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EIGENGRAU (little_iveta X Zenozine)

The old man was kinda both pleased and disappointed at the same time due to your inaction in displaying lewd posture, but he liked your sobbing even though you were somewhat faking it. At any rate, he just finished soaping your sex with feminine wash, rinsing your girlhood with jets of water from the bidet.

"I'm impressed with your collection of toiletries, all of your items are of luxury quality, you're really a lady of refined class, no wonder your vagina has a fragrant aroma. Shame your pauper boyfriend never got the chance to smell it. Though it pleases me to be the FIRST to smell it. Hehehe"

After the bathing is all finished the old man wraps you with a white towel to cover yourself while your still not dressed, needless to say whom the towel belongs to. He then heads out of the shower cubicle first and goes to the restroom's waiting area preparing your clothes you are going to wear.

He also readies the blower and other cosmetic accessories for your after bath beauty needs.

"Come my sweet, sit here."

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I was so thankful when things were finished, when I was no longer being tormented. I was free at last and I would be able to move on and get away from this man. As he wrapped me in my own towel I began to leave leave the shower stall, intent on just getting my clothes and leaving this little bit of torment behind, but as I hear a blower flick on and off I look back at the spider person and stare at him as he instructs me to come and sit so he can administer his care.

I clocked my tongue and stared at him before I straightened up, wiped my eyes and walked forward, moving to take a seat where he had indicated. I was not trusting of the man, but he was doing a task, so I needed to just tough this out and keep moving, hold my tough and suffer through it. I was stronger than this. "Fine, but I expect you to simply do your duty and nothing more, this is beginning to feel as though it is more trouble than it is worth." With that I spoke my peace and I took my seat, staring forward as I waited for my grooming to conclude. When this was over I would demand to dress myself, I was not letting him touch my clothes again.
 
As you took a seat in front of the mirror the old man grins as he stare at you at the mirror, looking at your reflection. Then he gently cups your breasts from through the towel and caresses your thighs as he gently parts your legs. "Even your image in the mirror looks magnificent Ingui, truly your beauty is one of a kind. Many men would kill just to see you in your towel. I'm pleased to get the early access. Hehehe" He then removes his hands and proceeds drying up your hair with the blower, his delicate touch is good at making sure that your hair doesn't get messy. Without warning he again hoisted your arms up again, reducing the power of the blower before blowing a stream of warm air to your armpits. "How do you like that feeling Ingui? I'm sure you've never done this before, well it PLEASES ME to introduce this kinky stuff to you. You're liking it don't you? Hehehe. Oh how about this?"

The old man then turns off the blower for a moment, without warning he grabs your waists as well as your thighs to lock you down. Then he placed the blower between your legs and aims at your sex from the towel's opening, without hesitation he switches on the blower to full power blowing a jet of very hot air to your girlhood!

"Oh hohohoho!!!! This is the best Ingui! This is how I show my love to you!"

After saying that he brought the blower closer to your sex, giving your pubic hairs a drying up session.

"Ohhh, don't you love your pubic hairs waving against the hot stream from this hot blaster of yours? Hehehe, didn't you say your PLUSH MOUND can't offer resistance? Mmmm, it seems you are being honest about it, but are you just going to remain defenseless Ingui? You must fight! Show you me the strength of your femininity, MOUNT UP YOUR DEFENSES, show me that your power house has defense mechanism!"

The old man will not cease in torturing your sex with jets of hot air, he wants Ingui if you would be creative and resourceful enough to fight back using whatever your vagina has to offer. He did however gave you a hint.

"Don't you have TURRETS to fire back? For sure you have one, I do hope its ARMED and READY. This blower is WITHIN THE FIRING RANGE"

What the old man is referring to is actually your urethra, the blower is in close proximity to your pee hole, he lower down the power so your piss will hit the mouth of the blower and with it, you would be able to destroy it. But of course he is only giving you hints.

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I was not even surprised as I began to be groped and moved once more, it was annoying as I let out a mildly disgusted sigh as I continued to be groped and molested, but as my thighs were parted and the dryer began to be moved to focus down there I let out a gasp as I looked down in confusion, but as I felt the hot air blowing over my slit I hissed as I felt the strange stimulation, but as it continued I felt air beginning to blow into my slit.

