Lost in Silent Hill (Alyssa x Mayshar)

[Alyssa]

Alyssa strode quickly down the deserted street. Her car had almost instantly lost battery power when she hit the city limits of the town. Lucky I made it here before the battery died, she thought as she kicked the tires of her old Chevy pickup. She looked up at the sky, hazy grey clouds beginning to mar the horizon. I better get somewhere before it starts raining, she thought again, as she grabbed a flashlight and her hidden handgun from the glove compartment. She placed the gun on the small holster at her side, and quickly swept her blonde hair up into a haphazard pony tail.

“Time to get to walkin',” she said to nobody in particular and started moving down the deserted road.

She had traveled god knows how long, before she noticed something floating in the air. Is this snow? She wondered, outstretching her hand to catch some of the flakes. Her hopes were dashed when one finally landed in her palm, and she noticed the soot coloration. What is this? Ash? She smothered the “flake” into her hand. Yep. Looks like it. Why is it snowing ash? She looked back up at the sky, noticing the ominous grey clouds had covered the entirety of the sky. She was so intent on studying the sky, she nearly ran into a huge billboard. Bringing her thoughts back to the “real world”, she studied the billboard.

The wood of the sign was cracked and warped, showing the telltale signs of old age. No trace of any attempt to restore it was found. The lettering was an offwhite, almost a dirty stained brown, which read: “WELCOME TO SILENT HILL.”

“Well, looks like I made it, though it needs some upkeep, I guess.” Her hand unconsciously reached for her sidearm, just in case. As she continued past the sign, the clouds in the sky had changed, it was as if she was walking into a fog bank. Ok, what the hell is this? Instant fog? She wondered, but kept her pace.

She was to meet her old friend at the hotel, on the border of the town. Why Rachel had picked this place, she had no idea, but it had been almost 20 years since they had seen each other, and Alyssa was unwilling to let an opportunity to see her first real friend for the first time in years go to waste. Seeing the faint outlines of buildings on the close horizon, she jogged toward them, feeling a strange sense of uneasiness about the whole area.

As she got closer to the buildings, a large old wooden one caught her attention. This must be the place Rachel was talking about. The hotel. She opened the door gingerly, unsure if she was allowed to or not. The reception room was empty, cobwebs in the corners, and Alyssa let a small shiver escape. This can't be right. It's deserted! Did she play a prank on me!? She asked herself, feeling panic begin to set deep inside her. She fumbled in her pocket for the letter. Shivering, but managing to read the print, she read it aloud.

“Dearest Alyssa,
I hope you are doing well. I know it's been a long time coming, but I thought you'd like to meet up at Silent Hill for the week. We could catch up on old times. Besides, from what I've heard, you need a vacation pretty bad. Here is a map to reach the town, and I'll be at the hotel in room 369. See you then!
Sincerely,
Rachel”

Room 369. She quickly folded the letter and shoved it back into her tight jeans pocket. The interior of the hotel was dark, and as she began to walk further into the hotel, she found she had to use her flashlight. The cold white illumination did nothing to ease her fears, in fact, she thought the light was helping her mind run away with itself. She found a set of stairs leading up, and took them slowly, unsure of her footing. After a minute of climbing, she managed to reach the third floor, but stopped in her tracks when she thought she heard a noise. Is that..is that an air raid siren? She asked herself, confusion weaving its way into her mind. HOLY SHIT! She practically screamed when she saw the already deteriorated paint of the hotel curl and peel upwards, revealing rust covered hatched walls. “What the fuck?” She whispered, backing against another rust covered wall. “Ok, I'm losing my goddamn mind, I need to find this room and fast.” The sense of urgency overwhelmed her, and she tried to fight the urge of running out, and away as fast as she could, hoping she had just gotten ill and was hallucinating. Off in the distance, the sound of metal on metal rose, the faint sound reaching her ears. Fuck. That can't be good. She noted, and took off down the hallway.

 

[Mayshar]

Stuck in a world of hell and multiple dimensions, the creature no longer knew what was real and what wasnt. It no longer knew if anything was in its own warpped and twisted mind or if it was living out someones elses worst fears. The only thing the creature could do was search for its release, total release.

