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♡ Prime assets & Expops x Fem!Reader
☆ Part 1!
☆ Summary// Murkoff’s been through their fair share of nurses who could handle the expopulation, most of them ended up dead.. Mauled, ripped apart, or they became a grunt when they tried to turn in their 3 weeks.. So Murkoff tried another strategy to give their assets the “best medical care.”
☆ A/N, can you guys tell ive been having a blast with the new outlast update
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☆ WARNINGS// NSFW, Medical malpractice, unprofessional uniform, mommy & daddy kink, vulgar language, perversion, trauma, squirting, sexualization of reader, fluff, coyle is a warning here, actually ALL OF THESE MFS ARE A WARNING, blood & injuries, fat shaming (Dr. Futterman), premature ejaculation, breeding, lactation kink, p in v.
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☆ NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
Finding new nurses to work at Murkoff was harder than anticipated, especially after going through all the willing candidates.. It was extremely difficult to keep a nurse alive that dealt with the expopulation, many of the past medical team suffered horrific fates due to funding being shifted to other things Dr. Easterman swore up and down had a purpose! So Murkoff decided to make changes to the curriculum to aid in this crisis.
☆ Sergeant Leland Coyle
Oh Coyle is more than pleased to see a pretty nurse instead of those “pinko doctors” he hates so much, being strapped to a gurney completely vulnerable and at the poking hands of people he didn’t trust or could properly identify.
Coyle was already super reactive in the past to masked doctors and nurses, spewing slurs at them to the point of needing to be sedated and muzzled for a simple physical.. It was noteworthy he had immense trauma from being held down from his childhood, but that seemed to fly over his head the minute he saw fat tits in front of him.
Being strapped down and forced to stay put is a sign of submission, and Coyle doesn’t want to look submissive or pliable to anyone. He wants to be a big angry bear who scares everyone so they will leave him alone. It's better to be feared than to be seen as weak in his eyes. Everyone takes advantage of weakness.
Coyle rarely has visits to the clinic, the reason why some Medical boxes are empty are because he’s stealing the contents to D.I.Y his injuries.
Coyle is weak for a pretty woman, especially after you let him bury his face in your chest for comfort. He was practically drunk from the smell of you and the sensation of warm skin against his charred flesh.
Your smell was something he used to hate, sterile, fresh, that overpowering hospital smell.. But with the small hint of your deodorant and natural musk? It intoxicated him, his mind, his body, his senses.. He never smelt a woman so good before, never felt one so soft and caring.. Maybe it was the fact he’s been here for years and hasn’t had any woman touching him, besides reagents but.. They never had this much of an effect on him before.
“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Leland growled in perverted interest, his voice deepening as he dragged out his catcall. Tilting his head down so his sunglasses slid across his crooked nose so he could get a good look at a view he yearned to see. “You gonna take care of me baby?” You could practically hear him groaning every time he spoke, you were the only female nurse that was left for being in charge of the expopulation.. So they made changes to your uniform, bold changes. Honestly you could have sworn they pulled this skimpy nurse uniform out of a kinky costume from a sex shop, slapped a Murkoff logo on it and called it a day. It showed off your voluptuous figure and what you had to offer.
Dr. Easterman told you you’d somehow be safer this way, you wanted to laugh in his face but you didn’t. You now had to worry about the expopulation breaking free from their restraints with a newfound vigor because they were horny. Instead of death you had to worry about being plowed till you were in a wheelchair, but somehow he was right. Your patients were more willing to work with you knowing they had a beautiful woman touching them and not unidentifiable threats.
“Mhm, gonna make you feel all better.” You cooed as you flipped through his chart of recent trials he’s been in, his medical history, when his last checkup was.. He was here because a reagent got trigger happy and summoned the spirit of Babe Ruth and nailed him square in the head to a point where the trial got cancelled because he wouldn’t get off the ground.
His head injury was clear as day, dark red blood seeping from a nasty wound on his forehead. His hat long gone from the guards taking it off for you, your heels clicked against the sterile tile floor as you took some gloves out of the box on the wall and slid them on with a loud snap. The tight latex hugging your smooth skin as you approached from where he was strapped down.
“Jesus H. fuckin’ christ..” You heard him grumble under his breath as your shadow loomed over him, your chest in his face as you turned his head slowly to examine the damage. He had nasty bruises forming all around the wound, he also had moderate swelling that was increasing and blood seeping from the access point. That reagent got him pretty good, at least the therapy is working.. You chirped in your head. “What would you say your pain is at on a scale of 1-10.”
“2.”
Bullshit, you thought as you leaned back with a sassy roll of your eyes. “I can’t help you if you aren’t honest with me.” You knew he was just trying to show off and be all manly, him and his inflated ego.. With lumbering silence he refused to fill and answer truthfully in sake of his ego and not wanting to embarrass himself. You gave him a “really?” look before going to take off your gloves. “Well if it’s a 2 then you can go back to the trials and resume the therapy–”
“Fine, it’s a fuckin’ 10!” He yelled out, his yell was booming and angry but halfway through his sentence it toned down to a meek lower volume, it was like his own volume made the pain worse as he winced. “Son’a bitch got me hard, I didn’t even know he was in the corner till I saw a goddamn brick fly out of it.” He snarled in anger at the memory, his ego was definitely taking several hits at the moment.
“I can tell, I’m going to clean the wound and put a few stitches in. The entry point is pretty deep and I don’t want it to reopen.” You said as you walked over to the medical cart, typing in your ID number as it opened. Grabbing a syringe full of saline, some alcohol wipes, a sterile curved needle, and some antibiotic ointment. You could feel his gaze on your ass and thighs, practically eye fucking you through his perverse imagination.
Coyle wanted so badly to break free from these restraints and throw that perfect ass over his knee, his rough hand yanking that tiny skirt up as he made you count how many slaps he was giving you.. Shit maybe he’d give you a fair share of some pussy slaps to ensure you submitted to him, would you even like that? By the way you were dressed you most definitely would love it. Probably would even cum from it if he slapped hard enough, he’d live to see those legs tremble, ankles twisting as you squirt all over the floor.. He’d fuck it all back into you just to see it come out of you again.
You were trying so hard not to look at his throbbing hard as you approached him, his uniform pants clenched tight around the fly. Shaping his furious arousal, you could practically see him twitching from how hard he was getting. “First I’m going to flush the wound and clean up the remaining blood, this might sting a little..” You explained as you took the thick syringe and squirted the saline out gently, flushing his wound to get all of the dirt, oil, and blood away from the cut. A clean paper towel wiping away the saline & blood as you cleaned him up, your eyes flicked to his knee that twitched up a little.. Then back to his face which had a pained snarl on it, you could see him biting down on his teeth to keep back any winces or signs of discomfort.
“Now I’m going to clean the wound to ensure you don’t get any infections during healing.. This is going to hurt a bit so please bear with me.”