I could feel the strange sensations and the odd sensations inside me, but on top of it I began to feel a new growing warmth, and that there was an ever mounting, it was a strange arousing feeling and I could not deny a distinct feeling of arousal that was mounting inside me.

It was only as I was told that I should defend myself, that I should...piss into my own hair dryer to stop this, it was such a repulsive...such a lewd thing to demand, it was sadly something I was certain I could do, and something I felt a strange twinge of arousal over. For the time being I decided to justify it as to prevent further humiliation.

"You are a disgusting pervert." I took a few deep breaths and clenched, forcing my bladder and pissing into the dryer, causing it to short out and die, but as I kept clenching I continued to piss into the dryer as I lost my dignity. The worst part of it all was that this was by far the most arousing thing that I had done with this man.
 
The old man was pleased again as you just don't stop to amaze him, he observed how the hair blower he held got short circuited and made an audible small explosive sound to indicate that the device's fuse had blown up. It let out an awful copper smell as the old man withdrew the blower away from you then tossing it away like its a scrap. He took some baby wipes and wipes off the piss from your recently cleaned sex.

"EXCELLENT INGUI! Your brilliant way of getting out difficult situation never ceases to impress! Hehehe"

After he congratulated you he took the baby powder case that comes with a cotton puff and strips you off of your towel with such finesse. Then he starts patting the back part of your shoulders with the cotton puff filled with baby powder. He swiftly raised your arms up and pats your armpits with the cotton puff, powdering your armpits as well as your cleavage till he starts patting your breasts all over in circles, adorning your breasts with white baby powder.

Then without hesitation he lifts you up, forcing you to get up from the seat and stand up in front of the mirror. He spread your legs a little then he goes to your butt and pats the cotton puff on it. Filling your butt cheeks with baby powder, whitening your bubbly butt even more, he also brushed the valley of your ass as if he is wiping it with a tissue paper.

"Ohoho, I know you like this Ingui, I know you are imagining your a-hole having its feces wiped away. Hehehe"

After that he quietly moved to your front then without warning he starts patting your sex gently with the cotton puff, patting your pubic hair with the soft cotton brush. He also made firm presses to your plush girlhood as if he wants to insert the puff in you.

"You want to be pampered this way Ingui, yes?"
 
Honestly I felt it was fairly patronizing as I was praised for pissing into a hair dryer, but what was more embarrassing was how I had to suddenly clench to try and stop my flow as he pulled the dryer away. I still ended up creating a small puddle as what had been flowing dribbled out of my urethra. Thankfully as I was wiped clean I felt I had not lost all my dignity, but it was still humiliating to allow this person to clean me.

As he then proceeded to take out a powder puff and begins to bat and coat me in baby powder I try my best to hold my tongue and wait him out, making an irate click of my tongue as my arms are raised and powdered against my will, but as he proceed to keep going, powdering me more and more, coating my body from my bosom to my bum, it makes my cheeks burn flush as I stare at him. As he begins to powder my asshole and speaks of wiping my ass I let out a huff.

"I am not some infant who needs you to dote after me, while robing my home did you happen to see diapers lying around? I did not think so!"

I scowled as I stared the man down, his teasing statements did not help that they were true most of the time, I did enjoy being pampered and treated well, but I did not like the strings that were attached with this and I was half tempted to endure more discomfort to be free of this man, I just wanted to move on, I did not want to see what else he would do to me if I gave him the chance...of course he still had to dress me, so one last chance for him to torment me, or even just pull the ground out from under me and give me different clothes entirely.
 
"If I did found diapers then that would be even more thrilling don't you think?! But come to think of it I really haven't checked your house for diapers, but thank you for giving the idea! Someone else will put them on you, you'll be an INFANT at some point! Hehehehe."

The old man was done powdering you and finally he will now don your clothing starting with your underwear. He made sure to pick the finest among your wardrobe selection.

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"Your wardrobe is indeed high class Ingui, you're definitely the daughter of a big business conglomerate, no wonder your unmentionables are celebrity level."

With that said, the old man slipped in the panties, gently placing the very fitting knickers to your pelvic region, he also made sure that there were no loose spots on the panties and that every fabric of it hugs to your crotch and bum. But of course he made one final caress to your pussy and ass.