Time didnt matter to it anymore, feelings didnt matter to it anymore, the only sound it heard was that of a large siren. Only at that time does it even consider real and not real, even if only briefly.

There was the sounds again, the only thing in its life that mattered. It suddenly heard a voice not too far off, sound meant prey. Its instincts took over, all it wanted was to find its release, when was the last time it had release, it cant even fathom.

The truth was, its last release was not that long ago, a simple big city girl had strolled into Silent Hill, and found thier way into his clutches. He remembered nothign of it, every encounter all rolling into one massive dream and hallucination. But she remembered, the girl would never forget, if she was even still alive. What had lead Rachel into the hotel that day was not coincidence, what she had found in room 369 had also not been coincidence...

More noises, the sound, it had to be found. The 7 foot tall figure started to lumber forward, its movements slow and erratic. It wore thick black boots that went all the way up its shins to just under the knees. The legs were covered by a heavy butchers smock. Its color should have been white, but all you could make out was dark red splotches and dirt. It had to be the filthiest piece of cloth in existance and the smell was horrid. It wore thick black rubber gloves on its hands, which seemed to have the fingers fused together making them into nothing but fins or paw like appendages. One of those hands grasped the hilt of a massive, 4 foot great knife, the blade was jagged and rusty, but covered in flesh blood. His chest was bare, the top of the butchers smock pulled down to his waist, revealing a very muscular chest and abdomen. His arms were also quite well built but thin. His head was the most intriguing part, instead of a face, its head was encased in a huge hunk of red metal. You couldnt tell if it was red from the rust, red the dried blood that seemed to cover every inch of its surface, or if it was just naturally that color. Flakes of rust were all over its structre, including the old bolts running along its edges. It resembled a triangle, with a longated front end and tall reachign top. There were no eyes, only a single hole where one could conceive of ther being a mouth.

Its massive knife dragged along the floor as it moved, sending metal on metal scracting sounds echoing thru the hallways of the hotel. It didnt know where it was or where it was going, but it was heading towards the noise, and oddily enough..back towards room 369...

 

[Alyssa]

Alyssa continued to run, still hearing the shrill sound of metal on metal, unsure of what was creating the sound. She didn't care then, her mind screaming at her to leave, to get the hell away from Silent Hill as fast as she could, but the thought of abandoning her friend overwhelmed her instincts, and she continued to run down the hallway, focused on finding and helping her friend. The sounds around her pressed her on, faint echoes of humongous fans, and strange shrill cries permeated the air. Shit, shit shit, she thought, her breath heavy, her eyes looking at the doors she passed. Most of them did not have numbers anymore, just rusted metal. Tears began to form in her eyes, the fear of not finding her friend's room overwhelming her. Rachel, Rachel, I'm coming...we have to get out of here, she thought, sending her prayer out to the uncaring god of the world she was in. Slowing her pace, she looked at the door to her left, large numbers carved into the metal: 369.

“RACHEL! RACHEL! ARE YOU IN THERE?” She yelled, before trying the doorknob. It was unlocked, and she practically fell through it in her haste to get inside. The room was deserted; broken and rotting furniture occupying the main room, along with rusted metal lining the rooms. She could see through them all, thanks to the metal grating that consisted of the walls, and her friend was nowhere to be found.

Alyssa fell to the floor and let out a long, loud wail. She didn't care then who heard her, all she cared about was her missing friend. Despite what she saw through the walls, she tore through room 369, tripping on broken boards and toys, crying out for her friend, searching in vain under whatever she could. She collapsed again in the bedroom, gasping for breath, realizing she was holding it like a child. Tears began to roll down her face, not knowing if her friend was alive or dead, not knowing where exactly she was, not knowing what her friend had done to her.

“Rachel, oh god, Rachel,” she sobbed, trying to catch her breath between each sob. Alyssa muted her sniffles as she heard the grating, metal on metal once again, coming closer. Fuck! I have to get out of here, she thought, as she wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, and carefully standing up. Ripping the handgun from her side, she steadied herself as she quickly moved herself from the bedroom to the living room, and hurriedly exited the room, peering from each side.

