The creature, had it a facial structure or a taste in women, would have smiled in delight. Alair had beautiful smooth legs and a tight figure, skin clutching the bone tightly in several attractive areas, while retaining its youthful bulge in others. The parasite's bulbous body managed to crawl towards her knees, and increased its pace as it neared her vagina, smelling her scent mixed in the water.
Alair smiled as she began to thoroughly cleanse her arms and chest with a bar of soap, enjoying the feeling of purging dirt from her pores. She began to hum a light tune to herself as she began to run the bar down her legs, lifting one from the water. Content with her right leg, she lifted up her left, causing her to stare in shock at a black blob that was MOVING in her bath.
Shrieking in fright, she lept out of the water screaming, "A rat! A rat!"
Not expecting anyone to run to her aid, she quickly ran out of the bathroom and retrieved a large boom, prepared to flog the filthy creature until it ran or died.
Bracing herself, she reluctantly returned to the room, her creamy pale skin still glissening from the water.
She cautiously peered into the tub, seeing nothing in the murky pool, she ran the end of the broom through the water like a stirring pot, hoping to get it to jump out or flee.
She never noticed as a slimy gelentenous creature crept up behind her, snaking its way up towards the top of the protruding sink. Satisfied with the height difference, the bending form of Alair jumped shrieked again.
"What the--" Alair's thoughts were swimming. The rat was... it was... clinging to her vagina. "Dear God," she had never been so disgusted in her life. A rough shudder broke through her system as her body paralyzed in fear. The rat began to crawl up INTO her.
Regaining her senses, she hastily retrieved the broomstick and began to hesistantly pound the blunt edge into her.
This only made her problem worse though, as she only managed to accomplish exactly as the aomeba desired. She felt sick. She could feel it inside of her, twitching and moving deeper and deeper into her. She felt her hymn break, and a drop of blood fell from her lips. The overwhelming pain brought her to her knees, and ceased jamming the broom handle into her.
Several long seconds passed and she recovered. She could no longer feel the thing inside of her but feared for the worst. |