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Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

Her pulse was in overdrive as she felt it pounding in her chest. She let out a scream when he ripped through her nightgown, but her scream sounded more like a wounded animal through her fright.. As she looked up she could see the huge werewolves fangs glistening white in the moonlight... it looked like drool hung from his lips as he looked down at her helpless body underneath him massive weight. She closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable as she was sure the huge beast was going to rip her throat out with those huge fangs of his... Then suddenly she let out a shocked and frightened scream when she felt his nuzzle push up against her panties... she could feel his hot breath through the thin fabric of her underpants as she heard him take a deep breath of her scent. Through her fear she couldn't help but feel embarrassed by this crude violation of her privets while he moved his snout back and forth along the outline of her slit through her panties. Under her panties her skin was soft and sensitive waxed smooth.
Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

Ryan raised his head from between Megans legs and hungrily gazed down upon her female figure. Her musky feminine scent inflamed the werewolfs already heightened state of sexual arousal and his mind was now completely overtaken with lust for the buxom blonde lying beneath him on the wet grass. Ignoring her frightened screams, the sex-crazed werewolf proceeded to tear apart the rest of the night gown from her body. With a low menacing growl, Ryan then ran the pointed claws of his fingers lightly across the blondes chest, over her pink bra, down her flat stomach and further still, over the front of her panties and down between her thighs. While he did this, Ryans other hand went to her chest. He used his sharp claws to rip away her bra, freeing her ample-sized breasts and casting the tattered remnants aside. With both hands, Ryan took hold of both her breasts and fondled them roughly. As he squeezed, gripped and handled them somewhat harshly, he leaned down and alternated between sucking and lapping at her tits with his long broad tongue, using the tip of it to flick at her nipples. Soon, Megans chest became slippery wet as he continued to slather her breasts with his werewolf saliva. After some time, Ryans mouth and tongue moved up to her neck. By now, the werewolf was laying on top of her. Raindrops fell intermittently on the back of his massive muscular frame as it began to sprinkle lightly, suggesting another downpour was imminent. One hand traveled from her breast down to the triangle between her legs where he began rubbing her pussy over her panties. Ryan snarled and breathed heavily into her ear as he pressed his mouth and nose against the side of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, further whetting his sexual appetite.
Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

She lay frozen in terror, feeling his razor sharp claws as they slowly moved down her supple body. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath until she was startled when his claw sliced through her bra releasing the creamy soft round globes of her breasts. Her nipples where stiff and pink from the trembling tension. She tried to stifle her gasp of fright.. afraid to even make a noise for fear it might aggravate the beast even more. She shuddered and let out a breath when she felt his mouth move down to her breasts. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to rip through her chest. Her breasts heaving with each rapped and frightened breath as her nipples grew even more taunt in the beasts mouth.. she could feel his fangs as they dragged across the sensitive tips of her nipples as she let out a tiny whimper and squirmed under the huge beast. Her entire body shuddered as she instinctively tried to bring one knee together to block his roving hands but his strong body that lay between her legs was blocking her attempt to cover herself and stop his hands from rubbing her sex through her panties. She felt drops land on her face as first she though the huge werewolf was drooling but then she realized it was ran hitting her face while the wolf had his face buried against her neck.. she could hear it sniffing and breathing .. his breath hot and panting in her ear... her attempts to struggle free where feeble at best under his strong grip.
Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

Ryan sat up and using his claws, swiftly tore away the blondes panties leaving her completely and utterly naked. After forcefully spreading her smooth creamy thighs apart, the rabid werewolf then went down on her, sniffing and lapping hungrily at her pussy with his large tongue like the horny dog he was. Ryan was insatiable and with his sexual appetite at its peak, he sat up once more and leered down at the nubile blonde, saliva and pussy juice dripping from his tongue as it hung down from his steaming open mouth. Bright flashes of lightning intermittently lit up the night sky sending incandescent streaks of electrical discharge down toward the earth like the crooked fingers of a gnarled old witch, providing a frightening backdrop to the lurid scene happening now on the wet grassy lawn in front of the old cabin. The accompanying thunder shook the ground with each violent burst and the colossal crack of ionized energy boomed and echoed throughout the hills and valleys of Bristol Ridge. Soon, the rain began to pick up once more. The sex-crazed lycan then reached down and gripped Megan firmly by her neck. His sharp claws dug in, not hard enough to break the skin, but only with just enough pressure to keep her pinned to the ground while he guided his massive cock to the opening of her wet vagina. As the rains came down, Ryan pushed the head of his engorged member against her pussy. She was so tight and small, the large werewolf was having some difficulty gaining entrance to her hole. He growled and grunted, and after a few tries and extra effort, he was finally able to force his way in. With absolutely no regard for the blondes comfort, the werewolf eagerly shoved his massive cock further into the poor girls little pussy, howling with pleasure as he did so.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