 

[Mayshar]

Louder, the noises were louder. Showing no emotion, the rage inside the creature exploded, it MUST HAVE RELEASE. Something caught its attention, something any normal being would have recognized but it saw nothing but a way to release. He slowly reached down and picked up a freshly dead corpse the arms were missing, and so was the head. It was completely naked with marks and scracthes all over, like it had been mutilated. Some of the wounds were still seeping blood, showing it couldnt have been dead but for a few hours.

The creature reached into a large wound on the torsos back, grabbing the spine just above the waistline. Bits and pieces of the flesh hanging from the wound showed off a particular tattoo, what some people would call a "tramp stamp". This design was unique, unique enough that anyone who had known the living girl, Rachel, would recognize that desgin.

The legs flail helpless apart, the creature starts slamming it back into his crotch, like a person with no conception of how to fuck things if he wanted to. All it can think of is release, and how to get it. The sensation does virtually nothing, but the act alone gives the creature brief solace. Then the scream, more noises. Mumbled grunts and moans start to reverberate out of the metal casing as it once again starts to lumber forward.

It turns the corner of the hallway and sees something moving, somethign blonde poking its head out of a doorway. Carnal instincts and desire take over as it begins to focus on only one thing. It jerks violently, like it was being electrocuted, but then resumed its lumber forward, now with a target.

 

[Alyssa]

SHIT! What the FUCK is that?! She wanted to scream, but quickly covered her own mouth, unsure if it had heard her, or seen her. Alyssa wanted to vomit from just looking at the creature. Blood smeared everywhere, a metal chassis for a head...was he fucking a corpse just then?! Suddenly the creature jerked...and headed right towards her. Oh...oh God, no! The voice in her head screamed at her. Hide! Go anywhere but here! It screamed in her head, but her only way out was passing the creature. Looking below his strangely well muscled chest, her eyes widened in horror when she saw the rusted, jagged, bloody “knife” he held. What did I get myself into? Rachel...Rachel...why? The tears she tried to repress came back, and she ran back into the room, trying to find a place to hide. Alyssa tried to keep silent as she searched, hoping the...thing...would give up and seek a new target. She wanted to scream in frustration as all of her avenues were cut off, or non existent.

“Why me?” She whispered, still searching, refusing to give up. Recalling an old video game she had played when she was younger, she found a set of closet doors, and quickly hid in them, trying to muffle the tears she was fighting a losing battle against. She prayed that the creature would not find her, she didn't dare think of what would happen if he had found her only hiding place. She whimpered softly as she recalled the long, rusty knife the thing had wielded, afraid of the damage it could do. Huddling into a corner, she shut her eyes and pretended she was back at home, to Hell with Rachel! She wanted t be back home, watching Ugly Betty and drinking copious amounts of wine, not stuck in a sanity altering town!

 

[Mayshar]

Showing no signs of acknowledgment or notice, the creature continued to stalk down the hallway, the torso still pounding into its crotch over and over. Its large knife catches on the walls and junk in the hallway as it moves along. It just continutes to walk, dragging the shit along with it and tearing through the debris.

It stopped as it got to the doorway, but didnt look into the room. Suddenly it convulsed again, more drastic then the last time, dropping the torso on the floor right in the doorway. Slowly it turned to face the room, and lumbered itself over the corpse. Anyone watching the scene couldnt help but notice from the side view, its huge disgusting cock from underneath the smock. The girth and length of that fuckstick was fitting for a creature of this size, and it pushed the smock away enough that it revealed quite a bit.

As it got into the room, he seemed to scan around as if it was looking for something, but didnt know what or where it was. The moans and grunst from under the massive triangle shaped helmet seemed to get louder, as if it new what it wanted was close by.

 

[Alyssa]

Shit, shit shit, SHIT, the mantra repeated in her head.

