You Resist

"You don't have any right to just abduct anyone! Where is my lawyer?" You demand.

"You are in no position to be making demands, human. Answer us. Now." The voice once again demands.

"No way, you guys at AWIO are as corrupt as they come! You saw the news. We have all the evidence to tear you apart!" You retort.

A laugh. "Foolissssh human. The blame, easssssily ssssshifted to that director as a convenient sssssscapegoat. You think we are sssso sssshallow. Our invessstigation will be for sssshow, pinning everything againsst them. We will continue our methodsssss. You, however, will dissappear from this world. Ssssssentencing will commence immediately." The snake voice declares with a hint of glee.

Just then, you are wrangled by a strong monster. You try to fight but are subdued the the sheer strength of the monster that is carrying you to your destination. "I'd save your strength if I were you." Your captor informs as they carry you to your destination.

All the kicking and screaming in the world does nothing to change your fate as you are hauled into the portal room. You struggle mightily as you see the portal's destination shift from a warm, cozy home to that of a bleak, dark, oppressive place. Then, you are thrown face first into the glowing portal.

A sense of nausea passes through you as you are teleported to the old world. You land on the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of you. You look up to see that you are being stared down by a gaggle of monster girls.

Some have gray flesh with white hair, their clothes tattered with a blank, mindless expression.

Other girls are nearly naked, with blood smearing their legs and arms.

One of them licks their bloodied hand as they see you, but all of the girls have one thing in common.

"Man." "Maaaan." "Maaaaaaaan". A cacophony of voices rasp out from around you as you try to scoot and back away, clambering along the ground. A pair of strong hands wrap around your shoulders and clasp your chest. Another eagerly removes your boxers, until finally one of the bloodied girls comes up to your flaccid member.

She latches on, and holy shit. The inside of her mouth feels better than any vagina you've ever had. More bodies and breasts rub against you in what could only be described as lustful hunger. As more of the ghouls and zombies grope you, sucking your fingers, toes, ears, and your left hand up the snatch of another, you can't help but be overwhelmed by the pleasure and shoot out your hot seed.

Your semen is hungrily shared amongst a few girls by the ghoul that was giving you that exquisite blowjob, but the warmth that left your dick is quickly replaced by the tight snatch of a zombie. "Join us... Husband... Join us... Husband..." The voices of the girls chant.

It is here where your story ends, living out an existence in eternal pleasure as a **** toy for the legion of undead that have claimed you as their husband, The Lord of the Cemetery.

BAD END: Lord of the Cemetery.