“MOTHERFUCKER!” He yelped like a puppy as the alcohol wipe touched his wound, his body jolting against the restraints as he squirmed, “I know, I know it hurts baby..” You cooed as you continued to clean around and gently in it, “S–Shit baby girl that fuckin’ burns.” He gasped out as the burning sensation of the alcohol killing off any bacteria got to him, his head was throbbing. “Almost done, almost done..” You softly said as you tilted his head a bit too far and felt his nose buried deep in your cleavage. His body completely relaxed the moment his face made contact as you felt his groan vibrating against your skin, his hands clenching from where they were restrained wanting to reach out and grab you.
His sunglasses were smooshed between you and his face, his eyes closed gently. His breaths coming from his nose deep and long, trying to engrave your scent in his memory as you took care of him.
“In a few weeks you’ll come back to me to get the stitches removed, I’ll make a note for Dr. Easterman you are going to take the next two days off so your injury doesn’t worsen.” Your latex gloves came off with a gentle slap, as your foot pressed down on the hazard waste can and dropped the bloody gloves in for proper disposal. Leland groaned in irritation “I don’t take days off missy, M’ fine!” He hissed trying to choke down his embarrassment of needing to be “on bed rest” instead of delivering God's justice! And the way he said missy like your gender was beneath him.. And in his fucked up eyes it was.
“Besides the ibuprofen is there anything else I can do for you?” You were trying to keep a professional environment but it was getting harder and harder to keep it up, you know Murkoff isn’t really for professionalism.. But a sane part of you that still clung onto your frontal lobe felt like this was very much needed, “Yeah, you got a man waitin’ fer you at home sweetness?” Oh here we go.
Your eyes shut to keep yourself from rolling your eyes at him, a soft blow of air escaping your nose as you sighed.. Before you could even say anything he cut you off before you could even say one syllable, “C’mere baby girl, be a good nurse and help your patient out..” He purred as he gestured with his head towards his clothed cock, typically you wouldn’t indulge in this foolishness. Dr. Easterman said if any of them got aroused to not “assist” them since it makes them more vigorous and aggressive during trials..
But for some reason you never did stop yourself from walking back over to him and making quick work of his belt and fly, or that soft and warm hand cupping his heavy cock as you stroked him. He was average, maybe a few inches bigger than it.. A solid 6/4 inches and pretty girthy, not to an extreme amount but enough to make him curve from the weight. Pretty mean veins ran all over his shaft, bursting and throbbing as your thumb gently rubbed on top of them.. Making him pulse and his thighs tense, his tip was pretty big too. Roughly the size of one of those big circular pins you’d put on any type of bag or a shirt, his slit leaking a thick flow of pearly white pre.
His jaw hung open as he panted like a dog, soft groans and grunts escaping him as his head rolled back against the gurney. “Ffffffuucccck..” He hissed through his yellow teeth, a bit of spit drooling out from where his lip was completely gone as soft pants escaped him. You let out a soft hum as you kept a steady and slow pace, yet your grip was firm and tight. Fingers beautifully rubbing at his sensitive flesh, stroking him so good his lungs were working overtime to take in oxygen. His hands gripping so hard at the rubber cover of the gurney protecting the soft insides, curses escaped him along with soft “uh’s” and “mmphms”.
“Yeah? Feel good Sergeant?”
“O,OH FUCK!”
A thick & creamy spurt of cum shot out of his tip as he came from just hearing you call him Sergeant, more violent spurts followed as they painted your hands and his uniform pants in a milky white. Salty cum squirting out of him from the praise as his whole body jerked, hips pumping up to ride your hand as he got through the aftershocks. A soft giggle escaped you as you quickly began pumping him hard and fast, “Such a messy boy Sergeant, what would your recruits think?”
“F,FUCK–FUCK THOSE RECRUITS! Haaaah, I–I don’t give a rat's asshole about what they–shittttttttttt, faster!” He whined out as your hand found the vigor to go as fast as you could for him as his hips violently rocked up into that perfect hand. You could hear the leather restraints holding him down creak threateningly from how much he was struggling, he felt like he was being edged from the restraints keeping him from straight up fucking your hand. You squeezed your hand with every pump that made it down his shaft, making sure to squeeze tight and hard like an anaconda–And that helped compensate for his lack of ability to rock his hips. ♡
“Patient was given 500mg of ibuprofen along with a thorough cleaning of the wound, approximately 5 stitches were sewn into the entry point.”
“Note: Patient shows signs of weakness, incoordination, and dizziness due to injury. Patient is highly recommended for bed rest for 2 days until these symptoms lift.”
☆ Mother Gooseberry, “Phyllis Futterman”
Like Coyle, Phyllis doesn’t like to be restrained either on account of being tested on by dermatologists, her father, and prison. So like Leland she is a very reactive patient who will react to anything anyone does.
Due to her personality split between Dr.Futterman and a 12 year old version of herself, it makes traversing through reality extremely difficult. She also tends to suffer from memory loss from time to time due to both personalities basically fighting her memory in her head, and the fact she suppresses the bad things that happened to her.
She actually feels a bit indifferent about the doctors, the Dr.Futterman half of her hates them while the 12 year old version doesn’t mind them.
But seeing you was a whole different story.
“Well don’t you have such a pretty face!” You heard the goose woman coo from the gurney she was strapped onto as you walked into the small medical room, normally all patients would be disarmed for the staff’s safety but taking Dr. Futterman away from her caused quite a fuss. So they allowed her to keep her drill puppet in order to have less trouble, “Good god woman! Cover yourself, there's children present.” Dr. Futterman hissed, the whirling of his drill filling the air as you approached her. “Good afternoon Phyllis, I heard you are experiencing some pain in your chest?” You said as you sat down in front of her, grabbing her chart off of the small counter and reading over what was documented.
“Oh yes Doctor, I’ve been experiencing these unknown spasms and pains–”
“S’ probably because you need to lose some goddamn weight you fat heifer!”
“Daddy!”
Lord knows this was going to be a long appointment, you would admit she is an amazing Ventriloquist. It was like the puppet was actually another person in the room, you applauded her talent in your mind trying not to laugh at Dr. Futterman's personality while it was a bit disheartening to know this was probably how her father behaved when he was still alive. “Do you have a specific area where the pain is? Or is it all over?” You inquired as you put the chart down on the counter, swapping it out with some gloves instead as you sat up from the chair.
Click, click.. Click..
Your heels clicked against the sterile tile as you approached her, taking off your stethoscope to listen to her heart. “Deep breaths in and out for me, Phyllis.”
“Good grief nurse, where did they find you? In a whore house? Did ya sleep with a doctor to get your license?” Dr. Futterman groaned as both him and Phyllis took a good long look at your appearance, more slutty and sexy than an actual medical professional. The fat curves of your body stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey in the small slutty uniform you were forced to wear, your cleavage all pushed up like you were Jessica Rabbit. Long beautiful legs on display instead of scrubs or tights accompanying them, the soft fat of your chest slowly falling and rising as you listened to her heartbeat.
