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which could mean nothing
Note: For judge-m0rt1s.
“Make my monster grow!”
You opened your mouth to explain there wasn’t a need for magic, then snapped it shut when Rita’s hand snaked out of its roomy sleeve. Her well-groomed nails could have easily embedded themselves in your skin. You didn’t feel in harm’s way. Shrill gloating was the closet thing to torture, so far, that she had subjected you to.
Considering you were actually fond of Rita’s screech, being captured wasn’t so bad. You weren’t sure why she was boasting, though. The Putties had apprehended you. There’d been zero resistance. Plus Rita Repulsa’d been kind enough to provide a couch. Which she had parked herself on, very modest dress invading your space.
Modest, aside from the bra. Eat your heart out, Madonna.
Again you wondered whether to explain no magic wanders were needed to make “her” monster grow. Because it was hard to say no to this villainess. Supervillainess. Her and Lord Zedd were not an item. She made that much clear. The Putty Patrollers were outside. Presumably at her beck and call, but only if she screamed loudly enough. Which wouldn’t be a problem. Not that you necessarily planned on making her scream. The sofa was potentially ample enough for sixty-nining. Rita, once disrobed, would be dainty enough to be picked up and satisfied orally.
A series of wonderful visions paraded through your mind. Rita deciding to keep her collar on. Rita letting her cups… er, cones fall from her pert breasts. Rita letting her hair down. Rita thwacking one of the Rangers who decided to rescue you. Rita letting the Putty Patrol escort the Power Ranger out due to a truce because your magic staff is just that good.
“I’m not wearing underwear!” she shrieked.
You winced. Dragged from your daydream of alternating positions. Silvery blue-accentuated eyes narrowed at your reaction.
“Well, technically you’re not going commando.”
Rita tilted her head. “Huh?”
She followed your gaze. Rita laid the wand across your laps (very trusting of her!). Then her hands snapped to her bust, unsnapping the spiked brassiere. Her Elizardbethan collar came off with it.
Despite her general modesty, and having been stuck in a space dumpster for millennia, Rita Repulsa had a pretty even tan.
pov , ur thor and u decide to go to the beach to relax . under the sound of the waves and the heat of the sun , you promptly fall asleep . you awaken several hours later , and go home --- just another normal day .
but then u happen to check the internet the next day , and there’s talks of ‘ beach thor ’ , a hashtag trending worldwide , and selfies of fans with you like :
What is God?
God is simply a letter box people put money after reading the letters. The Hebrews inscribed information on two stone tablets, placed them in a box, and called it the Ark of the Covenant or Ark of God. God is 26, the twenty six letters of the alphabet. God = G + O + D = 7 + 15 + 4 = 26 (Alphabet) The twenty six letters are arranged to form a cube showing God’s presence. The first…
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