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hallway for them.  She has me stand there naked, rubbing my cocks until they are ready for the rapist’s drooling holes.  And She crude-chuckles at me, a whimper under Her breath, razor teeth biting Her lip bloody.
                "You were born to be raped," She says, locking herself inside a nearby bedroom.
     
     
     

     
     

ACT THREE
     
    Quality Time with Rapists and Zombies
     
     
     

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
                The rapists are full of sex and lazing about the fortress, not planning on killing us or leaving us or fucking us at this moment, just resting on us in tatters.  Our blood mixing with their diseases, their scabby cunts, scabby cum.  And the zombies have been torn to shreds, their flesh-pieces scattered throughout the home, parts/limbs have torn off inside of cunts inside of buttholes, mouths, teeth marks all over my body, bites taken out of me.
                The slime lady’s head is deep in a meaty hole in the wall, sinking.  Her expressions slightly disappointed as she blinks, slips down farther, farther, farther.
                 One of my cocks has been ripped off of me, from my chest, ripped off when being fucked by some steam engine cunt, her razor wire slicing it free as she went thunder-cumming, blood oozing from her mouth my mouth pooling onto both our bellies, onto our brains, smearing sticky flavor between us.  The penis flopping onto the floor, discarded. 
                But I don’t feel pain, as if the penis were made of toenail or wartskin.  The hole where it had been no longer bleeds, the scab almost invisible, healed up easier than a nosebleed. 
                I step through the collapsed sleeping rapists covered in glory, sometimes waking up to pull me to the ground for a quick screw then back to sleep, searching for Celsia but finding only fuck after fuck.
                Getting to the stairs and climbing above the mob-painted room, to the hallways which are now lit by glowing snakes from the underground, twisting and curling cocks of light.
     
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
                The Sister is in a back room raping the rapists. 
                She has them in her web, her razor wire pubic hair.  A long cord from her central vagina encases one of them, holding it from movement.
                Then she starts reeling it to her, pulling the wire back inside her cunt like she is no longer a spider but a frog with a long razor wire tongue, cunt now a frog mouth.  And the fly is still a fly, now waiting to be swallowed rather than sucked on, the Sister’s lips stretching six times their width, wrapping around the rapist, gulping it slowly inside of her.
                She spots me in the doorway, a seductive stare at me, black smiles as she takes the rapist inside up to its waist legs dangling cutting against the razor wire.  Her eyes now glossy and colorless, gleaming at me trying to trance me.  And I see into the cunt on her forehead, see into her mind, she is imagining that I am entering her cunt/mouth instead of the rapist, swallowing me whole.  As soon as the prey has been squeezed completely within tight, the Sister licking her facial lips with a black snake tongue, licking her vaginal lips with a razor wire tongue.
                A giant bulge in her belly, the rapist curled up inside, quickly dissolving.  The mound making the Sister’s body twice its size, but soon it sinks, soon it is a much smaller bulge, soon back to a flat metal-scaled stomach.  And the Sister continues her seductive trance on me, slithering to me with her legs spread apart, razor wire emerging from the crotch, smiling zombie-eyed at me.
                But I am not hard for her.  I am looking for Celsia. She is the only one allowed to swallow me whole with her cunt.
                My body away from the Sister, into the sex-scented darkness, hearing the