This choice: Hillbilly-looking backwoods cult members? • Go Back...Chapter #3Hillbilly-looking backwoods cult members? by: Raven   Kelly sat in the stall, shaking as she wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to tell herself that everything would be okay. Kelly made note to herself that it was probably time to move away from Metropolis, and get away from all of these horrible villains that plagued the city. She silently tried to calculate her own savings, to see if she had enough to pay for moving expenses and and a new apartment somewhere else. Kelly's thoughts were interrupted as the door to the bathroom burst open, and several pairs of feet marched into the room, along with a woman screaming and crying. Kelly recognized the woman making the commotion as her coworker, Samantha. Samantha's teller window was right next to Kelly's, and the two frequently talked during work- not enough to call each other friends, but enough that Kelly had grown fond of Samantha.
"Please, don't do this!" Samantha screamed, as she was drug further into the bathroom. Kelly clasped a hand over her mouth and nose, trying to suppress her own breathing. Whoever had been dragging Samantha spoke, and Kelly was surprised to not recognize the voice. She thought she'd gotten to know most of the Villains in Metropolis pretty well from the frequent hiests, but this one was brand new to her. The voice tucked away just a bit of a Louisiana southern drawl, while somehow being haunting enough to send a chill down Kelly's spine.
"I warned you, Samantha. If you didn't open the vault, I was going to shit in your mouth."
Kelly held her breath and closed her eyes tightly shut, knowing that her coworker was about to experience the hell these Villains could cause first hand. Outside of the stall, Abigail and two of her servant girls held Samantha captive. The two servants held Samantha's arms as Abigail hiked up her dress, revealing her gigantic, pale, sweaty ass. Samantha screamed in horror once more, before Abigail plopped down on her face and unleashed a torrent of diarrhea down onto Samantha, not only getting it into her mouth, but blanketing Samantha's face in hot, liquid shit. Eventually Abigail got off and fixed her dress, before ordering the girls up as well. They left Samantha lying in a puddle of Abigail's shit.
"Find another teller." Abigail barked at her girls. "One of them will open the vault. Especially after they see what we've done to their coworkers..." Abigail and her girls marched out of the bathroom.
Kelly was confused. Why did this woman seem so hell bent on getting into the vault? Doing that would take time, wasn't she afraid Birdboy and Catgirl would show up?
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