The sun came up slowly, though it was hard to tell where sometimes. Woodbury, a small town in northeast Georgia was surrounded by trees. When the outbreak occurred the neighbors of Woodbury gathered together and began to fortify the town, lining a small four block area of the suburbs with cars and other large machines. This kept the zombies out, but it also kept them in. As time went on, they would send out scavengers to bring back food but over time they came back with less and less food...or didn't come back at all. Cain Fisher was one of those scavengers, and as he sat by the fire, tying his shoes, he can't help but remember the events leading up to this moment when he was to leave the city he called home for what could very well be a wild goose chase. Three days ago, a man calling himself Phillip stumbled into the town, seeking shelter. He collapsed immediately and the people carried him into one of the houses and let him rest. When he came to, he spoke of knowing of a cure for the infestation. However he needed medical supplies to build the cure, supplies from the city. Someone would need to get them... The town's leader looked to Cain for this quest. At first, he refused. We don't know this guy! Who knows if he's telling the truth! And furthermore, everyone knows the city is the last place you should be heading to! he agued. True. But we are running out of options! Wilson retorted, shaking his head as his eyes went to the floor. We choice do we have? The Henderson's already lost their youngest and their father. We are going to decay here. Despite his feelings, Cain agreed. They weren't living here...hell, they weren't even surviving. They were wasting away in this cage made up of broken down machines. Wilson told him to get ready and that he was leaving first thing in the morning. He would appoint another to go with him, who would meet him at the central fire in the middle of Woodbury for their journey. And it was at that fire that Cain found himself, checking over the last of his gear, waiting for the person who would accompany him on what surly would be a suicide mission to the city.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Baby your not going! Karen, Ari's mother followed her back and forth as Ari packed a backpack full of the things she needed. Wilson asked me to go, Momma, I'm going. End of story. She grabs a pair of green shorts and slides them on over her long tan legs. She pulls a black t shirt on and shoves her feet into her old worn hiking boots. She laces them up and check to make sure she had everything she needed. Grabbing a bottle of water she kisses her moms cheek. Bye momma I love you. She says softly and walks out of the door. Walking up to a man by the central fire she stops. Are you Cain? She asks lifting the pack higher on her back.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

He stood up, adjusting his fingerless gloves before running his hand through his short auburn hair. That would be me, he said as he slung the backpack around his form, the pack resting on his back as he secured it to his chest and hips. And you must be Ari, correct? Well, Ari, shall we? extending an arm outward as he smiled. The two of them were about to embark on a journey of momentous scale, and it was not certain that they would make it back to see any of this loved ones. Not that that concerned Cain. His entire family had been scattered amongst the US and when the outbreak began, communication was one of the first facets of society to crumble. He tired to keep his mind off it, but surly he knew that some of his family didn't make it... The two made their way out of Woodbury, heading into he deep woods with the sun at their backs. So tell me a little about yourself, Ari. What did you do...you know, before the outbreak? he said, looking at her. She was definitely attractive and when he first laid eyes on her, Cain thanked the stars that he would spend the journey with someone who looked decent. Let's just say that the zombies were less judgmental of their means based on attractiveness and the people who were left were usually toughened by their experiences and lived on practicality, not superficial wants such as cosmetics. The forest was thick, tall Green Ash trees making travel somewhat difficult and navigation a must. Every few moments, Cain would look at the small compass attached to the strap of his backpack and make sure they were still heading northeast. He didn't expect to encounter many zombies in such a desolate area, but the thought still concerned him. Once they got to the highway though...things would be more dire. There they'd have to watch out for not only the undead, but the living as well. Desperate times such as this called for desperate measures and those with the will to survive often trumped those who wished to remain human, in terms of decency. On highways, they'd have to worry about raiders who would take all your belongings and leave you for dead...or worse.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Ari treks beside him her long strides keeping up with his. She smiles at him thanking her lucky stars that Wilson picked this man. He looked like he could handle himself and wouldn't cause her to worry when they got out there. Well My mother is Agoraphobic, so I had my own sewing buisness out of the house. Thats how we manged to escape the outbreak. She says softly tucking a long dark brown strand of hair behind her ear drawing attention to the intense Ice blue of her eyes. what about you Cain? What did you do be for the mass production of zombieness? She asks slightly teasingly. Her eyes never leaving her surroundings. She ducks a branch and picks up a fallen stick just perfect for a weapon and a walking stick. She breathes in deep and smiles. Despite their circumstances the woods were beautiful.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

