Black Friday Toy Novels & Stories

A toy was more impersonal which gave it a different way to be personal. But he still needed some relief. He'd have to amp up the torment. Spitfire stuffed about double as much of the toy as he had already worked inside of his naughty tom's ass and moved it with frantic precision. A beautiful rush of sounds from his muzzled victim told him that the tom had come all over the back of the Black Devil's throne. The no-fur's tone was pure evil and he meant it to be. "Well, if you aren't going to show any control neither am I."

He flopped down and rested his head on his paws. Presents were opened after everybody had his or her fill of cake and ice cream. Iris received some nice ones. From Alma, she got a ‘Pop Purse Fidget Toy Bag’ and a box of ‘Munchkin Bath Crayons’, totally washable. From Bruce, a ‘Disney My First Instant Camera’ and from Albert, a ‘Storytime Chess’. From Kimberly and her kids, a ‘Rock Painting Kit’ and several storybooks, and from Daphne and Norman, a ‘Star Projector Night Light.’

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.