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The Last Girl On Earth	By : ForgottenLover Category: +G through L > LISA: The Painful Views: 3776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-And One For The Road
- 2-Out of Control
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And I'm back with a second chapter. I've actually had this chapter already finished around the time when I posted the first chapter, but I had it typed out on my phone and I was too lazy to type it on my computer. So I've only done that now because I have the whole week off.
As I predicted it very quickly veered off into fetish territory.
Oh well. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well. A new chapter will probably take some time, as I've not yet written one, not even on my mobile and I have no ideas yet.
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When Buddy regained consciousness, she was back in the building she had been trying to leave, lying on the ground. As she tried to move her arms she felt damp ropes cut into her skin and her head pounded with every beat of her heart, as blood shot in and out of it.
Opening her good eye elicited a rush of pain, yet she ignored it and opened it either way. She was surrounded by men of all sizes, some well build, some scrawny, some fat and some something in between, though they hadn’t yet realized she was awake.
Surprisingly she was completely dressed, however her sword was nowhere to be found.
Buddy slowly looked around her, to find some hole she could slip through or some opening she could use to escape. As long as they didn’t realize she was awake she had a chance of getting out of here.
“Guys! She’s awake!”, one of the scrawny guys shouted and a commotion began, where every single man dropped what he was doing and rushed to her.
So much for getting out unnoticed.
In a matter of seconds, she was completely surrounded by a circle of men, all of them horny, she could basically smell it.
“Well, well. She has finally woken up. The guest of honour, the Queen of all of Olathe!”
A somewhat scrawny man emerged from the crowd with a slight limp, using a walking stick to support his weight, although his limp was so light he wouldn’t have needed it, and a deep scar above his left eyebrow. His voice was sugary and had a weird, soft accent to it, one that Buddy had never heard before.
“Always did want to meet the Queen. What a joy I finally can.”
He gave a little, sarcastic bow as he eyed Buddy. It seemed to be completely analytical, but it was clear from looking at him that he was fighting with his repressed sexuality, to keep it under his control.
“We’ve all heard of you, of course. What man hasn’t heard of Buddy Armstrong, the last girl left in Olathe, after all?”, he snickered as he squatted down beside her, pulling her roughly up to rest on her knees. She would’ve gladly bitten his nose off, but he smartly kept his distance.
“But even though, we didn’t think you were this beautiful. Truly a pearl in an absolute shithole.”
Slowly he lifted the brown poncho while rubbing over her stomach.
“It is an honour to finally get to touch you.”
His hands stopped at her chest, where he cupped her breasts in his hands, which elicited a small grown from the man himself. Buddy stayed stoically silent. She felt nothing at this touch, especially not excitement.
“How long it’s been since I’ve touched breasts!”, the man groaned in an overtly excited voice that made Buddy want to tear out his throat even more.
“No offense, Lardo”, he added, addressing one of his men, which sent a chuckle through the group of men.
Finally, the man lifted the poncho to reveal to his men what he had been toying with. Her small breasts popped out in full view of everyone. Buddy knew herself that they were comparatively small from all the mags she had seen featuring big breasted women in skimpy clothes, but even small breasts were better than none at all, she reckoned.
At the revelation of her breasts a groan went through the rows of men and the ones in the back scrambled and jumped just to get a glimpse.
“We know you aren’t a virgin, we’ve been hearing your escapades for miles, waiting to shut the trap on you. That is, of course, quite sad, but we can will have a lot of fun with you still. And I am sure you will grow to like it too.” He smiled a smile that seemed to be quite friendly on the surface, yet hid the true sarcastic message.
Buddy just spat in his face as her retort. The man closed his eyes as the gob of spit landed on his face. Buddy would have headbutted him or bitten off some part of his face, had he been just a bit closer. But this was the best she could do. As he swiped it away he sighed.
“You’re spunky. I like that. Coddled women were the worst, before the Flash.”
He stood back up and took a few steps back.
“Boys, she’s all yours. Remember to keep your distance. She is willing and capable of biting your dick off.”
The other men started to undo their belts and drop their pants, their dicks springing out, excited to meet Buddy.
Buddy took a quick look at all the different cocks before her. Some were short, but quite thick, some were long but thin, some where both or neither.
“How about we spit on you a bit? With our cocks that is. You seem to like that quite a bit.”
Buddy cringed as all the men started jerking. She knew she hid it badly, but she didn’t think someone could find her out that easily.
“Fuck you!” Buddy shot at him between clenched teeth. The man just grinned and shrugged, “Hit a nerve, did I?”
