to take care of me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A day goes by.
I’m still alone, twisting my nipples and masturbating with forks, staring down at my cunt, my cunt wide open staring back at me, something crawling twitching inside of there. And something crawls in the room with me, Tuma’s pet snail-jellyfish-trumpet, taking to the carpeting, slitherings, burns a blood-scab wound onto its belly a bath of milk and squid fat rubbing into the carpet fibers, across the room.
"Where are the others?" I ask the pet, but it continues across the carpeting, into the kitchen, into the machine Celsia’s baby came out of, to return to the womb and never come back out.
Outside, there is a rumbling-wind, rumbling-rumbling-rumbling, growling too, rumble-growling. And it grows louder but I’m not quite sure what it is, where it comes from. Outside, it is cold and blank. Nothing is there but rumble-growling, which can not be seen, something coming this way from over the hills.
I feel alone no longer.
I want to be alone again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
A couple hours pass and the rumble-growling fades, but I am not quite sure why how what. And the outside is too dark for me to see now, the light bulb in the room glaring the window when I try to look through. I’m blind to whatever it was that rumble-growled but it is not blind to me.
Upon the wall, the wall straight ahead from where I’ve been sitting for hours at a time, I see shifting and dripping. My head jerks to see it there -- though I am unsure whether it has just now appeared or if it has always been there and I’ve never had the chance to notice -- a giant cunt, much bigger than mine, much bigger than Celsia’s or any one of the cunts on the Sister’s flesh. It’s as big as a doorway, just pulsating/dripping there on the wall, breathing deeply and quivering at me.
My hands can’t stop themselves, they pull me up to its lips, go right inside. Smooth-oozing along the inner walls and the edge of its plastic-flesh mouth, a rising of scented steam warming the space between my breasts. It is like the giant cunt is calling me to fuck it. My arms traveling deeper inside, up to the shoulders so that my breasts and mouth can rub against its squirmy affection.
And then I feel my legs go in without my permission. Stepping inside, until my whole lower half is bathing within the giant cunt, and it begins to fuck me. The wall begins shifting around me, fucking my body and I try to fuck back but I am so small and weak compared to it.
It frantic-fucks me, plunges me deeper inside of it, up to my chest to my waist, to my chest to my waist, to my face to my chest, to my face to my chest, gasping for air, rubbing my breasts and cocks against its wet sides, until the cunt swallows me whole, squeezing its lips together to suck me deep inside, cumming all around me, spastic orgasm like it is trying to break me in half, but it stops moving, breathing deeply. Its walls still pressing me deep inside, holding me in here like a prisoner.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Eventually the giant vagina gets irritated and spits my body out onto the kitchen floor, my meat soggy and covered with goo-slime, and my warm sticky coating turns freezing cold once the draft hits, squatting down into a ball to warm my breasts with my knees.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
From the other room I hear a rolling sound, marbles rolling across concrete, and then I see them. Eight or nine milk-white marbles rolling in my direction, some as large as grapefruit some as small as grapes.
No, they
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A day goes by.
I’m still alone, twisting my nipples and masturbating with forks, staring down at my cunt, my cunt wide open staring back at me, something crawling twitching inside of there. And something crawls in the room with me, Tuma’s pet snail-jellyfish-trumpet, taking to the carpeting, slitherings, burns a blood-scab wound onto its belly a bath of milk and squid fat rubbing into the carpet fibers, across the room.
"Where are the others?" I ask the pet, but it continues across the carpeting, into the kitchen, into the machine Celsia’s baby came out of, to return to the womb and never come back out.
Outside, there is a rumbling-wind, rumbling-rumbling-rumbling, growling too, rumble-growling. And it grows louder but I’m not quite sure what it is, where it comes from. Outside, it is cold and blank. Nothing is there but rumble-growling, which can not be seen, something coming this way from over the hills.
I feel alone no longer.
I want to be alone again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
A couple hours pass and the rumble-growling fades, but I am not quite sure why how what. And the outside is too dark for me to see now, the light bulb in the room glaring the window when I try to look through. I’m blind to whatever it was that rumble-growled but it is not blind to me.
Upon the wall, the wall straight ahead from where I’ve been sitting for hours at a time, I see shifting and dripping. My head jerks to see it there -- though I am unsure whether it has just now appeared or if it has always been there and I’ve never had the chance to notice -- a giant cunt, much bigger than mine, much bigger than Celsia’s or any one of the cunts on the Sister’s flesh. It’s as big as a doorway, just pulsating/dripping there on the wall, breathing deeply and quivering at me.
My hands can’t stop themselves, they pull me up to its lips, go right inside. Smooth-oozing along the inner walls and the edge of its plastic-flesh mouth, a rising of scented steam warming the space between my breasts. It is like the giant cunt is calling me to fuck it. My arms traveling deeper inside, up to the shoulders so that my breasts and mouth can rub against its squirmy affection.
And then I feel my legs go in without my permission. Stepping inside, until my whole lower half is bathing within the giant cunt, and it begins to fuck me. The wall begins shifting around me, fucking my body and I try to fuck back but I am so small and weak compared to it.
It frantic-fucks me, plunges me deeper inside of it, up to my chest to my waist, to my chest to my waist, to my face to my chest, to my face to my chest, gasping for air, rubbing my breasts and cocks against its wet sides, until the cunt swallows me whole, squeezing its lips together to suck me deep inside, cumming all around me, spastic orgasm like it is trying to break me in half, but it stops moving, breathing deeply. Its walls still pressing me deep inside, holding me in here like a prisoner.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Eventually the giant vagina gets irritated and spits my body out onto the kitchen floor, my meat soggy and covered with goo-slime, and my warm sticky coating turns freezing cold once the draft hits, squatting down into a ball to warm my breasts with my knees.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
From the other room I hear a rolling sound, marbles rolling across concrete, and then I see them. Eight or nine milk-white marbles rolling in my direction, some as large as grapefruit some as small as grapes.
No, they
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