Cassandra Waits

Cassandra lay still on the torn remnants of her dress just basking in the pleasure she had only begun to experience.

Her thoughts were torn in a debate. As an ornithologist she had studied plenty of birds which deliberately played ‘wounded bird' to distract predators and lead them away from their nests. Sandpipers for instance.

But was she really playing wounded bird, when she was a lure for a predator? Wasn't she more akin to the sweet scent of a venus flytrap or pitcher plant?

The thoughts were quickly shoved out of the way as she heard the heavy breathing and panicked steps.

She closed her eyes and lay still, sprawled out tits up by the open car door just looking to draw their panicked attention.

Hoping they would pass near.

She wondered if Irene would fair better, James leading her off to lay across the road way around the corner to the ramp.

Cassandra felt her body warm at the thought of James, his last words still causing Cassandra's corrupted heart to flutter. “I'll be back for your soul later.” He might not be Cassandra hoped, her twisted mind thinking about getting someone else to liberate her soul. She hungered for the Idol's eternal promise.

Suddenly the clattering feet all stopped.

Charles gestured out for everyone to stop as he noticed the car with a door hanging open. Looking back there was no sign of a pursuer.

“My car is further that way.” Sid complained with concern starting to continue forward.

“Just stop. Look!” Charles shouted in a hushed voice pointing to the ajar door. “There could be a trap.”

“God damn..” Sid remarked pausing as he was about to pass behind the car.

Rushing up behind Sid, Charles saw what had caused the man to stop.

"What happened to her..." Charles asked looking around with elevated concern that one of those creature may actually be lurking nearby.

The two girls gasped before turning away, just as much out of the pit in their stomachs as the tug of their corruption to leer and perhaps more thoroughly consider what they could do to her.

“Well my cars this way. Come on honey.” Sid remarked, done gawking as he found himself desiring out of here sooner so as he might put his unforgiving erection to rest in his wife.

“We can't just leave her here.” His wife responded gesturing to the younger woman laid out on display.

“We don't even know if she's alive. We need to get out of here, see the police, get the military in here.” Sid responded grabbing Gabrielle's wrist and trying to lead her away only to have it whip free of his hand.

“She's right.” Charles added as the third guy started following Sid.

“I think she's holding her car keys.” Leah remarked causing Sid to pause. They were only half way to his car.

“Excuse me, I don't know your name, do you mind giving her some modesty and… Well check for a pulse.” Charles awkwardly asked Leah, swallowing deeply looking around trying to resist the urge to stare at the woman on the ground disturbing thoughts of jerking off on her or feeling her up crossing his mind.

“It’s a… Leah… and… sure?” Leah replied hesitantly creeping away from the perceived safer of the group lowering down carefully in her dress and gazing about before reaching out to the girls wrist.

It felt warm, and comforting. Awkwardly fumbling around Leah came to terms with the fact she had never been good at finding a pulse on a wrist. Looking to her audience and shrugging Leah leaned in, over Cassandra and carefully laid her head down to listen for a heart beat, the warm breast perfectly balanced in firmness and squeeze. Discreetly Leah squeezed a breast, jealous hers weren't so perfect as she pulled away from the temptation to just nuzzle in between the tits.

“Hhhelllpp…” Cassandra moaned weakly, impressing herself with her deceptive acting, unaware of how her corruption had enhanced her ability to deceive.

‘Oh my god… are you alright?” A panicked Leah quickly asked, feeling pangs of guilt and concern the girl knew she had been groped.

“Uhh…” Cassandra groaned, barely hearing the questioning and platitudes being made towards her as she was handed a jacked to cover herself.

“Some sort of inverted centaur ambushed me and my husband.” Cassandra groaned, playing weak and hurt while thinking about how wonderful it was being fucked by both and channeling her now gone husbands entire essence onto the Idol as she absorbed his corruption.

“Where is he?” The guy who offered her a jacket asked as Cassandra draped it across her back and resisted her instincts to spread her legs and flaunt her body.

Pointing to a crumpled husk just under the edge of the next car the group fell silent.

“Can you get up?” Charles asked Cassandra gazing around.

“I think so…”

“Leah, please help her in. May I have your keys?” Charles asked, feeling an odd rush as Cassandra's hand made contact with his.

“What about the plan?” Sid began to whine.

“Get in, we'll drive you to your car and go from there.” Charles brashly replied, feeling an urgent need not to be caught wandering the garage on foot considering what happened to Cassandra and her husband.

Wrecklessly backing up and speeding off in the directions Sid was pointing Charles was mindful to watch for other possible survivors. They now had space to save more.