The first man walked up to her, jerking his cock. Buddy turned to face it in the hopes that he’d make the mistake of coming too close, but he didn’t. Instead all she saw was a dickhead rapidly appearing and disappearing under the foreskin that was pulled back and forth by the thug. His breathing started to get heavy and with another moment of silence he gave a satisfied moan and a load of cum shot onto Buddy’s face. The first string coated her lips, the second landing on her nose, whole the third got all the way up to her forehead, which was covered by the bandage covering her left eye. The bandage wettened and started sticking uncomfortably right away.
The last few spurts of cum dribbled out of his penis and only managed to drip onto the floor or her poncho.
“Bravo!”, the leader said, clapping sarcastically all the while, “The first of many. Get used to it, Queen of Olathe.”
With a satisfied groan, the prick moved away from her and the next took its place. Buddy again looked at it and the jerking movement of the foreskin, until he as well orgasmed over her face, coating her cheek and bangs in the white liquid. Before the second was quite finished she heard another groan and felt something smack against the back of her head. She could easily guess what it was. This was followed by another few warm shots covering the top of her head.
Unable to do much of anything, Buddy just grumbled obscenities as she stared at the leader, who made no signs of joining in himself, yet always staying in sight and meeting Buddy’s gaze whenever she threw it at him.
Where the men had, until now, only walked up slowly to her, one after the other, they seemed to basically rush her. At some points, there were four or six dicks in her face at a time, all jerking until they came in a torrent of cum, covering Buddy’s face completely with semen. Having her hands bound behind her back made it impossible for her to clean up the mess they left on her face, forcing her to squint her eyes and allowing the dicks to close in on her, as they knew she was now unable to harm them. As soon as one had left his spot two seemed to immediately take his place.
The strings of dickjuice now shot around her face with barely a moment of pause and she could swear that she recognized some of the dicks that were pushed into her face.
At this point she could not even stare daggers at the man in charge anymore, instead groaning and coughing as the men seemed to try their best at drowning her in a torrent of their spunk, shaking her head in an effort to dodge the semen.
One of their loads nevertheless covered Buddy’s nostrils and she started to cough, opening her mouth, which she had so wisely kept shut until now. For but a moment her mouth was opened, to suck in a bit of air, but the men in front of her still managed to dump a load into her mouth. She quickly closed it again, trying to force the bits, that had gotten in, back out through her lips, but she found that she could hardly breath with her nostrils covered in cum. Thus, she reopened her mouth and begrudgingly allowed them to store their cum in there as well.
By now Buddy was a mess more so than she had ever been. Her face was the worst off, as it was completely covered in the cum of these men, as was her hair, which had become clogged and sticky.
Everything that had run down would drop onto her poncho, which, while not a main target, was also sopping wet with the sticky substance. The only parts of her that were still clean was everything below her poncho. Buddy was almost shocked, yet still relieved, at the fact, that none of them had wanted to cum on her breasts.
As the last guy shot his load onto her tongue, which she had subconsciously stuck out of her mouth for every of the last dozen men cumming on her, Buddy suddenly felt tired. The fermented smell of dry and fresh cum tickling her still covered nostrils. They had been at it for what Buddy could only guess where several hours and she was truly and utterly what could only be described as a “mess”.
The man with the stick limped back up to her.
“See, you managed to enjoy that towards the end, didn’t you?”
He was the only one in this room who wasn’t either naked, like his men, or a mess of cum, like Buddy.
“…fuck you…”, she mumbled, the second thing she’d said to these men at all.
“Not all that much spunk left in you it seems. It’s all ON you now I gather?”, he laughed at his own joke as he wiped some of the cum off her hair. Demonstrably he stuck his finger into her mouth, where Buddy did little more than suck it clean. She didn’t have the strength left to bite down.
“Good girl. We’re going to get along swimmingly.”
He stood back up and turned to one of his men.
“Lock her into the cage and bring her some food, drink and bandages. A bit of clean water too, but not too much. We have to be careful with our resources after all.”
He smiled at Buddy, “Maybe something so she can clean herself too. This is only fun when the girl starts out clean after all. And we don’t want to get cum on ourselves, do we?
With these words, he left and the man he’d talked to grabbed her off the ground and led buddy to her cage. Buddy did nothing to resist, except mutter insults. There was no use now. She’d have to wait for her chance to get out, rest until that chance comes, she thought as the big man tangled with the key to the mobile cage with surprisingly solid bars, opening it up and shoving her in. Buddy just quietly sat down in the middle of it and thought, planned for what was to come.
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