Chapter 1: Sticky ramen residue
My heart skipped a beat as I walked into the shiny kitchen, pots and pans that hung from the tiled ceiling aggressively clanked together as Gordon Ramsay sorted them.
"You fucking donkeys!" He screeched as he wiped off sticky, white residue with his finger.
"I wonder how that finger would feel insi-" I stopped myself, cleansing my thoughts of dirty anal penetration that I oh so desired from the old man. I shook my head and glanced sideways at Barry B. Benson, his yellow and black stripped body quivering in guilt and fear. You could see it in his eyes that he was not only just a worker for Mr. Ramsay, but he was also a rape victim. Isolated from everyone but his predator; Ramsay himself.
I wandered into the kitchen, unaware of the head chef's presence. I picked up some chicken ramen and wandered over to the microwave. All was dark except for one small, red candle that flickered in the corner; and all was quiet except for one thunderous moan.
"You're an all-star!" screamed the voice, clearly in physical pain.
Suddenly, I was grabbed by manly hands, turned over, and was playfully thrusted against the counter.
"Get your game on!" He moaned erotically. I cried and screamed but the strong body wouldn't let me go. He stripped me of my clothing and entered my tight rectum, but suddenly the door clicks open and the pain stops. I could see the faint reflection of Gordon Ramsay in the aluminium around me.
"Wot are you doing in my swamp!?" Bellowed the mysterious figure.
"Shrek, consider yourself unemployed!" Shouted my idol, revealing the name of my rapist.
"Shrek?" I say, "I'm a huge fan!" I turn to him and tenderly touch his inner thigh.
"Wot?" shouted a loud Persian girl, emerging from where I had heard moans. Her name tag revealed her name; Anahoota. Another kinky intern perhaps.
Suddenly, the floor dropped beneath my feet. Shrek tried his best to wrap me under his arm but he couldn't maintain grip as his arm was wet with lube, the lemon scent being the last thing I smelt before I plummeted into darkness.
"What's with all these fucking prostitutes?" exclaimed Ramsay, his voice becoming distant.
"Get shreked, mate" I heard Shrek angrily bellow to him before I heard a body slam to the floor, Gordon's explicit moans following this swiftly conducted action.
Deeper, deeper and deeper I went down the hole, quite like how I presume Ramsay likes it.
Deep.
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