Try Something Else. ( Arc)

“Let’s get one thing straight right now, yes they both fucked you while you were asleep, it happened, accept it and move on because we have bigger fish to fry now.”

The words kept repeating themselves through your head, like an echo. Part of you can't believe that other humans, especially Regina, another woman, would be so callous as to keep you **** so you could be used as a limp fuckdoll for two smirking dickwads, but things being what they are, you have to admit the arrangement makes a brutal, heartless kind of sense.

That does not mean you have to like it, or accept it, or move on. The more you think about those words, the more the anger and hate in your gut grows. Do you need them? Yes, for now. But you won't forgive, or forget.

In a way their indecision was funny. They’d used your **** **** body as a Real Doll with an inconvenient pulse for a whole month, and now they wanted you to make the decision. Well, fine.

“The most direct path is the best,” you state firmly. “We should go to the closest bridge.”

“Oh yeah, Why’s that?” sneers Walter, you try to ignore the way his eyes are focused on your tits rather than on your face as you patiently explain your reasoning.

“So we don’t have to worry about running into anyone else. We already know that there are armed men traveling in groups to the east, Walter, and we know they are unfriendly” here, you gesture off to the west. “And I don’t see any reason to expect differently to the West. The Bridge may be out, but maybe we can cross the gap some way, or perhaps there’s enough debre in the river to cross somewhere else, or maybe we’ll find a boat. Or maybe we’ll just be able to scavenge in an area where there aren’t any people, come back here, and think of something else.”

“Sounds like a waste of time,” says Regina. “And with the rate that belly of yours is growing, time isn’t a thing we should waste.”

“If it’s a question of saving time, we should shoot ourselves now,” you say bitterly. “None of us are surviving this.”

Walters face flushes a dark reddish hue as Regina nods slowly “She’s right; we go to the bridge”

“Good thinking, girl” Conrad murmured shooting you an approving smile, you feel a wave of heat race through you. This man fucked my **** body. Without a thought, you remind yourself as you make him return the smile.

You don’t see the hate filled glare Walter directs at your back as the four of you start walking. But you feel it. It’s nothing compared to the loathing you feel. But hey, as long as Walter cares more about staring at your tits then wondering what’s going on in your head, let him glare. Lets see…

The quiet streets were eerie as ever. Sure enough, it looked as though this area didn’t see much traffic. A broken vending machine was lying propped against a building, most of it’s snacks still intact. You don’t even need to suggest stopping for lunch as the guys tear into the food with gusto, smacking their jaws like animals, a sound that fills you with disgust.

You smile at them lightly and bat your eyes as you settle your gravid body onto an overturned trashcan to rest. Regina looks from them to you, but says nothing.

“….Regina, I have to tell you,” you say. “I have the worst craving right now.”

“What for?” She sounds alarmed.

“Chocolate,” you say. “I’d kill for a chocolate bar. With Carmel. And nuts. And sea salt. Like the kind sporting goods storse used to sell in it’s check-out aisle. Oh man. That sounds so good.”

She barks at you bitterly, “Well, we don’t have one, so shut your mouth.”

“There’s a sporting goods store right up that street. I can see the sign from here.”

“We aren’t making a detour just to get you some chocolate.” Walter says with a snarl around the mouth full of Oreo cookies he was barely chewing.

“Go back to staring at my tits, Walter, the humans are talking,” you say.

He's so stunned for a moment he doesn't know how to react. Then rage spreads over his ugly face like poison.

“Why, you bitch,” he approaches in a fury, Oreo crumbs spraying from his mouth, “I’ll do more then stare I’ll cut those nasty milk-sacks right off of your—“

“Not now Walter,” Regina tries to say but he grabs you by the hair anyway.

“Yes now! This fucking cocksleeve needs to be taught a lesson!”

“Look, Simpson, I’m sor-“

But he’s **** you down to your knees and is pulling down the front of his jeans, pulling out his cock.

“You might forget my name, you smart-mouthed slut” he hissed. “But I bet you haven’t forgotten my cock. I bet it haunts your dreams. I’ve cum in you so many times your fucking cunt is shaped like my dick.”

“I bet you…did,” you gasp. “Limp is…the only way you like a woman.”

