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A new Bill	By : vzon20011 Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 12164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own King of the Hill or it's characters. This is fantasty parody fanfiction. Not for profit, just for fun. Original characters are coincidental of fiction,real, alive, or dead persons.

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Chapter twelve
In this Chapter: Connie, Loony tunes, Vaginal stimulation, first time anal.
Connie was by herself walking down an Arlen street after school. She was going to a new book store to redeem a free book coupon. Bobby, and Joseph had declined to come with her. They went off to throw dirt clods at each other instead. “Dumbasses, “ thought Connie. “ Who needs them.“ Though she did feel a little sad they didn’t come with her. As the smartest kid in school, Connie was a misfit, and didn’t have many friends. Well, maybe just two dumb friends. “ They probably would have embarrassed me in the store anyway. Asking where the coloring books are at?,“ thought Connie. At least this was a good distraction from her home life. Ever since her mother left unexpectantly. Life wasn’t so good. Connie’s father lost his job, and started drinking. The house had not been cleaned for a long time, and the dirty clothes begun to pile up. Mrs. Hill had come over to help out, but quit after Kahn insulted her to many times. In his drunken stupor, he’d call her Peggy cow, or Peggy udder, because of her large breast. Connie tried to work the clothes dryer, and washer herself, but All she did was make a mess. As for food, Connie would eat at the Hills. While Kahn would drink, and eat beef jerky from the convenience store. Just by chance one day, Connie received a letter in the mail. Claiming she was entitled to one free book called,“ How to be a Woman of the house.” A how to guide on taking care of a household. Connie was excited to get the book. Here was a way to finally get things back to normal at home.
Following the directions from the letter. Connie finally made it to her destination on time. She had never been to this part of Arlen before. The book store was in an old red brick warehouse type building on a less traveled street. Most typical book stores would usually have a big store front window to display it’s wares. This one just had four roll up doors, and a single door in a brick wall. A sign beside the door read ACME book store. A man in a long grey beard, hat, large glasses, and nose was standing at the entrance. He looked familiar to Connie, but she couldn’t place him. “ Welcome young lady, are you here for the free book?,’ asked the man. “ Yes sir, “ replied Connie. “ Well go on inside, and pick up your book.” Connie walked into the darken building noticing how desolate the book store was. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the gloom after coming from outside. There in the center of the room was a pile of books. Connie walked over to them thinking this is a weird store. One book on top of the pile was propped up. The title was written in crayon on a white cover. The book stated,” How to be a Woman.” Connie picked up the book thinking,” Where is the rest of the phrase?” She heard a click, and then seen a string attached to the book. From over head something fell down unto her, and engulfed her. It was some kind of netting. Connie was busy trying to get herself untangled to yell out for help. She felt someone grab her, and push her to the ground. ‘ It must be the old man,’ she thought. “ What is going on!?, asked Connie while struggling to get free. There was a rip sound, and the net was off her head. Before Connie could say anything else. A rag was put over her face. She tried to yell, but could only go,” MMFPHH!!!”
Connie awoken slurping up her escaping drool from her mouth, and lifted her head. She tried to open her eyes, but could only see darkness all around her. She couldn’t move her arms that were behind her back. Her forearms felt stuck together like glue. Connie’s right backhand, could touch her left elbow. The same for her left hand touching her right elbow. She was laying on the ground on her belly. There was a creak like someone shifting in a chair. “ Who’s there? What’s going on? Why can’t I see?,” asked Connie. There remained silence with no one to answer her. After a few minuets, Connie was able to roll her body up on her knees, and toes. She noticed her sandals were gone “ Hello?, This isn’t funny, said Connie as she was getting up on her bare feet. Connie used her other senses in place of her eyes. Wherever she was , it was cool to her. The floor below her feet felt like cold concrete. The place smelled like old used motor oil. Connie heard what sounded like a camera taking pictures all around her. She tried kicked out trying to touch whoever it was. Connie kicked her foot forward into something solid that went clunk. It could have been a metal desk. “ Owwww!,” said Connie bringing her right foot back behind her left calf muscle. After some serious rubbing, and hoping she didn’t break a toe. Connie slowly lowered her sore foot down. An idea had occurred to her. She leaned forward using her chin to find the edge of the furniture. Once found, she ran her chin along the edge to the point of a corner. She carefully tried to use the corner to lift up her blindfold. That’s when rough hands grabbed her backwards. Bringing her to her knees.