She didn't dare move a muscle. She was able to peer through some bits of broken board, and saw the creature enter the room. Please, oh, Gods, please, just leave...I'm not here, she prayed frantically. Clinging to the belief that he couldn't see her, thus could not find her, she shifted slightly, making sure she was not heard. Biting her lip to keep her wails nonexistent, she continued to peer through the broken board. Her breath caught in her throat when the thing turned, the outline of his apparently erect cock standing out. What the hell? A necrophiliac...thing... she thought, disgusted. The size of it made her physically ill, and she had to try very hard to not gag, and thus reveal her location.

Why had Rachel led her into such a godforsaken place? She shifted quietly, feeling her left leg beginning to fall asleep. “Ffff,” she muttered, her mind filled with several obscenities as she tried to ignore the painful tingling in her leg. Alyssa's eyes grew wide, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, realizing her whimpers of annoyance and pain were not in her head, but muttered out loud. Fuuu...I hope it didn't hear that, she prayed. Looking around, she cursed herself silently for making the dumbest move ever: trapping herself. She had nowhere to go if it...he...found her.

 

[Mayshar]

He seemed steady and calm as it surveyed the room. The sounds in the clost however did not go unnoticed, and he suddenly trned towards the door. The massive knife swept back and came crashing towards the closet door. His entire body shook violently again as the blade came down, seeming to add more force to the blow which tore into the door of the closet. The jagged blade severed the door clean down to the floor and sunk into the rotten wood of the closet floor. With the size of the blade and speed in which the attack came, its unlikely anything inside would have escaped unharmed, and maybe injured enough to lose any ability to make a run for it.

That what the intention of the strike was anyway, but it wanted to be sure as it ripped the weapon from the floor, sending up splinters of rot and blood into the small confined space. It swung the blade again, this time sideways, breaking through thw walls surrounding the door and embedding itself deep.

The creature being this close, reveales the rotten smell quite drastically, and its pale skin was a horrid sight to witness. Its erection seemed to remain constant, as the grunts from the helmet got louder.

 

[Alyssa]

Alyssa's heart rate increased suddenly as she saw the thing turn towards her hiding spot. What have I done? She wondered, frozen with fear. Her eyes widened as she saw its arm move, readying a strike at her hiding spot. Curling into a ball, she managed to hide most of her body from the impact, except her right leg, which had been caught by the tip of the blade. She screamed in pain, forgetting her hiding place, as she watched her leg go from a white to a deadly blood red, as it seeped from her deep wound.

“DON'T!” she continued to scream, her heart beating like an old war drum, and panic began to work its way outward.

Alyssa knew she could not walk with an injury that deep, but also knew she had no time to put a tourniquet around it to control the bleeding. Focused on her survival, she tried to crawl her way out of the closet, away from certain death.

“P...please...,” she whimpered, feeling the sting of new-found tears erupt from her eyes and stream down her face. “I'll give you the rest of my money, please...just...,” she cried out in pain, feeling that the cut from the creature's knife went a lot deeper than she had initially thought. “G...god, just...just let me make it stop bleeding,” she pleaded with the creature, and reached up to her shirt to grab the sleeve, and ripped it, making an amateur tourniquet.

She continued to move away from the hulking beast, trailing blood where her leg had been. I'm going to die... I'm going to fucking die! The voice in her head screamed at her again as she let the silent tears become heavy sobs of fear and pain. I'm such a god damned idiot! She silently yelled at herself, trying to keep the distance between her and the beast. She refused to look anywhere past his feet, though, deathly afraid. She caught the scent of him shortly, and gagged, almost vomiting on her lap. Her whimpers increased tenfold as she tried to tie the tourniquet on her severely injured leg. “L...Leave me alone!” she shouted, feeling a strange sense of defiance, the sense one gets when they know they've been cornered.

 

[Mayshar]

Finally coming to realize its victim, the massive man-creature leaves the blade stuck in the wall and lumbers after Alyssa. The slow moving thuds the only sound in the room, save for her screams. A snake like tongue darts out of the single hole of the large metal contraption on its head. It flails around needlessly, searching for a target.

Once the beast lumbers close enough, the tendril takes aim and shoots into her lower leg, pinning Alyssa to the floor. Ooze, puss, and only god knows what else drops from the long foul tentacle. It keeps her pinned to the ground, but its body flips and twists all over, rubbing up against her as if its feeling what its caught.