It was a bit accelerated than a normal beat, it was either she had an infection or she was just getting excited at ogling you. “Any other symptoms besides pain? Like any shortness of breath, coughing, sneezing?” You asked as your stethoscope went back to being around your neck, you leaned over her earning a groan from Dr. Futterman as you grabbed the blood pressure cuff from off the wall and pulled the Velcro cuff apart to wrap it around her arm. You lifted the conservative white sleeve of her top to wrap the cuff tightly around her arm and grabbed the rubber bulb and squeezed it until you got a read on her blood pressure.
“A little shortness of breath..” She answered as her eyes were glued to your form, you leaning over her brought thoughts of being over her lap as she punished you with a wooden paddle for dressing in such ways.. You made a mental note of her comment and her blood pressure as you took the cuff off after it deflated and put it back onto the hook, “Is it okay if I take off your shirt to feel around and make sure you don’t have any lumps?”
“Oh! Well of course Doctor.” She chirped in excitement as your hands unbuttoned the small cotton buttons of her shirt to gain access to her large chest, you noted how her bra gave her basically zero support and her tits barely fit in the black cups of her bra.. Maybe that was the issue, it definitely wasn’t unheard of to have chest and respiratory issues because you didn’t have enough back and chest support from your bra. Your hands gently dipped into her bra and felt around her bare flesh for any lumps trying to make sure nothing cancerous was developing that would be causing these issues, a soft breath escaped Phyllis at the cold latex against her warm skin. She squirmed a bit in the gurney because every soft touch was making an ache between her thighs, the more you gently squeezed and felt around the worse it got..
Your fingers brushed against her hardened nipple and tried not to say anything or blush at her behavior–She wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal of you touching her bare chest.. Her thick thighs squeezing together to dull the ache as you swore you heard a soft moan escape her, the way she was reacting to your touch made a shiver go down your spine. Not one of disgust, but one of pleasure. Your brain went offline as your gentle squeezing turned into full on groping, your needy hands taking handfuls of her pretty tits into your hands and squeezing the flesh. Fingers rubbing every callous she had from the stretch of how big she was.. Her pretty moans filled the air as she practically begged you with them to straddle her–Your own thighs squeezed hard as you could feel your pussy dripping from her reactions.
“Oooh, good girl..” Phyllis cooed as you pathetically rutted against her pussy, little squeaks and moans escaping you as you desperately rocked your hips into hers. Your pulsing clit bumping against hers as you both moaned into the air, you don’t even remember pulling your panties down or straddling her–But your underwear was wrapped tight around Dr. Futterman's beak as your wandering hands groped at your tits that split from your uniform like how she instructed. “Fuck, I wish you were touching me..” You stupidly whimpered as your own hands pinched at your hard nipples. Earning a jolt from your hips as you rocked against her harder, “My poor baby, come here and let mommy take care of you..” You cooed as you laid down on top of her, your chest pressing against her face as her ruby red lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked hard.
“F–Fuck! Phyllis–” You gasped at her needy sucking, her tongue flicking against your hard bud like she was trying to milk you. The wet squelches between your legs were audible, you were surprised a guard didn’t crack open the door to take a peak at the show as your pretty cunt humped so perfectly against hers. Your gloved hand slipped between your legs to rub both of you off. You were shaking at her moans vibrating against your sensitive tits as her hips rocked harder into yours, a loud gasp escaping you as you whined. “M’ gonna cum!” you gasped as you lifted your hips on instinct squirting hard against her, little whimpery fucks escaping your pretty lips. Fingers slipping into your squirting cunt as you forced more out of your tiny hole, Phyllis pulled back her dripping lips to watch you stuff your fingers into yourself.. Needy fingers pulling out more of your release as it made a small puddle between her chubby thighs. Her hole clenched around nothing and her poor neglected clit throbbed as she tried to catch your attention by moaning out your name and bucking her hips desperately. Your thighs violently trembled and shut around your hand as you rode your palm to calm the aftershocks.
Your hazy eyes landed on her and how she needed you, with one hand stuffed deep into your pulsing canal you took your free hand and stuffed two fingers deep into her aching cunt. “Ah!” She cried as your fingers shoved in hard and deep, fingers massaging at her wet walls and poking at her g-spot that had her hips thrusting up into you. Your hand worked hard and fast to get her off, as your own hips began to hop needily on your palm as your fingers desperately fucked yourself open. “M,mommy please.. I–I can’t take anymore..!” You pathetically mewled as your stupid hips didn’t stop forcing your fingers to fuck you harder, your walls squeezed and clenched around your fingers as slick leaked from your hole. ♡
It didn’t take too long for Phyllis to tremble hard around your fingers as she came, whining out your name as you yanked your fingers out of your own cunt to squirt against her again.. Making a filthy mess of your uniform and her skirt that was bunched up around her stomach. “Mmmhp..” You whined as you looked at her eyes that were locked onto your needy pussy that was still pushing out small streams of slick, your thighs violently trembling as you humped forward.
“I like that pretty little nurse Dr. Daddy..” Phyllis cooed at Dr. Futterman as the guards pushed the gurney back to her trial environment.. “Next time get me closer so I can see the pretty little whore squirting!” Dr. Futterman hissed out his approval, thankfully the guards didn’t check her pocket that had your wet panties in them..
☆ Franco Barbi “Lil Bambino”
The minute Franco finds out about the new policy he is purposely tripping and failing to hurt himself to see you. He goes as far to make sure the bottles & bricks in his trial environments are incredibly easy to find and are bunched together so the reagents can beat the fuck out of him.
Of course being Dr. Easterman’s favorite prime asset he actually is the only one who finds out about this new policy, and he is like a kid in a candy store.
Like everyone else, he does not like being vulnerable and restrained.. But being restrained to a PRETTY WOMAN? He is on his knees praying to Easterman, he used to pray for times like these.
“Take me to the king” by Tamela Mann is blasting in his head the millisecond you walk into the examination room, he’s practically sobbing, cheering, throwing roses and applauding Murkoff for allowing this.
“Oh dear god..” Franco groaned the minute you walked in, and you had the same thought but for a different reason. His was excitement, yours was pure irritation and shame. Asking god why out of all assets why Franco had to be the one to find out about this policy change, and you just KNEW he wasn’t injured. He just wanted to see if it was true, “C’mere toots, let baby see how pretty you are..” He cooed at you as a stupid smile grew on his face, this was like waving a lollipop at him. His eyes were glued onto every inch of you, laser focusing on how your body bounced when you moved a bit too much or too hard.. And the simplest moves had those milk cannons jiggling like cow udders, you put a hand on your hip as your eyes did a quick physical examination on him, he literally had zero injuries at all. No bruises, no blood, no nothing.
“What are you in for today..” You sighed out, Franco was a frequent flier in the clinic.. Honestly he just adored being pampered and taken care of, so him being here for no reason wasn’t really the biggest surprise. “I’ve got a bit of a.. cough.. Cough, Ma’am..” He pouted as he made a faux coughing sound, fluttering his eyelashes at you as he made his best puppy eyes trying to convince you he really was sick. But you could see his bullshit as clear as day, he couldn’t fake a good congested cough to save his life. But you played along because this was your job and you didn’t want him to start threatening you or crying like an infant that you weren’t coddling him.