"I will never forget your beauty Ingui, never."

He then slips in a panty liner inside your panties.

"I always thought whats the smell of your menstruation blood Ingui, do you also masturbate using panty liners? Tell me, does is it feel cozy? Anyway this will make you comfy, it will also provide you with soft protection. Think of it as a diaper in a sense. Hehehe. If you would be generous, perhaps you can give this back to me after your period. Hehehehe."

The old man pressed your crotch to make sure the panty liner is hugging tight.

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Then he took the expensive bra and gently dons it, fastening the clips at the back then he gives your breasts a gently cupping through your bra to make sure that it fits perfectly.

"Oh how I wish my hands were your bra Ingui so I will always get a hold of your fine bosom. Hehehe. I always dreamed of the day that these fine tits will pour out milk hehehe."

After you were completely clad in your underwear the old man took your white long sleeved buttonless blouse and dons it on you, he also rolled up the sleeves so your arms won't be fully covered. Then he took the long black pencil skirt and dons it on you with such finesse, the old man tucked in the hem and the lower part of your blouse inside the skirt while also making last grabs of your ass and pussy through your panties, it can be noticed with the way he makes low chuckling sounds. Then he zips up your pencil skirt to lock in your clothing.

"Well those are my last gropes to your sex. Hehehe"

After that he took the high heeled shoes and puts it on your feet. He did not made any sexual stuff to your legs and feet though.

"Ok, thats it my sweet, you're ready to leave now, Oh and don't forget to bring the box with you."

The old man bids you farewell as he took your hand and kisses it.

"Farewell Ingui."

He stood by the door as he opens it to grant your exit.

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Once on the outside you will find yourself in the same hallway but with only the double doors to greet you. These double doors will lead you back to the MAIN HALL from where you started...... However, once you go back you will find that the place is no longer dark and dead but completely alive with lights and objects and materials all back in place as if the building is back on business, minus any living thing of course except you.

Three pathways are in front of you,

- THE MAIN DOOR OF EIGENGRAU,
- THE LEFT WING that leads to the buffet pavilion
- THE RIGHT WING that leads to the bar and cafe area
 
Oh I was regretting my words, oh how I regretted them. To be stuck here at the mercy of this pervert, knowing he could hurt me as he saw fit if I refused, and now knowing that my previous lashing out had actually amused him and that someone would treat me like an infant in due time. Worse still was that the idea made my heart flutter at the thought. It had been a very long time, but I still remembered my childhood and how long I had needed the diapers at bedtime to ensure that I did not make any messes while I slept. It was oddly intimate and the thought of doing it now- NO NO NO I WAS NOT GOING TO THINK ABOUT THIS NOW!

As he began to dress me once more and brought out my panties, commenting on their quality I just clicked my tongue. "Of course, why would I settle for anything less." I then felt my face grow flush as he added a liner to my panties. I could tell what he was doing and as he pulled the panties up my legs I swallowed hard and took a moment to collect myself before I spoke. "I do not need to be demeaned in this manner." Thankfully I was wrong, but at the same time as he spoke of my menstruation my mind went into panic as I tried to make sure I was not close just out of knee jerk fear. Thankfully I was weeks away, but I did not feel like sharing, I did not need to mention this kind of information to this...being.

As he took his time with by bosom and spoke of wishing to be my bra I bit my tongue and refused to comment on how I would love to have him as a bra so I could throw him away, or burn him, but this was not the time to pick a fight, I just needed to relax and let him finish. As he mentioned me lactating though I looked over my shoulder at him in confusion as he quickly moved on to finish dressing me.

As I was put back into my clothes and I was allowed to get my shoes on once more I let out a sigh and took my box once more and looked to the man as he opened the door for me. Looking him over once more I straightened up and walked to the door, showing as much dignity and grace as I could before I stopped and spoke to him one last time. "We both know I did not care for your teasing, but I will not deny your services were performed correctly. So thank you for your service sir, may I never need it again." I gave a smile and then left him, walking quickly out of his parlor and back to the main hall once more.

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As I stood in the main hall once more I took a few deep breaths and did my best to calm down and collect myself after everything that had happened. I needed to remain focused. I was here to rescue my dear friend and butler and I could not afford to run now, no matter how much I wanted to be away from that spider.

