As Joan blinked away the glare away from the morning sun illuminating the morning mist hugging the mystic garden of her aunt's palace, she sied. A long boring week at this horrid place depressed her, not a pretty girl in sight. The country bored her to tears but she had sent out her to stop daily carousing in the city. A glint flickered by one of the rose bushes. What was that she thought as her eye caught the shape of thing. Oh my goodness she thought paralyzed at the shock at the sight of the ...
my benise...
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A penis?" She thought. The member dangling out of the rose bush bloody from the thorns. It waggled a bit as the owner taunted her. "Good sir remove that penis from that bush, you'll bleed yourself to death you fool!" She saw the figure of the person behind the errant phallus, Run away into the golden misty maze behind the bloody bush. At once she gave chase only to notice the person was a....