A third women pokes at his injured leg, enjoying the pain that runs through him. He mouths the word ‘stop’ but cannot speak with the women on his face. The pain stops his orgasm long enough for the women on his hips to finish.
“Isn’t it my turn yet?”, the women on his face asks.
“I want some cum in me, give me a minute”, she says, still keeping her fast pace. She rocks back and forth on him until not even the pain from the dirty fingers digging into his raw flesh can hold him back. “There he goes…”, she sighs “I want to be a mommy”, she smiles, getting off of him. Between the fear, pain, and exhaustion, he keeps his eyes closed, working on the women on top of his face and listening to the voices around him.
“Think he can go for a third round?”
“Looks like Slicer is just as happy beating him as fucking him”
“Maybe somebody should suck his dick”
“Ew! I ain’t doing it”
“Get the Bitch to do it. That is what bitches are for!”
A mouth falls onto his own member, working it for a long while before it can get erect once again. The women on his face shudders her orgasm and leaves.
“Next time I better get some cock”, she gripes before going to a corner. And then another women came unto his hips, and onto on his mouth. He is not left alone until each women was pleasured, though after this point his member failed all attempt of resurrection. He could do nothing but cry and call out vainly for his dad. His hand holds his abused and sore crotch. Bruises flare across his hips and in a few odd places where he was hit. Deep cuts interrupt the soft flesh often. Slicer lives her to her name.
Jake wants to leave. He wants nothing more than to limp back to the grungy city of Megaton, to safety, and sleep. Thoughts of finding his dad and returning to the vault are forgotten. At this moment, he might feel it is impossible, or maybe just not imminent. Either way, he wants gone. But the big double doors, leading to the night sky and sick laughter. It is Slicer’s laugh, he learns her sounds quickly. The same laugh she made ramming a stick into his hurt leg. Gun shots sounds out, louder than anything he’s ever heard in the vault. Slicer woops and guttural, deathly sounds join hers. Jake whimpers and curls deeper into himself.
The movement causes pain to echo out from seemingly all his muscles. It brings him back slightly, reminding him that his body still does exist, and he is in fact firmly rooted in it. Though, for the first time since leaving the vault, he doesn’t want to see his dad. He doesn’t want his dad to see him, lying there naked, bleeding, and crying softly with only the threat of another beating keeping him in check.
Stray Sheep (5/5)
“Isn’t it my turn yet?”, the women on his face asks.
“I want some cum in me, give me a minute”, she says, still keeping her fast pace. She rocks back and forth on him until not even the pain from the dirty fingers digging into his raw flesh can hold him back. “There he goes…”, she sighs “I want to be a mommy”, she smiles, getting off of him. Between the fear, pain, and exhaustion, he keeps his eyes closed, working on the women on top of his face and listening to the voices around him.
“Think he can go for a third round?”
“Looks like Slicer is just as happy beating him as fucking him”
“Maybe somebody should suck his dick”
“Ew! I ain’t doing it”
“Get the Bitch to do it. That is what bitches are for!”
A mouth falls onto his own member, working it for a long while before it can get erect once again. The women on his face shudders her orgasm and leaves.
“Next time I better get some cock”, she gripes before going to a corner. And then another women came unto his hips, and onto on his mouth. He is not left alone until each women was pleasured, though after this point his member failed all attempt of resurrection. He could do nothing but cry and call out vainly for his dad. His hand holds his abused and sore crotch. Bruises flare across his hips and in a few odd places where he was hit. Deep cuts interrupt the soft flesh often. Slicer lives her to her name.
Jake wants to leave. He wants nothing more than to limp back to the grungy city of Megaton, to safety, and sleep. Thoughts of finding his dad and returning to the vault are forgotten. At this moment, he might feel it is impossible, or maybe just not imminent. Either way, he wants gone. But the big double doors, leading to the night sky and sick laughter. It is Slicer’s laugh, he learns her sounds quickly. The same laugh she made ramming a stick into his hurt leg. Gun shots sounds out, louder than anything he’s ever heard in the vault. Slicer woops and guttural, deathly sounds join hers. Jake whimpers and curls deeper into himself.
The movement causes pain to echo out from seemingly all his muscles. It brings him back slightly, reminding him that his body still does exist, and he is in fact firmly rooted in it. Though, for the first time since leaving the vault, he doesn’t want to see his dad. He doesn’t want his dad to see him, lying there naked, bleeding, and crying softly with only the threat of another beating keeping him in check.
It’ll get better, once his dad finds him.