The only anchor in this ocean of madness was a soft voice. Almost unintelligible, it spoke within his mind, urging him peace in his soul. This beautiful voice was able to rescue Swift from the brink of mental annihilation. The voice was that of honeydew and rain, soft and fresh like the whisper of a goddess. Slowly, Swift crawled back to reality, nearly unaware of the gaping wounds in his anus and the crusty coating that surrounded him. With a great heave, he managed to break free of his cum cocoon and lift the stockade off of his neck - the Screeching Empire had set him free once more. "Come and find me, Swiftie. You are the last hope for the Bushido code," the voice softly murmured in his mind, driving him towards the heart of the city.
Rejuvenated by his newfound ally, Swift quickly regained his senses and strength, throwing off his destroyed clothing and finding a garbage bag to wear. He strode towards the epicenter of the voice, drawn towards it by an immense power. The soft female voice was growing stronger and it tempted him with tales of love and glory; it said that he was the last in the line of the great Bushido lords. Only Swift could redeem the code and save their honor. This would grant him immeasurable power and the loyalty of millions to defeat the Screeching Empire. Swift nearly shit his garbage bag at the thought of victory, but instead, all he could muster was a sad squeak and a trickle of sperm ran down his leg.
Upon smelling this rancid pauper walking their streets, the resident dogs howled with fright and fled from his path. Swift was glad, he hated animals, and doggos were by far the worst creatures he had ever encountered. Strutting forth, he was finally drawn to an ancient temple, disguised in the heart of the city, with the icon of a flamboyant bird marked on the doorway. Swift pushed the gates open and was welcomed by the scent of lilacs and massage oil, and the sound of lewd, seductive moaning and soft, alluring whispers. "Come my wayward child, discard that ragged clothing and rejoice in your purest nudity," the voice spoke softly inside his mind. "I am the shitegf, Natalia of the Hamster Cheeks, and I am the Goddess of this temple. You may call me Natalia. I will heal your pain and show you the one true path." The sheer eroticism of the voice nearly brought Swift to orgasm; this was the first woman who had ever talked to him!
In the middle of the temple, Swift finally came face to face with the Goddess, Natalia, her golden visage wavering like some angelic reflection. "N..nice ass," he stammered out upon seeing her bent spine, which was considered a mark of beauty in the old Bushido realm. "Thank you, my sweet child. You may be my knight of Monday." Natalia replied, "You will be my favourite knight - Momma's special little boy." Swift knelt to the ground and swore an oath that day; "I will serve you until my dying breath, I will bake bread from your yeast infections, and drink deeply from the cup of your menstruation". Natalia nodded solemnly. The oath had been fulfilled.