#kittywrites!!

Which slashers are boob men?♡

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ RUSTY NAIL

He is on the top of the list for a reason. He’s the leader of this list for a SPECIFIC reason.

Literally the biggest tit man of his entire century, like he is an absolute MENACE. 

You could be talking to him, no matter the context of anything, and half way through the conversation his eyes will slip down to your boobs without fail. Your areola’s are your eyes to him.

Karma does get him, because he’ll get insanely hard embarrassingly fast and start humping ANYTHING for relief, your tits are an aphrodisiac for him. 

He has a love hate relationship with bras, he LOVES the way your boobs bounce against the fabric and they way they spill out of your bra when he’s fucking you too hard–Yet he doesn’t like them because he likes easy access, like the fuck do you mean he can’t “warm his hands’’ against your plump flesh?

He’s a disgusting pervert, when you are sleeping he’ll yank up your shirt and take pictures of your boobs, pictures and videos of him groping your flesh so hard it bruises. He has a hidden iCloud folder in his phone of him sucking your tits while you sleep. You always wake up to him moaning and humping your clothed pussy.

He’ll subtly start leaving those pills in your online shopping list that make you produce milk, giving you subtle hints of what he wants. Expect a lot of comments about milk, like a lot. 

He’s HORRIBLE with the “got milk?’’ and cow jokes, they come off as horny and needy rather than funny. Then will always escalate to him begging to breed you with his pups. :c

He can’t keep his focus around you at all, he’s so good at being cold and mean–But literally all of that melts when you jump in his big ol’ lap and shove your tits in his face. He crumbles like a damn cookie and becomes all submissive and needy.

You cannot look me in the eyes and say he isn’t the type to beg for soapy boob pictures when you're in the shower. He will send you audios of him WHIMPERING as he jerks off to just the thought of seeing your boobs covered in soap studs.

You have permanent discoloration on your body and bruises from how hard he gropes you, he will always apologize after and soothe your inflictions—But he is MEAN with his grip. It always feels like he’s trying to rip you apart when in reality he wants to live in your skin.

Gets grumpy and upset when you won’t let him suck on your nipples, like he literally pouts and gets all cold and distant until you break. 

LOOVES it when you ride him, he’s not even looking at your face. He’s nose deep in your chest, drool running down your front as he pathetically groans into your hot flesh.. His drool is down your naval as you give him a one way ticket to heaven.

Give him a boobjob and he will marry you /srs

The pure concept of seeing his throbbing shaft between your heavy flesh, his pre dribbling onto your soft skin as you jerk him off with your shoulder boulders–He’s gotten cum in your hair because he genuinely squirts from the view.

People think you are being beaten because you have nasty bruises only someone could get from a car crash, but it’s just his meaty hands pawing away like a cat making biscuits. 

When you do start producing milk he will look up what makes production last longer and what certain foods or supplements make you produce a lot, he wants that bang for his buck.

You’ll have to literally rip him away from your sensitive chest from how long and hard he stays there, he’ll lay on top of you till your body goes numb as he latches on drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth.. He’s sucked you dry to a point where it takes a week to recover and start producing again. He’s a big man okay? He needs the milk for his “growing bones.”

When you're sitting on his lap to relax, he’ll subtly bounce you up and down on him to watch you jiggle. Your recoil genuinely rewires his brain back to factory settings.

Gets mad when you try and clean up the mess he left on your chest, he claims it’s “good for your skin’’ and natural lotion. Now you know why your lotion was so creamy this morning.

There will be times where you randomly wake up and see him sucking on your chest, he’ll do it to wake you up.

The type to shove his beer between your boobs when he has to use the bathroom, he only trusts you with his drink afterall!

Shit he uses your boobs as his own damn purse, he’ll put his wallet, phone, hands–anything down that cleavage.. Then stick his hand down your shirt to grab whatever he needs.

Banned from going with you to Victoria Secrets. Last time he came you needed help clasping a bra, he came into that tiny stall and the next thing you knew you were in the AIR while he plowed away into that puffy cunt.

Why yes he does in fact have a picture of your boobs in his wallet, tysm. ♡

‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE BEAST

This big ol’ monster wants nothing more than you to lay on top of his body and smother him half to death with your chest. That is his dying wish, check his will.

Your chest (and stupidity) is what saved your life, not realizing he was a ruthless monster killing ravers one by one in this abandoned warehouse. When he came up behind you to shove a glowstick in your eye you started GRINDING against him.

He was so stunned at your stupidity and audacity, like he did not know what to do with his hands when you dragged him over to a secluded spot and got all comfortable in his lap. Shoving that rusted welder's mask against your heavy flesh–OOOO this mountain of a man is out. Like whattt? He was going to kill you? Nonsense. He would NEVER kill you. 

He adores getting up behind you and cupping his gloved hands on your tits, squeezing and fondling them. Doesn’t help you have an obvious size difference, he can just loom over you like the grim reaper and squeeeezeee to his heart's content! You love a good grope. And he’s a massive pervert who shamelessly stares down your shirts.

You aren’t allowed to wear bras, why would you do such a thing and suppress his stress relievers? How heartless of you.

Despite his coldness and lack of emotions, you can always tell when he’s in a daze with you. His little window to his rusted welders mask fogs up beyond belief, and you can audibly hear him panting like a mutt.

Looovees to be the big spoon, is it because he wants to fondle you in your sleep? Yes, he’ll take off his gloves at night before going to bed so he can have “natural hand warmers’’ 

His favorite place to put his hands is your underboob, he likes the weight you have.

Your boobs have officially become his pillow, he outright refuses to use a real pillow. On top of your tits so he can hear your heartbeat is enough for him.

Any bikini top, tank top, or tube top–Literally anything skimpy has him frothing from the mouth like he has rabies, he does very much enjoy the view.

When you complain about back pains or chest pains he will appear out of nowhere and become your bra. He loves it when you lay down with your back against his chest, giving him the perfect opportunity to hold you.

When you complain about chest pain he’ll always come massage you, coming to relax your sore muscles and nerves.

Nipple pincher 2000. It’s almost like a habit for him, he just likes to pinch your nipples till they are all perky.

A whore for seeing your nipples hard, is also the type of man to grab any baggy shirt you're wearing and pull it back to watch the fabric cling to your figure.

Will randomly push you against random things to watch your chest squish down.

Likes to push your tits down onto his crotch whenever you're using his belly to prop up your phone, you can always feel his monstrous bulge against your ribcage.

Adores it when you sit on his shoulders and use the top of his head to rest your chest on, his hands always squeeze the hell out of your thighs as he leans his head back into that perfect chest.

You can hear him chuffing against your skin out of sheer comfort, this behemoth is sooo happy with you. You can hear him chuffing too..

Likes it when you wear fur lingerie, a two piece bikini made out of faux fur against your pretty skin.. He makes you grind against the fur till you jolt from it sticking to your sloppy pussy before he stuffs the fabric in your small hole. ♡

૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა  ASA EMORY – “THE COLLECTOR’’

The song “shoulder boulders’’ by S3RL is in his playlist, you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise. 

He takes great interest in anatomy & biology, which also applies to you. Especially you, he has a “medical record” book and it’s just you.

Will have you sit with him completely naked as he does a full body examination on you, this can and will include him wasting 20 minutes trying to stimulate milk production and getting irritated when it doesn’t work.

This man is a whore for pretty lingerie, I’m not talking about conservative lingerie. I’m talking about mid 2000-2016 lingerie where being sexy was not a crime, his favorite piece on you is apron lingerie. Especially the cute black & pink polka dot one with lace that can barely keep your tits in. He’ll make you stay dressed like that all day and do the most house-wifey shit ever, he edges himself the entire time. Just being a big pervert and watching you from afar as he squeezes the hell out of his cock.

During sex he’ll make you wear tank tops or a bra so he can watch the recoil of your plump flesh bouncing with every violent thrust, he’ll get too impatient and horny and ends up yanking them out.

You purposely tease the hell out of him knowing how weak he is, you’ll purposely stretch or lay your tits against a counter–Or when you hug him ensuring he can feel your nipples touching him. 

It’s gotten so bad he comes prematurely every time you hug him, you embarrass him so bad. 

Likes to drag his serrated knife along your cleavage, making small cuts and lashes to lick up the blood and suck the wound clean.

When he catches you he’ll cut off every last bit of your clothes off of your body and replace it with rope, he loves the way your tits squeeze together behind the rough twine and how you struggle. His fingers always find their way to rub the rope burn away from your skin.

Makes you sit in his lap as his index fingers teasingly rub your nipples in small circles till they bud, he ties up your wrists together so you can’t go down and touch yourself.. Instead you make a big mess all over the front of his jeans because that drooly pussy won’t stay shut.

Strips you completely naked and makes you run in the forest as he hunts you down, you never hear him chasing after you so it always takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs you and slams you in the mud to break your poor cunt on his dick for hours..

Also has trail cameras out in the forest, and in the house.. He gets off with watching you without your knowledge. ♡

૮꒰˶ ⁠❛   ˕ ⁠❛˶꒱ა  BUBBA SAWYER – “LEATHERFACE”

He feels INSANELY perverted and doesn’t want to admit he drools over your chest. It’s not that he feels like it’s immoral or anything–He just doesn’t want to scare you. :(

He’s tame with his obsession at first, hell you don’t even notice. You think it’s sweet he loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat lull him to sleep as you snuggle him close. 

He loves to lay his head on your chest, when you're sitting in his lap, when he’s laying on top of you, your boobs are his certified pillow.

His perversion becomes a bit obvious when he begins to start groping you nervously, feeling bad and like his hands aren’t supposed to be there! But your hands cupping his and putting them under your shirt so his thumbs could grind against your nipples and make them nice and perky–How could he say no?

