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The Last Girl On Earth	By : ForgottenLover Category: +G through L > LISA: The Painful Views: 3775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own LISA: The Painful or the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story. All rights belong to LOVEBRADgames

Chapter List
- 1-And One For The Road
- 2-Out of Control
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Hello there and welcome to my first erotic fanfiction. Well, my first bit of erotic writing ever actually. One that doesn't end in murder and bloodshed at least.
Whatever. I wrote this story for two reasons. One, there isn't enough straight porn OR fanfiction of LISA: The Painful. Which is understandable because there's only one female character that is actually alive, but you'd think that'd be the perfect thing for gangbang fetishists to do their stuff. Apparently not. The second reason is... well, connected to the first. I was annoyed at the lack of it, but I also need to excercise my writing, especially when it comes to sexuality which can be quite... boring in written form, if not done correctly. But I also just want to live out the complete and utter pervert inside of me, which I normally keep hidden away. This story will probably have some chapters added, I've already written one to follow this. There SEEMS to be a story in here, but really, it's just there because I can't just start a sex scene. I need the context for it to work. This is honestly just porn.
I tried to keep Buddy in character as she was portrayed towards the end of the DLC, as a major bitch with a quasi-Messiah complex, who believes her being the solitary woman makes her the most important thing on earth, but tried to mix it with some perversities. This will probably just disolve into me writing about Buddy participating in my favourite fetishes, but what the heck.
All in all, I just want people to have some fun with this. If you want to leave a review, be it about the story itself but, more importantly, the writing I use to describe shit, then please do.

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The sound of flesh rhythmically slapping against flesh filled the hall of the cleaned-out warehouse. It, like many others of its kind, had been looted of anything of worth decades and of its remaining trash years ago. The only thing it was good for now was for travelers that happened across it during a thunderstorm or gangs that used them as hideouts for a while, until they were wiped out or moved on. No one else had any reason to enter them. Which also inadvertently made them great places to hide away from people to do certain things.
Like fucking.
But where normally there would be the ruthless ramming of cocks fucking assholes, there was now a softer, subtle slapping which was periodically interrupted by two soft moans. One male, one female.
A sharp groan cut through the slapping and the silence surrounding it, making no attempt to stay hidden at all, followed by a satisfied sigh, which came from the female, who was none other than Buddy, the last and only girl in Olathe.
For just a moment longer she stayed sitting on her throne of flesh, which turned out to be little more than a man laying painfully curled up on his shoulders, his legs jutting up into the air, connected to Olathe’s queen with his cock.
Buddy loved this position. It made her feel powerful. Strong. In control. And it was so demeaning to the men she was doing. Who wanted to do her.
And every man wanted to fuck her and, even if none of them ever wanted to be put into this position, they agreed to it nonetheless, because Buddy was their only chance at heterosexual sex. She could make them do whatever she wanted.
The power of her body was, in fact, far greater than her sword, contrary to her initial belief. If only she’d started doing this way sooner than she actually did.
The man she was doing right now was one of those few that enjoyed the way she dominated him. He let her do whatever she wanted and so she would always do. She never bothered to remember his name. She just gave him pet names. Slave, cock, fuck boy. Stupid names like that.
Slowly the stood up, letting the softening dick slip out of her cunt, followed by dribbles of the cum it had shot into her, which dropped softly onto the stomach of the young man who now lay flat on the ground, panting hard.
His cock was far from the biggest or thickest she had had and not even the one with the most semen production, hell, it has never even made her orgasm, which, then again, no dick has ever made her cum her brains out, but she liked the submissiveness of the boy it belonged to more than the dick itself, which was more than enough reason to keep him around. He’d do anything for her, just for a chance to fuck her. She’d just need to throw him a glance and moments later his head was between her legs, sucking and slurping at her cunt like a man who’d been lost in the desert, finding an oasis after three days of drought. Which, in many ways, all men were. Sometimes she’d hear mumbled complaints about how hairy her pussy was, but never to her face.
Brad had never taught her how to shave and the few times she’d tried it herself she cut herself quite badly, so she simply stopped doing it. The complaints of men mattered little to Buddy. They could choose between her hairy cunt or none at all for all she cared.