Taking a look over the choices I had, I looked to what was supposedly at the end of each line. A cafe and bar or a buffet pavilion. As much as a stiff drink sounded helpful, I needed to keep a clear mind. If there was food though I could at least get something to help cut the stress. Something sweet...perhaps chocolate would put my mind at a bit of ease. So with my choice made I held the box more firmly and I began to make my way to the left wing, not sure what I would find, but I was certain it could not be any worse than what I had just endured...right?
 
Upon entering the Buffet Pavilion, your expectations were met with another unnerving turn of event, well your hopes of finding luxurious cuisine to fill your hunger turned to a sour and scary moment. In the buffet were a number of long tables in which a couple of zombies are seated in random locations, all of them are seated staring blankly to whatever is in front of them as if they were lifeless mannequins. None of them have any meals on their plates as the table is completely devoid of any food save from the utensils such as spoons, forks, glasses and plates.

The zombies looked really rotten and none of them were producing any sounds. When your presence was felt some of the zombies just stared at you blankly and not one of them get up from the chair to chase you down. It seems that they were waiting for their meal to be served.

However, your nose would inevitably pick a strange scent coming from the kitchen of the Buffet Pavilion. You will quickly deduced that it is food being cooked that you are smelling, but something is really off with the strange smell.

Should you go to the kitchen you will find a large pot being heated lowly by a stove, but you'll find no one else is in the kitchen aside from yourself and should you investigate this strange cauldron you'll find the smell very fishy. Ultimately, if you open the cauldron you will find its contents that it is soup but mixed with a very awful smelling meat which is none other than flesh......... Human flesh. There's also a metal ladle near the pot of soup.

Well, maybe its time for another activity. So much for continental breakfast.
 
As I got to the dining room I froze on the spot as I saw the zombies at the tables. I held my breath on instinct as I stared at the corpses that lined the tables, all seemingly waiting for their meals. I didn't try taking a breath until my lungs began to burn, as I took a deed breath I swallowed hard and turned to look towards the kitchen. The scent in the air was off, but I felt I should at least see what was going on, perhaps there would be some of my own food hidden away that I could enjoy. Oh how I hoped that was the case.

As I got into the kitchen I had to stop breathing through my nose to not pick up the scent, it was not good and I could see the source, the soup pot that was boiling away. I do not know what possessed me to look into it, but when I lifted the lid and saw the contents within I could taste the bile at the back of my throat as I dropped the lid back down and I began to turn away as I gagged and coughed. I was done, I was 110% done with this and I was going to the cafe, I would find the bar and I was going to take whatever remained on the top shelf because I needed to take the edge off.

Throwing my hands up I make my way back towards the door, using my hips to push it open as I no longer want to touch anything in that kitchen, my hands firmly on my box as I made my way to try and go back to the main hall and then to the cafe, unless I am stopped.
 
If you think you could just simply walk away from this like its nothing then you're wrong. As soon as you reach for the main double doors of the buffet pavilion, you'll find that its locked and won't open, but should you make a quick turn around, you'll see one of the zombies standing behind you but not close. He is staring at you blankly, his arm is stretched forth with his hand pointing at the direction of the kitchen, clearly telling you to go back there and attend the pot of soup. Well this only tells that you should not ignore the waiting guests and that you should serve them the meal they are waiting for. NOW BACK TO THE KITCHEN LADY!
 
As I hit the double doors and they refused to open I continued to try and force my way out by pushing my hips into it, turning slowly to trying to push out with my butt, but ads I had my back to the door and I was looking at the standing zombie that was pointing back to the kitchen. I did not like the look of it and I clearly get the message and took deep breaths before I began to walk back to the kitchen. I made my way to the door and then I looked over the room. I was getting a count of how many zombies there were before I went into the kitchen, I needed to get bowls together so that I could begin preparing to get soup into the bowls, I did not want to spend more time in here than I needed.
 
The kitchen had everything you need, no type of utensil and dishes are missing. So if its a bowl you need then there's plenty of it and they come in many sizes. Should you glance and make an observation at the buffet section itself, you'll see that some of the zombies are strangely changing seats randomly from time to time.
 
