Nemo wanted a Left 4 Dead rape piece and I wanted this to be public as a note of the rapidly deteriorating sanity I display in agreeing to write it. Since I figured my sanity is already questionable, might as well make it worse and add a few familiar faces to the mix just for personal enjoyment. Bonus points for naming them all. Cassie slammed the wooden door shut and fell forward in trembling fear. She heard the loud groans and screams of the Infected outside the door. They pounded and pounded and the cracking of the wood wasnt delayed long. She checked around but found only one shell left for her shotgun and gulped. The door finally busted open on nigh ripped off hinges and saw the twisted visage of those all too familiar faces burst in. She could only squeeze her eyes shut to stop the tears as she pulled the trigger and the wet sound of flesh and blood against the bathroom tiles and walls filled her ears. She wiped a bit of her smeared music from her cheeks and moved the fringe of her brown hair out of her face. She still couldnt believe the sight before her. Chris first, his gnarled chest showing the bites from his infection His arm must of been right in front of the muzzle, it was gone and the stump was bleeding quickly. His skull was pressed inward and his neck was gnarled and destroyed. Ariel was lying in pieces behind and under him, the blast having caught her in the side. Her leg was beneath Chris head and her torso was several inches separated from her legs. Behind her, seemingly untouched by the gun, was Tina, Chris hand in pieces and his fingers through her head and embedded in the wall. The tears came again, stronger now, and she couldnt even hear the silence. A long tongue shot through the door and seized her arm. It was almost pulled from its socket as it yanked her forward. It dragged her on her side to the the door, where she heard a loud, loud growl. The dark figured pouched down at her and scared her to her bone. It growled from beneath its hood and she saw its red eyes shine out. The tongue let go of her arm but the figure pinned it back down before she could even ball it up to strike at him. She struggled with minimal results but got her foot free from her pinned shoe and kicked up. Her eyes opened wider when she felt its muscled flesh without a cloth intermediary. She realized what the pleased gleam in its eye was for and could almost imagine it licking its lips. It kicked up and tore her pants open with ease and leaned down, almost comfortingly, and licked its long, pointed tongue up her neck. A second tear ripped her panties to shreds and tore open her lower belly. It snarled again and let up just enough that she could peer over her cleavage at the monster of a member half a breath before he filled her with it. She threw her head back and screamed out for help, coughing and choking when a long tongue was shot down her throat as a muffle. Her tears blurred the world and kept her isolated, letting the violation deep inside her fill her mind. The tongue plunged deeper and deeper and that blackened figure stepped closer with loud crashing footsteps. His long, light brown hair was in a mess behind the bulging growths on his face, making him almost indistinguishable. His blue eyes stared out blankly at her and made it so much worse. The pain deep inside seemed to get worse and worse as the hooded figure seemed to get bigger and bigger insider her, pushing against and tearing her walls. His hood was thrown back and those gleaming red eyes seemed to fill with satisfaction and he rolled over so that she rode him and her tears fell down onto his tan chest and his black hair kept out of his face. He growled again and balled his fist in her hair to pull her head up as the source of the tongue got closer and closer until he was almost on top of the pairing and burst in a cloud of bloody smoke, the tongue lodging in her throat and making her asphyxiate. She felt the warm warm, bloody warm feeling of his infected seed hit the back of her womb and her lights darkened. Her choking and coughing got worse and worse until it all faded away into numbness, the indignant feeling was her last as she accepted her fate.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 00:29:54 +0000
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