His hands squeeze and grope with more vigor and confidence, happy you were enjoying and consenting to this.

His big meaty hands worship your chest, thumbs rolling over hardened nipples as his fingers greedily squeezed your flesh. He was so stupidly in love with you, and so so so happy you loved him back!

Like the others he gets off watching you bounce as he’s viciously dicking you down, he’ll put you in bras, shirts, tank tops, bikini tops.. Just watching your heavy set bounce so hard from him pounding you, loves it when you are on your back or on your side so he can see the way you jiggle.. 

Sometimes the dumb brute goes a little too fast and hard and ends up having you pawing at the bed or him trying to get him to slow down as his thick cock destroys your tiny hole, he can’t help it his wife is so pretty!

Bubba loves to fill you up with his potent creampies and slowly pull out so he can watch your stretched out pussy spurt out his cum all over him, seeing your pretty little chest that’s adorned with bruises and bites heave desperately as you squirt out his mess all over his tummy. ♡

Finding new nurses to work at Murkoff was harder than anticipated, especially after going through all the willing candidates.. It was extremely difficult to keep a nurse alive that dealt with the expopulation, many of the past medical team suffered horrific fates due to funding being shifted to other things Dr. Easterman swore up and down had a purpose! So Murkoff decided to make changes to the curriculum to aid in this crisis. 

☆ Sergeant Leland Coyle

Oh Coyle is more than pleased to see a pretty nurse instead of those “pinko doctors” he hates so much, being strapped to a gurney completely vulnerable and at the poking hands of people he didn’t trust or could properly identify. 

Coyle was already super reactive in the past to masked doctors and nurses, spewing slurs at them to the point of needing to be sedated and muzzled for a simple physical.. It was noteworthy he had immense trauma from being held down from his childhood, but that seemed to fly over his head the minute he saw fat tits in front of him.

Being strapped down and forced to stay put is a sign of submission, and Coyle doesn’t want to look submissive or pliable to anyone. He wants to be a big angry bear who scares everyone so they will leave him alone. It's better to be feared than to be seen as weak in his eyes. Everyone takes advantage of weakness.

Coyle rarely has visits to the clinic, the reason why some Medical boxes are empty are because he’s stealing the contents to D.I.Y his injuries.

Coyle is weak for a pretty woman, especially after you let him bury his face in your chest for comfort. He was practically drunk from the smell of you and the sensation of warm skin against his charred flesh.

Your smell was something he used to hate, sterile, fresh, that overpowering hospital smell.. But with the small hint of your deodorant and natural musk? It intoxicated him, his mind, his body, his senses.. He never smelt a woman so good before, never felt one so soft and caring.. Maybe it was the fact he’s been here for years and hasn’t had any woman touching him, besides reagents but.. They never had this much of an effect on him before.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Leland growled in perverted interest, his voice deepening as he dragged out his catcall. Tilting his head down so his sunglasses slid across his crooked nose so he could get a good look at a view he yearned to see. “You gonna take care of me baby?” You could practically hear him groaning every time he spoke, you were the only female nurse that was left for being in charge of the expopulation.. So they made changes to your uniform, bold changes. Honestly you could have sworn they pulled this skimpy nurse uniform out of a kinky costume from a sex shop, slapped a Murkoff logo on it and called it a day. It showed off your voluptuous figure and what you had to offer. 

Dr. Easterman told you you’d somehow be safer this way, you wanted to laugh in his face but you didn’t. You now had to worry about the expopulation breaking free from their restraints with a newfound vigor because they were horny. Instead of death you had to worry about being plowed till you were in a wheelchair, but somehow he was right. Your patients were more willing to work with you knowing they had a beautiful woman touching them and not unidentifiable threats. 

“Mhm, gonna make you feel all better.” You cooed as you flipped through his chart of recent trials he’s been in, his medical history, when his last checkup was.. He was here because a reagent got trigger happy and summoned the spirit of Babe Ruth and nailed him square in the head to a point where the trial got cancelled because he wouldn’t get off the ground.

His head injury was clear as day, dark red blood seeping from a nasty wound on his forehead. His hat long gone from the guards taking it off for you, your heels clicked against the sterile tile floor as you took some gloves out of the box on the wall and slid them on with a loud snap. The tight latex hugging your smooth skin as you approached from where he was strapped down.

“Jesus H. fuckin’ christ..” You heard him grumble under his breath as your shadow loomed over him, your chest in his face as you turned his head slowly to examine the damage. He had nasty bruises forming all around the wound, he also had moderate swelling that was increasing and blood seeping from the access point. That reagent got him pretty good, at least the therapy is working.. You chirped in your head. “What would you say your pain is at on a scale of 1-10.” 

“2.” 

Bullshit, you thought as you leaned back with a sassy roll of your eyes. “I can’t help you if you aren’t honest with me.” You knew he was just trying to show off and be all manly, him and his inflated ego.. With lumbering silence he refused to fill and answer truthfully in sake of his ego and not wanting to embarrass himself. You gave him a “really?” look before going to take off your gloves. “Well if it’s a 2 then you can go back to the trials and resume the therapy–”

“Fine, it’s a fuckin’ 10!” He yelled out, his yell was booming and angry but halfway through his sentence it toned down to a meek lower volume, it was like his own volume made the pain worse as he winced. “Son’a bitch got me hard, I didn’t even know he was in the corner till I saw a goddamn brick fly out of it.” He snarled in anger at the memory, his ego was definitely taking several hits at the moment.

“I can tell, I’m going to clean the wound and put a few stitches in. The entry point is pretty deep and I don’t want it to reopen.” You said as you walked over to the medical cart, typing in your ID number as it opened. Grabbing a syringe full of saline, some alcohol wipes, a sterile curved needle, and some antibiotic ointment. You could feel his gaze on your ass and thighs, practically eye fucking you through his perverse imagination. 

Coyle wanted so badly to break free from these restraints and throw that perfect ass over his knee, his rough hand yanking that tiny skirt up as he made you count how many slaps he was giving you.. Shit maybe he’d give you a fair share of some pussy slaps to ensure you submitted to him, would you even like that? By the way you were dressed you most definitely would love it. Probably would even cum from it if he slapped hard enough, he’d live to see those legs tremble, ankles twisting as you squirt all over the floor.. He’d fuck it all back into you just to see it come out of you again. 

You were trying so hard not to look at his throbbing hard as you approached him, his uniform pants clenched tight around the fly. Shaping his furious arousal, you could practically see him twitching from how hard he was getting. “First I’m going to flush the wound and clean up the remaining blood, this might sting a little..” You explained as you took the thick syringe and squirted the saline out gently, flushing his wound to get all of the dirt, oil, and blood away from the cut. A clean paper towel wiping away the saline & blood as you cleaned him up, your eyes flicked to his knee that twitched up a little.. Then back to his face which had a pained snarl on it, you could see him biting down on his teeth to keep back any winces or signs of discomfort.

“Now I’m going to clean the wound to ensure you don’t get any infections during healing.. This is going to hurt a bit so please bear with me.”

“MOTHERFUCKER!” He yelped like a puppy as the alcohol wipe touched his wound, his body jolting against the restraints as he squirmed, “I know, I know it hurts baby..” You cooed as you continued to clean around and gently in it, “S–Shit baby girl that fuckin’ burns.” He gasped out as the burning sensation of the alcohol killing off any bacteria got to him, his head was throbbing. “Almost done, almost done..” You softly said as you tilted his head a bit too far and felt his nose buried deep in your cleavage. His body completely relaxed the moment his face made contact as you felt his groan vibrating against your skin, his hands clenching from where they were restrained wanting to reach out and grab you.

His sunglasses were smooshed between you and his face, his eyes closed gently. His breaths coming from his nose deep and long, trying to engrave your scent in his memory as you took care of him.

“In a few weeks you’ll come back to me to get the stitches removed, I’ll make a note for Dr. Easterman you are going to take the next two days off so your injury doesn’t worsen.” Your latex gloves came off with a gentle slap, as your foot pressed down on the hazard waste can and dropped the bloody gloves in for proper disposal. Leland groaned in irritation “I don’t take days off missy, M’ fine!” He hissed trying to choke down his embarrassment of needing to be “on bed rest” instead of delivering God's justice! And the way he said missy like your gender was beneath him.. And in his fucked up eyes it was. 

“Besides the ibuprofen is there anything else I can do for you?” You were trying to keep a professional environment but it was getting harder and harder to keep it up, you know Murkoff isn’t really for professionalism.. But a sane part of you that still clung onto your frontal lobe felt like this was very much needed, “Yeah, you got a man waitin’ fer you at home sweetness?” Oh here we go.

Your eyes shut to keep yourself from rolling your eyes at him, a soft blow of air escaping your nose as you sighed.. Before you could even say anything he cut you off before you could even say one syllable, “C’mere baby girl, be a good nurse and help your patient out..” He purred as he gestured with his head towards his clothed cock, typically you wouldn’t indulge in this foolishness. Dr. Easterman said if any of them got aroused to not “assist” them since it makes them more vigorous and aggressive during trials.. 

But for some reason you never did stop yourself from walking back over to him and making quick work of his belt and fly, or that soft and warm hand cupping his heavy cock as you stroked him. He was average, maybe a few inches bigger than it.. A solid 6/4 inches and pretty girthy, not to an extreme amount but enough to make him curve from the weight. Pretty mean veins ran all over his shaft, bursting and throbbing as your thumb gently rubbed on top of them.. Making him pulse and his thighs tense, his tip was pretty big too. Roughly the size of one of those big circular pins you’d put on any type of bag or a shirt, his slit leaking a thick flow of pearly white pre. 