Groans of what now could be consider lust echo out of the pyramid shaped head.

 

[Alyssa]

Alyssa screams in pain and fright as the beast shoots a strange looking tentacle-thing around her leg.

“What the FUCK!” She screams and cries out, her heart slamming against her chest. “Stop, please...please I'll give you all the money I have...let me go home..,” she whimpers, as invisible sobs of agony and desperation wrack her body. Trying to wriggle away, she finds her whole body stuck, because of the disgusting tentacle wrapped around her leg. Oh fuck... oh fuckin' God, what...what?! Her thoughts coalesce into massive obscenities and curses of life, of the thing that has her leg, licking her, exploring her.

“LET GO OF ME!” she screams again as she tries to fight the horrendous creature that has her. Her face is moist from her tears, and she has to stop momentarily to catch her breath. “Please,” she pleads, trying to beg the monstrosity in front of her.

Alyssa continues to struggle against the strange grip of the tongue, trying to find a sharp object to cut it. Finding a bit of broken board from the creature's initial assault of the closet, she jams and pins it against the floor.

“Fuck you!” She cries out and worms her way back toward a wall, and quickly ties the strip of cloth to her leg, cutting off the bleeding. Her heart rate will not slow, however, and she tries to find an object to lift herself up from, blind to everything but escape.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature, which has no care for money or sobs, hardly reacts as its "tongue" is cut and slammed intot he ground. It retracts it back into the metal home from wince it came, hardly a whimper is heard from the mask. Its head turns sideways as its body is wracked with yet another convulsion, limbs shaking violently.

Once the attack stops, it continues towards Alyssa, its motivation not stalled and its quest not over. It kneels down as it gets close to her, close enough to grab her by the top of her head, its fingerless hand wrapping around as much hair as it can grab. It lifts her up to her knees with ease, its strength unimagintive.

Some kind of clear liquid begins to drip fomr the hole in the mask, where the tentacle came from before. It falls down onto her face and runs down her cheek onto her breast. The beast starts convulsing again as it grabs ahold of its own butchers smock and yanks the covering away.

The massive beast cock, with hair and stubble running up and down the shaft now stares right into Alyssa's face, the smell coming from his member much worse then the rest of his body. His previous victims blood, fluids stil lingering on the never washed cock.

 

[Alyssa]

She cries out as he lifts her by her hair, then suddenly vomits as everything hits her, the clear viscous fluid, the rancid smell of the beast's enormous cock...Weak from emptying her stomach's contents, she struggles vainly against the powerful grip of the creature.

“Ugh...let...go of me...please...please?” she cries, trying to wipe the fluid from her face, and turns her head to avoid looking at his dirtied cock. “Don't...please...don't...” she whimpers, shutting her eyes tight, hoping that she was just having a terrible nightmare. As she closes her eyes, her head spins from blood loss, and she begins to dry heave, unable to clear her mouth from the taste of her vomit, and the smell from the thing permeating her senses still. She struggles again, moving her hands to the hand he grips her hair with and starts clawing, trying to pry his fingers from her hair.

“Let...ungh... me...go...”Alyssa fights plaintively, losing her grip on reality and her last reserves of strength. It can't be like this...no...please... she whispers to herself, feeling the last of her strength leave.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature, seeming to sense its prey now with nowhere to go, is unable to control its lust any longer. A dark fluid leaks out of the tip of its cock as it inches closer to her face. Not bothering to line up for the mouth, or even caring how it affects the toy it holds in its hand, it starts thrusting its pelvis repeatadly, his cock smakcing into her face all over. It hits her eye, her nose, pokes her cheek. It hits the side of her mouth and as it does it seems to find a target for its weapon and keeps slamming it near the same loction, all around her mouth. The wetness from her sobbing and the warmth of her lips giving it a clue as to where it should stick its digusting cock.

Its grip on her hair seems to tighten as it pokes again and again around her mouth, eventually getting the tip inside past the teeth for the first time. Once the cock felt mouth, there was no going back, it began to slam itself home again and again. The head going thru the vomit left in her and past her tonsils down her throat. The creature obviously had no remorse for the victims pain, or discomfort, it was a beast with only one thought...release.

