https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Soccer_Mom_-_MEGAN&feed=atom&action=historySoccer Mom - MEGAN - Revision history2024-03-29T06:08:58ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.40.0https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Soccer_Mom_-_MEGAN&diff=160701&oldid=prevSpaz: Text replacement - "SHe" to "She"2021-12-16T00:26:01Z<p>Text replacement - "SHe" to "She"</p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Tonight’s hit was not for pay, not for revenge or some vendetta, it was just curiosity and an attack of opportunity. The woman was wearing dark clothes, a simply long sleeved shirt that fit her frame loosely and made it difficult to identify her as either male or female. Full length black cargo pants and matching boots lent her a distinctly masculine look, but the way she moved and slunk into the shadows belied something more feminine. A simple webbed belt with a small pouch and a holster with a thin pistol in it were all that accompanied the otherwise unassuming outfit. It was all a means of camouflage. If someone was unable to identify her gender, then they would struggle to identify her at all. The woman dashed across the street and ducked down behind the shrubs one house down from Megan’s home just as a bus passed on the somewhat main road at the corner. Once the headlights had passed, the woman stayed low to the ground and made her way up to the fence that encased the back yard and was able to easily scale it and drop down into the unlight rear of the house. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Tonight’s hit was not for pay, not for revenge or some vendetta, it was just curiosity and an attack of opportunity. The woman was wearing dark clothes, a simply long sleeved shirt that fit her frame loosely and made it difficult to identify her as either male or female. Full length black cargo pants and matching boots lent her a distinctly masculine look, but the way she moved and slunk into the shadows belied something more feminine. A simple webbed belt with a small pouch and a holster with a thin pistol in it were all that accompanied the otherwise unassuming outfit. It was all a means of camouflage. If someone was unable to identify her gender, then they would struggle to identify her at all. The woman dashed across the street and ducked down behind the shrubs one house down from Megan’s home just as a bus passed on the somewhat main road at the corner. Once the headlights had passed, the woman stayed low to the ground and made her way up to the fence that encased the back yard and was able to easily scale it and drop down into the unlight rear of the house. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The evening had crept up quickly and darkness had fallen with a swiftness that the entire summer season hadn’t seen. The deep shadows allowed the woman to slink along the side of the house and peer into the only source of light in the area, the light from Megan’s house. The woman found Megan on her hands and knee, nearing the end of her kitchen scrubbing. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">SHe </del>observed as the woman sat up, tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and then resumed her work. This was as perfect a time as any other and when she gently slid open the back door, it smoothly and silently rolled open. Predictably, the door was so well oiled and well kept that it was easy to slip inside. The woman stayed low to the ground and slipped up behind Megan, reaching into a pocket on her thigh and pulling out a thin filament of hard steel wire affixed on both ends to a palm sized carbon fiber handle. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The evening had crept up quickly and darkness had fallen with a swiftness that the entire summer season hadn’t seen. The deep shadows allowed the woman to slink along the side of the house and peer into the only source of light in the area, the light from Megan’s house. The woman found Megan on her hands and knee, nearing the end of her kitchen scrubbing. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She </ins>observed as the woman sat up, tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and then resumed her work. This was as perfect a time as any other and when she gently slid open the back door, it smoothly and silently rolled open. Predictably, the door was so well oiled and well kept that it was easy to slip inside. The woman stayed low to the ground and slipped up behind Megan, reaching into a pocket on her thigh and pulling out a thin filament of hard steel wire affixed on both ends to a palm sized carbon fiber handle. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The woman quickly flipped the handle in her palm and the wire naturally formed a loop, which, in an instant, was slipped over Megan’s head and landed on her throat. In a single swift motion the woman pulled in opposing directions with the handle, tightening the wire around Megan’s neck, digging it into her flesh. With an uncanny amount of strength the woman pulled back slightly, arching Megan’s back and thrusting her chest forward. It was a movement that this particular woman was well practiced in, but Megan seemed to be unphased by the motion. Most of her victims would immediately start clawing at the wire, or at very least struggling to break free. More importantly they would gasp and gurgle, struggling to take in any amount of life giving oxygen. Megan on the other hand, simply remained silent and, while her back arched, her arms remained at her side. More disturbing to the would be assassin was Megan’s voice, spoken clearly and without any distress. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The woman quickly flipped the handle in her palm and the wire naturally formed a loop, which, in an instant, was slipped over Megan’s head and landed on her throat. In a single swift motion the woman pulled in opposing directions with the handle, tightening the wire around Megan’s neck, digging it into her flesh. With an uncanny amount of strength the woman pulled back slightly, arching Megan’s back and thrusting her chest forward. It was a movement that this particular woman was well practiced in, but Megan seemed to be unphased by the motion. Most of her victims would immediately start clawing at the wire, or at very least struggling to break free. More importantly they would gasp and gurgle, struggling to take in any amount of life giving oxygen. Megan on the other hand, simply remained silent and, while her back arched, her arms remained at her side. More disturbing to the would be assassin was Megan’s voice, spoken clearly and without any distress. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Susan remained attached to Megan’s crotch, pleasuring it and lapping greedily at the robotic woman’s sexual assembly. The results were always the same though, Megan would sputter and strain and whine about not being properly equipped and programmed for this type of sexual intercourse. Susan eventually became frustrated with it and more than a little turned on herself. She briefly contemplated simply sitting herself on Megan’s face and hoping that her constant stream of mouth movements would be enough stimulation for her. In the end, though, Susan decided that putting herself within range of whatever Megan had inside of her head was a bad idea, but it didn’t do anything to help sate the growing frustration she felt in the pit of her stomach. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Susan remained attached to Megan’s crotch, pleasuring it and lapping greedily at the robotic woman’s sexual assembly. The results were always the same though, Megan would sputter and strain and whine about not being properly equipped and programmed for this type of sexual intercourse. Susan eventually became frustrated with it and more than a little turned on herself. She briefly contemplated simply sitting herself on Megan’s face and hoping that her constant stream of mouth movements would be enough stimulation for her. In the end, though, Susan decided that putting herself within range of whatever Megan had inside of her head was a bad idea, but it didn’t do anything to help sate the growing frustration she felt in the pit of her stomach. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Susan stood up and wiped away the mixture of her own saliva and the synthetic juices from Megan’s wet folds. She stepped over to the cart next to the table and crouched down, plucking a heavy crowbar from the bottom shelf. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">SHe </del>held it in one hand and let the curved head of it smack against the palm of her other hand, repeating the process as she slowly paced around the table. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Susan stood up and wiped away the mixture of her own saliva and the synthetic juices from Megan’s wet folds. She stepped over to the cart next to the table and crouched down, plucking a heavy crowbar from the bottom shelf. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She </ins>held it in one hand and let the curved head of it smack against the palm of her other hand, repeating the process as she slowly paced around the table. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>“What is the the the intended use of su-suuuu-such an instru-strument Su-SSSuuuUUUUuusan. An.” Megan questioned, her voice distorting and becoming somewhat tinny. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>“What is the the the intended use of su-suuuu-such an instru-strument Su-SSSuuuUUUUuusan. An.” Megan questioned, her voice distorting and becoming somewhat tinny. </div></td></tr>
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