His jaw hung open as he panted like a dog, soft groans and grunts escaping him as his head rolled back against the gurney. “Ffffffuucccck..” He hissed through his yellow teeth, a bit of spit drooling out from where his lip was completely gone as soft pants escaped him. You let out a soft hum as you kept a steady and slow pace, yet your grip was firm and tight. Fingers beautifully rubbing at his sensitive flesh, stroking him so good his lungs were working overtime to take in oxygen. His hands gripping so hard at the rubber cover of the gurney protecting the soft insides, curses escaped him along with soft “uh’s” and “mmphms”.

“Yeah? Feel good Sergeant?”

“O,OH FUCK!”

A thick & creamy spurt of cum shot out of his tip as he came from just hearing you call him Sergeant, more violent spurts followed as they painted your hands and his uniform pants in a milky white. Salty cum squirting out of him from the praise as his whole body jerked, hips pumping up to ride your hand as he got through the aftershocks. A soft giggle escaped you as you quickly began pumping him hard and fast, “Such a messy boy Sergeant, what would your recruits think?”

“F,FUCK–FUCK THOSE RECRUITS! Haaaah, I–I don’t give a rat's asshole about what they–shittttttttttt, faster!” He whined out as your hand found the vigor to go as fast as you could for him as his hips violently rocked up into that perfect hand. You could hear the leather restraints holding him down creak threateningly from how much he was struggling, he felt like he was being edged from the restraints keeping him from straight up fucking your hand. You squeezed your hand with every pump that made it down his shaft, making sure to squeeze tight and hard like an anaconda–And that helped compensate for his lack of ability to rock his hips. ♡

“Patient was given 500mg of ibuprofen along with a thorough cleaning of the wound, approximately 5 stitches were sewn into the entry point.”

“Note: Patient shows signs of weakness, incoordination, and dizziness due to injury. Patient is highly recommended for bed rest for 2 days until these symptoms lift.”

☆ Mother Gooseberry, “Phyllis Futterman” 

Like Coyle, Phyllis doesn’t like to be restrained either on account of being tested on by dermatologists, her father, and prison. So like Leland she is a very reactive patient who will react to anything anyone does.

Due to her personality split between Dr.Futterman and a 12 year old version of herself, it makes traversing through reality extremely difficult. She also tends to suffer from memory loss from time to time due to both personalities basically fighting her memory in her head, and the fact she suppresses the bad things that happened to her.

She actually feels a bit indifferent about the doctors, the Dr.Futterman half of her hates them while the 12 year old version doesn’t mind them. 

But seeing you was a whole different story.

“Well don’t you have such a pretty face!” You heard the goose woman coo from the gurney she was strapped onto as you walked into the small medical room, normally all patients would be disarmed for the staff’s safety but taking Dr. Futterman away from her caused quite a fuss. So they allowed her to keep her drill puppet in order to have less trouble, “Good god woman! Cover yourself, there's children present.” Dr. Futterman hissed, the whirling of his drill filling the air as you approached her. “Good afternoon Phyllis, I heard you are experiencing some pain in your chest?” You said as you sat down in front of her, grabbing her chart off of the small counter and reading over what was documented.

“Oh yes Doctor, I’ve been experiencing these unknown spasms and pains–”

“S’ probably because you need to lose some goddamn weight you fat heifer!”

“Daddy!”

Lord knows this was going to be a long appointment, you would admit she is an amazing Ventriloquist. It was like the puppet was actually another person in the room, you applauded her talent in your mind trying not to laugh at Dr. Futterman's personality while it was a bit disheartening to know this was probably how her father behaved when he was still alive. “Do you have a specific area where the pain is? Or is it all over?” You inquired as you put the chart down on the counter, swapping it out with some gloves instead as you sat up from the chair.

Click, click.. Click..

Your heels clicked against the sterile tile as you approached her, taking off your stethoscope to listen to her heart. “Deep breaths in and out for me, Phyllis.” 

“Good grief nurse, where did they find you? In a whore house? Did ya sleep with a doctor to get your license?” Dr. Futterman groaned as both him and Phyllis took a good long look at your appearance, more slutty and sexy than an actual medical professional. The fat curves of your body stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey in the small slutty uniform you were forced to wear, your cleavage all pushed up like you were Jessica Rabbit. Long beautiful legs on display instead of scrubs or tights accompanying them, the soft fat of your chest slowly falling and rising as you listened to her heartbeat.

It was a bit accelerated than a normal beat, it was either she had an infection or she was just getting excited at ogling you. “Any other symptoms besides pain? Like any shortness of breath, coughing, sneezing?” You asked as your stethoscope went back to being around your neck, you leaned over her earning a groan from Dr. Futterman as you grabbed the blood pressure cuff from off the wall and pulled the Velcro cuff apart to wrap it around her arm. You lifted the conservative white sleeve of her top to wrap the cuff tightly around her arm and grabbed the rubber bulb and squeezed it until you got a read on her blood pressure. 

“A little shortness of breath..” She answered as her eyes were glued to your form, you leaning over her brought thoughts of being over her lap as she punished you with a wooden paddle for dressing in such ways..  You made a mental note of her comment and her blood pressure as you took the cuff off after it deflated and put it back onto the hook, “Is it okay if I take off your shirt to feel around and make sure you don’t have any lumps?”

“Oh! Well of course Doctor.” She chirped in excitement as your hands unbuttoned the small cotton buttons of her shirt to gain access to her large chest, you noted how her bra gave her basically zero support and her tits barely fit in the black cups of her bra.. Maybe that was the issue, it definitely wasn’t unheard of to have chest and respiratory issues because you didn’t have enough back and chest support from your bra. Your hands gently dipped into her bra and felt around her bare flesh for any lumps trying to make sure nothing cancerous was developing that would be causing these issues, a soft breath escaped Phyllis at the cold latex against her warm skin. She squirmed a bit in the gurney because every soft touch was making an ache between her thighs, the more you gently squeezed and felt around the worse it got.. 

Your fingers brushed against her hardened nipple and tried not to say anything or blush at her behavior–She wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal of you touching her bare chest.. Her thick thighs squeezing together to dull the ache as you swore you heard a soft moan escape her, the way she was reacting to your touch made a shiver go down your spine. Not one of disgust, but one of pleasure. Your brain went offline as your gentle squeezing turned into full on groping, your needy hands taking handfuls of her pretty tits into your hands and squeezing the flesh. Fingers rubbing every callous she had from the stretch of how big she was.. Her pretty moans filled the air as she practically begged you with them to straddle her–Your own thighs squeezed hard as you could feel your pussy dripping from her reactions. 

“Oooh, good girl..” Phyllis cooed as you pathetically rutted against her pussy, little squeaks and moans escaping you as you desperately rocked your hips into hers. Your pulsing clit bumping against hers as you both moaned into the air, you don’t even remember pulling your panties down or straddling her–But your underwear was wrapped tight around Dr. Futterman's beak as your wandering hands groped at your tits that split from your uniform like how she instructed. “Fuck, I wish you were touching me..” You stupidly whimpered as your own hands pinched at your hard nipples. Earning a jolt from your hips as you rocked against her harder, “My poor baby, come here and let mommy take care of you..” You cooed as you laid down on top of her, your chest pressing against her face as her ruby red lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked hard. 

“F–Fuck! Phyllis–” You gasped at her needy sucking, her tongue flicking against your hard bud like she was trying to milk you. The wet squelches between your legs were audible, you were surprised a guard didn’t crack open the door to take a peak at the show as your pretty cunt humped so perfectly against hers. Your gloved hand slipped between your legs to rub both of you off. You were shaking at her moans vibrating against your sensitive tits as her hips rocked harder into yours, a loud gasp escaping you as you whined. “M’ gonna cum!” you gasped as you lifted your hips on instinct squirting hard against her, little whimpery fucks escaping your pretty lips. Fingers slipping into your squirting cunt as you forced more out of your tiny hole, Phyllis pulled back her dripping lips to watch you stuff your fingers into yourself.. Needy fingers pulling out more of your release as it made a small puddle between her chubby thighs. Her hole clenched around nothing and her poor neglected clit throbbed as she tried to catch your attention by moaning out your name and bucking her hips desperately. Your thighs violently trembled and shut around your hand as you rode your palm to calm the aftershocks.

Your hazy eyes landed on her and how she needed you, with one hand stuffed deep into your pulsing canal you took your free hand and stuffed two fingers deep into her aching cunt. “Ah!” She cried as your fingers shoved in hard and deep, fingers massaging at her wet walls and poking at her g-spot that had her hips thrusting up into you. Your hand worked hard and fast to get her off, as your own hips began to hop needily on your palm as your fingers desperately fucked yourself open. “M,mommy please.. I–I can’t take anymore..!” You pathetically mewled as your stupid hips didn’t stop forcing your fingers to fuck you harder, your walls squeezed and clenched around your fingers as slick leaked from your hole. ♡

It didn’t take too long for Phyllis to tremble hard around your fingers as she came, whining out your name as you yanked your fingers out of your own cunt to squirt against her again.. Making a filthy mess of your uniform and her skirt that was bunched up around her stomach. “Mmmhp..” You whined as you looked at her eyes that were locked onto your needy pussy that was still pushing out small streams of slick, your thighs violently trembling as you humped forward.

“I like that pretty little nurse Dr. Daddy..” Phyllis cooed at Dr. Futterman as the guards pushed the gurney back to her trial environment.. “Next time get me closer so I can see the pretty little whore squirting!” Dr. Futterman hissed out his approval, thankfully the guards didn’t check her pocket that had your wet panties in them..