I decide to get bowls that are more in the median size, not too big nor too small, I do not want to anger the zombie, but as I glance out I can see them moving and I wonder what that is about. I hope this is not some trick to keep me from feeding all of them. So I decide I will prep first, get all the bowls filled, and then I will take them out as fast as I can. First things first though I take the ladle and I go back to the cauldron. I take a few breaths before I hold my breath and remove the lid once more. I try not to look at the contents as I begin to bring over bowls and start filling them. I load up trays that can hold 4 bowls and I start to lay them out neatly on the counter of the kitchen. As soon as I finish with one tray I can come back and grab another. For now though I begin to fill the bowls and keep an eye on the zombies, if they do nothing special I will focus on the soup, I hope I can get the bowls all filled quickly so I can get everything out so I can escape.
 
The foul stench of the repulsive rotten meal has smothered the whole kitchen as you draw out more and more from the pot of soup, well the ventilator is not turned on so the air remains trap and spreading across the dining section, thankfully the positive side to this is that the zombies are feeling quite content knowing that their meal is about to be served, however it is detrimental for your part as you are not accustomed to the soup's scent.

Leaving the tray on the kitchen's counter will not get the zombies' attention and they will not get up to pick it for themselves, you must directly serve each of them one by one.
 
I figured I would have to serve them all myself, I just did not know how bad it would smell to do this serving part. So as I finished the first two trays of soups I took the first and I began to deliver. I could not remain in that kitchen and I refused to risk getting that stench to stick to me. I did not want to go back for another bath. Walking out into the pavilion I set down the tray at the first table and began to serve each of the zombies, taking care of each of them before I moved on. I just hoped the kitchen would air out by the time I finished serving the second tray of soups, otherwise it would be a truly terrible time getting all of these zombies served.
 
The zombies started eating simultaneously when all of them had been served a bowl of human stew. There they eat with....... Civility as they used their spoons and not their hands to eat even though its difficult to eat a small chunk of human flesh, much more difficult than a pork spare ribs. You can hear the disgusting sounds of meat being chewed even from the kitchen, it sounded like a very obscene ASMR that you'll never hear from youtube or twitch. Some of the zombies even offer you their meal as if inviting you to join their supper. Well would you like to join the zombies in their "happy meal"?
 
I was disgusted by the meals, I wanted nothing to do with them, I just wanted to get these zombies served and to be on my way. As I finished setting the tables and the zombies began to eat I felt relief wash over me as I let out a sigh and relaxed, but as the zombies offered me their soup I gave an uneasy smile and motioned that I was fine as I made my way to the door. "NO, no I am alright. I will be going now, I just need to take my way out." I go the the door and I try it again, internally I am pleading that it will open, because I do not know what to do next and I know I will have to try the soup.
 
Just before you reach the door, the same zombie who told you to get back on kitchen is standing behind you once again, this time pointing back to the dining section. Should you try to take a peek, you'll see that the meals you just served a couple of seconds ago have all vanished like you did not served them at all! But should you look at the zombies they will look at you and patting the table gently without making any sound, they are telling you to place yourself on the table, perhaps go on all fours on the table. However, the double doors are no longer locked which means you are free to go, its up to you on whether you would like to entertain the zombies' request or not.
 
As I am making my way to the door I feel the looming presence behind me and I turn my head to look back at the zombie behind me, my breathing is heavy as I see the zombie pointing back at the dining area and the others are patting a table that they want me to get on. Initially my though is that they are going to eat me, that I should try and run, but I do not know if I can leave here and I am too far from the door, if I try and run and find the door locked I will no doubt be manhandled by these monsters. On top of that I was never warned about the zombie and everything here seemed to be working towards some end goal. So taking a calming breath I turned back and began to walk to the table. I swallowed hard as I went to the table. I did my best to not touch any of the zombies as I gently climbed up onto the table. I was on my hands and knees, but I was prepared to try running if things did not go well for me. The whole time my heart was pounding in my chest.
 
The zombies were pleased with your compliance and they all smiled heartily on their necrotic faces as you went on your hands and knees. Then the zombies disconnected the table you are crouching onto from its main part. The table has wheels so it can be moved, now the table looks like a cart of sorts and the zombies moved you to a part you haven't seen in the buffet pavilion.

