Erika the prodigal Athelete

Ares was too proud of his choice, it was a no brainer. All those idiot Gods would choose powerful and foolish men for their champions, although many men are straight. What he needed was a powerful and sexy bisexual woman. Erika was clearly Avatar material: big E cup breasts, long beautiful blonde hair, athletic and sensual body on a tall frame, amazing hips, no being could resist wanting some of her. But seductive beauty was not enough for him, he was the god of war after all! She was once a professional athlete who recently got into modelling, was in great shape and her flexibility and speed would be a very good asset in combat. His guide would be a powerful fighter as well...Jill Valentine. Now an operative at the prestigious Overwatch Academy, trained by some of the greatest heroes in fantasy and also a complete bombshell of a woman. This duo with a bit of guidance would be able to out perform, overpower, and out seduce any champion. Ares could, in fact, be completely right with this belief!

Erika was sitting on her couch with her date before the sense of falling shook her out of her fatigued daze. No longer could she feel the warm strong body of the man that was once beside her, in fact all she felt was a cool breeze. Opening her eyes and jolting up she found herself on a different couch in a complete ruin of a room. The couch she was on was disgusting, torn and old. The television was on but complete static, and the windows were boarded all around her. A weird and faint howling could be heard in the far distance and Erika felt her heart beat through her chest. "What the fuck is going on?" Her breathing became rapid. No solutions came to mind and as a focused and controlled professional she accepted that fact and composed herself. Wherever she was, it was possible she was dreaming and was perfectly fine. If she wasn't dreaming then being practical and cautious would be key. Getting up she crept through the run down ruin of an apartment and entered the kitchen.

Inside were unsettling reddish brown streaks on the floor, "Alright, one thing at a time. Food and water." Testing the ground, whatever the streaks were they were dried to the floor. Walking across the floor she opened the fridge and frowned. There was just a bottle of some pink unmarked liquid. Grabbing it she closed the doors and noticed a pill bottle on the counter nearby. "Painkillers might be useful. Or any medical supplies, really." Picking it up she frowned, the label just read God Pills. Most of the label was worn off but as far as she could make out, this was just some classic porn scam someone probably bought from one of those pop up ads. "Well that won't be any use to me."

The strange howling got louder. Erika paused and listened. Not closer, just louder. It sounded feminine, possibly destressed! The blonde quickly searched through what few cabinets still had closed doors and found little but cockroaches and rotted food. Disgusted and feeling dirty she decided it was better to keep searching, this apartment seemed to be a dud.

Over the next few minutes she went from apartment to apartment, careful to silently try for unlocked or open doors after listening. If she was in some freaky zombie scenario like how that guy woke up in Walking Dead, she didn't want to last five minutes. She was better than that! There were people inside some of the rooms, and the sounds she heard made the zombie theory a little too real for her liking. "It's okay, Erika..." she thought to herself while grabbing a flashlight, but not finding much else besides a few batteries and a camera, "You've binge watched all those post apocalypse shows with your ex. Sure you might of fallen asleep during most of them, but that just meant she absorbed it through her subconscious...right?"

The howling got louder, following a rhythmic slamming. It sounded like concrete being hit hard by something just as solid. If that sound wasn't so powerful or brutal she would almost think it was a couple having sex! That's when she entered the next apartment. The door was broken off completely. Light shone through a crack in the boards opposite to her as she entered, making it hard to see a sitting figure, feminine legs stretched out at her. The heartbeat throbbed and echoed in her ears as she slowly approached, trying to hold the flashlight and block the sunlight. Fully entering the room she threw her arm over her mouth instinctively to stifle her scream.

Barely conscious were two young women close to her own age. Their features were hard to make out but they both wore disheveled shirts and were completely bottomless. The blonde wore a black blouse and was completely coated in a suggestive white slime while her hand was over her...crotch. The other beside her was much less covered, or Erika thought she was. The soaked white pulled up dress made it hard to figure out. Her hair was coated as well, and the brunette also had her hand similarly positioned. Both were breathing slowly, but seemed vacant.

Erika was almost ready to fully accept she was in some crazy apocalypse...this she wasn't ready for. She was torn between trying to help them and keeping clear and safe from whatever could have happened here. Every survival instinct in her was screaming for her to run, to go back to that old couch and wait to wake up. But her heart felt pain, and fear they needed her help and she was debating leaving them. "Fuck...this is so messed up..." The blonde athlete slowly approached and knelt nearby, trying not to step in any of the goo on the floor. "Hey...girls...are you awake? Do you need help?"

At first they didn't react, still barely breathing or moving. When Erika held her breath and poked a shoulder with the butt of her flashlight the blonde victim's hand furiously began rubbing herself, "MORE! I NEED MORE! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"

Erika leapt back and felt her panic take her breath, she fought desperately to get it back watching the brunette stirred awake by the lewd words of her partner, "YES! GIVE US MORE! FLOOD OUR BODIES! FUCK US!"

The woman wasn't sure how long she watched in shock as the two probably cum covered women masturbated and begged to be taken in the most perverted ways played before her. A panic attack took her and she stumbled out into the main hall again. Banging on doors she remembered to be occupied only worsened her mind breaking anxiety and she ran as fast as she could, gasping for air. Her heartbeat drowned out any other sounds around her as she ran, until one sound was just too loud to ignore. Animalistic wails and shrieks to the dooming rhythm she couldn't place before in the room nearby. Accompanying those sounds were one more...the wet slapping of skin.

Erika teared up and shook her head. There was no way. None of this was possible! Too lost by a twisted curiosity she turned slowly around the corner to see the source of the sound. The blonde babe was lucky she was breathless because she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back another scream. She had expected some weird and lewd display but this...

Before her was a cute brunette in her mid twenties, red jacket undone enough to show her small breasts. Her hair was long and pulled back by a hand and arm as thick as her waist. Her naked and impressive ass was held up, jiggling violently to the rhythm Erika was hearing. Her skinny jeans had been pulled to her knees showing off her cute somewhat athletic thighs. The being behind her however was a hulking behemoth of a...man? At least nine feet tall, two or three of this woman wide and just rippling with muscle. The horrfying sight before her was the member fucking the moaning woman was as thick as her thigh!

Somehow the brunette on her hands and knees looked completely blissed out of her mind. Her eyes were crossed, drool falling from her mouth while she hung her jaw, tongue hanging out panting between loud and lewd moans. "FUCK! MORE! TAKE ME! FILL ME!" She screamed before seeing the blonde watching, "COME! HE'S AMMMAAAAZZZIIIINGGG AAAAAIIGGHGHH!" The brunette tried to regain her breath but she just shook wildly, her eyes rolling back. Looking up the figure turned to Erika.

A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled, "Erika! Come with me, now!"