☆ Franco Barbi “Lil Bambino” 

The minute Franco finds out about the new policy he is purposely tripping and failing to hurt himself to see you. He goes as far to make sure the bottles & bricks in his trial environments are incredibly easy to find and are bunched together so the reagents can beat the fuck out of him.

Of course being Dr. Easterman’s favorite prime asset he actually is the only one who finds out about this new policy, and he is like a kid in a candy store. 

Like everyone else, he does not like being vulnerable and restrained.. But being restrained to a PRETTY WOMAN? He is on his knees praying to Easterman, he used to pray for times like these.

“Take me to the king” by Tamela Mann is blasting in his head the millisecond you walk into the examination room, he’s practically sobbing, cheering, throwing roses and applauding Murkoff for allowing this.

“Oh dear god..” Franco groaned the minute you walked in, and you had the same thought but for a different reason. His was excitement, yours was pure irritation and shame. Asking god why out of all assets why Franco had to be the one to find out about this policy change, and you just KNEW he wasn’t injured. He just wanted to see if it was true, “C’mere toots, let baby see how pretty you are..” He cooed at you as a stupid smile grew on his face, this was like waving a lollipop at him. His eyes were glued onto every inch of you, laser focusing on how your body bounced when you moved a bit too much or too hard.. And the simplest moves had those milk cannons jiggling like cow udders, you put a hand on your hip as your eyes did a quick physical examination on him, he literally had zero injuries at all. No bruises, no blood, no nothing. 

“What are you in for today..” You sighed out, Franco was a frequent flier in the clinic.. Honestly he just adored being pampered and taken care of, so him being here for no reason wasn’t really the biggest surprise. “I’ve got a bit of a.. cough.. Cough, Ma’am..” He pouted as he made a faux coughing sound, fluttering his eyelashes at you as he made his best puppy eyes trying to convince you he really was sick. But you could see his bullshit as clear as day, he couldn’t fake a good congested cough to save his life. But you played along because this was your job and you didn’t want him to start threatening you or crying like an infant that you weren’t coddling him.

“You poor thing.” You tutted at him and somehow some way THAT got him hard against his suit, the white with black striped fly molding around his bulge as a small whimper escaped from his “sore” throat. “Fuck.. Mommy c’mere and take care of baby.” He groaned out in a raspy voice, practically flinching at the snap of your latex gloves as you approached. He was squirming so hard from trying to free himself from the leather restraints, he needed to touch you NOW. He needed his paws to worship that fucking porn star of a body you have, his hands needs to squeeze those perfect tits till milk comes out of your nipples. Fuck he needed to ram his fat cock into you till he could breed his heirs into that beautiful womb.

He needed you, he needed you to show off to everyone else and to prove to his father that “Lil bambino” had a beautiful woman on his hip who adored him and took care of him like he deserved. To build his own empire bigger and better than his father’s ever was! He’d shower you and your children in love and appreciation, be the best goddamn father he could be to your children.. Teach them the family business, treat them with love and respect his father never gave him. He’d be a good daddy, you just gotta give him a chance.

“Can you open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue please?” Your soft words derailed the perverted yet awfully sweet imagination train he had going, he shook his head to clear his mind as he glanced at you and saw you with a thick tongue depressor and a small light to see down his throat, he immediately obeyed and opened his mouth wide. Thick strands of drool sticking to his gums and teeth as the thick wood of the tongue depressor softly pressed down.

As much as you thought he was lying about having a sore throat, his throat was actually pretty red and irritated like he had a viral respiratory infection. With a soft click of the light you were holding you pulled back and took out the wooden stick, “Could be a viral infection. M’ going to get you tested to make sure your trial environment isn’t having any A/C issues.” Your heel pressed down on the peddle that opened up the tin trash can as you dropped the tongue depressor into the trash before walking over to the small counter and opening up one of the drawers to grab a swab test. Honestly Franco was lying out of his ass about having a sore throat so it took him by surprise he actually might have had something going on he didn’t know about, there was a bit of surprise and shock on his face as he processed your words. 

“Is.. Is it gonna hurt?” He sheepishly asked as he watched you open up the plastic wrap keeping the long swab sterile, his baby blues widening and his face cringing at seeing how long the stick was, “No, it’s going to feel a bit weird however.. Just try not to close your mouth okay? Breathe through your nose.” You reassured him as you held both the swab and a fresh tongue depressor. “Okay open up wide–” 

Franco violently squirmed as he choked and coughed as you quickly removed the swab, snot coming from his nose and spittle shooting from his mouth. “CHRIST!” He heaved violently as the gurney threateningly creaked and groaned. 

“Sorry.. Sorry! I know–I know baby, hold on let me get you a tissue and some water.” You put the swab in the small plastic tube that was supplied with the kit as you grabbed some tissues and a styrofoam cup of cold water. “Hold still for me.. Let me clean you up honey.” You cooed as you cleaned up his face, brushing away any spit and snot that came out of him.. He definitely had something going on, your hand gently cupped his head as you gently poured water down his throat to soothe the ache he had. 

“Are you okay..?” You were genuinely worried about him after that reaction, you’ve done hundreds of swabs and that was one of the worst reactions you’ve seen in a while. Your eyebrows furrowed as tears came from his irritated eyes and soft sniffles came from him, “Oh.. Baby I’m so sorry..” You cooed as you put the empty cup on the small cart beside you, cupping his head in your warm arms as he cried into your embrace. Your head gently laid on top of his as you purred affirmations in his ear about how good he was, and how proud you were of him, his head was completely leaned over towards you as you cuddled him. Your thumb gently rubbing soft circles on the top of his bulging forehead as you consoled him.. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Fuck..” You softly moaned as Franco’s needy lips latched onto your bare nipple, sucking away at the hard bud as his long tongue rolled your nipple against his wet muscle. You felt so bad for him crying after the swab.. You just wanted to make it up to him and make him feel better! And well, you were succeeding because he wasn’t sobbing anymore.. Just moaning around the fat of your tits as he milked you like a cow. His Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down every delicious drop of milk from you, your milk was better than anything he’s ever tasted. It was sweet like sweetened condensed milk.. Maybe he’d talk you into pumping some out so he could keep it in his bottle. ♡

☆ Otto & Arora Kress – “Buffalo Minotaur”

Oh they are appalled the minute they hear about this policy from gossiping scientists who keep making sexual jokes about you, what has this world become? A senseless waste of depravity? 

Unlike Franco, they aren’t explicitly told about the Policy to their face. They learn about it from getting Otto’s newspaper and overhearing the scientists talk about wanting to fuck your pussy stupid over the medical bed. Otto’s interest is of course peaked and he does frequently imagine what they could have possibly put you in for everyone to be all pent up..

Also like Franco they are frequent fliers in the clinic, not because they got injuried.. But because they need more extensive care than the others to ensure they could properly do their trials.

“Oh my god.” Arora muttered the minute the security guard outside let you into the examination room, and there you stood looking like the star to a bad porno. Arora could practically hear Otto’s mind from up here! No wonder why everyone was pent up in a rut when you walked around like this in this goddamn facility! That guard probably had his way with you before you came in, they had to wait 15 minutes for you. Otto’s dark blue eyes were just eating up your voluptuous form, those perfect tits all pushed up against your uniform.. That small waist of yours that was hugged perfectly by your slutty little uniform, what didn’t help was the loud smack filling the air as the guard’s meaty hand met your plush ass. Your head snapped back at him in warning as he gave you a perverted smile back at your reaction, that slap confirmed all their suspicions. 

“Where on earth did you get your license? A crackerjack box?” Arora sneered at you, she wasn’t jealous her husband was gawking.. Well maybe just a bit, but at the shameful unprofessional behavior that you were displaying. “Oh Arora my dear, give the poor girl a break.. I’m sure she is perfectly qualified to do her job, my sweet.” Otto crooned at his worried wife, taking her small hand in his and rubbing her engagement and wedding ring with his thumb. Soothing her nerves, “Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Kress.. Are you ready for your check up?” You politely asked despite Otto’s obvious eyefucking and Arora’s insults, and the inappropriate misconduct your coworker just displayed in front of them.. The Kress twins were your most tolerable patients, they weren’t like the others.. They are more refined and mannered.

The Kress twins received monthly checkups in order to ensure they were more than capable to resume and carry out trials, they have a very weak immune system and as soon as one gets sick the other one goes down. So these checkups were mandatory for their health and for the sake of the therapy, “Of course we are nurse..” Otto purred, they had less restraints than the other prime assets. They were more trustful than the others who acted like wild mutts on crack, they weren’t really known for attacking just on a whim. It took something to irritate them enough to strike, if anything they were normal. “Good, have you two experienced any new symptoms lately I should know about before we begin?” You asked as you stood in front of them, taking off your stethoscope from your neck. 

“No–”

“Actually, I’ve been experiencing some pain in my knee.” Otto cut off Arora before she could respond, she looked down at her husband with an “really since WHEN?” look as he continued. “It’s been quite painful to run..” You let out a soft “hm” in reply as you approached them, putting the cold metal against Otto’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. “Is it a stabbing pain or a throbbing pain?” 

“Throbbing.”

His heartbeat was elevated, even when you asked for deep breaths from him it seemed to raise his heartbeat in excitement as the cool metal dragged against his dress shirt, Arora’s was the same–But you guessed that was because their bodies reacted off of each other. You didn’t see Arora’s eye roll at Otto’s sneaky little answer as you got down on your knees to look at his knee. Otto’s eyes dilated at seeing you in front of him on your knees, so very close to his crotch that throbbed slightly. Your gentle hands pressing down on pressure points to see if that would cause any reaction to him, he gave you a weak faux reaction of hissing and grimacing when you touched around a specific part of his shin. 

