You walk over to the bush. It is shaking wildly and you can hear moans coming from it.
“Who is it?” you as the bush, trying not to give away any of your fear to whatever is in there from your voice.
Suddenly, a beautiful blonde bursts from the bush and lands at your feet. She is dirty, sweaty, bruised, and has only tatters of clothing, none of which are covering any of her modesty. In fact, she has one of her hands buried over half way into her swollen and bleeding pussy. She looks to be in a lot of pain.
“Please help!” she pleads, shuddering in spasms occasionally.
“Who are you?” you ask as you kneel down to calm the poor woman.
“M-my name is… is Hannah Dar- ah oh god help- *pant* Darby. I came with a group to stop a great ev-vil.”
“What happened to you, and where is Amy?
“We entered the Dun- Dungeon together. We tried to fight through the creatures inside, but inside…” You can see she is very scared and has trouble even talking about it. She gets a glassy look in her eyes and stops trembling as much. “The Dungeon is alive. It changes and consumes. There are doors inside that lead to all kinds of places. They’re like pocket dimensions with individual horrors in every one. There are four others in the group besides me and Amy: Candice, Regina, Linda, and Sarah. Each one was separated as we tried to hurry through to the Demon Lord. I don’t know what horrors each one is going through now, but I remember Amy felt she was almost to the Demon Lord. We follow her feelings. She was always right.”
A huge spasm shoots through her, cutting off her story and lifting the trance.
“What about you?”
“I was cu-cu-cursed by a demon. I battle it in a s-s-sex battle and lllost. *pant* I may have died in there if A-Amy hadn’t gotten me out of there before the demon recovered. I Made my way out as best I could, but I’m so horny now and it’s getting worse and I know I won’t recover unless the Demon Lord is defeated and oh my god!” Her hips buck violently, burying her hand further.
“Okay, I’ll go and save the others and defeat the Demon Lord.”
As you turn to the door, Hannah grabs your leg. “Please,” she pleads, “I need it. I need it now!”
“Need what?”
“I need you to…”
“Need me to…”
“…to fuck me! I need it. Fuck me now! It hurts. I need release. I need fucking. Please, for the love of god, fuck me!”
You need to get going, but you don’t want to leave her in this state. |