 

[Alyssa]

Alyssa gagged once more as the thing shoved its rancid cock in her mouth and down her throat, drowning out her cries and pleas.

Moving her arms and hands up to his thighs, she tried to shove her face from his uncaring, vile, fast thrusting monster cock. Too weak to do any damage, he continued to thrust in her mouth, and tears continued to pour down her face. What did I do to deserve this? She asked herself, cursing herself repeatedly. A thought entered her mind though, Bite. Bite it hard, and she obeyed, sinking her teeth into the disgusting degraded flesh of the creature, hoping it would buy her time to escape.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature jerked as her teeth bite down on his cock, the pure size and muscle of it prevented her teeth from severing anything, but they sunk into flesh and drew blood, or what was maybe blood. Reacting instintivly the creature pulled hear head up away from his cock and backhanded her with tremendous force. Alyssa went flyrhing thru the air, catched the jagged edge of his blade still stuck in the wall.

Whatever the wounds on her flesh might be, she had to be more concerned by the fact that it had caught and ripped her shirt and bra nearly off. The pieces of clothing barely clung to her body, most likely only held on by blood. Though lumbering and slow, the creature was upon her almost right after she landed, and grabbed her hair once again.

Holding her up dazed and confused, it once again shoved its now bleeding cock into her mouth. This time knowing exactly where to put it, as if by muscle memory it couldnt ever forget ever again. It pumped with awesome force, knocking her head back with heach thrust, his hairy cock going so deep into her mouth and throat that her nose kept hitting him on his powerful abdomen muscles.

He pulled out for a moment, and lifted her higher, as if realizing there were more interesting things going on. It grabbed the remains of her shirt and ripped them off, as well as any flesh that may have been clinging to the cloth. His rubber gloved hand reaches over and squeezes one breast, using all of his strength, as if he doesnt know. Then he slams her back on the ground, and resumes the violation of her throat. The involuntary clenching of her throat muslces with each thrust, fueling him to pump ever harder.

 

[Alyssa]

Her breath escaped from her lungs quickly as she hit the knife and then the wall. She whimpered softly as the pain from her face and her back caught up with her, and weakly looked down. The tears that had been falling down in a slow, steady stream fall faster from the pain as she looks at her now ragged clothes, just like her life, hanging by threads.

“P...lea...,” she managed to say before the creature rammed his disgusting cock back into her mouth. She shut her eyes tight, as he continued to ram into her face, only opening her eyes as she feels his cock finally removed from her mouth. She dry heaves several times, unable to get the taste from her mouth, but screams out as he rips her top off, digging in and removing chunks of flesh.

Her screams continue, crying in pain, “Stop,oh god, you're... you're killing me...please...” as if he actually understood her, the breath in her lungs is expelled quickly as he slams her back on the ground. As soon as she hits, his cock is back in her mouth and she gags once more, trying to get some kind of breath, to escape the horrid scent of blood, semen and death that emanates from his phallus.

 

[Mayshar]

The moans and groans that escape the mask around the creatures head could be described as horrific as its manpole bruises the back of her throat over and over. It seems to go on forever, its thrusts coming in and heavy without mercy. Then eventually it has what might be called an orgasim as the body convulses strongly, the vibrations of his cock slamming her head around. More of the vile liquid pours out of his tube and runs down her throat, it has no where else to go.

Though thoughts of relief might cross her mind, the creature isnt even remotely finished. It removes its cock from her mouth long enough to cup both sides of her head and lift her by the ears off of the ground. It takes her over to a half way broken table by a barred window which looks out over the ash covered court of the motel outside.

The beasts throws her back against the table, letting her slide down until just her head rests on the edge. He grabs both sides of her head again and pushes back inside her mouth once more, her neck pushed back against the table as he stands over her tits.