“Have you tripped or fell lately? You could have torn a muscle..” You hummed as your eyebrows furrowed trying to pin-point what could have caused a throbbing pain in his shin, you looked so goddamn sexy to him–So focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with him and how to help him.. Was it just him or was it getting hotter in here? Arora wasn’t snipping any snabby comments as her eyes were getting a perfect view of your cleavage, she was practically salivating at the sight of your plush tits pressed together in a cute little heart. If the twins had telepathy they’d be agreeing they adored this new policy and the view.

“Why yes.. He has, when we were chasing those horrible rodents around one of those awful vermin threw a brick at him and made us fall..” Arora answered, “Yes! Yes it was quite a nasty fall indeed..” Oh they were lying so hard to make this appointment longer than it needed to be.. And they succeeded alright by enrapturing your attention..

“Haaah! S,Shit..” You moaned into Arora’s soaking wet cunt as Otto’s thick cock hammered into your needy pussy, his meaty hands grasping lovingly at your perfect hips. Thumbs digging into the soft fat as his fingers kneaded you like dough, his fat thighs kept you spread out on his lap as his heavy balls loudly slapped against your messy pelvis. Arora’s hand was tangled in the back of your head, keeping your sloppy lips pressed against her folds. Your tongue needily lapped at her sensitive clit, getting her to drip more of her perfect serum into your mouth as Otto pounded your sappy cunt. “Oooh, don’t you stop now!” Arora moaned out as she hazily watched you ferociously suck her dripping pussy, Otto was stuck in dreamland as he forced that pretty little hole to take every drop of his potent cum. ♡

You walked out of the examination room with your lipstick smeared, lips swollen and your legs violently trembling as your coworker chuckled at your state. You couldn’t even stop his mean hands groping you as he growled into your ear, “Hope you aren’t too fucked out from them.. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

☆ Sister Liliya Bogomolova – “Angel of Leningrad”

Liliya is the only one of this list who actually really doesn’t care about the new policy. Like at all.

She isn’t as aroused or sexually frustrated like the others, and your lewd uniform doesn’t deter her or even affect her in the slightest. She doesn’t see nudity or lewd clothing as sexual, she sees them as clothing.

Despite being a “crazy religious nut” she’s the most sane out of this list when interacting with you. She just wants her appointment done and over with so she can go back to spreading God's gospel. 

You could feel Sister Liliya’s cold eyes on you the moment you strutted into the examination room, heels elegantly clicking against the sterile tile as you entered the cool room. Liliya was strapped down to the gurney, the only freedom she had was her left arm that was free of her prosthetic that held her weapon.. Apparently she had gotten some glass in her prosthetic from a reagent throwing a bottle at her and it caused some light injuries that needed to be tended too.. Also you worried her stitches might’ve reopened from the glass rubbing against it for so long, “Good morning Sister Liliya.” You greeted as you put on some latex gloves, grabbing a small metal table to put all of your medical supplies on.

You grabbed an array of different tools to patch her up, a thick syringe full of saline to flush out the cuts, some alcohol pads to kill any infection, some cream antibiotics,  a small roll of gauze and some scissors, and some medical tape to close up the gauze since a safety pin would disrupt her range of motion. “How's your arm?” You tried to ask but was met with pure silence, she wasn’t talkative like the other patients.. She just wanted to get back to the resort and continue her gospel. The doctor came in and got as much of the glass out of her arm before you came in to finish the job, since you weren’t specialized or authorized enough to examine her stitches. 

The silence was far from comforting, it was tense and uncomfortable as you got straight to work on fixing her up. Taking the syringe and pumping down on it to release the saline to flush out the various cuts all over her nub, a paper towel wrapped firmly around her arm to catch any of the saline before it got all over the floor. Her stare remained on you as she watched you like you were a bug trapped underneath a scientist's finger, watching as you patted her arm try before using the alcohol wipes to clean around her cuts. She tensed against the gurney as the burning sensation of the alcohol poisoned her system, a soft grunt escaping her as you quickly tried to finish this step. 

You examined her stitches closely, having just a small inkling the doctor didn’t really do a proper examination and thankfully her stitches were still closed. A bit red due to irritation from the alcohol wipes and the glass, but still tight and intact. No signs of any lurking infections or bacteria. You grabbed the small tube of cream antibiotics and squirted some onto the tip of your finger, applying it evenly to all the cuts ensuring the antibiotic seeped into her wounds in a protective seal. 

Snip..

The scissors cut a snip of the gauze as you took some medical tape and closed up the gauze, making sure it was tightly protecting her arm before pulling back and putting the scissors back onto the cart. “All done, can I get you anything for the pain?” You were expecting some more silence but to your surprise she actually filled the void, “Yes.” she simply rasped out at you. Surprise quickly painting your face before you choked it back down, “Okay, I’ll make sure you get some ibuprofen before you are sent back.. Anything else I can assist you with?” 

A loud yelp escaped you as her right arm jumped out to grab yours, panic filling your body and mind–When did she break out? HOW did she break out of her restraints–Her claws dug deep into your skin as she dragged you closer towards her, your once elegant and controlled steps becoming clumsy and uncoordinated like a baby lamb as you tripped over your own heels.. Landing on her chest, holy shit she was strong! You were terrified, eyes filled with fear as you trembled.. You didn’t know she had no intentions to hurt you, she just wanted to thank you for healing her back up so sweetly and efficiently.. How sweet you were to her, how you cared for her like you loved her.. She was sure you loved her, after that beautiful display of worship? 

“a,aah! o,oh fffucck.. FUCK!” You whimpered out against the cold lace of her body suit, your panties were torn to shreds around your ankle as she devoured your sweet pussy. Her one hand kept you pinned down on her head as she encouraged you to ride her face which you blissfully did, feeling her suck lovingly on your slick folds trying to coax more of your sweet wine out of that pulsing hole. Her tongue was something unnatural, more serpentine than a thick muscle and obscenely long. Fucking every sensitive spot against your clenching walls as her plump lips closed down on your engorged clit, her head shook as she drowned herself in your nectar. Using her sharp teeth to gently nip at you as you loudly whimpered from the feeling. 

She didn’t let you get up off of her till you had gushed in her mouth and was drooling all over her stomach from her not giving up and letting you escape her long tongue that kept pushing deeper and deeper into that slick hole. ♡

Over your time at the prison farm your mind was full of things you wish you could tell Dr. Easterman, how good you’d be for him, how you’d do better, how you would do anything but be one of Coyle’s pets. Sometimes you’d stare into the camera’s Murkoff set up around the facility staring deep into the black lens as you sobbed for daddy to come through those elevators and hold you. Brush your hair as Easterman held you in the comfort of his lap, telling you did so good for him.. That you were his baby and he was going to make you feel all better. But every time those doors opened it was only another expop who either disregarded you or one who took interest in your vulgar nudity, it was never Easterman. The guards who stood behind chain linked fences brushed you off like you were just a stupid grunt, the doctors would close the shutters on you from their reinforced windows. 

You got thrown into the prison farm after your steady A+’s and perfect performance went to D’s.. Your perfect performance was quickly destroyed after you failed invasion. You had one task, kill the reagent.. But right when you were about to stab them in the face they begged and showed you a picture of their child, a newborn baby they were trying to get back too.. And you couldn’t do it, you let them overpower you and run away. Easterman was ashamed of your performance, his little how high couldn’t even kill another person. You weren’t as perfect or as dedicated as he thought you were, so you were taken from the sleep room one night. You woke up everyone with your banshee-like screams as guards dragged you out of your destroyed room, you can remember Dorris’s saddened expression watching you wail and sob.. Begging for them not to take you, you being taken reminded her painfully of the night guards took Henrietta from her. 

You thought the doctors would turn you into another mindless grunt, or maybe use you as another scapegoat for the judge, but no. Easterman took pity on you, yes, you failed him. Disappointed him, brought shame to his doorstep. Another stain to clean up from his perfect reputation.. You were given to Sergeant Leland Coyle for Project Boneyard, a new trial environment you were shoved into.. But you weren’t the main attraction to this utter shitshow, another person was there. Given to Coyle like a welcome to the neighborhood present, a house warming gift, The Warden he was called. A chubby man who had a burlap sack over his head that had metal triangles embedded on the top to symbolize dog ears, a metal mouth piece that had sharp “teeth” and a tongue. He was Coyle’s little fuck pig, and you were just the whore that came with him. You both weren’t as sane as you used to be, endless abuse, experimentation, trials.. It changed you, The Warden was sure he was untouchable because he did sexual favors to Coyle in return for protection, you were sometimes forced to watch the man suck Coyle off till Coyle got bored of him. Coyle would never let The Warden come, no matter how hard he begged Coyle brushed him off–So out of horny desperation, began to use you. Constantly. The shame he felt from being used by Coyle daily and being in this god awful place, he took it out on you. Unlike others he was barely restrained, he had free range and motion. And of course he took advantage of it, acting like a true corrupted prison warden and using you till you passed out.

“U–Uh! uh, uh..!” 

