A Broken Plaything

It was three days before the police organized a search party. Three days before they finally took her from that hellish nightmare. Three days that she spent as a plaything for the creatures…

Everyone knew the stories of course. How the long-abandoned complex had once been a prison hospital for the criminally insane, where inhuman experiments were carried out on the inmates, turning them into grotesque monstrosities. That’s just what they were though… stories. Her friends said she had gone into the grounds on a dare, and when she still hadn’t emerged hours later, they’d assumed she had chickened out and crept home. The truth was far worse…

It wasn’t hard for the police to find her – they just had to follow the animalistic screams and howls. As they burst through the doors of a secluded ward, the scene was illuminated by the light of one officer’s torch. Half-a-dozen creatures surrounded the hapless girl, all of them turning to bare needle-like fangs and baleful red eyes at the intruders. One used the girl’s limply-hanging arms as handholds to forcefully bury itself deep into her rear, like a beast would mount a mate (which was not far from the truth). Another stood upright in front of her, its clawed and elongated hand clasping her head as though it was disciplining a pet. As the creature took a step back and turned to observe the interlopers, it’s knobbled member slid from the girl’s mouth with a wet, sticky sound.

The girl herself was a mess; the creatures had clearly taken turns with her leaving not a moment's respite, and her naked body was coated in three days and nights worth of semen, saliva, and sweat. Ropes of jizz clung to her matted hair and bared breasts, dribbles of saliva and cum ran from the corners of her open mouth, and mascara-stained-tears streaked down her cheeks to mix with the glops of spunk splattered across her face. Thick streams of fluids overflowed and dripped from every orifice to coalesce in puddles beneath her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as though slipping into a dream. She seemed totally unaware of the interruption to her ordeal, as though all sense of anything else had been thoroughly fucked out of her. As if to cement this very notion, a low muttering could be heard from her lips: “Please… more... please... fuck… cum… more… fuck... please…. more….”

I've always been fascinated by horror-themed stuff and "bad endings" where the good guys lose/bad guys win. Monsters, aliens, "things that go bump in the night", the refusal ending from Mass Effect 3 (or any ending from ME3 for that matter), that kinda' stuff.

I also like porn. This is the horrifying offspring all of those things mashed together.