“You poor thing.” You tutted at him and somehow some way THAT got him hard against his suit, the white with black striped fly molding around his bulge as a small whimper escaped from his “sore” throat. “Fuck.. Mommy c’mere and take care of baby.” He groaned out in a raspy voice, practically flinching at the snap of your latex gloves as you approached. He was squirming so hard from trying to free himself from the leather restraints, he needed to touch you NOW. He needed his paws to worship that fucking porn star of a body you have, his hands needs to squeeze those perfect tits till milk comes out of your nipples. Fuck he needed to ram his fat cock into you till he could breed his heirs into that beautiful womb.
He needed you, he needed you to show off to everyone else and to prove to his father that “Lil bambino” had a beautiful woman on his hip who adored him and took care of him like he deserved. To build his own empire bigger and better than his father’s ever was! He’d shower you and your children in love and appreciation, be the best goddamn father he could be to your children.. Teach them the family business, treat them with love and respect his father never gave him. He’d be a good daddy, you just gotta give him a chance.
“Can you open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue please?” Your soft words derailed the perverted yet awfully sweet imagination train he had going, he shook his head to clear his mind as he glanced at you and saw you with a thick tongue depressor and a small light to see down his throat, he immediately obeyed and opened his mouth wide. Thick strands of drool sticking to his gums and teeth as the thick wood of the tongue depressor softly pressed down.
As much as you thought he was lying about having a sore throat, his throat was actually pretty red and irritated like he had a viral respiratory infection. With a soft click of the light you were holding you pulled back and took out the wooden stick, “Could be a viral infection. M’ going to get you tested to make sure your trial environment isn’t having any A/C issues.” Your heel pressed down on the peddle that opened up the tin trash can as you dropped the tongue depressor into the trash before walking over to the small counter and opening up one of the drawers to grab a swab test. Honestly Franco was lying out of his ass about having a sore throat so it took him by surprise he actually might have had something going on he didn’t know about, there was a bit of surprise and shock on his face as he processed your words.
“Is.. Is it gonna hurt?” He sheepishly asked as he watched you open up the plastic wrap keeping the long swab sterile, his baby blues widening and his face cringing at seeing how long the stick was, “No, it’s going to feel a bit weird however.. Just try not to close your mouth okay? Breathe through your nose.” You reassured him as you held both the swab and a fresh tongue depressor. “Okay open up wide–”
Franco violently squirmed as he choked and coughed as you quickly removed the swab, snot coming from his nose and spittle shooting from his mouth. “CHRIST!” He heaved violently as the gurney threateningly creaked and groaned.
“Sorry.. Sorry! I know–I know baby, hold on let me get you a tissue and some water.” You put the swab in the small plastic tube that was supplied with the kit as you grabbed some tissues and a styrofoam cup of cold water. “Hold still for me.. Let me clean you up honey.” You cooed as you cleaned up his face, brushing away any spit and snot that came out of him.. He definitely had something going on, your hand gently cupped his head as you gently poured water down his throat to soothe the ache he had.
“Are you okay..?” You were genuinely worried about him after that reaction, you’ve done hundreds of swabs and that was one of the worst reactions you’ve seen in a while. Your eyebrows furrowed as tears came from his irritated eyes and soft sniffles came from him, “Oh.. Baby I’m so sorry..” You cooed as you put the empty cup on the small cart beside you, cupping his head in your warm arms as he cried into your embrace. Your head gently laid on top of his as you purred affirmations in his ear about how good he was, and how proud you were of him, his head was completely leaned over towards you as you cuddled him. Your thumb gently rubbing soft circles on the top of his bulging forehead as you consoled him.. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
“Fuck..” You softly moaned as Franco’s needy lips latched onto your bare nipple, sucking away at the hard bud as his long tongue rolled your nipple against his wet muscle. You felt so bad for him crying after the swab.. You just wanted to make it up to him and make him feel better! And well, you were succeeding because he wasn’t sobbing anymore.. Just moaning around the fat of your tits as he milked you like a cow. His Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down every delicious drop of milk from you, your milk was better than anything he’s ever tasted. It was sweet like sweetened condensed milk.. Maybe he’d talk you into pumping some out so he could keep it in his bottle. ♡
☆ Otto & Arora Kress – “Buffalo Minotaur”
Oh they are appalled the minute they hear about this policy from gossiping scientists who keep making sexual jokes about you, what has this world become? A senseless waste of depravity?
Unlike Franco, they aren’t explicitly told about the Policy to their face. They learn about it from getting Otto’s newspaper and overhearing the scientists talk about wanting to fuck your pussy stupid over the medical bed. Otto’s interest is of course peaked and he does frequently imagine what they could have possibly put you in for everyone to be all pent up..
Also like Franco they are frequent fliers in the clinic, not because they got injuried.. But because they need more extensive care than the others to ensure they could properly do their trials.
“Oh my god.” Arora muttered the minute the security guard outside let you into the examination room, and there you stood looking like the star to a bad porno. Arora could practically hear Otto’s mind from up here! No wonder why everyone was pent up in a rut when you walked around like this in this goddamn facility! That guard probably had his way with you before you came in, they had to wait 15 minutes for you. Otto’s dark blue eyes were just eating up your voluptuous form, those perfect tits all pushed up against your uniform.. That small waist of yours that was hugged perfectly by your slutty little uniform, what didn’t help was the loud smack filling the air as the guard’s meaty hand met your plush ass. Your head snapped back at him in warning as he gave you a perverted smile back at your reaction, that slap confirmed all their suspicions.
“Where on earth did you get your license? A crackerjack box?” Arora sneered at you, she wasn’t jealous her husband was gawking.. Well maybe just a bit, but at the shameful unprofessional behavior that you were displaying. “Oh Arora my dear, give the poor girl a break.. I’m sure she is perfectly qualified to do her job, my sweet.” Otto crooned at his worried wife, taking her small hand in his and rubbing her engagement and wedding ring with his thumb. Soothing her nerves, “Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Kress.. Are you ready for your check up?” You politely asked despite Otto’s obvious eyefucking and Arora’s insults, and the inappropriate misconduct your coworker just displayed in front of them.. The Kress twins were your most tolerable patients, they weren’t like the others.. They are more refined and mannered.
The Kress twins received monthly checkups in order to ensure they were more than capable to resume and carry out trials, they have a very weak immune system and as soon as one gets sick the other one goes down. So these checkups were mandatory for their health and for the sake of the therapy, “Of course we are nurse..” Otto purred, they had less restraints than the other prime assets. They were more trustful than the others who acted like wild mutts on crack, they weren’t really known for attacking just on a whim. It took something to irritate them enough to strike, if anything they were normal. “Good, have you two experienced any new symptoms lately I should know about before we begin?” You asked as you stood in front of them, taking off your stethoscope from your neck.
