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Himbo Prison

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Harsh floresint light wafted down between the thick reinforced bars into the small room. Pure white, it lacked any color, any windows, any smudge of occupation. The hum of various machines filled the room. The beeping of a heart monitor, the hissing of oxygen lines, the groans of a hydraulic motor.

Augy’s eyes slowly opened before tightly closing once more. Blinded, he took his time for vision to return. The blur in his mind was thicker than normal. Groggily, he slowly looked around the room.

On the far side stood a man dressed in a mediocre and ill-fitting suit. His gut had just reached the point that it started drooping over his waistband. Counter to this were his arms, which hugged the wool sleeves tightly before trailing down to big, callused hands. “What’s the prognosis, Doctor?”

The man he spoke to was shorter and very thin. His nearly anorexic construction barely filled the shoulders off his long white coat that threatened to slip off if he didn’t keep his elbows wide. His thick glasses seemed to drag his face into the clipboard he was reading. “No broken bones. Musculature in good order. Haven’t looked at his cock since the ketamine’s had him to nocked out for stimulation, but the multiple STI’s I’ve already treated leads me to believe it’s working fine.”

The suited man realized Augy was awake and was staring at him intently. “And his mind? Can he be reintegrated?”

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Himbo Reconciled

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John drew his truck to a halt about a half mile out from the old, abandoned resort. A big lad he was tall and burly for his age as he’d turned 18 just a few weeks back. Getting out of his truck, he walked the rest of the distance, hoping to keep his presence unknown.

His father, Sargent Daniel Powers had been assigned to investigate the series of disappearances that were mounting. Even one of his friends went missing shortly after his birthday. The day before, his father told him about checking out the abandoned resort turned ranch or production facility, something like that, to see if they were affected or if the culprit was hiding out there. His father hadn’t come home that night.

Current scuttlebutt was that the local sheriff wanted to bring in the state national guard to run a sweep of the whole county. While not a densely populated area, that was a large swath of land to cover and could take weeks. John didn’t possess that kind of patience and decided to take a look for himself.

Seeing the gate come into view, he saw no one watching the entrance. Out of an abundance of precaution, John took a hard turn into the forest. The camo hunting jacket and pants concealed his mass while the thick undergrowth obscured his movement. This area of the forest wasn’t properly cared for, leaving many noise producing obstacles underfoot, but he’d been hunting enough times to keep his foot work quiet.

Nearing the edge of the treelined and good groundcover, John could look onto the main entrance. Sure enough, his father’s squad car was there. From the distance, it appeared untouched. John could only surmise that his father had run into trouble deeper in the complex.

Right as he was about to leave his cover to take a closer look, a very loud series of stampings and shuffling echoed through the forest from deeper in. John calmed his breath and listened.

The noise was so loud that he quickly realized it was coming towards him and it consisted of multiple masses. Lightning fast, he processed the options. ‘Do I stay and hope to not be spotted or come back later with backup?’

John chose the latter. Long before the source of the noises came into view, he’d backed off. Quickly but quietly, he went back to his truck and worked his way back down the mountain.

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Strong Man

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Pattering down a back country down, Jebadiah was sufferin’ from a sneezing fit. One of them new fangled automobiles had passed a few minutes prior, kicking up a right amount of dust in its wake. They sure were faster, and louder, than the covered cart him and his family used to for gettin’ to town and hauling their annual crop from the farm.

After every sneeze, Jebadiah could hear his oldest call out from the back of the cart, “God bless you, Daddy!” right on queue. Evalyn, his wife, could be heard singin’ a hymn as she rocked their young daughter in her arms while the youngest boy lightly snored, passed out from the swaying of the cart.

Even with the slow progress and the dust, the family of 5 were looking forward to a day at the circus, at least Evalyn and Jebadiah were since the kids were gunna be surprised. It had been far too long since a circus had bothered to stop in rural west Kansas, Evalyn was pregnant with the oldest the last time one showed up in ’30. The kids had a world of fun away from the dusty farm ahead of them.

Rollin’ into town around noon, the kids appeared tuckered out. While Evalyn guided the kiddos into the clustering of brightly colored tents filled with clowns, jugglers, contortionists, and beast masters, Jebadiah split off to find a place to leave the horses. This trip was eating into their measly savings, but he knew his kids were worth it. With the inn arranged, he entered the circus grounds.

For the life of him, Jebadiah couldn’t find Evalyn and the kids anywhere. High and low he searched but they were lost in the heard of neighbors there for some reprieve. About ready to give up, he found himself behind the big tent in the center. A sign caught his gaze and sucked him in. in fancy letters was written a complex word that was French or something of the like, an arrow pointing into a nearby tent, and something that made his loins stir. That was the painting of a woman with her breasts exposed outside of the nipples.

Jebadiah’s mind began to race. He’d heard about circus’s offering such spectacles that one could find easily in the big city but were rare in rural Kansas, and his curiosity was about to kill the cat. Guided by his cock, he stepped inside.

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