The four tomboys, Alice, Bobbie, Charlie, and Dana, sneaked into the abandoned warehouse, their giggles and whispers echoing off the damp walls. They moved like a pack of wolves, united in their curiosity and mischief.
As they explored the dark corners of the warehouse, Alice, the leader of the group, spotted something that made her eyes widen with excitement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she cracked, her voice dripping with playful insult. "A little boy lost in the big bad warehouse?"
Bobbie and Charlie snickered, their eyes following Alice's gaze to the corner of the warehouse. There, tied to a chair, was a boy - Timmy, they thought they remembered his name being. His eyes were wide with fear as he struggled against his bindings.
Dana moved closer, her eyes narrowing with interest. She checked Timmy's bindings, making sure they were tight. "He's not going anywhere," she announced, her voice full of satisfaction.
Alice pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, blowing smoke in Timmy's face. "You're our little plaything now, Timmy," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
Timmy struggled against his bindings, his face turning red with effort. The tomboys laughed at his attempts to escape. Alice took off her hat and tossed it aside, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, ladies, let's have some fun."
Bobbie pulled out a jar of laxatives and winked at Timmy. "This is going to be interesting," she said, her voice full of mischief.
Charlie and Dana held Timmy down as Bobbie forced the laxatives down his throat. Timmy's face turned green as he realized what was happening. The tomboys laughed at his discomfort.
Alice lit another cigarette and took a long drag, her eyes glinting with excitement. "This is going to be the best game ever," she said, her voice full of anticipation.
The tomboys waited, watching as Timmy's face turned pale. Suddenly, Timmy's body tensed up and he started to sweat. The tomboys cheered as they realized what was about to happen.
Timmy's body convulsed as he started to shit. The tomboys laughed and cheered, encouraging him. The shit hit Timmy's face, covering it in a brown mess. The tomboys laughed and cheered, their voices ringing through the warehouse. "Look at that! Our little boy is covered in shit!"
Alice stood up, her eyes shining with excitement. "This was even better than I imagined," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. The other tomboys nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with excitement and victory.
As they left the warehouse, their laughter echoing off the walls, they knew they would never forget this night. They had played a dirty game, and they had won.
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