I was a ranger at a national park, Death Valley, he said as he once again checked his compass. I was part of a search and rescue team and we constantly had to keep an eye out for visitors who took unpaved roads since their GPS devices told them to go down them, he chuckled, GPS devices....I wonder what those satellites are doing now...the very few batteries we all have left are better used for something else. Seems the older methods are still the best ones, right? he smiled as her as he tapped his compass on his chest. His smile soon faded as he turned and saw something in the distance. Three o'clock, Ari, he said, nodding to a shadowy figure in the distance. Looks like a walker, shall you take it down or I? he smirked. One walker was no problem, it's when they amassed did things go south fast. Walkers weren't the big problem here. You could see, hear, and sometimes smell them a mile away. But the decayers, the zombies that were lying in the ground, covered in leaves, holding on to their last bit of life hoping for one more meal, were the biggest concern. You'd have to watch where you stepped and looked for shuffling in the leaves constantly, lest you get taken out by a decayer. What a way to go... Cain reached behind him and pulled out a worn machete and tapped it against a tree and smiled to Ari. Alright there, beautiful...show me what you got. Impress me, he smirked at her as he tossed the machete to her, the metal landing near her feat, clanking on a rock. Let's see what a seamstress can do.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Grinning she scoops up the machete and fingers the blade. Nice. SHe hefts her pack up high on her back and Stalks toward the zombie. In three quick movements she runs up and slices the zombies head half off. His blood splattering her. Covering her face, and white t-shirt. When the corpse hits the ground she swings down. The zombies head comes flying clean and rolls towards Cain. She turns around and walks back to his side. So ranger. Did I Impress or was it to mellow for you? She grins the zombies blood covering her face. She offers him the handle of the machete.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

An eyebrow lifts as he smirks and laughs softly, taking the blade in his hand as he looks at the steel covered in a dark red cruor. Giving the blade a quick whip he picked up a handful of leaves and wiped the remaining blood off the the tool and sheathed it. They teach you that after they teach you how to sew? he smirked as he crossed his arms. You don't wanna get too much of that stuff on you, he said as he reached into his pocket, finding a handkerchief and tossing it to her. You look like you just got a zombie facial, he said, teasing her. She was good alright, a great asset in the field, but a little too flashy for his taste. Cain was always a practical person, not one to really show too much emotion, which made him seem distant at time. Truth was, he was always on guard, always ready. Let's keep moving, he said as he walked past her, heading northeast. Soon the terrain began to get more rocky as the forest began rising in elevation. The smooth, flat land gave way to larger black boulder and the two of them would have to work together to help each other up at times. So where did you learn to kill like that? he said as he lifted her up a boulder before climbing up himself. Not every day a woman like yourself is seen with such a bloodlust. You got some issues I should be aware of there, Ari? He checked his compass again as he began to notice the sun setting. We might want to find shelter soon...
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