Behind a thick covering of curtains is where the real foods are stored and prepared, nonetheless the foods looked like ordinary dishes or rather home style meals. The room is quite spacious with a small washroom beside it.

One of the zombies took a bowl of rabbit stew and starts to spoon feed you as you were on all fours. Also, flask containing sparkling water, however, what you don't know is that the sparkling water is mixed with small doses of laxative, this will force you to defecate in a short time.

As you were still finishing your rabbit stew, some zombies gently unzips your pencil skirt and pulls it down but not completely stripping it away from you. The zombies took their time caressing your panty clad ass as they gaze in your beauty, then slowly they move your panties down to your knees, revealing your beautiful bubble butt.

Without notifying you, one of the zombies unleashed a creature from his mouth, this thing looks like a snail without a shell and much thicker and longer. The zombie then moved his face in front of your ass, there the snail on his mouth is targeted directly at your anus, then in one stroke, the snail darted out from the zombies mouth and latches itself on your whole anal circumference sealing it with the use of its sucker mouth. The snail is not making an entry in your rectum but rather simply attaching itself on your anal exterior, thus anything your rectum expels the alien snail will catch all of it, no waste product will slip away.

Meanwhile as the snail awaits for your diarrhea, it uses its small sharp teeth to chew on your sphincter, tasting your soft tissues as well scraping small deposits of your feces. It will a little bit painful but kinky at the same time, you are welcome to moan and grunt or show some of your feminine stimulation responses.

Flask containing the sparkling water

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I honestly did not know what to expect, but as the table I was on was taken and began to be wheeled away my mind was screaming that they were going to take me for their next meal, that I needed to run away. As I was taken through a curtain and brought to where food was laid out I was confused. As my own actions seemed to be repaid and the zombies began to feed me and allowed me a drink, I drank the water without thinking, I felt so parched, and I just drank it down willingly. The stew as well I ware without much consideration to any danger. It was not until one of them began to do things behind me that I began to worry.

I had no idea what was happening behind me, and as I tried to twist my head to look back I could feel my heart pounding as my fears began to mount, but it turned out I was not nearly cautious enough as I was suddenly given a parasitic guest. "AAAHH!" As the thing latched onto my asshole and wiggled between my ass cheeks, I was not able to do that much as I feel the tiny sharp teeth beginning to tease over my asshole and making it clear that this little parasite could do what it wants and if I tried anything it would hurt.

I shuddered tried to get up, but as I shifted I felt a sudden pressure as the laxatives did their part and my bowels were quickly expediting their process. With how many things were going on I gasped as I realized I was shitting myself, my bowels releasing into the strange sluglike parasite. I felt so strange, so conflicted. I did not know why this was happening, but I did not like how I felt, I didn't want to feel this way, so I felt my cheeks flush as I defaulted to a more pathetic choice. Lowering my head to the table I reached back and began to tease myself, causing my body to twitch as I whined and moaned, pleasure being used to take my mind off of what I was feeling.
 
At the moment you expelled the contents of your complaining bowel, the snail attentively did its thing by making quick successive chews on your butthole as it catches every slosh of liquid fecal matter you jet out. The sound was like a clogged pipe being drained of sewage but obscenely beautiful for the zombies, they observe with enthralled curiosity as you labor without protesting but moaning in pleasure. Well seeing that you like how you are being treated, the zombies decided to add your pleasure by sending in more slugs. Six more were released by other zombies from their mouths, quickly latching on to you and some went inside your blouse, two slugs slithered inside your bra, there they swirl on your breasts in unison, it would look like your breasts were being groped, also these two sucked on your nipples simultaneously to look for milk even though nothing is coming out, their sharp teeth is very teasing to your areolas. The two slugs on your breasts switches their activity from swirling and sucking time to time. Another pair went to your thighs swirling the whole length of your legs above the knee. One slug went to your belly and slithered there round and round and sometimes sucking your navel and the last one went to your sex, where it chewed your pubic hairs and most of all..... It sucked your clitoral hood as the slug stimulated it to forces your clitoris out, and once your clit protruded, the slug chewed your swollen clit with its tiny sharp teeth to force you to moan, threatening you that if you don't MOAN, SQUIRM and BEG for mercy it will threaten to tear off your clit.