“No–”
“Actually, I’ve been experiencing some pain in my knee.” Otto cut off Arora before she could respond, she looked down at her husband with an “really since WHEN?” look as he continued. “It’s been quite painful to run..” You let out a soft “hm” in reply as you approached them, putting the cold metal against Otto’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. “Is it a stabbing pain or a throbbing pain?”
“Throbbing.”
His heartbeat was elevated, even when you asked for deep breaths from him it seemed to raise his heartbeat in excitement as the cool metal dragged against his dress shirt, Arora’s was the same–But you guessed that was because their bodies reacted off of each other. You didn’t see Arora’s eye roll at Otto’s sneaky little answer as you got down on your knees to look at his knee. Otto’s eyes dilated at seeing you in front of him on your knees, so very close to his crotch that throbbed slightly. Your gentle hands pressing down on pressure points to see if that would cause any reaction to him, he gave you a weak faux reaction of hissing and grimacing when you touched around a specific part of his shin.
“Have you tripped or fell lately? You could have torn a muscle..” You hummed as your eyebrows furrowed trying to pin-point what could have caused a throbbing pain in his shin, you looked so goddamn sexy to him–So focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with him and how to help him.. Was it just him or was it getting hotter in here? Arora wasn’t snipping any snabby comments as her eyes were getting a perfect view of your cleavage, she was practically salivating at the sight of your plush tits pressed together in a cute little heart. If the twins had telepathy they’d be agreeing they adored this new policy and the view.
“Why yes.. He has, when we were chasing those horrible rodents around one of those awful vermin threw a brick at him and made us fall..” Arora answered, “Yes! Yes it was quite a nasty fall indeed..” Oh they were lying so hard to make this appointment longer than it needed to be.. And they succeeded alright by enrapturing your attention..
“Haaah! S,Shit..” You moaned into Arora’s soaking wet cunt as Otto’s thick cock hammered into your needy pussy, his meaty hands grasping lovingly at your perfect hips. Thumbs digging into the soft fat as his fingers kneaded you like dough, his fat thighs kept you spread out on his lap as his heavy balls loudly slapped against your messy pelvis. Arora’s hand was tangled in the back of your head, keeping your sloppy lips pressed against her folds. Your tongue needily lapped at her sensitive clit, getting her to drip more of her perfect serum into your mouth as Otto pounded your sappy cunt. “Oooh, don’t you stop now!” Arora moaned out as she hazily watched you ferociously suck her dripping pussy, Otto was stuck in dreamland as he forced that pretty little hole to take every drop of his potent cum. ♡
You walked out of the examination room with your lipstick smeared, lips swollen and your legs violently trembling as your coworker chuckled at your state. You couldn’t even stop his mean hands groping you as he growled into your ear, “Hope you aren’t too fucked out from them.. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
☆ Sister Liliya Bogomolova – “Angel of Leningrad”
Liliya is the only one of this list who actually really doesn’t care about the new policy. Like at all.
She isn’t as aroused or sexually frustrated like the others, and your lewd uniform doesn’t deter her or even affect her in the slightest. She doesn’t see nudity or lewd clothing as sexual, she sees them as clothing.
Despite being a “crazy religious nut” she’s the most sane out of this list when interacting with you. She just wants her appointment done and over with so she can go back to spreading God's gospel.
You could feel Sister Liliya’s cold eyes on you the moment you strutted into the examination room, heels elegantly clicking against the sterile tile as you entered the cool room. Liliya was strapped down to the gurney, the only freedom she had was her left arm that was free of her prosthetic that held her weapon.. Apparently she had gotten some glass in her prosthetic from a reagent throwing a bottle at her and it caused some light injuries that needed to be tended too.. Also you worried her stitches might’ve reopened from the glass rubbing against it for so long, “Good morning Sister Liliya.” You greeted as you put on some latex gloves, grabbing a small metal table to put all of your medical supplies on.
You grabbed an array of different tools to patch her up, a thick syringe full of saline to flush out the cuts, some alcohol pads to kill any infection, some cream antibiotics, a small roll of gauze and some scissors, and some medical tape to close up the gauze since a safety pin would disrupt her range of motion. “How's your arm?” You tried to ask but was met with pure silence, she wasn’t talkative like the other patients.. She just wanted to get back to the resort and continue her gospel. The doctor came in and got as much of the glass out of her arm before you came in to finish the job, since you weren’t specialized or authorized enough to examine her stitches.
The silence was far from comforting, it was tense and uncomfortable as you got straight to work on fixing her up. Taking the syringe and pumping down on it to release the saline to flush out the various cuts all over her nub, a paper towel wrapped firmly around her arm to catch any of the saline before it got all over the floor. Her stare remained on you as she watched you like you were a bug trapped underneath a scientist's finger, watching as you patted her arm try before using the alcohol wipes to clean around her cuts. She tensed against the gurney as the burning sensation of the alcohol poisoned her system, a soft grunt escaping her as you quickly tried to finish this step.
You examined her stitches closely, having just a small inkling the doctor didn’t really do a proper examination and thankfully her stitches were still closed. A bit red due to irritation from the alcohol wipes and the glass, but still tight and intact. No signs of any lurking infections or bacteria. You grabbed the small tube of cream antibiotics and squirted some onto the tip of your finger, applying it evenly to all the cuts ensuring the antibiotic seeped into her wounds in a protective seal.
Snip..
The scissors cut a snip of the gauze as you took some medical tape and closed up the gauze, making sure it was tightly protecting her arm before pulling back and putting the scissors back onto the cart. “All done, can I get you anything for the pain?” You were expecting some more silence but to your surprise she actually filled the void, “Yes.” she simply rasped out at you. Surprise quickly painting your face before you choked it back down, “Okay, I’ll make sure you get some ibuprofen before you are sent back.. Anything else I can assist you with?”
A loud yelp escaped you as her right arm jumped out to grab yours, panic filling your body and mind–When did she break out? HOW did she break out of her restraints–Her claws dug deep into your skin as she dragged you closer towards her, your once elegant and controlled steps becoming clumsy and uncoordinated like a baby lamb as you tripped over your own heels.. Landing on her chest, holy shit she was strong! You were terrified, eyes filled with fear as you trembled.. You didn’t know she had no intentions to hurt you, she just wanted to thank you for healing her back up so sweetly and efficiently.. How sweet you were to her, how you cared for her like you loved her.. She was sure you loved her, after that beautiful display of worship?
“a,aah! o,oh fffucck.. FUCK!” You whimpered out against the cold lace of her body suit, your panties were torn to shreds around your ankle as she devoured your sweet pussy. Her one hand kept you pinned down on her head as she encouraged you to ride her face which you blissfully did, feeling her suck lovingly on your slick folds trying to coax more of your sweet wine out of that pulsing hole. Her tongue was something unnatural, more serpentine than a thick muscle and obscenely long. Fucking every sensitive spot against your clenching walls as her plump lips closed down on your engorged clit, her head shook as she drowned herself in your nectar. Using her sharp teeth to gently nip at you as you loudly whimpered from the feeling.
