonies better, but what about those kept captive? The aforementioned video is nothing but the tip of the iceberg of what those involved in the carnages have to go through.
After a thorough research about the life in confinement, a few associates of HJ with the aid of some citizens, put together all the jigsaws of unfortunate Kid, a guinea pig in captivity.
(Interviewer preferred to be called "S")
HJ: Hello, S. Can you tell us what was your duty on your post?
S: Hello, pleased to meet you. I belonged to a secret service unit in charge to monitor the breeding fields and prisons (called stores) where cages with hundred of us are kept to be given away as inferior pets.
Some had tried to help the prisoners, but without the proper equipment, those bars are impossible to break.
HJ: Did you know Kid?
S: Yes. I had only a few months in service when he was brought from the breeding labs to the store cages. They named him "Kid" -not even a rodent name. After all this time, I still can't handle the nostalgic feeling for those poor babies being put behind bars.
HJ: Were you on duty when he was given as a pet?
S: Kid was so cute and small. After he grew enough to walk he started running at that big wheel the cages had to maintain the prisoners exercised. Through the time he spent at the store I taught him to read and write. He was smart; he knew he was not alone and out there were million more of us. I even convinced him to write a diary.
I know we have been prohibited to even talk to prisoners and now I know why I should have obeyed. It broke my heart when they took it away.
The store doorbell chimed and the store clerk, an old brown wolf with deep eyebrows, showed up and leaned on the counter. A grey wolf cub appeared and ran toward the clerk.
"I want one of those. They are so cute."
"Sure, honey. Where are your parents?"
"My dad is right outside talking to a friend. He promised me one of those."
The doorbell dang again and the biggest grey wolf I've ever seen came in. He was tall and muscular - the shirt sleeves were ready to rip stretched by his buffed biceps-, on his thirties and doubled the size of the old sales wolf. The monstrous creature placed a huge hand-paw (capable of hold one of their basketballs in one grip) over his, presumed, daughter's shoulder and talked in a deep voice.
"She's been bugging me for one a long time. She was a good girl and she got all "A" at the school this year. Give her the one she wants."
I requested to be moved to another unit after seeing the sad look on Kid's eyes when he was carried away in a cage.
(Part I of the interview to Mr. Di'Gag, mouse living at Dad's house.)
HJ: Hello. Mr. D, were you at home when Kid was brought?
Mr. D: I was shocked after seeing my worst nightmare from the TV incarnated into that poor kid. Clearly, he had never seen out of the prison. His eyes showed fear while moving anxiously from one side to another. Kid spent two days without eating even though Sister and Mom [how Kid himself called the wolf family members: the little cub and the slender, female wolf respectively] brought him food every day.
One night, I, cautiously, slipped down to his cage and made contact. I told him that wolves were predators, meat eaters, but once they made a possible prey [like us] a pet, they won't hurt it. There was nothing to worry about, and he should eat.
Kid felt more comfortable after finding that he wasn't alone in the wolves' house. He even started eating to delight of sister. A few weeks later, I found out that he was writing a diary and continued his work on it.
After a few months, Kid, hit youth and was a full grown guinea pig.
It broke my heart to watch helplessly as such a smart boy wasted his life and suffered that kind of destiny. He could be any of our sons or daughters [sniffles].
(Excerpts from Kid's diary ¬- adapted and corrected)
(...)
I started to like Sister. Eventually, she took me out of the cage for some time and let me roam free around the room (I thought of running away with my friend Di'Gag, but the watch of Sister's eyes and the instinct of iron bars imprisonment kept me from it). She fed me plentifully every night and petted me regularly.
(...)
Mom was fond of me. Every time she cleaned Sister's room, she took me out of the cage to clean it and petted me for a long time. Sometimes, she fed me instead of Sister.
(...)
I don't like Dad that much. I can say that I fear him instead. His impressive size has always intimidated me. Besides his workout, I understand he works at the docks; this, sort of helps him keep his remarkably muscular body. When he looks down to my cage, I don't know if his red eyes stare predatorily or indifferently (...)
Today, Daddy helped Sister to order the room and took me out of the cage to clean it. A single paw was enough to engulf my whole body. When he tried to put me back in the cage I slipped from his grip and fell to the ground. I still don't know if it was better to hit the hard floor or being trapped in the air and squished by his enormous paw. The huge paw recklessly squeezed the air out of my lungs due to the sudden grip and painfully pushed one of my legs backwards. I was in pain and crippled for a week.
(...)
"Tomorrow, Mom's going to take Sister to Grandma's house for the weekend," said Mom tonight after feeding me.
(...)
They just left. I heard Mom and Sister saying good bye to Daddy. The front door slammed and I felt alone: Dad was indifferent when close to me; certainly, not Sister's or Mom's company.
I heard heavy footsteps outside and Sister's bedroom door opened slowly...
(Part II of the interview to Mr. Di'Gag, mouse living at Dad's house -uncut version.)
HJ: What happened that afternoon when you returned from work?
Mr. D: I just had come from work. I changed to a more comfortable outfit and then I heard Kid screaming. I ran to the hole in the wall, close to Sister's bed, the one I usually used to get into her room and then I was petrified by the sight.
The nine feet tall bulk of Dad's body blocked the view to Kid's cage door. The wolf was holding the cage by the top with his left hand-paw while opening the door with the other one. His thrilling laugh shaking the place made Kid turn around in panic and scratch the cage's floor and try to stretch between the iron bars.