She felt someone cross her ankles, and bring their knee on top of them. Somebody was fumbling with her button, and zipper on her shorts. Connie couldn’t do anything, but yell for help. The person holding her lifted her up, and pulled down her shorts. They pushed her forward causing her to step out of them. Connie then felt someone tugging at her t-shirt ripping it. They pushed her against a wall. Keeping her there till they finished pulling the shirt off her. She was crying by then, and asking “ Why? Please let me go!” In response she was pulled away from the wall with someone holding her forearms. The only thing Connie was wearing now was her panties. Someone started to massage her shoulders going “ Shuuu” in her ear. They moved their hand down unto her chest fingering her large brown nipples. There wasn’t much to pull. So Connie’s captor flicked at them for fun. Connie’s sobs went to sniffles. The tears absorbed into whatever material is preventing her from seeing. She gasped as the person worked their way down her belly into panties. Moving ruff fingers over, and in her vagina. They found her clitoris playing with it. Connie at first protested such violation. Saying “ That is dirty, please take your hand out of there!“ Connie had repeated what her mother told her before in the past. When Connie first discovered herself.
Connie was starting to feel herself getting warm, and wet down there. There was squishy sounds being made from the fingers going in, and out of her pussy. Her tears had stopped flowing since she was getting more relaxed. The ruff fingers had now become gentle to her. Their rhythm stimulated Connie in a way she never knew. She wished she could put her fingers down there as well. Connie opened her mouth to let out a soft “ Oh.” After some more slow finger stimulation. The finger started to get faster making Connie squeal uncontrolably. Connie orgasmed hard shaking her lower body in a spasms. She never felt so good from touching down there. She wanted to sink to her knees rubbing them together, but the person behind her held her up. They finally pulled her panties down making her walk out of them too. Connie felt some of the wet cloth land on her foot.
“Please tell me what is going on?” Connie was pushed forward untill her lower body was touching the furniture she ran into before. There was a scraping sound in front of her. Something poked her belly between her vagina, and belly button. It made her flinch a little from the unexpected prod. Somebody was taking something with a smooth tip dragging it slowly across her body. Going from her belly, to chest, up her neck, pushing it inside her mouth for a few seconds. Allowing her tongue to feel it. Then the object traveled down her back. The person let Connie grab unto the object with her hands to feel it. It had a long hard smooth shaft that curved after so long. The object then proceed down her lower back past her firm young buttocks. It went between Connie's legs, and was rubbed on the outside of her vagina causing it to tingle in anticipation. The person let it travel down Connie’s inner thigh, the back of her knee, calf, and ankle of one leg. Then repeated the process for the other. Connie was weary about her captor’s intentions. “ What are they going to do with that,” thought Connie. Since asking out loud gave her no answers. Despite her ordeal, whatever it was they was doing to her helped her relax a little. Connie heard a bottle top pop. Then something was being squeezed out in a loud spurt. The cap was closed, and an object was put on the furniture in front of Connie. She could hear something behind her making a rapid slippery sound. Someone put their hand on Connie’s left shoulder pushing her forward unto the furniture. Then they lifted their hand bringing it down to Connie’s exposed butt cheeks. Opening them to expose her anus.
Something entered Connie’s asshole which caused her to scream out load. She never in her life experience such a sharp excruciating pain as this. It caused her entire body to be stunned for a few seconds. She tried to move forward to get off the object in her ass. Her captor held his hand on the small of her back forcing her against the furniture she was laying on. She couldn’t move away. Connie wiggled, and screamed to no avail. The object in her ass was to far up in her to come out. Rough hands picked her up off the furniture. Bringing her unto her feet. Whatever was in her anus kept going up inside her. Connie had to get on her toes, and the balls of her feet. Her captor swung her around pushing her forward. Finally saying,” I’ve got someone you’d want to meet.”
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