She didn’t let you get up off of her till you had gushed in her mouth and was drooling all over her stomach from her not giving up and letting you escape her long tongue that kept pushing deeper and deeper into that slick hole. ♡
He crouched down, leaning on his knees as he looked up at me, a deep, all consuming stare emanated from his doe eyes. A deep pool of brown, a cloud of purity and intrigue within them. My skin broke into goosebumps as a waft of chilled air unfurled across my body. This seemed to interest him. He rose back up, a rough, calloused hand reaching towards my soft, warm stomach. He placed his index finger gently below my diaphragm, and gingerly skirted it down the central line of my abdomen. He stopped right above the belt my jeans. He brought both hands up and softly caressed my hips, rubbing his thumb in small, deliberate circles. I took my eyes off of his hands to look at his covered face.
I found his deep set eyes already looking at me. An intent gaze. He was gaging me, looking for a negative reaction. I hadn't exactly reacted negatively yet, but not necessarily positively either. The ghost of a smile crept up the side of my lips. Nothing intense, or forced, just a moment of care. After so long being drowned in the violence and anguish the fog provides, a touch of tender nature can only be enjoyed. I sighed, wanting to enjoy the moment as much as I could.
His hands slid up to my sides, moving towards my back as he pulled me closer to him. He held me tight in his stiff arms, his head resting on my chest as he leaned into me so heavily my back was forced to arch into him. Unable to comfort him with my hands I simply rest my head upon his, nuzzling my cheek in his thick, unruly, curled hair. He smelt deeply of aged leather and sweat. A mix of bourbon was noticeable beneath the over whelming hints of metal and blood. I exhaled his scent to inhale it again, deeper. He made small sounds, nearly whimpers. Senseless blabbering i didn't have the knowledge to yet decipher. Hu rubbed his face against my chest, taking deep, full breaths. I let him continue, my chin resting on the top of his head.
After a few minutes of a much needed embrace, he backed away, his hands still placed on my hips. He looked down at my belt, and back at me, and my belt, and then me. I grinned.
"If that's what you want."
He nodded frantically and wrapped his thick fingers around my belt, undoing the loop and clasp, and pulling it from my pants. He stopped abruptly as we both heard stumbling footsteps descending the staircase. I felt a deep thrumming in my chest as paranoia over took my body, I slightly thrashed, Bubba held me still. I looked at the staircase and saw as The Hillbilly entered the basement. He looked at the both of us deeply confused. he limply sauntered towards us, Bubba meeting him halfway. Max groaned at Bubba, gesturing towards me and the hook. Bubba made calming gestures to him and beckoned him to follow towards me. They both stood in front of me, Max a bit above my eye level, and Bubba just below. Max seemed to be just as astonished at the view of my bare torso. His chainsaw and mallet dropping from his hands with a clatter. He brought his hands up to my face, brushing the hair from in front of my eyes. He stared long and hard at my features. He glided his knuckles over my face. I could feel the waves of scarring that covered his body. His face not only deformed, but clearly scarred by a heat injury of some kind. I leaned my face into his touch and he jolted backwards at the touch like scared cat. I giggled at his reaction.
"It's okay, I don't bite." I smiled sweetly.
The both of them hesitantly got closer. Their hands roaming across the dips and curves of my body in tandem. Max's hands left a faint trail of rusty blood across my chest. Bubba turned his attention back down towards my belt and continued pulling it from my pants. He through it to the cement-floor with a rattle. Max's face flushed, and he sunk into himself a bit. Bubba also seemed fairly hesitant. His hands wrapped around the clasp of my jeans. They both looked up at me, their gaze a question of continuation. I nodded permissively. Bubba proceeded to undo my fly and pull my jeans from my body. Once they got stuck on my boots, Max simply tore them off. I was left in my boots and underwear. Max wrapped his hands around the hem of the thin fabric and began to tear them apart, effortlessly. I blushed deeply, hiding my face into the crook of my arm. Bubba whine and jerked my head to face him. Max teetered his head to the side and leered at my fully nude form. My knees pressed together, and my shoulders folded in as much as possible. He groaned and brought a hand between my legs and spread them with a huff. Bubba gasped and squealed. Max got down onto his knees, his hands keeping my legs separated. He looked up at my bare body, exposed and waiting. He looked down towards the thick mess of curls furling out towards my thighs and tilted his head to the side. He brought a hand up towards hit and swept his fingers through it. His hand traveled a bit lower towards my folds that had become wet with the excitement of tenderness. He pulled his fingers back to reveal thick strings of clear arousal. He held them up to Bubba before he stuck them in his mouth to taste it. He raised his eyebrows and hummed in approval. He brought has face closer to the apex of my thighs, sniffing and rooting about curiously. He buried his face into my bush, inhaling deeply. His expression becoming one of pleasure, his eyebrows cinched upwards. He stuck out his tongue and began lapping up the mess I had made. I jolted at the sudden pleasure and gasped. Bubba quickly clasped a hand over my mouth. He glared sternly, making a rude shushing motion with his finger, then pointed up. Two sets of footsteps began padding gently on the ceiling of the basement. Max suddenly sucked roughly , causing my back to arch as I howled. The two upstairs abruptly stopped before dashing out of the barn.
"Cowards."
Max giggled, thoroughly amused. His lapping was sloppy, unexperienced, but still surprisingly nice. The saliva splatted onto the floor in think globs dripping from my inner thighs, I could feel the chill against the wet of my legs. Bubba stood directly behind Max, observing. He craned his head over to get a better look-But max slapped his shoulder and pushed him away.
"Augh-!" Bubba shoved him back, pushing him against me. Max clung to my waist tightly and growled. He stood up, slowly, he turned to Bubba. He sauntered a few steps towards him. Bubba stood tall, but not as tall as Max. Bubba looked up at him, glaring with a flame of jealousy. I watched the both of them. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes and a few vague gestures and sounds. They stared each other down before seemingly coming to an agreement. Bubba looked over at me blankly, then back at Max, a sly, shy grin spread over his lips. The two approached me.
Hello everyone! We're back with updates, and we hope you're all doing well!
For a quick start on this update, we have been doing some backend management cleanup to improve workflow moving forward. As we progress, we are finding we need more hands on certain areas of the game, which brings the exciting part of this update!
We are looking to bring new volunteer team members soon! There is no exact date yet as we are still doing some cleanup and management restructuring; however, please look forward to applications very soon. For transparency's sake, please know that this is a volunteer project, meaning we don’t profit a penny while working on this game. However, we do still expect proper communication and passion to help bring this game into the light faster.
Moving on to a few changes to the main game itself!
We are close to finishing up Sans's route as Sans BGs are now completed!
What's left?
• Rest of the audio for Sans' date, including music.
• Some updated graphics for his dates and additional UI.
• Coding for missing audio & graphics along with his choices.
We're also moving along with the editing for the game!
Stretch date 1 is completed and is in process for coding and scripting!
And Boss coding has moved along enough to be next for completion!