The intrusive paw clenched around Kid's fragile body and dragged the boy out.
Dad turned around looking at his... prey... with eyes injected in blood. That was it [snivels]... He was going to eat Kid [paused for a while]. But that wasn't all; his massive naked, fur covered body sported the most impressive hard on ever. Even for a wolf, Dad was sort of big and his size was proportional to his organ.
I was stuck in place by surprise and fear; I never thought [sobs] that... such a thing could happen [HJ let Mr. D recover and continued the interview].
HJ: What happened next?
Mr. D: Snickering, Dad squeezed Kid a few times while the guinea pig emitted horrible screams of fear and pain. The giant grey wolf took the door and left the room holding his prey.
I woke up from my trance and ran through the walls to the living room where I saw the monster sitting heavily in the couch still holding the boy in his paw. The place was darker than usual, the curtains were pulled and no sun light entered the room. I didn't want to see what happened next, but a part of me felt guilty for this.
I still can hear Kid's deep, pleading screams [snivels] as the brutal wolf lowered his huge paw to his groin. Kid squirmed and yelled for help when the pointed tip of the colossal penis touched his tiny anus hole -my heart shattered when he screamed: "Help, Di'Gag, somebody" [weeps].
The little boy's squirms around the sensible meat seemed to please Dad as the wolf opened his mouth and licked his lips with his huge tongue.
Kid's screaming intensified and changed from panic to pain when the vicious paw, slowly, started to drag the powerful cock tip inside his little rectus. The kid's last desperate words were: "No, please Dad, no! You are hurting me... [Sniffles] It hurts..., it... burns... aagh." I wish that I had never seen such moments, but at this point I was in paralyzed.
The sadistic wolf was delighted with Kid's screaming and writhing. He clenched his fist harder around the feeble body draining the youngster's last breath and kept pushing the impossible organ up the boy's small hole.
Kid's limbs shivered and trembled for a few seconds and, finally, rendered motionless [sniffles]. I could swear that I saw a few reflective shakes after that [sobs] (this horrible tragic moment will never vanish from my mind; it seems to happen all in front of me again).
Lost in lust, the giant wolf furiously rammed, the whole length of his massive shaft up the overstretched rectum. Blood poured down the bottom of the lifeless body. The vast paw tightened around the corpse hiding it from view and started to pump the titanic member brutally; rubbing the remains over the length (it was repulsive; I'll never forget the loud moans of pleasure of that brutal, giant wolf) [sniffles]. You could barely see what was left of Kid's head from over the huge grip; all mutilated, blood rushing through mouth and nose, eyes bulged out cruelly [cries].
Dad threw his enormous head back in ecstasy and continued pumping his cock violently with the kid's body. The huge wolf squeezed harder on the remains making blood ooze through the massive furred fingers. Amazingly, the enormous cock started to grow again and began to swell seriously at the base.
Absorbed in desire, the huge wolf dragged the remains all the way down to the sheath of the column of flesh. The huge tip pierced violently through the body's tiny mouth breaking the lower jaw in pieces and opening the way for the rest of the powerful shaft (a sick mist of blood sprinkled all over the place) [cries again].
[Mr. G, after a lot of sad interruptions finished his speech holding his face between his hands.] Like if all of that wasn't enough humiliation for the poor Kid's body, Dad's knot swelled hugely and the little boy's distended pelvis gave away and burst open, ripping the lower body in half all the way to the tummy.
Suddenly, the vast hand paw clenched all the way over the remains. The huge, muscular body convulsed -each muscle protruding from under the fur- and the impressive muzzle let go a loud howl as the immense cock erupted gushing large amounts of semen in wide arcs all over the place. [Yelling in anger] the fucking, giant bastard was cumming, soothing his lust with his kid's life. He fucked Kid's body to death. The monstrous wolf must have been really turned over since he came for more than a minute pouring his seed in pools all over the place.
HJ: We are all shocked. That's all we need. We are sorry to make you go over such a bad experience...
Mr. D: [Furious] that's not all. The giant's orgasms finally succumbed. His chest moved up and down after each powerful breath. Then, the wolf tilted his head to look the inert remains stuck on his throbbing cock. Saliva drooled from his mouth and dripped down the enormous muzzle. Dad rubbed his shaft with paw dragging the boy's remains for the huge male hood and dumped it into his maw. I puke several times at the horrific sight and the horrible sounds of bones breaking inside the huge maw-grinding machine...
HJ: We..., we didn't knew about that part. Please, one more question. Tell us about you; what are you doing now?
Mr. D: [More calmed] I moved to a colony after find out that the wolves bought a new hamster for Sister. Dad apologized to her and told her that Kid had escaped in a moment of neglect. My children must not be raised in such hostile environments.
HJ: Thank you, very much. To conclude, do you think that the new bill should be approved?
Mr. D: Of course. After this experience, I join to those wanting to save as much prisoners as possible from such horrid fates.
(Mr. Di'Gag will present a speech tonight at Thiscovery Hamster channel.)
Think, not only about our fellows unjustly imprisoned to please the wolves, but in your children, and the children of your children. The new law will approve funds to create special units with the objective of freeing as many prisoners from the jail-stores and breeding fields as possible.
Do not let the government to fool you with different promises. Let no Kid's death be in vain. Vote "Yes" on item 18 to support this campaign.