Sunday, November 12, 2006

The Whippet Episode 1



The Whippet sat on the roof of McKlays guest hoose and surveyed the dimly lit streets of night time Glesga, the city of shattered dreams. Renfrew Street was quiet, and only the odd late night straggler wandered past in an alcoholic daze.

The Whippet wore his customary garb, a Mexican style wrestling mask in mottled brown, a Motorhead T-Shirt, wrangler jeans, cherry-red dock martens with yellow laces and a tattered and weather stained old mackintosh raincoat. His eyes were not as sharp as once they were but his lugs could hear a teardrop at 100 yards and they did not let him down this night. The city at night is a chaotic mass of noise from a million sources but the Whippet used his aural skills to pinpoint the distant scream of a young girl in distress... and yes, there it was the unmistakable double heart beat of the arch pervert of the Galaxy!

The Whippet moved; his great bulk no obstacle to his legendary speed. He leapt over the rooftops of Renfrew street faster than any mortal would believe possible. He soon found himself at the scene of the crime in progress on Hope street.

A young blond plump girl dressed in high-heels a short skirt and a low cut top was being manhandled into an ancient shabby police box, it's blue light throbbed feebly. "Get tae fuck ya old perv!" She screamed. "That's no a time machine ya bam, d'ye think am a spazzie?!?"

"Please be calm my dear child, I offer you a life of adventure and excitement that you would not believe." Said the old gent calmly as he fingered his sonic screwdriver with one hand and ripped the girls top off with the other, revealing a pair of plump ripe breasts, barely covered by a flimsy sheer brassiere. " You can trust me... I'm a doctor!"

The Whippet slammed in to the filthy old codger knocking him for six and pummelled the old perv with his mighty fists. "Phone the Polis!" He ordered the young plump nymphet as he gave "the Doctor" what can only be described as a good solid kicking.
Within minutes the super efficient Glasgow Police arrived in the shape of Police officers Amanda Finebody (24) and ex gymnast Sally Macinally (23). The Whippet accompanied them to the station and watched as The Doctor was locked up and the young victims parents arrived and took the poor wee lamb home.

"Our shift is over Mr. Whippet." announced Amanda. "I share a flat with Sally and we would be honoured if you would come back for coffee and what ever else you fancy."

Later...
... as Sally performed her gold winning gymnastic routine wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy white panties and a boob tube, Amanda's hands wandered over The Whippets impressive hardness...

The End?

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hail Hail this piece of genius Claw!
A wonderful tale and one hopes it shall be followed up by an equally unrestrained sequel!!
Splendid!

1:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So good this deserves a double comment!

Please Sir, I Want Some More!

2:58 PM  
Blogger Clawhammer said...

If only I could find the original Bat-Chronicles! George sent me a copy years ago but I have somehow managed to loose it.

1:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Old boy - forget about the Bat Chrons for moment (they will turn up at some future point I am certain of it) This is my favourite for the role of starring WPC

http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/Jimag/WPCTorchwood.jpg

9:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/Jimag/WPCTorchwood.jpg

Second attempt at the link

9:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

bah!

should end in .jpg

9:51 AM  
Blogger Löst Jimmy said...

I hope to be reading another installment of the Whippet adventures real soon!

Like this weekend!!!!

9:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The young protege liked Whippet's technique as he sought to emulate his fighting style

9:52 AM  
Blogger Toast said...

What a foul tale of degradation that was. I for one am glad that this blog is long dead!

7:45 AM  

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