The position is quite painful, her neck carrying the brunt of nearly every thrust. Its naked ass cheeks rub up against the top of her tits and it suddenly stops thrusting. He takes a step back and reaches down to her boobs, grabbing one in each hand and lifting her upwards until they are at a perfect height for his cock. Her lower back crashes into the edge of the table as the disgusting penis pokes and slams its way around her breasts, trying to find something it likes.

Shear dumb luck lets it finally shove the cock inbetween her large smooth breasts, his hands coincidently holding them together as it uses them for leverage to thrust itself further upon her.

 

[Alyssa]

Alyssa chokes on the fluid that shoots from the terrible rod forced into her throat. As he removes it from her mouth, she immediately vomits it back up, her eyes glazed over, but still trying to fight his grip.

“S..top...,” she says dejectedly, half understanding he will not listen. She cries out sharply as the creature slams her into the desk, feeling her cut up back fall against one of the legs.”oh...it hurts..” she whimpers. Her sobs continue, but her tear ducts have run out, and she is left with no tears, just her ragged breath and exposed flesh. As she tries to catch her breath, the thing's calloused, filthy hands grip her ears and she screams again, a new pain registering in her shattering mind.

“Gods...make it stop,” she pleads, the desk again slamming into her back, crying from the pain of his disgusting gloved hands as he starts thrusting between her breasts. At least it's not in your mouth again... the voice whispers in her mind. She takes her uninjured leg and tries to kick him away from her. “G..Get off me, you fuckin' freak,” she whispers, her voice raspy from his cock and her stomach acid.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature seems to almost let her push him away, his pelvis still thrusting like a dog after it dismounts a bitch. But as her leg gets fully extended one of his hands grab her ankle and lifts her off of the ground, holding her aloft. As she hangs in front of him, the front end of the triangle casing turns to the left, then slowly to the right. It moves in for a closer look at her breasts, as if studying them, them moves down to her crotch.

He almost seems to be sniffing..though its making no noises. The tentacle snakes its way out of the hole in the front once again, and slides its way up her leg into her crotch. The tip begins rubbing and push right on her pussy, as if probing it for answers. His free hand reaches up slowly and grabs her pants by the waist, then jerks everything off in one motion. The yank was quite jarring, but thats nothing to her realization she now hangs in front of this insatiable demond completely naked.

The tongue like appendage spins around in the air, then begins searchign her body, as if taking inventory. It first heads back to her pussy, dry and not aroused in anyway. The creature spins her like a weather vain and lets the tongue play with her asshole a bit, testing its elasticity. She is spun around again to face him, the tongue slithering its way up her stomach and over her breasts.

It wraps its self around one breast likea boa constrictor, and shoves its tip into her mouth. It begins to pump like a cock of its own, the ooze and drool acting as a self lubricating sex toy. Still holding her aloft by a single foot, her injured leg dangles, leaving her cunt wide open for punishment. As he cock rages towards her, his aim is still off and he sticks her around the pelvis hard. Once, the tip slipping into her asshole, but quickly back out and finding her slit. Once inside, the creature has yet another shaking fit, working its like almost like a vibrator , the sensation on her clit forcing her body to react and provide its own wetness. Then his thrusts resume with there unnatural relentlessness, her young twat becoming his newest violation.

 

[Alyssa]

“NO!” She screams out, as he investigates her holes and her breasts. “Oh god, no! Please...” She whimpers and struggles with a newly found energy, trying to keep him away from the rest of her.

“No, no...nononono!” She screams louder and struggles against his grip and the tentacled mass that rubs around her. Her screams are cut off as the mass thrusts itself into her mouth, making her gag again, as the pus oozes into her mouth and down her throat. Why can't I just die now? She asks herself, before he starts slapping his hard, disgusting cock around her slit.

Oh god no...no! She cries again, whimpering and shivering, still slightly weak from her injuries. The leg cut somehow reopens from her struggling, regardless of her tourniquet, and she feels herself become dizzy from blood loss once more. The pain is increased as the disgusting phallus finds it's true direction and slams into her tight, barely wet cunt. “NO!” she cries, his strange motion vibrating against her, her cunt unwillingly providing lubrication for the hellish cock that thrusts inside her.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature seems to find new fervor as it finally locates a perfect hole. A perfect place for its release. His pelvis starts to thrust faster then a normal man would be able to muster, the massive cock pounding into Alyssa's cervix and spreading her muscles wider then ever before. The creature continues to convulse every now and then, as if making sure the cunt stays wet enough for his cock to maximize its continous thrusting.

