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Meet The Fuckers	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: +A through F > Dying Light Views: 10770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meet The Fuckers
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Jade learned two things about the dick plunged between her lips the moment she bit down on it: 1) It had the same kind of tough, practically impenetrable consistency as the gumshields she used when kickboxing and 2) the Fucker apparently couldn't get it up. So in essence, it felt like a nine inch long rubber dildo was being shoved very deliberately down the woman's gullet. And it had been a while since she pulled off that party trick.
Of course, it didn't help that the Fucker's dong happened to be almost as thick as Jade's wrist. So that presented a whole new challenge, because with discovering that she couldn't rip the thing off with her teeth like a dog greeted with homework, or even pull her head away thanks to the multitude of pawing hands holding that in place, Jade had to open up her throat and take it. Or risk being choked unconscious by an obscenely fat shaft.
Jade always found swallowing pride difficult. Well now it tasted like cock.
Regardless of her choice, the Fucker pushed indiscriminately deeper into her mouth. The woman gagged when its mushroom dick-crown grazed against her tonsils. The sudden, nauseating clench of her stomach was accompanied by the fitful twisting and pulling of her hands, trying to free them from the clammy grips of the infected. Jade managed to extricate one, forming a fist to beat against the face-Fucker's thigh - but then, suddenly, wailed around his meat.
"Fuuuuc-mmrph!"
A wild flutter of wet pressure against her clit was a sharply pleasurable reminder of the two-pronged attack on Jade's body. Which became three, when female Fuckers grasped at her free hand and promptly gobbled down her fingers, wrapping tongues around the digits like little cocks and moaning in loud, disharmonious unison.
Jade, meanwhile, was producing a high-pitched, desperate whine as the Fucker above her finally achieved throat-deep penetration with his much bigger cock. And he remained there, awkwardly bumping his hips against her face, like all was right with the world and there was nothing untoward about Jade's predicament.
That predicament, to elaborate, was the woman's swiftly diminishing air supply. Her nose was squashed against the perpetually moaning Fucker's crotch; her mouth was packed to bulging point full of dick, and she was already panting in the post-orgasmic tumble down the cliff of euphoria. It didn't help that the infected females between her thighs were already forcing her body to drag itself back up the damn thing.
Wild teeth gnashed at her crotch, so rotten every chomp of the jaws spat yellowed chips of enamel into the air. But there were more than enough Fuckers committed to the task to get the job done, and so along with the hollowed out, half broken teeth that hung by slivers of tissue from grey gums like the gnashers of a snarling old woman who'd lived far beyond her glory days, Jade's smelly sweat and saliva soaked knickers now lay in tatters, with one final chomp rent completely from her flesh.
Bared in all its glory to slimy, sinuous tongues thickened almost to the size of the woman's handspan, was Jade's furry vagina, soft pink lips poking out from between thin brown labia like fleshy leaves of lettuce. And, unfortunately for her, the Fuckers were ravenous.
"Holy shit!" Jade would have cried, if she had use of her mouth besides playing host to a thick length of cockmeat. And if she even had the air in her lungs to facilitate the production of words. Her whole body jerked as female Fuckers descended between her legs, hollow ka-thunks ringing through the alley as they bumped stringy-haired heads, and for a brief moment Jade pulled back, unclogging her itching nostrils of crusty pubic growth, which flared wide as she inhaled - before her face was once again shoved right back into the crotch of the Fucker fucking her fucking throat.
Meanwhile, as the Turkish woman gagged harshly around a rubbery shaft about as thick as an energy drink can, the deliriously infected gathered between her legs climbed over one another to lash her pube-thick pussy with their twisting tongues. Garbage groaned and squished under their weight, rips and tears in bulging black bags oozing days - perhaps even weeks old sour smelling mush that smeared along the skin and clothes of the moaning, howling, spitting Fuckers trying to push their way forward. The assault on every one of her senses was so severe that, amidst the fucking madness, Jade belatedly realised she could feel something wet and sticky on the tips of her fingers. And then, suddenly, she could breathe freely again.
She could breathe, because something had just yanked away the Fucker mounted stubbornly onto her face.
Air rushed into Jade's lungs as her chest heaved, backed up drool spilling out of her mouth like the spray of water cascading over the drop of the Niagara Falls. She hacked and coughed and spluttered as the Fucker's cock was pulled free, by what or whom she did not know nor care, because her eyes darted frantically about as her vision suddenly cleared of thighs and a hairy crotch - before coming to an abrupt standstill. For a moment, the briefest of moments, the Turkish woman didn't even register the sensation of ludicrously long tongue tips rolling over the excruciatingly sensitive nub of her clitoris. Because her gaze widened in utter shock as Jade watched one of the Female fuckers grasp her by the wrist and sink her fingers right to the last knuckle inside a cold, slimy cunt.
It was at that point that Jade screamed. Second orally engineered orgasm - conveniently timed because it was then that she realised the first Fucker determined to poke new holes into her throat had merely disappeared to be replaced with another, who, while groaning dumbly, grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust his hips onto her face. Eyes bulging, throat convulsing and pussy squirting lewd juices all over the faces crowded around it, Jade had had enough.
Every muscle in the woman's body tensed up, coiled so tightly it threatened to snap as her renewed will to fight - like a furious second wind after an errant mid-match roundhouse kick sent the Scorpion spinning to the mat - curled her hands into fists. And then, with a choked roar, she punched upwards.
Fortunately, the Fucker mounted on her wrist was both accommodating and well lubricated. Nevertheless, the infected female screeched when Jade inadvertently fisted her cunt. Then grabbed her elbow. And pulled. Buried up to her forearm in the Fucker's slime-slick canyon of a pussy, spluttering stupidly around the wad of meat shoved to the back of her mouth and the space between her thighs crammed with heaving bodies, Jade for the first time entertained a dark, worrying thought.
This was it. She was done for. The stories she had heard about these bastards, the ridiculous tall tales that reached every corner of the Tower of caught out Runners being nailed to the walls of crumbling shanty houses, and then nailed with infected cock? Jade Aldemir was about to become the tragic star of her very own, thoroughly prepared by a cadre of cunt munchers for the pleasure of their infected male brethren.
And then she heard barking.
Jade, as difficult to believe considering all the action being inflicted on her, froze. And listened, hoping and praying that the ominous, throaty baying she could hear would fade away into the distance. But it did not. It only grew louder, and louder, until a thundering growl rumbled down the alley. Jade's luck was truly awful.
The Hounds of Harran had come to play.
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