Look as sexy as possible and go to the man - its fate
From Create Your Own Story
Materb8ter (Talk | contribs) (Created page with 'You decide it might be dangerous to go into the pit. You don't like basements or the dark, so... You decide at least its human and male, better than a shit-pile or Runk. You sā¦') |
Materb8ter (Talk | contribs) |
||
| Line 3: | Line 3: | ||
You decide at least its human and male, better than a shit-pile or Runk. | You decide at least its human and male, better than a shit-pile or Runk. | ||
| - | You slide your | + | You slide your hands up your body to your tits, squeezing them and pulling your nipples seductively. Resignedly you begin moving towards the gross greasy janitor, willfully giving him your virginity without a struggle as the only viable option you see available. You think it's the smart move. You're a survivor. Survivors make the hard choices. |
| - | The janitor, unfortunately, doesn't believe for a second that any woman would willingly let him have his way with her. He reckons you're up to something. | + | The janitor, unfortunately, doesn't believe for a second that any woman would willingly let him have his way with her, let alone a young teenage beauty like you. He reckons you're up to something. |
| - | As soon as your within mop striking distance he, quick as a ninja, whacks you in the side of the head. | + | As soon as your within mop striking distance he, quick as a ninja, he whacks you in the side of the head. |
You late come conscious, nausea overwhelming everything. Through the nausea you feel discomfort in your abdomen and vagina area and smell disinfectants. | You late come conscious, nausea overwhelming everything. Through the nausea you feel discomfort in your abdomen and vagina area and smell disinfectants. | ||
| Line 15: | Line 15: | ||
You look over your shoulder, making your head hurt and the nausea increase. | You look over your shoulder, making your head hurt and the nausea increase. | ||
| - | Before you vomit, you glimpse the now sweaty greasy janitor, his dirty shirt still on, fucking you from behind. | + | Before you vomit, you glimpse the now sweaty greasy janitor, his dirty shirt still on, naked from the waist down, fucking you from behind. |
You wish you'd jumped in the pit, never mind the ladder. | You wish you'd jumped in the pit, never mind the ladder. | ||
| Line 22: | Line 22: | ||
After he's finished grunting and depositing his DNA in your fertile womb he shuffles back, pulls up his pants and walks off whistling. | After he's finished grunting and depositing his DNA in your fertile womb he shuffles back, pulls up his pants and walks off whistling. | ||
| - | + | Later he returns and fucks you again... and again... and again. | |
Two days later, what isn't completely numb hurts. You're thirsty and hungry, but mostly thirsty. | Two days later, what isn't completely numb hurts. You're thirsty and hungry, but mostly thirsty. | ||
| - | Men in rubber suits and airlines come and take you away. | + | Men in rubber suits and airlines eventually come and take you away. |
You're led to a room with a sign over the door, "Infected" . | You're led to a room with a sign over the door, "Infected" . | ||
Revision as of 22:05, 30 October 2015
You decide it might be dangerous to go into the pit. You don't like basements or the dark, so...
You decide at least its human and male, better than a shit-pile or Runk.
You slide your hands up your body to your tits, squeezing them and pulling your nipples seductively. Resignedly you begin moving towards the gross greasy janitor, willfully giving him your virginity without a struggle as the only viable option you see available. You think it's the smart move. You're a survivor. Survivors make the hard choices.
The janitor, unfortunately, doesn't believe for a second that any woman would willingly let him have his way with her, let alone a young teenage beauty like you. He reckons you're up to something. As soon as your within mop striking distance he, quick as a ninja, he whacks you in the side of the head.
You late come conscious, nausea overwhelming everything. Through the nausea you feel discomfort in your abdomen and vagina area and smell disinfectants.
You then realize the discomfort is something thrusting in and out of your no longer virgin cunt.
The sharp edges of the trolley you're draped over dig into your belly. Hands tightly grasp your waist.
You look over your shoulder, making your head hurt and the nausea increase. Before you vomit, you glimpse the now sweaty greasy janitor, his dirty shirt still on, naked from the waist down, fucking you from behind. You wish you'd jumped in the pit, never mind the ladder.
You realize you're tied to the cart with wire.
After he's finished grunting and depositing his DNA in your fertile womb he shuffles back, pulls up his pants and walks off whistling.
Later he returns and fucks you again... and again... and again.
Two days later, what isn't completely numb hurts. You're thirsty and hungry, but mostly thirsty.
Men in rubber suits and airlines eventually come and take you away.
You're led to a room with a sign over the door, "Infected" .
You're pushed in and the door closes with a strong series of clicks and pistons pushing into position.
figures emerge from the shadows, leprous, moaning, infected.
There are no females but you.
Six weeks later your diseased pregnant fuck-battered corpse is ejected into space.
The End