That's all we have for now! We look forward to the August update next month, as we will share a bit of how the game looks! Stay tuned~
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He crouched down, leaning on his knees as he looked up at me, a deep, all consuming stare emanated from his doe eyes. A deep pool of brown, a cloud of purity and intrigue within them. My skin broke into goosebumps as a waft of chilled air unfurled across my body. This seemed to interest him. He rose back up, a rough, calloused hand reaching towards my soft, warm stomach. He placed his index finger gently below my diaphragm, and gingerly skirted it down the central line of my abdomen. He stopped right above the belt my jeans. He brought both hands up and softly caressed my hips, rubbing his thumb in small, deliberate circles. I took my eyes off of his hands to look at his covered face.
I found his deep set eyes already looking at me. An intent gaze. He was gaging me, looking for a negative reaction. I hadn't exactly reacted negatively yet, but not necessarily positively either. The ghost of a smile crept up the side of my lips. Nothing intense, or forced, just a moment of care. After so long being drowned in the violence and anguish the fog provides, a touch of tender nature can only be enjoyed. I sighed, wanting to enjoy the moment as much as I could.
His hands slid up to my sides, moving towards my back as he pulled me closer to him. He held me tight in his stiff arms, his head resting on my chest as he leaned into me so heavily my back was forced to arch into him. Unable to comfort him with my hands I simply rest my head upon his, nuzzling my cheek in his thick, unruly, curled hair. He smelt deeply of aged leather and sweat. A mix of bourbon was noticeable beneath the over whelming hints of metal and blood. I exhaled his scent to inhale it again, deeper. He made small sounds, nearly whimpers. Senseless blabbering i didn't have the knowledge to yet decipher. Hu rubbed his face against my chest, taking deep, full breaths. I let him continue, my chin resting on the top of his head.
After a few minutes of a much needed embrace, he backed away, his hands still placed on my hips. He looked down at my belt, and back at me, and my belt, and then me. I grinned.
"If that's what you want."
He nodded frantically and wrapped his thick fingers around my belt, undoing the loop and clasp, and pulling it from my pants. He stopped abruptly as we both heard stumbling footsteps descending the staircase. I felt a deep thrumming in my chest as paranoia over took my body, I slightly thrashed, Bubba held me still. I looked at the staircase and saw as The Hillbilly entered the basement. He looked at the both of us deeply confused. he limply sauntered towards us, Bubba meeting him halfway. Max groaned at Bubba, gesturing towards me and the hook. Bubba made calming gestures to him and beckoned him to follow towards me. They both stood in front of me, Max a bit above my eye level, and Bubba just below. Max seemed to be just as astonished at the view of my bare torso. His chainsaw and mallet dropping from his hands with a clatter. He brought his hands up to my face, brushing the hair from in front of my eyes. He stared long and hard at my features. He glided his knuckles over my face. I could feel the waves of scarring that covered his body. His face not only deformed, but clearly scarred by a heat injury of some kind. I leaned my face into his touch and he jolted backwards at the touch like scared cat. I giggled at his reaction.
"It's okay, I don't bite." I smiled sweetly.
The both of them hesitantly got closer. Their hands roaming across the dips and curves of my body in tandem. Max's hands left a faint trail of rusty blood across my chest. Bubba turned his attention back down towards my belt and continued pulling it from my pants. He through it to the cement-floor with a rattle. Max's face flushed, and he sunk into himself a bit. Bubba also seemed fairly hesitant. His hands wrapped around the clasp of my jeans. They both looked up at me, their gaze a question of continuation. I nodded permissively. Bubba proceeded to undo my fly and pull my jeans from my body. Once they got stuck on my boots, Max simply tore them off. I was left in my boots and underwear. Max wrapped his hands around the hem of the thin fabric and began to tear them apart, effortlessly. I blushed deeply, hiding my face into the crook of my arm. Bubba whine and jerked my head to face him. Max teetered his head to the side and leered at my fully nude form. My knees pressed together, and my shoulders folded in as much as possible. He groaned and brought a hand between my legs and spread them with a huff. Bubba gasped and squealed. Max got down onto his knees, his hands keeping my legs separated. He looked up at my bare body, exposed and waiting. He looked down towards the thick mess of curls furling out towards my thighs and tilted his head to the side. He brought a hand up towards hit and swept his fingers through it. His hand traveled a bit lower towards my folds that had become wet with the excitement of tenderness. He pulled his fingers back to reveal thick strings of clear arousal. He held them up to Bubba before he stuck them in his mouth to taste it. He raised his eyebrows and hummed in approval. He brought has face closer to the apex of my thighs, sniffing and rooting about curiously. He buried his face into my bush, inhaling deeply. His expression becoming one of pleasure, his eyebrows cinched upwards. He stuck out his tongue and began lapping up the mess I had made. I jolted at the sudden pleasure and gasped. Bubba quickly clasped a hand over my mouth. He glared sternly, making a rude shushing motion with his finger, then pointed up. Two sets of footsteps began padding gently on the ceiling of the basement. Max suddenly sucked roughly , causing my back to arch as I howled. The two upstairs abruptly stopped before dashing out of the barn.
"Cowards."
Max giggled, thoroughly amused. His lapping was sloppy, unexperienced, but still surprisingly nice. The saliva splatted onto the floor in think globs dripping from my inner thighs, I could feel the chill against the wet of my legs. Bubba stood directly behind Max, observing. He craned his head over to get a better look-But max slapped his shoulder and pushed him away.
"Augh-!" Bubba shoved him back, pushing him against me. Max clung to my waist tightly and growled. He stood up, slowly, he turned to Bubba. He sauntered a few steps towards him. Bubba stood tall, but not as tall as Max. Bubba looked up at him, glaring with a flame of jealousy. I watched the both of them. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes and a few vague gestures and sounds. They stared each other down before seemingly coming to an agreement. Bubba looked over at me blankly, then back at Max, a sly, shy grin spread over his lips. The two approached me.
My chest heaved as I glided through the corn of the Cold-wind farm. My feet slamming into the moist dirt, flicking up bits of mud and dirt, my boots leaving deep tracks in my wake. I rounded the corner and slowed, silently jumping through a window and hiding in the corner by a bale of hay. I needed to find basement as fast as I could, I didn't have the time to grab my toolbox before being whisked about by the entity. I heard the roar of the Hillbilly as he came roaring past the outer wall, his chainsaw rattling as he relentlessly chased after Dwight. I made my way towards the central generator, making sure to keep an eye out for the second killer, I had yet to find out who it was. More than likely one of the many stalkers. I made sure to look behind me frequently. As I approached the generator, I heard the creak and moans of aged, dilapidated wood and the quiet ghostly whispers of souls long, long past. I stood and saw the basement on the other side!
I silently trotted towards the dark stairwell and began my descent into the misplaced piece of the world. Light from nowhere shone through the cracks and holes of the wood. Several spiders elegantly pattered about, minding their own business. I entered the center of the basement, and the chest was straight in front of me. I ran over to it and kneeled down, grabbing my lockpick from my satchel, I began rummaging in the key hole before i heard three distinct clicks. I opened the chest to see a toolbox, exactly what I needed. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and went to stand.