The tentacle snakes its way around her second breast, now squeezing both with great force as its head continues to pump deep into her throat. Over and over it slams into her tonsils and the back of her esophagus.

His free hand reaches down and grabs her injured dangling leg, spreading her like a wishbone. It pulls its arms out as wide as it can go, giving its dick as much space as possible to continue to destroy her cunt.

 

[Alyssa]

She grunts and gasps for air between thrusts from his rancid tongue-thing, never having the time to scream in agony and fear. Continuing to fight, she tries to claw the “tongue”, to pry it off her, but the pain from all over her body overwhelms and oppresses her. Why? Nng...why..me? She wondered, feeling her tears run out, her body wanting to just give up.

She couldn't do a thing except for try to scream, even with the tongue down her throat, when it moved her severely injured leg. Pain shot through her whole being; freezing every muscle in her for a few seconds, and once it passed, she realized how far back her legs were. She tried to mouth “St..stop, please..,” but the thing ignored her and continued it's assault on her slit, she whimpered as she kept feeling his tip smash inside her viciously. She wanted to pass out, her vision briefly going dim, but quickly returning.

 

[Mayshar]

The creature seemed to take no pleasure in what is was doing, but continued thru the motions like a demon possessed. The tongue appendage came out of her mouth and let go of he breasts, but just long enough to wrap itself around her throat a few times, then shoving itself back into her mouth. It lifted her up into the air letting her look directly at the pyramid shaped casing covering its head.

His hands stayed firmly around her ankles, keeping her legs as far apart as possible as she now hung upright in front of the beast. Her sore breasts bouncing up and down as each vicious thrust guaranteed she would never have children, even if she somehow managed to survive. She rose and fell with great force, her eyes looking right at the rusted mask. There were no features, nothing human save for the single hole that seemed to act as a mouth for its tentacle.

Ooze and puss dripped from the opening, and moans and grunts escaped leaving the possibility maybe something human-like was inside. Suddenly it started to shake violently, continuing much longer then the previous episodes had been. Though her mind on much else at this time, Alyssa couldnt ignore the sensation the assault had on her clit. Before too long, liquid shot from the creatures cock, filling up her pussy with so much foul bile that it splashed out of her cunt and ran all down her legs. The creatures own cock was covered in the gunk as it pulled out of her, splashing more of its own liquid and hers all over her chest as she dropped to the ground in front of the beast. It stood still for a moment, its cock not quite as rigid as it had been. It turned towards its massive knife still stuck in the wall, Alyssa's blood dripping from the blade. With one grab and yank, it came free and was hoisted over its shoulder.

It turned towards the fallen, broken girl and stood still again for a moment, prepared to strike. Then as if it lost interest, it turned and made a lumbering step or two towards the door.

 

[Alyssa]

No! No! Her voice kept screaming, the only thing that really could at the time. She gasped for air when the thing's tongue removed itself from her throat, but lost most of it again when it came around her throat. Things got hazy for her then, but she could not forget the sight of the things “face”, a pure rusted, bloody metal contraption that resembled a pyramid. The absolute horror that entered her soul then was wholly unbearable and she was swept into sweet darkness soon after, unknowing of the monster's orgasm within her.

Her sight came back to her shortly after hearing a sharp crack of wood breaking. She let out a silent scream when she felt the vile fluid seeping out between her legs. Her head was swimming, the traces of a killer headache coming to her from the lack of oxygen. A flash caught her vision as she witnessed the thing with his nightmarish huge knife standing over her, ready to deliver the final blow. This was what she hoped for when it began, and now that the being had taken what it wanted, she could get hers too... A soft whimper escaped her lips as the thing, instead of killing her, turned and left her. Please, just fucking kill me...why am I not dead!? Where are you going! Echoed in her mind, filled with despair, lost hope, and anger.