Phil stood on Ellis Island taking pictures of the Statue of Liberty. It was a fairly
average New York day, nothing too spectacular. In fact, he was already starting to get a
little bored when this oddly dressed couple approached him.
"Excuse me, sir!" said a woman dressed in tie dye extreme, her long black hair braided
with pink and white ribbons.
"We were wondering," said her companion, his beard decorated with bows.
"Yes, wondering!" said the woman, her smile a little too practiced.
"Wondering if you would like,"
"Yes, if you would like to,"
"Join us for a tour!"
They both smiled, which slightly creeped him out.
"What kind of tour?" he asked, holding his camera in front of his chest like it would
protect him.
"Why, a tour of the Statue of Liberty!" cried the woman, her impossibly perfect smile
widening.
"Its only one of the best things about New York!" cried her companion.
"I don't know..." said Phil, backing up a bit. Before he could fully escape, the woman
had his arm and the man was leading the way. They dragged him up to the statue and began
spouting off random facts about Lady Liberty's journey across the ocean.
"This is the entrance right here!" exclaimed the man, opening the door and ushering his
companion and Phil in.
Looking up, Phil noticed something slightly amiss. There were legs. Impossibly long and
slender; and further up was a shapely bottom and a delicately shaped female sex. Even
further up were perfectly rounded breasts and the face of Liberty shone with such sweet
gentility that it almost knocked him backwards.
"Wow." he murmured, completely in awe.
"Isn't she lovely?" said the woman, her grip tightening on his arm.
"Isn't she a goddess?" said the man, his hands coming around Phil's waist.
"Hey!" he cried, struggling.
From the shadows came at least a dozen more men and women, their smiles eerie and their
eyes glowing with lust.
Over powering him, they drug him up toward Liberty's breasts. Securing him so that he
stood before her face, they cut off his clothing. He squirmed and tried to escape, but
found he couldn't move.
"It will all be over soon." said the woman, her eyes seemingly shifting in color and
shape.
Pulling knives from their clothes they began to cut him until a decent amount of blood
flowed. Gathering some into a cup they offered it to Liberty. She drank deeply and,
before they slit his throat, he saw her smile.
average New York day, nothing too spectacular. In fact, he was already starting to get a
little bored when this oddly dressed couple approached him.
"Excuse me, sir!" said a woman dressed in tie dye extreme, her long black hair braided
with pink and white ribbons.
"We were wondering," said her companion, his beard decorated with bows.
"Yes, wondering!" said the woman, her smile a little too practiced.
"Wondering if you would like,"
"Yes, if you would like to,"
"Join us for a tour!"
They both smiled, which slightly creeped him out.
"What kind of tour?" he asked, holding his camera in front of his chest like it would
protect him.
"Why, a tour of the Statue of Liberty!" cried the woman, her impossibly perfect smile
widening.
"Its only one of the best things about New York!" cried her companion.
"I don't know..." said Phil, backing up a bit. Before he could fully escape, the woman
had his arm and the man was leading the way. They dragged him up to the statue and began
spouting off random facts about Lady Liberty's journey across the ocean.
"This is the entrance right here!" exclaimed the man, opening the door and ushering his
companion and Phil in.
Looking up, Phil noticed something slightly amiss. There were legs. Impossibly long and
slender; and further up was a shapely bottom and a delicately shaped female sex. Even
further up were perfectly rounded breasts and the face of Liberty shone with such sweet
gentility that it almost knocked him backwards.
"Wow." he murmured, completely in awe.
"Isn't she lovely?" said the woman, her grip tightening on his arm.
"Isn't she a goddess?" said the man, his hands coming around Phil's waist.
"Hey!" he cried, struggling.
From the shadows came at least a dozen more men and women, their smiles eerie and their
eyes glowing with lust.
Over powering him, they drug him up toward Liberty's breasts. Securing him so that he
stood before her face, they cut off his clothing. He squirmed and tried to escape, but
found he couldn't move.
"It will all be over soon." said the woman, her eyes seemingly shifting in color and
shape.
Pulling knives from their clothes they began to cut him until a decent amount of blood
flowed. Gathering some into a cup they offered it to Liberty. She drank deeply and,
before they slit his throat, he saw her smile.
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