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Chapter 8 by Ultra Bra Ultra Bra

Who enters the dining room?

Cops wielding giant silicone vaginas

The law has been informed, it seems, and they're armed, albeit slightly unconventionally. Instead of guns or shields that you'd expect, everyone of the twenty-or-so officers is carrying a massive, lubed-up onahole! So that was their plan - to divert the attention of your accomplices. Even worse: a few officers brought sonic weapon equipment refitted to play funky slap-bass jazz - the sexiest type of music in existence!

You have no idea how they managed to produce them so quickly. It's been what, like an hour total since you sat down? No time to consider that now; this requires swift action.

Sophie: "Miles: attack!"

The Miles do attack, but at the wrong target. Each one occupies a single onahole and begins to grind and pump against them. While this is happening, the remaining officers approach to subjugate you.

Sophie: "Dammit! No loyalty at all... I knew I should have scheduled their orgasm denials to some other day."

Officer: "Put your hands where I can see them and get down on the floor!"

Sophie: "Alright, alright! Don't shoot me geez, I'm a white woman."

Now would be a good time to do something if you don't wanna get busted.

What can you do to escape arrest?

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