She wipes the blood off her face and laughs softly. When the outbreak started I decided I would do what ever I could to keep my family safe. She makes her way up the boulder. I was just teasing you with that move. I want to survive to get back to my mother. Wilson is looking after her but hes busy so he cant always be there. She reaches up and catches a hand hold and pulls herself up smoothly over a ledge, and turns to wait for him. There is some sort of cave up here. I don't hear movement or smell anything. She walks toward the fallen boalders what formed the cave it was shallow and dirty but it would cover them. There was a pile of old burnt logs laying at the mouth of it. She squats down and feels the fire pit. It was cold. No ones been here in a while.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Cain nodded at her as she touched the pit and turned to look at the path behind them. This was a good place to retire for the night, as the walkers don't exactly climb and there were far too few of them to really pile up. The only threat of a night attack would come from above, but it was far more likely for a walker to stumble and fall down the boulders than to navigate the rocks cleanly. As he walked into the cave, he looked for any signs of a previous owner. But he found no bear remains, nor fur, nor bones. Whatever may have called this place home abandoned it a long time ago. He set his backpack down and pulled out the tent, unstuffing it and laying it out. Dispite the shelter, the tent would provide them with a last second warning of the dead, as well as help keep them warm at night. So tell me this then, ever have to kill anyone you knew didn't deserve to die because you knew it was safer for your family? he said as he began assembling the poles to the tent, lying them out after completing each one. I haven't seen my family since the outbreak....but I have no qualms with killing anyone to protect those I care about, he said bluntly as he stuck one of the poles in the metal eyelets of the tent, erecting the structure. As he finished assembling the shelter, he made his way over to her and handed her a small pouch. This should have some food in it. Something dehydrated. Feel like eating a hot meal tonight? We'll eventually need to stick with cold meals to keep our fires down...but I thought today we could celebrate, he said with a smile as he held up another item A small flask of whiskey. When the grid failed, all perishable items became scarce. Things like alcohol, instant noodles, and canned vegetables became the new currency and many lost their lives for becoming too 'rich.' But Cain always made sure to keep some alcohol handy. It was a tool, of course...as well as a luxury. A much needed luxury. Because when your day involved seeing the things he's seen, trying to forget them is the best way to spend your nights.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Ari tilts her head down for a sec then looks off into the night. I have no problem killing. I have not gotten to that point yet but I know I will have no issues doing what needs done. She says softly. She watches him set up the tent. She takes the pouch and starts munching on some dried jerky. What are we celebrating? She asks. She takes off her pack and unlaces her boots and slides them off, sighing at the pleasure of being barefoot. She didnt wear socks but her feet were tough and calloused. She knew she could walk around 247 bare foot and just be damn fine. She sits down leaning against the rocks. She perks up when she see the wiskey. Oh yum. She grins at him. I havent had a drink in forever. She laughs softly as the wind picks up and she shivers a little.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Personally, I'm celebrating having something nice to look at, he winked as he took a sip, screwing the top back on and then tossed her the flask in a nice high arc. As he sat next to the fire, he organized some of the burnt logs and hoped there would be enough for them to cook a nice warm soup. Pulling a heavily used magnesium strip and knife from his boot, he knelt before the fire and began shaving off the magnesium into a small pile of leaves. I hope you are celebrating the same, he teased her as he began to strike the flint side of the magnesium strip with the backend of his knife. The fire came alive and that brought a smile to Cain. Reaching into the pouch, he pulled out a small pot that was riddled with dents and even what looked to be a bullet hole near the top and set it upon the fire. Sprinkling in a pouch of seasonings he had collected during his scavenging runs, he poured in the rest of his water and waited. We'll need to pump more water in the morning, he began as he turned to her, noticing her feet for the first time. Girl's got cred, he thought. She must be a tough one, her feet showed her ability to work. He caught himself gazing at her and quickly turned his attention back to the pot, which was close to boiling. Tossing in some dried macaroni, he smiled again...hot food....such a novelty, especially in his line of work. As the soup began to boil, he made his way over to Ari and sat down next to her, pulling out a small, worn roadmap that was torn in many places from constant folding and unfolding. We are around here, he began, pointing to a topographic high in the forest with his knife, and we need to get... his knife trailed northeast until it hit a larger font, here. This is where Phillip said the supplies would be. And soon he drew quiet as he looked over the route. The highway is our fastest way, but we can't stay too long on it. There are still roamers there and raiders are an even bigger threat. We can cut across the suburbs en route to the big city though...which bypasses most of the highway, but it's longer. We might find food in some of the houses though. What do you think we should do, Ari? he said as he set the knife and the map down and stood up, stretching and looking at the soup. Dinner's ready.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Catching the flask smoothly she laughs and nods at him. The veiw is just as good from my end. She takes a swig of wiskey and smiles. Ahh that is so much better. She watches him start the fire and begin cooking noticing she was day dreaming. She snaps herself out of it and looks at the map. Well I know that the city mall its over this way. Its a 3 story building and might have supplies we could use. Its on a back road so if we can mange to make it there then there will be a lot of cover to get there. And its about three blocks from where Phillip said to go. She says tracing the rout with her finger. I think it might be the best way.
Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

He brought the pot over to where they were sitting and handed her a spoon from his pocket. Stirring the pot, he set it down next to her and took a seat next to her as he pondered her suggestion, tapping his own spoon against his chin. Hmmm....malls are generally a hotspot for zombies, he said as he spooned up some of the soup and slid it into his mouth. His solo travels usually required him to remain hidden at all costs and making a fire was a rarity for him. As Cain enjoyed the warm meal, he thought of the last time he had such a treat. Must have been when he was looking for clothing and he had to spend the night in a janitor's closet. He risked having a hot meal then, for if the zombies came after him, he could easily escape into the air ducts above. It was a dumb move, but what's the point in living if you don't enjoy it once in awhile? Did we need to stop there? What did you want to get? he asked as he set his spoon aisde, his stomach already full from the meal. He licked his lips and reached down to begin untying his boots, pulling them off his feet, along with his socks, he set them by the fire, using them to stir the coals to quicky extinguish the flames. It was getting dark and he didn't want anything, or anyone, to see a small light in the middle of the boulders. Taking the flask, he took another sip of the sweet libation and set it down. I really don't trust that guy...Phillip I mean. But.... he began, his voice hinting at a submissiveness in his position, ...it's not like we have a choice. We are dying inside that prison, the dead are our jailers. He drank again. He pulled his jacket off and tossed it in the tent. Sinching his backpack closed he stretched, arcing his back and raising his arms before looking to her, Almost time for bed, Ari.