Stupid incomprehensible noises came from your spit covered lips, the glossy muscle all swollen from crying for hours on end, from sucking the warden’s heavy dick, from biting your lips to try not to whimper so hard when his fat cock violently plowed into your puffy cunt. The warden had you bent over his desk, fat tits pressed against the polished wood as he pulverized your poor pussy into a sticky mess. “Y,Yeah? Yeah? D–Daddy makes you feel reeaaall good don’t he?” Jesus Christ, he couldn’t even hold a sentence from whimpers and moans cutting into each syllable. His bruised large hands disgustingly groped the fat of your ass, fingers squeezing that beautiful flesh and making it squeeze between the free space of his fingers. Hands aggressively palming your ass as the fat of his hips rammed into you, his dick was so sore–His hips ached, his chubby thighs violently trembled as he tried to keep himself up so he wouldn’t collapse on you. “G,Good girl.. So good fer’ daddy..” God you were a mess, lips permanently stuck in an “o” shaped, your bruised legs violently quivering and twitching, your entire lover half was jello. Pure jello, all you could feel was that violent crave of his dick drilling so hard in your canal you were sure he was bruising the opening to that pretty little cervix.

The embarrassingly loud squelches and squishes that came from between your legs were painfully loud from how much you’ve come, he’s made you squirt almost every 4 minutes. You couldn’t help it anymore, he reduced you into a fire hydrant. Uncontrollable spurts of slick coming from your aching hole, warm cum drooling down your thighs to mix in the puddle on the floor. You weren’t even holding on to anything anymore, you couldn’t. Your brain was all mushy and stupid, you were completely cockdrunk! You just laid there and took every thick inch like this was the therapy Dr. Easterman wanted you to learn, and you were learning alright. What spots that got that pretty messy pussy snapping down on him like a venus flytrap, sucking him of all his sweet nectar. And right in front of you, sitting in a leather chair.. Manspreaded like a whore was Sergeant Leland Coyle, huffing like a bull as he sucked the tobacco out of his cigarette. Visors resting against the bridge of his crooked nose as those cold blue eyes were glued onto you, watching you drool all over yourself to the point where it was down to your naval. 

Coyle’s eyes were trained onto yours, watching as those pretty little orbs rolled so far back he could count the veins on your whites. See those fat tears glob down those red little cheeks, his thighs spread on instinct. His angry bulge twitching from his little drill sergeant get up, dick throbbing to be inserted between those pretty lips and sucked till he was shooting blanks. The warden’s mouth felt good, but if the one thing he hated was the warden couldn’t suck dick to save his life.. You? By god you sucked him off so good he almost wanted to ask the doctors to keep you alive so he could fuck your throat anytime he needed.

“A–Am I doin’ good daddy? Am, ah–fuck! Am I makin’ baby happy..?” The warden pleaded his deep voice cracking from when your sweet walls sucked around him just right, he was begging Coyle for positive validation. Any Validation, good or bad, was good in his eyes. It meant his life was spared a little longer. Coyle let out a grunt of displeasure almost pissed from his daydream of forcing you to gag on his cock till you threw up was disrupted, his eyes finally broke from yours just for a moment to the warden. Seeing that stupid fuck looking like he was about to pass out from how pussydrunk he is, “She don’t look happy to me, how the hell are you gonna keep her from cheatin’ on you with the milkman while you are away servin’ the country?” Coyle snapped, if you had a brain cell to cling onto you’d know that was something that happened to him with his first wife.. The warden snarled in your ear as his head pressed against your hair, a loud smack filling the air as he slapped your ass so hard you could feel his hand print welting on the bruised flesh. Nasty bruises contrasting from purple to red painted your skin from how hard he beat your ass. 

“N,No wife of mine–haah–Is gonna cheat on me–!” He growled angrily like you were his actual wife, his hips found a new vigor as his slams turned into violent pounding that had you sobbing so loudly you were sure any grunt could hear you for miles. You violently squirmed against the desk when his bulbous tip rammed into your g-spot, practically bruising it as he focused all his attention on that one little spot. “O,Oh fuck..” He whimpered pathetically as you squirted all over him again, clear liquid coming out in flowing gushes as that sweet little canal suffocated his throbbing cock. He didn’t last another second before shoving all his body weight into you, a downright stupid little yelp coming from you when you felt his hot load fill your overstuffed pussy. Some of it leaking from your stretched hole as that stupid fucks hips kept jerking into you, your pussy had his poor brain melted. If he could stay like this forever, he would.. Maybe Dr. Easterman would be so merciful and fulfill that wish. 

“You stupid heifer.” Coyle said as he grabbed the back of the warden’s neck and yanked him back like a misbehaving puppy, you didn’t even know he got up.. Well, neither of you did because the warden let out a loud sob as he was ripped from the comforting warmth of your womb. “AH! DADDY–PLEASE!” You heard the warden sob in pain as Coyle bitch slapped him with his cattle prod, it wasn’t turned on so he could actually sit down and enjoy the show. “You good for nuthin’ tub of lard, how you goin’ keep her happy? Huh? By puttin’ a baby in her–”

“I–I could! I could daddy–Wan’ me to put a baby in her? I’ll give her all my puppies–AH!” You could barely hear the thud the warden hit the cold ground as Coyle kicked him. “You dumb fuckin’ mutt, sit there like a good boy as I show you AGAIN how to keep her happy. How fuckin’ hard is it?” Coyle snapped as he put his cattle prod onto the desk beside your limp form, leather gloves violently grasping at your waist as he turned you over to face him. Your head hit the back of the desk with a sickening thump as he manhandled you, a scoff coming from him as his hand went to the back of your skull, fingers twisting in your scalp as he forced you to kiss him. His leathery tongue going down your throat as those exposed teeth of his bite down on the fat of your lip, his other hand threw your boneless leg onto his hip as the sounds of your sloppy make out filled your brain. “Mmmphmm, my good lil’ girl.. Look at chu, so pretty.” Coyle cooed as he slowly pulled back, hot breath that reeked of alcohol and tobacco intoxicating your senses. He watched as thick strands of drool kept you two connected as his clothed erection humped your soaking wet folds. Head craning down as a needy groan escaped him, watching those puffy engorged pussy hug his clothed cock. His hips kept a slow yet steady pace as he panted violently, a bit of spittle coming from the corner of his burnt lip. The warden sat below by Coyle’s side, eyes locked onto your face as he watched those eyelids flutter shut. “O,ooohh fuffcckk..” You squeaked out as Coyle let out a chuckle.

“Yeah babygirl? Yeah? Love this dick don’t cha?” He cooed mockingly as he tilted his head in faux care, “Use your words sweetness, don’t be a bitch.” The contrast between him calling you sweet pet names to straight degradation made your stupid little brain short circuit. “Y,yes daddy–Fuck.. I,I love it–” You mewled out as your shaky soft hands somehow found the urge to paw his torso, normally he’d slap those wandering hands away but he leaned into your greedy little touches, “Need it baby girl? Need this dick makin’ your pretty little head all stupid?” 

God the little “yeeesss!” that came out from you, you used to throw stuns, bricks, bottles, insults, anything at this disgusting vile excuse of a man’s sperm. Now you were begging for his cock like it would save your soul from being damned, “Yeah I knew you needed this.” He groaned as he looked down at the warden who was sitting on his knees, erect cock throbbing pre-cum as he was lazer focused on that sloppy pussy. “Make yerself fuckin’ useful.” He barked as the warden’s shaky hands went to Coyle’s custom made buckle, undoing it sloppily as he pulled his dick out. Coyle groaned as his head tipped back, hips bucking into the warden’s sweaty palm. The warden’s hand moved quickly against Coyle, pumping his hard shaft as best as he could as the other went up to fondle his balls that were just begging to be buried in you already so he could blow his load into you. “Ffffuuccck..” His head tipped further as his hand groped your beaten ass, little sobs and painful winces coming from you as rough fingers dug into the bruises. 

Coyle’s hips jerked hard, so hard his tip slid through you with embarrassing ease causing him to choke. Smoke came from his nostrils as he spit out his half dead cigarette, his hand leaving your head to have both of them jump at your hips. An obscenely loud groan escaping his raspy throat as he wasted zero time sinking allll the way to the hilt. His hands cupped you as those mean fingers buried themselves into your fat, loud screams came from you as he plowed you open. The warden still fondling Coyle as his other hand jerked himself off, you sounded like you were in PAIN as Coyle pounded you so hard you felt like you were about to vomit.

“D-DADDY! DADDY FUCK!” Came from that sweet mouth Coyle’s shoulders shuddered as he huffed through his nose at your reaction, lifting your ass higher so he could nail you. “Y–Yeah? YEAH? This much better than what that dumb mutt was puttin’ you through?” He yelled in pride and lust as his head swung down to watch you, “Y–YES! YES, YES, YEESS! OOOHHH MY FUCKING GOOODDD!” You were screeching like the berserker was shoving his hand in your ass, your screams piercing Coyle and the warden’s ears. You were gagging on your own gasps and cries, gagging from the sheer force of being fucked this hard. Your hands were clutching at Coyle’s uniform as he let you subconsciously rip it off of him, “See boy? THIS, is how you take care of a woman.” He yowled like a cat, making it very known what was happening in the warden’s office. The warden whimpered as his cock throbbed painfully in his hand, he was so dizzy from how hard he is–So nauseous from needing to come so badly, needing you so badly. His hand stopped stroking his dick to cup his tip, whimpering and whining for your attention as Coyle completely disregarded his existence. Coyle’s grunts grew frantic, sounding more primitive as his hips slapped hard against you. Chasing his orgasm he needed to badly, hands using you like a fuck doll as he manhandled you to bounce on his sweaty cock. 

“FUCK!”  He seethed out, drool dripping down his completely charred skin as he exploded in you. Burning hot cum filling you up in deliciously violent spurts, his hands clutching your ass keeping you still on him so nothing would leak out. You swore you felt a kiss on the top of your head, and another on your sweaty forehead. “Good girl, such a good girl.. Daddy loves you.” He purred lovingly basking in that graceful high he’s been waiting for all day, his lips became more bold as he pressed them all over your face. Cooing about how much he loves you, how he’d let nothing touch a pretty hair on your head, “Yer’ safe here, right here with daddy.” He grumbled as his head rested against yours, you basked in the radiance of his love. For once it wasn’t perversion or abuse, just straight love and admiration. 

