Tread softly, or be fucked roughly

David gives the staring Annie an incredulous look, but dismisses what he thought he heard as the cognitive bias of a horny pervert who'd spent the day repeatedly stumbling onto some very depraved scenes.

Speaking of which, he takes note of the distant screams, and the complete lack of a reaction from the former staff and students, too lost in whatever unatural fervour drive them to bite and fuck anything that moves, and after a moment, hunches down to unlace and pull off a trainer, leaning against the wall as he hops back over to the corner, peering over for the widest empty space between the slurping, moaning madwomen.

"...w-what the hell are you doing?"

He ignores Annie's condescending tone as he takes a few deep breaths, swings his arm back and forth a few times before finally working up the courage to sling his arm back and toss his trainer underarm like he's throwing a bowling bowl.

It seems to hang in the air for a moment, David hating himself for being so stupid in that agonising silence, before it hits the floor with a hollow clap...

...and he nearly screams at the little hand gripping a fistful of his shirt. He recoils and spins, only to find Annie, holding the only person close enough to provide some comfort, or perhaps just a meat shield. Looking back, his body untenses at the sight of the blood orgy continuing undisturbed. David lets free a deep breath, and bends to pull off his last shoe.

"Come on, while they're distracted..." David urges Annie through hushed tones, who quickly nods and follows suit, yanking off sneakers and prancing after him in little red ankle socks.

David daren't breath as they made their weaving way through the entwined bodies, but the wet, breathless exclamations draw his gaze regardless of his terror. This close, he could see plain as day the details of the carnal carnage.

Ainsley was entirely **** and somehow managed to end up laid on top of a broken door, his shirt pulled open and pants torn in half by the fly, exposing a boney, pale body, his throat and erect cock soaked in a glistening red, with what looks like dry cum on his navel. The back of his balding scalp rests in a small puddle of blood.

The twin was barely clinging to consciousness as the receptionist was panting like a wild animal on top of him, her ass and thighs smacking against his waist as her wet lips smacked against his own, forcing her tongue into his open, unresisting mouth, nearly as bloody as her's as this point.

The lovemaking amongst the women was much more sensual, at least by comparison. It was definitely the bimbo, lain on top of the rags of what once was her uniform, and sharing a passionate kiss with a naked nurse Sharjan, the two's moans muffled by the other's mouth. It could be mistaken as a true lover's kiss, had trickles of blood not been escaping her bottom lip and running down her chin.

He recognised the student beside her suckling on the girl's possibly fake breast as Bryony, but barely. The sweet, plump introvert was growling and giggling against the girl's flesh, a wild look beneath long, loose hair covering her face, her incredible chest exposed by her open shirt, jiggling as she humped the hand wedged between her juicy thighs, her other groping her victim's spare breast, already marked with her bite.

And while he couldn't see her face as it was between the girl's legs, pressed against what must be a truly drenched cunt, he'd recognised the thick, shapely figure and black lace stockings of Miss Baines anywhere. Her prestigious ass was bare as it waggled to and fro, her panties gone, a garterbelt just above. In a moment of lucidity, David imagined putting his hands on that incredible ass, and slipping his cock between the cum-soaked crevice of her thighs. The thought of giving himself to all of these beautiful women lingered as he took in the bodies he could have never hoped to see before today. It would probably hurt when they inevitably bit him, but their victims certainly didnt seem to mind.

His wandering mind was snapped back to reality by the shrill screech of Annie, who did in fact mind the feral Ainsley grabbing her by her leg and biting into her ankle.