The comforting darkness of the seedy run-down bar brought a moment of much needed respite to the man as he shuffled through the battered door and took a seat at the filthy counter. Beads of sweat had gathered along his brow, and his breath was uneven and ragged with anxiety.
He surveyed the room, and found her; a supple looking, frail blonde, alone in a corner and nursing a drink. No male suitor nor problematic friend seemed to be anywhere close. Choking back the rising surge of anxiety filling his chest, the man did his best to swallow his fears and moved with purpose and resolve.
"N-n-nice night, huh?" he stammered awkwardly as he approached his target with shuffling feet, making a fool of himself immediately.
The woman winced in visible disgust, her body turning away into a defensive position. "I guess," she scoffed indignantly, as if addressing a common cretin.
"Do you like rimming?" the man asked unceremoniously, no matter caring for nor having the patience for the normal course of human conversation typically required to even begin to allow the possibility of the crudeness of that type of question. He licked his lips, and felt his penis swell inside his pants.
"What?!" the woman gasped, backing away from the bar.
"Your ass," the man said, like a being possessed. His eyes were becoming glazed over, and drool collected at the corners of his lips. "I need to eat it."
"Get away from me!" the woman screamed, throwing the remains of her drink, glass and all, at the crazed Polish rapist. It shattered soundly against his thick deformed skull, but proved ineffective at stopping his assault. He grabbed the woman's arm with retard strength as he dragged her away like a caveman into the dungeon like restroom.
"Please, I have a family!" she yelled, but it was no matter. Wariat removed her flimsy yoga pants with ease, shredding them apart like a Hulk Hogan tank top. His reward of her puckered, shitty starfish lay finally before his eyes.
"You ain't from Poland if you never done this before," Wariat shouts before plunging his face into the woman's ass, his snake-like tongue easily penetrating the weak defenses of her sphincter.
The putrid scent and flavor of human feces assailed his senses as his dick bulged inside his pants, his tongue hungrily exploring every nook and cranny as if searching for hidden treasure. But the treasure for Wariat was this woman's shit, which he extracted with his mouth meticulously. The convenient shape of his slightly pointed tongue acted perfectly as a miniature shovel, scooping even the impacted and dried feces from the walls of the colon and anal folds into his gratefully waiting mouth. Warm shit smushed between Wariats teeth as he chewed through the larger pieces, his powerful jaws turning it into a much more manageable soft mush.
"I gotta post about this one," he chuckles as he wipes his mouth, before reaching down to strangle the woman to death.