All in all this will feel very stimulating to you regardless as majority of the slugs were "swimming" on your skin like very fast moving worms, you probably never felt this before in your life. But still the one tormenting your clit will get your attention.
 
I felt disgusting, the sounds from the slug at my ass was horrid, the watching gazes of the other zombies made me feel all the more aware of what was going on, and it made the fact that I was pleasuring myself all the more humiliating, but I did not want to think about it, I just wanted to let the pleasure wash away all my worries. I just kept teasing and pleasuring myself to the point I did not notice what the zombies were doing until they spewed their slugs onto my body. This instantly got me to stop playing with myself as I was gripped with sudden panic. "OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIING!" My eyes were wide with panic as I felt the slugs moving over my body, worming their way under my clothes and wrapping around my body. The first to get into place were at my thighs and their grip froze my movements as I felt three of the slugs getting into my blouse. As these made their way to my breasts and navel I squealed and pushed myself up in a panic. I was wanting to strip down to pull them off, but as I felt the little fangs at my areola I whined and froze, my body shuddering as I felt the slug on my navel beginning to squirm, it all just felt so weird, but it could not compare to the one that want at my slit.

I was instantly aware of what was coming and I reacted in a sudden panic. I was going to rip the slug off, but as it began to torment my clit and then threatened me with its little fangs I realized just how trapped I was. With all the slugs wriggling all over me I could do little more than cry and sob as I continued to shit myself and dropped my head to the table once more as I twitched and squirmed from the tormenting teasing. I moaned and whimpered as I was teased without end, it just felt so sickening, so perverse, so strange. I was dressed so well, clean and groomed and here I was wrapped and tormented by parasites just under the surface. I felt like a perverse joke as I could feel my climax drawing close. "Please stahp, I do not want this! Stop! Stop it now!" Despite my words I could not stop my moaning, shuddering and whining in forced pleasure. "Please! Why does it feel so good? Ahh~! Im gonna- im gonna- AHHH~!" I lost control, shuddering and moaning out as my body spasumed and twitched as I climaxed suddenly and messily, my hands beating on the tabletop as I lost control.
 
The zombies were very much entertained with your feminine struggles and protests, they savored every bit of your reaction, all of which are better than watching porn, your body trembling in fear due to intimidation is just so splendid and ultimately you yourself couldn't do anything other than to remain in all fours and squirming is totally priceless sight to behold. Then as you climaxed, all of the worms fell down to the table except for the one on your anus, there they collect your orgasmic fluids which you excreted to the table. While the worms were feeding, the zombies moved the cart to another room, this room is a restroom just like the other restroom you've been with the old man earlier but this one is more luxurious looking and larger and with brighter lights.

Once inside, you'll see one of the large cubicles opened and a four armed zombie came out of it, he looks at you with a devious smirk as he approached you, meanwhile the slugs went back to their respective hosts and the zombies went out of the room, but still the one slug on your anus remained.

The four armed zombie went to your back and fondles your shapely butt, then he unplugged the now engorged slug filled with lots of feces, the unplugging will feel a little prickly as the teeth were dug in quite deep in your sphincter. If only you could see the look of your anus you would be quite horrified as it was slightly reddish and is having hemorrhoid. Seeing this by the zombie, he lets you feel it by propping you to stand up but not before stripping your pencil skirt and panties. So as you stood up you will feel quite uncomfortable on your anus as you will feel your hemorrhoid being squeezed by your very butt.

Then as you are standing half naked from below, the zombie then proceeds to lift your blouse up in taking it off from you then he unfastens your bra leaving you completely naked. He used two of is arms in holding your arms up then he took the slug and pinches its body resulting into it spewing out the feces where it was strangely converted into a powdery form, it still smells like crap though greatly reduced but still evident.

The zombie then starts rubbing the powdered manure directly on your breasts, as if using it to you like a baby powder, he also applied some to your armpits as if putting potassium aluminium sulfate to act as deodorant. Your body starts to smell like shit as a result. A moderate amount of powder was also rubbed on your belly and waist.

Then for the first time, you hear the zombie speak, "Your own feces will save you later. Trust me." What he just said will clearly confuse you, though it seems to hold some weight of truth. After he spoke he starts groping your breasts and rubbing your belly.

"Let me comfort you."
 
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