You let him snuggle you, you snuggled him back the best you could. Whenever you did good for Coyle he was always good to you after, his nose pressed deep into your hair. Smelling your post-sex scent as he nuzzled his face into it, his hands now softer as they rubbed your aching back. “My good girl.” He hummed as he placed one last smooch to your forehead before pulling away. As fast as he was soft and sweet was as fast as he became that dictating asshole, he snarled at the warden who was still jerking off. Your eyes widened in fear and surprise as Coyle stomped on the warden’s cock, a loud scream of sheer pain coming from the man as he fell down into the puddle of cum & slick. Shaking and dry heaving as Coyle rolled his eyes at the man, “You pathetic waste of yer’ daddy’s spunk! You gonna let another man cum in her? Huh? Clean her up you fat fuck.” 

Despite being in brutal pain that had his vision blackening he shakily tried to get up but kept falling from how weak he was, “Oh for fucks sake. Do I gotta do everything around here?” Coyle sighed in irritation and disappointment as he grabbed a fistful of the warden’s sack head as he dragged him up and shoved him face first in your pussy. The warden groaned against your hot flesh, a shiver being sent down your spine as you felt the vibration against your puffy neglected clit. The sharp metal of his faux teeth bumping against your mound as his tongue slithered into your spent hole, meaty hands grabbing your thighs and cupping them, pushing them further apart as his head made a home between your legs. 

“uuuhhh, hhnnggghgg…” That’s all you could produce. All you could make were noises a slut would make, the warden was so eager and lapped up every drop of Coyle’s warm cum. Wasting zero time to gulp it down as the slick muscle dug further into you, You felt Coyle's hand cup your chin and tilt your head backwards giving you a face full of his dick. Your lips automatically opened as that pretty pink tongue came out to lick at his drooling tip, you heard him shamelessly groan as his hips adjusted so his tip could follow that sweet tongue. The warden’s own tongue dug deeper, hitting spots in you that had your weak legs trembling and your ankles twisting. The bottom of the sack was soaked from drool, the once cold metal of his canine mouthpiece now hot and lubed up. “D–Daddy..” You whimpered pitifully at your poor clit not getting any attention, both of their heads jerked to look at you instinctively. “M,My poor lil’ fawn.” The warden cooed as his hand abandoned squeezing and assaulting you to rub circles on your clit, “S,Sorry babygirl..” He whimpered out as he kept sucking Coyle’s cum out of your cunt, shuddering as he felt his own salty & thick load start to come out. Before you could show him your appreciation Coyle’s hand slammed down on your throat, hips shoving forward to shove his cock down to your larynx. You gagged hard around his cock feeling bile rise up as drool popped from your full mouth, Coyle’s loud groans and snarls of pleasure filled your ears like a siren song as his hips thrusted hard into your mouth. A mix of unkept pubic hair & scarred flesh slapping against your face and filling your nostrils. “Take this fuckin’ cock you slut..” Coyle panted out as his hand tightened around your throat, strangling you so your throat got smaller around his cock. God you were on the verge of passing out and puking, the pleasure was too much–Fuck, your head was so dizzy.. Who were you? Where were you? UUUggh, you never wanted this to end. ♡

The warden groaned with joy when you squirted in his mouth, greedily drinking every drop as his sucking got louder from how soaked you were. Any cum or squirt that was running down your thighs? He was lapping up happily, your nose was working overtime trying to get oxygen to your lungs. Your vision was turning black as you felt Coyle’s cum fill your throat like you were a stuffed pastry. He let out a shaky groan as lights flashed behind his closed eyes as he thrusted hard and deep into that tight throat, forcing you to swallow every drop.. Which you had no choice but to do. His hand relaxed against your now bruised throat, watching as your skin flushed red.. You had his hand prints allll over that slutty neck, he quickly pulled out to creampie your stupid face before you passed out. 

You were passed out still in the warden’s arms as he lovingly snuggled you in Coyle’s leather chair, bagged head resting against your shoulder. Big hands now gentle and loving as he soothed the ache in your spine, his job was to protect you while Coyle was gone.. He wished so dearly that Coyle would one day rip the sack from his head and the bit in his mouth and give him the honor of kissing you.

Pyro, the mumbling abomination that struck nothing but pure fear into you and your teammates. And the funny thing was he wasn’t even an enemy, he was in your team. Your TEAMMATE. Pyro was an interesting nutcase that had everyone on your team, including yourself, genuinely questioning the safety measures of this company and who they are hiring. Like seriously, do background checks even exist for this corporation or were they just picking off lunatics from the ward and throwing them into battle? Unlike the other members of the team that had information on them–Pyro had nothing, all that was known was a track record of mental illness and the fact they were a mercenary. There was nothing known about them, not their name, history, gender, nothing. All anyone knew was Pyro was a schizophrenic homicidal maniac who creeped everyone out, including Heavy! Who was known for his fearlessness and bravery, in his own words: ‘’I fear no man, but that… Thing, scares me.’’ You’ve all seen them on the battlefield, locking the other team into buildings with their fire axe and burning sed building to the ground with them inside. Mercilessly stalking and hunting BLU till every opponent you had was dead. You’ve heard the others whisper, wondering if Pyro would ever change their mind and go after this team. They seemed to have no limit or morals, and they were completely unable to speak. So that just increased the fear factor of you all.

But for some reason, they sparked an interest in you. You’d find yourself watching them from afar, Pyro isolated, doing their own thing. Refueling their flamethrower, polishing their axe, oiling up the trigger so it wouldn’t stall.. Staring at the wall silently like they were dissociating. You had your own personal questions about your nutty teammate. They never did seem all there, like they were in their own little lala land. You tried finding anything about them, hell you even asked Miss Pauling but she knew as much as you did: Nothing! 

You tried to do research, tried to find out where their latex suit was from, to the brand of their flamethrower–You tried everything. What fuel they used, but  your digging was met with dead ends at every turn.. You even tried to bribe Spy to go and stalk Pyro for a bit and go into their room–Try to see if they were hiding anything or had any bits and pieces about their identity. But Spy called you an idiot for even attempting to ask that question.

‘’Keep starin’ at that thing and it’ll light this whole goddamn place ablaze.’’ Heavy said, breaking you from your daze of creepily watching Pyro from a distance. Today thankfully was a relaxation day, no fighting, no war, no missions.. Just recharging, you, Heavy, Engineer, and Demoman were sitting at one of the tables in the kitchen. You had drifted from the conversation to gawk while the others talked about various topics that you had no interest in. ‘’Don’t be like that Mikhail.’’ You said as you lifted your water bottle towards your lips, shooting Heavy a sharp glare out of annoyance.. And embarrassment you had gotten caught. ‘’Hell, I don’t blame em’. Especially after what we caught that Mumblin’ Devil doin’ yesterday.’’ Tavish said with a small shiver running down his spine as his hands clutched his mug of coffee. Right.. Yesterday, you couldn’t blame your teammates fear from what they witnessed Pyro doing yesterday in the field.. Apparently Scout had found Pyro tearing the intestines from a screaming-barely alive-BLU Soldier.. Completely understandable and valid fear. 

You didn’t even have an excuse to defend Pyro, the thought of imagining Pyro taking a huge man–Breaking his legs, and cutting open his stomach while he is still ALIVE and tearing out his intestines. The sounds of organs squishing and blood squelching, and bones cracking made you shiver. ‘’How’s Scout doing..?’’ You asked with slight concern, apparently Scout had to go to Med-bay after witnessing the scene, and hasn’t been back since then. ‘’Still refuses to sleep in the barracks. Nurse told me he’s in pretty rough shape, been having nightmares.’’ Dell chimed in, he had visited Scout earlier to see how he was holding up. Afterall, Scout was more terrified of Pyro than all of you combined. Scout always had this fear that Pyro had it out for them, it was a reasonable fear. Hell, you even thought sometimes if Pyro was out for all of you. ‘’Is he going to attend tomorrow's mission? ‘’ You asked, your hand putting down the water bottle and grabbing the cap off of the wooden table. Twisting the circular piece of plastic back onto the nozzle as you looked at Dell who shrugged in response. ‘’I don’t blame him, I don’t think I’d be okay witnessing that face to face.’’ Mikhail shivered at the pure concept of that horrible vision. Your gaze slipped subconsciously, noticing Pyro wasn’t over by the little chair they like to sit in the main rec room. Pyro had their own little chair, it was away from the couch and the others and in a corner. Everyone here all agreed and registered that it was Pyro’s spot and off limits. They probably went to their room already.. Or the showers. It was getting pretty late, and tomorrow you had to go back on the field on another mission.

‘’Well M’ gonna call it a night, I’m pretty exhausted.’’ You said, pushing back your chair as you stood up. Grabbing your water bottle as you pushed in your chair. ‘’Tired from sittin’ on yer ass all day?’’ Playfully mocked Tavish who was giving you his sly ass grin, ‘’Tired of listening to you all talk about the same topic over and over again, then yeah.’’ You bit back, ‘’Goodnight.’’ You simply said to your team members who all bid you a goodnight in their own ways. 

You began walking towards the barracks, shoes clicking gently against the cold tile making your way down the hall about to turn left for the female barracks and bathroom to wash up before bed. Till your eyes landed on a door. Pyro’s door, Pyro got his own room since everyone else had safety concerns.. And honestly? It was for the best. You glanced around, looking for that hulking gas mask and guttural breathing to find yourself alone. And in front of Pyro’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood trying to hear any signs of life–a mumble, a breath, maybe even a small step. Yet you heard nothing. 

