I prefer fresh cunt

Durga shook his head. "Nah," he called back. "I'm in the mood for some fresh cunny."

"head down the street!" one of the boys called back, as the others hauled the wailing woman into an alley. "Bunch of houses waiting to be broken into!"

Durga grinned and turned away, hearing the sound of tearing cloth, followed by a woman's cry. He felt himself growing hard at th sound....gods above, he needed a taste. Maybe he should head back....

Then he saw it. The mother load, the promised laid. Down t the street, rising at the end in all its tawdry splendor... The House of Ten Thousand Sighs. The most legendary whorehouse in the world, its famous doors that never closed now firmly shut and barricaded. A crowd of men were gathered in front hacking away with axes and hammers, with little effect. In the windows above, Durga could see the frightened faces of the whores within staring out.

That would do nicely. He strode forward, shoving shouting men out of the way. His foot bashed the door in with a single kick, blasting off the hinges. With a roar the men surged in, carrying Durga along...