This was also where her little fanboy shined, eating her pussy. For all his complaining about her bush, he seemed to love it plenty. And even though he was only a few years older than Buddy was, he ate pussy like he’d done so all his life. Buddy wasn’t ashamed to admit, that she’d cum frequently when he licked her, even if she never said so out loud.
Sometimes she rewarded him with missionary, sometimes she just ignored him altogether and punished him, for nothing in particular, by not helping him cum.
Fucking was where he lacked in of course, but his weak, whimpering moans of pleasures while Buddy’s walls rubbed along his shaft made up for it.
Buddy turned around to look at the boy sprawled on the floor in front of her, chest heaving heavily up and down.
Cum still ran out of her young cunt, dribbling onto the stomach of the pathetic sight in front of her.
“Are you done?”
“Huh?”, answered the boy quizzically.
“Done cumming like a backed-up idiot?”
“Yes. Thank you!”
Buddy got down on her knees before he had fully finished his sentence and pressed her overflowing snatch to his mouth.
“Now clean your mess.”
That order was barely needed as his tongue darted out immediately to enter her hole, carefully licking her clean.
Buddy softly shook as she felt his tongue work inside her body, snatching the droplets of cum out of her.
After several minutes of silent cunnilingus Buddy gave one loud solitary moan, which signaled her own orgasm.
As Buddy got back to her feet, the prick of her companion was already back to full mast, his entire length hard and throbbing, practically pleading to give her another creampie.
“Hard again? Men are pathetic…”
She looked down at the face of her little slave. He rarely spoke, if at all, he just stared and whimpered, like a dog that wanted a treat. His face was one of pleading hopefulness, which Buddy was just all too happy to crush.
“No!”, the hope in his face immediately broke apart, being replaced by a silent sadness, which he had no ways of actually expressing.
“We already stopped because you were horny, I gave you way more than you deserve.”
He bit down on his teeth hard, trying to suppress his disappointment or maybe his own orgasm. It had happened before that he came from little more than her insults and refusal to fuck him.
Without another word, Buddy grabbed her black leather pants and put them on. They were a surprisingly tight fit now that she had grown up and any resemblance she used to have to a boy was gone when people got a look at her cute, round ass, which filled her pants, almost to bursting. Entering a town or settlement wasn’t easy nowadays, as people were onto her immediately and followed her with erections in their pants until she either fucked them or left. Nobody was man enough to approach her due to her violent and bloody reputation, they just hoped she’d get horny enough from seeing their hard-ons. Most of the time, she didn’t.
She pulled the poncho, which she’d gotten after Brad had turned, back down over her chest. She liked to keep it on during sex, perhaps as a final “fuck you” to Brad.
Her companion also got up, as she still clothed herself, and he was stroking his cock, as he so often did when Buddy refused him sex. After a bit of stroking he gave another sharp moan and several strings of cum shot from his tip, some of which landed on her poncho and the ass of her pants.
Buddy just turned around to glare at him.
“I don’t remember allowing that.”
His prick softened quicker than usual at her threatening glare and he pulled back, possibly expecting a punch, a kick in the nuts or worse. He knew best how easy Buddy was to anger.
But she did nothing. She didn’t even bother cleaning the cum off her clothes, just let the strings lay on her and linger, the smell of sex surrounding her. Honestly, she kinda liked running around with dried cum on her clothes, not that she would ever admit to doing so. If she did, her little slave would be cumming on her without a moments rest. So, she just kept pretending to hate it, even if she didn’t really do that great a job at it.
“Dress up and move it”, Buddy snapped at him as she grabbed her sword and swung it back over her back where It belonged, “We still have a solid day’s march before we reach the next town and I’m getting hungry. And I’m not going to sink so low as to feed on your cum.”
This proposition, the idea, or maybe her clear denial of it ever happening almost made him erect again.
Buddy cringed. While she did like controlling the wants of men with little more than a word, the complete predictability of their reactions annoyed her at time.
It was like she was the only sane person stuck in a sea of dipshits.
She barely waited for her very own dipshit to follow, as she walked to the great entrance, far bigger than it really had to be. She just wanted to get to the next town quick as she could. As she walked out the sunlight made her cringe and closer her eyes, which was then followed by a metallic pang, a pain in the top of her head and a sharp thud as the back of her head hit the ground. She’d walked right into an ambush.
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