“Shut up you dumb whore,” he said, shoving his dick in your face. You try to pull away but he pinches your nose, forcing you to open your mouth to breathe.

“Great,” Regina rolls her eyes. “Make it quick will you? We need to get moving.”

Simon, or Walter or whatever his name is, shoves his cock into your mouth so far you can feel yourself **** on it. You were never one of those girls with finely honed blow-job skills, and had a tendency to gag or vomit in the attempt, but now you took his whole length down your throat on almost your first try. You suck him off like you’ve never sucked anything before. You suck like your life depends on it, and when you hear him groan, you pull off his cock with a wet SPLURCH and begin pumping with one hand, while you tickle his balls with the other.

“You massive fucking whore bitch,” he says with glee. “You love this shit!”

“Yes, keep talking,” you say, pumping his cock harder, your breathing hard as you stare up right into his sweaty face, his watery red eyes. “Keep talking like that. Yes!”

You open the front of your sundress and pull out your new, pregnancy-enlarged tits. You pull yourself up and press his cock between them, sucking off the head as you pump his cock.

“Dirty whore,” he growled, “You worthless sodden cum sock. You’re a flashlight with a pulse, born to be a breeding bitch, a slutty filthy little cunt on legs.”

“I’m a flashlight,” you repeat between heavy breaths and slurping sounds as you milk the head of his dick, your boobs moving up and down. “I’m a breeding bitch. I’m a whore,”

“Yes!” He said. “You love it, you whore! You live for the cock.”

“I live for it!” You say. You can feel his dick pulsing between your sensitive tits. Not long now. You look up, deep into his watery eyes.

“Please, tell me what you did to me. Tell me all the things you did while I was asleep.”

“I would fuck you in the ass, straight up, no lube. I left my baby batter all over your sweet whore insides. I would fuck your cunt, whenever I wanted. You were an object, a plaything, I smacked and pinched your tits and-”

You think about waking up, in a dark room, naked. Their faces. You recall the sight in vivid detail as you give his cock the biggest deepthroating it’s ever had. Your head bounces up and down it’s whole length. Behind him, you can see the Other Guy, Conrad, watching you with a wide grin on his face and a raging hard on, and some distance behind him, Regina with her arms crossed impatiently.

“I would shove my balls in your cunt, and breed you like the bitch you are. Fucking whore bitch…oh god… yessss!”

He seizes your head and pulls it in until your nose is buried in his pubes.. His cock throbs at the brink, and you close your eyes, relax your jaw, take a deep breath….

...and bite.

You bite down hard.

And then you lunge up into his arms, wrapping him in an embrace, kissing him with the most passionate kiss you’ve ever given in your life.

And when you pull away, his own cock is hanging, limply, from between his lips. It’s still swollen and twitching. Between his legs, the blood flows like a torrent, dying his jeans red, pooling between his feet. He spits out the cock, which lands with a splat in front of Conrad.

Conrad gives a heavy moan. A stain spreads between his legs. He’s either just cum or wet himself. You don’t care to find out which.

Simon, or Walter or whatever his name was, stares at you with a bloody face contorted with rage as the blood gushes out of him. He tries to stop it with both hands, which are soon soaked so red it’s like he’s wearing gloves. He seems to be trying to come up with something to say but no words would come through his numb, idiot brain.

“You…fucking….”

You look him steadily, and then wipe your bloody mouth on the back of your hand. "Now," you say with a flash of smile that shows off the gore that splatters your teeth,"we can be friends."

Simon slumps to his knees, and then over onto his stomach, his face going white. You turn and look at the other two, who are staring at you with wide eyed horror.

You stare right back. You feel weirdly calm. Never in your life did you imagine doing such a thing, but now that you've done it, you feel... better. Like you've put a little piece of the world back into place. You stroke your stomach protectively, and then smile at them.

“….You’re right, Regina,” You pick a piece of Waldo's skin out of your teeth with a fingernail. “'It happened, accept it and move on because we have bigger fish to fry.' The Bridge is this way, right? We should get moving."

"Fucking....whore...." croaked whats-his-name from his growing pool of blood. He'd die if some way wasn't found to stop the bleeding. But you found it difficult to care what happened to him now. That was up for his friends to decide.