An overwhelming sense of dread overtook me. I felt the disturbance in the air as two heavy feet approached me slowly, deliberately. A soft murmur of breathe shielded by a thick mask, and a musk of meat. Fresh meat, and metal, old, rusted metal. I knew there wasn't any guaranteed way out of this.
I began to move, toolbox in hand. He revved his chainsaw and squealed, swiping at my wildly, each maneuver through the air getting closer to me. And right before I could reach the steps, I heard a loud, long rip as I was tossed to the ground. I felt cold, still air hit my bare back, along with an unimportant wound, small yet stinging. The Cannibal squealed and groaned swinging his chainsaw through the air violently before trying to pull the fabric from the chain before deciding it useless and slumping down against the four sided hook. I lulled his head to the side and saw me curled in on myself in the dark corner of the basement. He looked at me with a jolt, seeming to have forgot i was present. He looked at me for a moment and then at his mallet he wielded in his second hand. He rose from the ground, dust falling from him as he left the ground. His visage large and broad, blocking much light as he approached me. A scurried myself further into the corner, holding my hands above my head in a pleading stop motion.
"Please!"
He stopped, stillness overcoming him as he stared at me. I looked up at him astonished by his lack of an attack. I followed his eyes to my bare chest, open to the cold elements. My breasts sat upon my rising chest, my stiffening when exposed to the cool lifeless air. I saw his expression in his eyes. He was in a state of awe. His pupils deeply dilated and his mouth ever so slightly agape. He tongue poked out from his teeth to lip his lips subtly. I moved my hands to cover myself, this snapped him out of his trance, his eyes darting around the room before he dropped his mallet to the floor with a hard thud. He took a few steps closer and crouched in front of me. One of his weathered, tanned hands wrapped around my wrist gently, pulling it apart from chest. He repeated this soft process with my other. I attempted to pull my arms back but he anchored them within his grasp, grunting at me. He looked over my body inquisitively, as if he were studying, memorizing each and every detail. His eyes tracing the curves of my bust and waist, he huffed softly. He rose again, looking down at me me from much farther up. I swallowed my fear, my heart thrumming in my chest and sweat running down my back. I had no inclination of what I could possibly expect next. I awaited the worst. His hands abruptly went to his belt, frantically unbuckling it and whipping it out of the loops. i flinched at the motion. He drew the belt through his hands and wrapped it around my wrists and my palms. Once he had thoroughly looped the aged leather over my hands, he pulled the remaining length and brought it taut. The leather subtly dug into my skin. He grabbed the bridge between the make-shift cuffs and puled me upwards. He grabbed hold of me by the shoulders and brought me up towards a hook, I thrashed and refused, my hands up in the air. But there was no pain, only straining as my wrists held the weight of my body. I hung limply from the hook, my feet dangling. He stood in front of me, visually devouring my form in silence. Not a single whisper passed his roughed lips.
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My chest heaved as I glided through the corn of the Cold-wind farm. My feet slamming into the moist dirt, flicking up bits of mud and dirt, my boots leaving deep tracks in my wake. I rounded the corner and slowed, silently jumping through a window and hiding in the corner by a bale of hay. I needed to find basement as fast as I could, I didn't have the time to grab my toolbox before being whisked about by the entity. I heard the roar of the Hillbilly as he came roaring past the outer wall, his chainsaw rattling as he relentlessly chased after Dwight. I made my way towards the central generator, making sure to keep an eye out for the second killer, I had yet to find out who it was. More than likely one of the many stalkers. I made sure to look behind me frequently. As I approached the generator, I heard the creak and moans of aged, dilapidated wood and the quiet ghostly whispers of souls long, long past. I stood and saw the basement on the other side!
I silently trotted towards the dark stairwell and began my descent into the misplaced piece of the world. Light from nowhere shone through the cracks and holes of the wood. Several spiders elegantly pattered about, minding their own business. I entered the center of the basement, and the chest was straight in front of me. I ran over to it and kneeled down, grabbing my lockpick from my satchel, I began rummaging in the key hole before i heard three distinct clicks. I opened the chest to see a toolbox, exactly what I needed. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and went to stand.
An overwhelming sense of dread overtook me. I felt the disturbance in the air as two heavy feet approached me slowly, deliberately. A soft murmur of breathe shielded by a thick mask, and a musk of meat. Fresh meat, and metal, old, rusted metal. I knew there wasn't any guaranteed way out of this.
I began to move, toolbox in hand. He revved his chainsaw and squealed, swiping at my wildly, each maneuver through the air getting closer to me. And right before I could reach the steps, I heard a loud, long rip as I was tossed to the ground. I felt cold, still air hit my bare back, along with an unimportant wound, small yet stinging. The Cannibal squealed and groaned swinging his chainsaw through the air violently before trying to pull the fabric from the chain before deciding it useless and slumping down against the four sided hook. I lulled his head to the side and saw me curled in on myself in the dark corner of the basement. He looked at me with a jolt, seeming to have forgot i was present. He looked at me for a moment and then at his mallet he wielded in his second hand. He rose from the ground, dust falling from him as he left the ground. His visage large and broad, blocking much light as he approached me. A scurried myself further into the corner, holding my hands above my head in a pleading stop motion.
"Please!"
He stopped, stillness overcoming him as he stared at me. I looked up at him astonished by his lack of an attack. I followed his eyes to my bare chest, open to the cold elements. My breasts sat upon my rising chest, my stiffening when exposed to the cool lifeless air. I saw his expression in his eyes. He was in a state of awe. His pupils deeply dilated and his mouth ever so slightly agape. He tongue poked out from his teeth to lip his lips subtly. I moved my hands to cover myself, this snapped him out of his trance, his eyes darting around the room before he dropped his mallet to the floor with a hard thud. He took a few steps closer and crouched in front of me. One of his weathered, tanned hands wrapped around my wrist gently, pulling it apart from chest. He repeated this soft process with my other. I attempted to pull my arms back but he anchored them within his grasp, grunting at me. He looked over my body inquisitively, as if he were studying, memorizing each and every detail. His eyes tracing the curves of my bust and waist, he huffed softly. He rose again, looking down at me me from much farther up. I swallowed my fear, my heart thrumming in my chest and sweat running down my back. I had no inclination of what I could possibly expect next. I awaited the worst. His hands abruptly went to his belt, frantically unbuckling it and whipping it out of the loops. i flinched at the motion. He drew the belt through his hands and wrapped it around my wrists and my palms. Once he had thoroughly looped the aged leather over my hands, he pulled the remaining length and brought it taut. The leather subtly dug into my skin. He grabbed the bridge between the make-shift cuffs and puled me upwards. He grabbed hold of me by the shoulders and brought me up towards a hook, I thrashed and refused, my hands up in the air. But there was no pain, only straining as my wrists held the weight of my body. I hung limply from the hook, my feet dangling. He stood in front of me, visually devouring my form in silence. Not a single whisper passed his roughed lips.
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