You fight to get free.

His laughter resonates within your skull. Looking down across your sexy body you can't even see the thing holding you up, but you can see a bulge under your skin, so large is the member intruding your body. “No.” You cough out, finally able to form a word with your mouth. A blast of power comes from within you that you didn't know you had. Willpower, magic, or some hidden reserve you don't know and don't care. It gives you at least a hope of escaping your stupid decision. Slamming back against the wall you open your fists spread your fingers to gain purchase, and push back as hard as you can. Slowly your body gains just a bit of distance from the wall. Pulling up your knees you next fire your legs back as hard as you can, the heels of the boots creak and for an instant you are sure they will simply snap off, but they don't. Pushing forward with hands and feet you slowly inch your body up on the massive rod. Tiny unseen hands of the cock struggle to keep hold of your womb, but they cannot. The feeling of your cervix snapping shut causes you to loose your footing as another orgasm rocks your frame and you again are impaled, the inner wall stopping deeper intrusion this time. The tiny hands again pry at the opening as you haul your legs up and slam back once again. This time the heels smash through the first layer of the wall and get stuck. It is all you need and with a howl you stand up till the enormous head slips out of your pussy.

No longer held aloft by the member, gravity asserts itself on your body and you are sent crashing to the floor, kicking everything you had picked out flying. Luckily you are able to get your hands under you, and you stop just short of smashing your face on the floor. Your senses then suddenly fire to life and you are fully aware of your surroundings. The massive cock has some kind of huge bulge rising up it, a gallon of cum perhaps, whatever he was planning to insert into you to be sure. The other human cock still hangs yearning for attention in the other hole. Plus the video still plays, a cute brunette getting slammed up the ass by a hairy older man with a rather impressive cock of his own. Wanting to stem the flow of whatever is about to burst forth, you toss the first thing you can onto the massive cock, the dress you had picked out flops onto the cock concealing it for the moment. Quickly you grab for the rest of your things, the first two of which your hands find being the pants and the lime green top.

“Wait don't go.” The demon bellows. “My child needs you.”

A horrifying new voice hisses, “Are you my mommy?” Under the fabric of the dress you see that whatever it is isn't being sprayed out. It is climbing out.

“Fucking hell.” You gasp. Regaining your footing you run from the little room. As you turn to run down the hall however the heels finally give in and both of them snap off, causing you to crash to the ground. With as much haste as possible you yank down the zippers and kick off the ruined boots. Just then a scream erupts from the viewing room next to the one your were in. The little creature found the intruding cock, is all you can guess. This gets you to spring to your feet and run toward the exit. Pausing only for an instant to lash out as you pass a shoe box with a round #7 sticker, assuming that indicates size.

“Why are you running? Who screamed? What did you do?” The clerk behind the desk fires these questions at you as he steps out from behind the counter and puts himself between you and the exit.

“Run you idiot.” You fire back at him as you duck under his grasp. But he is to quick, he catches you in his arms and hoists you off the ground.

“You're not going anywhere. I'm calling the cops.” He says into your ear as you thrash about trying to get free, still clutching what little you have. A sound behind, a horrible wet splat of a noise, stops his tirade. The door to the little room adjacent to the one you were in bursts open, flying completely off it's hinges and slams the opposite wall. Out steps a man, well zombie might be a better description, yet you are somehow sure it isn't a walking dead, rather a body being run from within like a horrible machine. His eyes are hollow and black, his pants soaked with blood, and mouth agape, his chin listing to the right jaw obviously dislocated, the point of entry perhaps. “What the fuck?” The clerk says, but all thought of you leaves his head as his mind is struck dumb by the sight of the creature in front of him. As you stare at the creature, this mockery of flesh, however, you can see a glow, a yellow glow deep within the skull of the monstrosity.

Running outside you are to your bike in seconds. You can still see the man standing there in the doorway either unable to process what he is seeing, or simply to afraid to act. Somehow you know that if you could hit the point of the glow, the little gem like spark you saw in the creature, the essence of the beast perhaps, you are sure it would kill it. Your hand rests on the saddle bag of your bike knowing there are a pair of pistols within. You know you have only seconds to decide to ride off, or help.