2 All hail, Penelope!

In the world of Eu Phoria, where mystical creatures coexist with humans, lay the tale of a tragic young man named Garp Felbring. Before his eventual reincarnation as Mastur Bate, Garp had been entangled in a harrowing trial that would forever change his destiny. The small village of Pe Nis was home to Garp, a place governed by a strict and unwavering system.

Garp's life had fallen into disarray after the untimely demise of his parents, leaving him bereft of support and trapped within a crumbling, dilapidated house. The weight of poverty bore down upon him ruthlessly, forcing him to contemplate desperate measures to survive. Fate took hold of his fragile spirit, pushing him into a fateful decision that would seal his doom.

One fateful day, Garp chose thievery as a means to obtain the sustenance he so sorely lacked. However, his ill-fated ventures led to nothing but immediate capture. His trial, held within the hallowed halls of justice, presented no possibility of reprieve.

Death was sure.

Garp, resigned to his dire fate, steeling himself for the inevitable.

Kneeling with his hands tightly bound to a wooden pole, Garp felt a palpable tension saturate the air. Whispers and murmurs echoed throughout the chamber, painting a bleak backdrop to his impending demise. It was then that the judge, a towering figure draped in ebony robes, swept into the room, his presence commanding attention from the court attendees.

"Let's finish up quickly, my wife's horny for the first time in six years," the judge huffed dismissively. "State your name, defendant, for the official record."

Garp's voice, though tinged with defeat, resonated unwaveringly across the room. "My name is Garp," he replied solemnly, his words carried by a timbre of resolute acceptance. "Garp Felbring."

"Felbring?"

"Felbring?"

"Hmm. Felbring?"

The judge's gavel struck the table with a resounding thud. "God damn," the judge exclaimed, his voice filled with exasperation. "He's fucking related to Penelope Felbring!"

Garp's eyes widened in shock. "That's my mother," he exclaimed. "How do you know?"

The judge burst into laughter, his booming guffaws filling the courtroom.

The onlookers joined in, their laughter echoing off the walls.

One man, barely able to contain himself, spoke up.

"There isn't a grown man in this village who doesn't know your mother's name, lad!" he exclaimed between chuckles.

Garp's confusion deepened. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.

The judge, still laughing heartily, managed to catch his breath. "Oh, boy," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "You really don't know, do you?"

Another man, unable to withhold his amusement any longer, chimed in, "Your mother, lad, she's the go-to expert of cock sucking!"

Garp's face turned crimson with embarrassment and anger.

"Shut up!" he shouted, his voice quivering.

Undeterred, yet another man added, "If dick wrangling was an art then she'd be the picasso of it."

More laughter erupted.

"Man, she redefined what it means to be a whore."

"For reals!"

The judge decided to enter this discussion.

"Penelope completely changed the game when it comes to being a whore. I mean, seriously, she redefined the whole damn thing. She took what people thought they knew and flipped it upside down. It's like she said, 'Hey, society, I'm gonna do this my way, and you can either get on board or get out of my way.' And oh boy, did people get on board real quick. Then, again... she was the one getting on board... ON BOARD MY DICK!"

After speaking, he laughed striking his gavel numerous times with vigor.

More people laughed, some collapsing on the ground.

The usher didn't care, he clapped Penelopeʼs ass at least seven times so he had to get some of this fun.

"She showed everyone that being a whore doesn't mean you have to be ashamed or hide in the shadows. No, she owned it. She embraced that shit. And she made it something to be proud of. She made it empowering. She made it a choice. And that, my noble men, is something truly remarkable."

The usher stopped to catch his breath, but he couldn't, the laughter was intoxicating.

A man suddenly slammed his hands on a nearby chair and exclaimed, "You know what they say about your mother, lad? She was the boy scout of STDs! But instead of collecting badges, she collected antibiotics!"

The courtroom erupted in laughter, taunting Garp with their crude remarks. Frustration seeped into his voice as he shouted, "That's a lie! Shut up!"

But another man, unable to resist the comedic opportunity, shouted back, "Oh, it's the truth, lad! Your mother had so much stamina, we used to play a game called 'How Many Cocks Can Penelope Take?'"

More laughter filled the room, fueling Garp's anger and desperation.

Another man chimed in, "And let's not forget about the other game we played. It was called 'How Many Cocks Can Fit Inside Penelope?'"

Garp's face flushed with both embarrassment and fury.

Trying to break free from his restraints, he growled like a cornered dog, shouting for them to stop.

The judge, barely able to contain his amusement, finally spoke up. "Ah, I see the resemblance now," he said, his gavel tapping against the table. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

In the midst of the mockery, the court's usher couldn't resist joining in. With a wry smile, he shouted, "Penelope was always ready to play fetch, wasn't she? A true dog for that dick!"

An old man seated in the courtroom couldn't hold back any longer and burst out, "Gyat damn! Your mother was the fucking hole to my penis! She had the finest cheeks humanity has ever seen, and I clapped them every damn day!"

The judge, now in stitches, pointed at the old man and laughed, "You too, huh? Seems like Penelope was quite the popular lady!"

"She was the Mother Theresa of cocks. I remember she'd give me discounts for sex and sometimes just offer me an all-you-can-eat and no pay fuck time!" The old man laughed more.

"I can't take this anymore!" Garp cried out.

The judge laughed. "Same thing your mother said!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

"I can, but with the amount of cocks your motherʼs sucked, I'm surprised that she still could," the judge gestured a facepalm laugh.

One man clapped as he laughed and then said, "Yowzah! Penelope's gawk gawk twist and squeeze gave me chills!"

"Hell yeah, that toe curling type shit!" The judge grinned as his pointed his gavel at the man in the stands who spoke.

The courtroom erupted once more, engulfed in laughter and absurdity.

Garp, humiliated and enraged, could only watch as his trial took an unforeseen turn into a comedy of errors.

"You bastards! I'll never forgive you all," he exclaimed.

One of the individuals watching the proceedings sighed heavily.

"And honestly, I don't think I'll ever forgive your mother for dying. Damn she had a fresh ass.."

"Don't forget that time Gravy, Johnson and Cum took her anal, vaginal, throat fuck!"

"I fucked his mother so hard his neighbors thought I was the father!"

"Wooooooah, so you're the one who struck gold first!"

"Hell yeah, her hole was a Super Soaker White Cream Maker 9000! No gold there, just the usual creamy delight!"

"MAN OF CULTURE HERE! WE HAVE A MAN OF CULTURE HERE!"

"HAHAHA!! Damn, those were good times."

This was the worst thing to happen to Garp on that day.

Yes, he died, but the fact his mother was revered as a Bankside lady was even more disturbing.

RIP Penelope Felbring.

She was truly the unrivaled queen of Bankside's bustling brothel scene. She slept with more men than the smartest Asian could count.

Some might have referred to her as the pioneer of the sperm bank industry, but let's not kid ourselves here. Penelope was, without a doubt, a masterful cum dump factory.

Her skills in sucking cock were nothing short of extraordinary.

She could work her magic on a man's penis with such finesse that you'd think she was reciting sacred scripture. And when it came to the act of deep-throating, she approached it with such gusto and enthusiasm that it felt like her life depended on it. Not to mention her remarkable ability to handle not one, not two, but a staggering four penises simultaneously.

And just like Oliver Twist, she would eagerly ask for more.

Penelope Felbring was an absolute inspiration to all those who chose to embrace the profession of pleasure. Her legacy will forever be remembered, and her impact on the world of whoredom will never be forgotten.

The finest hole Eu Phoria had ever seen.