This is fucking stupid, I should not do this shit. Your prefrontal cortex said in your mind, but your hand didn’t stop wrapping itself around the knob and testing to see if it was unlocked.. And it wasn’t, Girl if you do not turn your ass around right now–You thought to yourself, trying to reason yourself out of a very BAD idea. Your brain was already imagining what would happen if you got caught, and every response landed in the most brutal way to die. Pyro was reserved for a reason, and you know this. Everyone does, but curiosity did in fact kill the cat because your hand fully turned the knob.

You did one last glance around ensuring your isolation before taking a peek inside of the room, it was dark–yet thanks to military training you could make out any shapes that seemed human enough. And you saw nothing, even doing a reassuring stance to listen for any noises. But the only thing you heard was silence, you slipped your body gently through the crack in the door you had made for yourself to sneak in. Moving like a python in a tight place you slithered your way through and closed the door subtly and gently behind you before feeling around for a light. Your digits moved carefully around surfaces, feeling the textures of wood before your palm landed on cold metal. Your hand snaked up around the base as the tips of your fingers felt around for a switch..

Click.

The lamp illuminated the light in the room, and honestly? You were disappointed in the lack of–Everything. This room was basic, it had a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a desk, and the standard lamp. The only thing that caught your eye was a pink fluffy unicorn plushy sitting in front of two pillows, your head tilted slightly in interest as you stepped forward towards the bed. It was neatly made, all corners tucked into the frame.. Pyro definitely had military training, and apparently liked unicorns? You weren’t stupid, you knew damn well not to touch that god forsaken stuffed animal. Having a slight feeling touching it would set Pyro into a murderous rage, so your eyes set to something less obvious. The closet.

You stepped forward towards the wooden door, hand wrapping around the wooden handle to open the sliding door. The closet was like the room, clean. Hanging from the bars were two hangers, one empty, the other hanger holding a latex fire-proof suit, and around the neck of the hanger was another black gas mask. On the metal shelf were a few boxes. One was for shotgun ammunition, another was for flare, and the other boxes were longer. Probably holding a shotgun and the flare gun. Below your feet was a big storage case, and on top another case. But it was smaller. Inside the small box were a few bottles of lube and conditioner, probably to help lube up the latex suit to get in. And on the other side there was napalm wrapped in protective casing. Upon closing the small box and temporarily moving it, you kneeled down on the ground and opened it. The contents were simple, Pyro’s flamethrower and some flammable fuel.

You were disappointed in finding only things you already knew about, the only new thing was the unicorn. Which surprised you, Pyro was such a homicidal cruel abomination.. Why did they enjoy something as innocent and childish as a pink unicorn with light pink hair? And the hair wasn’t matted like how most synthetic wool hair would be on most stuffed animals. It was straight and detangled, which immediately gave off the tell-tale sign Pyro cherished the stuffed toy. 

With a sigh you stood up, there had to be more. You grabbed the medium black box and placed it back on its respective place on top of the other storage container and shut the closet. Making your way over to the dresser to see its contents. 

Oops.. You thought to yourself when you opened the first drawer only to find it full of boxer briefs neatly folded. That didn’t really tell you much since you yourself wore boxers, they were better for combat and comfort. Your hands reached for another and found it stacked full of ammunition for different types of weapons, and a tool kit for sharpening and polishing. Again, nothing special.. The next drawer had some plain black t-shirts neatly folded military style. The next few drawers were just pants and socks, and a boot polishing kit.. 

Either Pyro knew someone would snoop eventually, or they were really just this reserved. This was a waste of time, you weren’t learning anything. Just the fact that military standards seemed to be drilled into Pyro’s brain and they liked unicorns–

Your mind was immediately changed upon opening the nightstand drawer. Your eyes landed on a jar, a mason jar, a mason jar full of human teeth. The light that shined in from the room poured into the drawer and lit up the different shades of teeth ranging from deep yellows to almost white, they were human by the way the incisor and molars looked. And the jar was full, full to the top. Your stomach dropped instantly, you needed to get the fuck out of here now. You gently shut the drawer and went for the light, the hairs on the back of your neck were standing tall and your adrenaline was kicking in. It was one thing to brutally murder the enemy, it was another to collect human teeth in a jar in your bedroom knowing your history as a serial maniac. Your heart immediately fell to your ass when you saw that god forsaken door knob turn, your training kicked in and your body made like the speed of light. Turning off the lamp before getting on all fours and sliding underneath the bed. Engulfing the room back into darkness, your only saving grace was light did not escape through the gaps of the doors.

Crrreeeakkkkk..

The door widened all the way as the room was flooded with light once more, you held your breath as a hand wrapped around your jaw to silence yourself. Your legs curled in to make yourself look smaller as you crawled into a corner furthest away from the exit from underneath the bed, your widened eyes landed on Pyro’s fluffy pink bunny slippers. You heard the familiar sound of the door shutting and the lamp clicking on, your eyes followed their feet. Trying not to make it obvious or alert them from staring so hard, they made their way over to the closet and opened it. Hanging up their suit on the empty hanger you saw earlier before closing the door and making their way to the bed.

The frame creaked underneath their added weight, slipping their feet out of the slippers and into the bed. You could feel them shifting to get comfortable before the light turned off, now all you had to do was wait till they fell asleep.. Minutes passed as silence filled the air, you waited carefully. Waiting for one snore, one snore and you’d get out of this room and forget you were ever in here. And thankfully you were given that one deep snore, you made haste. Crawling out from underneath the bed, still staying low to hide your figure–

HHFGK!

You gasped out, your hands jumping to the burnt one wrapped around your throat tightly. Cutting off your airway as Pyro lifted you from the ground and onto the bed, Pyro saw you enter their room when they were walking out of the bathrooms. They were just waiting for you out, they knew exactly where you were hiding too. They weren’t even laying down either, they just sat there and pretended to lure you out. You squirmed and wiggled, expecting to be met with Pyro’s weapon of choice till they dropped you on the bed and loomed above, they let go of your throat and turned on the lamp like an angry parent who just caught a teenager sneaking out of bed. 

You coughed and heaved for oxygen, gagging on your own erratic breaths as you sat up for a better airway. Once you had regained your senses you looked up and saw Pyro. Not in their suit, but in lounge clothes. They were wearing one of the black shirts you had seen earlier and some comfortable baggy lounge pants. And of course, that black gas mask. Their thick arms were crossed and that’s when you noticed the lack of body hair, and soft skin. There was charred skin all over certain parts of their arms and hands. And around their entire neck and possibly more. ‘’I’m sorry–’’ You began immediately begging for forgiveness, ‘’I know this was severely inappropriate of me to invade your space. I have no excuse for my actions.’’ You really had no excuse, you being ‘’interested’’ in them wasn’t even an excuse either. 

Pyro’s head tilted softly, you could feel their eyes on you. Staring directly at your head, they didn’t say anything–Even then it’s not like you’d understand a word they said. The silence was awkward as you waited for anything, a hint of interaction. But all you got was a chest heaving and them staring you down like an executioner. The fear in your system had your other senses working overtime to try and soothe that fear, and unfortunately it made things worse because you realized how.. Close their thighs to you. There was barely any space between you two, they had big thighs too–And your eyes subconsciously were looking them up and down. From toe to head, their body was masculine. That’s when you noticed the slight bulge where the crotch of their pants was, ‘’Pyro..?’’ You asked looking up at them.

Pyro didn’t know what to do with you, they were upset you had invaded their personal privacy instead of being normal and asking questions to them and actually interacting with them. They were just staring, staring directly at you silently. You couldn’t even read anything about them through their body language. This was awkward, and uncomfortable. Your body had the primal urge to remove yourself from this situation immediately. ‘’Can I leave..?’’ The minute that string of words came out of your mouth Pyro closed the gap, pushing you flat on your back on the bed. Your legs instinctively hiked up in habit and shock as they stood between your thighs, still staring down at you. But their gaze seemed to shift, from your face, to your neck, to your chest. That full chest rising and falling from beneath a t-shirt, you were scared. They knew you were, they didn’t want you to be scared of them. They weren’t going to hurt you!

You were terrified beneath them, begging to every entity above and below to spare your life. Your body jolted when you felt those rough hands land on your waist, right where your shirt had ridden up slightly from impact. In Pyro’s mind, this was a way of telling you they weren’t going to hurt you. In your mind you thought they were testing to see if it was possible to break your hips from this angle. Still sensing you were scared, they took a step forward–Which did nothing but cage you in and brush their crotch against yours. A soft gasp came from your lips when you felt a bulge rub against the clothed part of your sex, your hands gripping the bedding a bit harder as the muscles in your thighs clenched. 

‘’Pyro–Wait..’’ You muttered out, shifting away from their crotch just in case.. But they pulled you back against it, hard. ‘’ah!’’ You mewled out on accident, Pyro only pulled you back because they thought you were trying to get away but their head jolted up to your face upon hearing that noise. Your face flushed with red, embarrassment burning your ears and head like you had been lit on fire. Before you could awkwardly apologize and try to move away again, their hips nudged gently against yours testing to see if they could make that sound come out again. ‘’uh–’’ Drawled out from you in a high pitched squeak, their head tilted as their grip on your waist slithered down to your hips. Squishing the soft fat underneath their burnt hands as they gently guided your hips to grind back against theirs. 

Your muscles relaxed as the hairs on your neck went down, your body focusing on the pleasurable stimulation instead of adrenaline and your fight or flight response. They could feel your body relaxing underneath theirs as they kept a steady and perfect pace. Their bulge was getting bigger, you could feel the mound of flesh beneath those pants getting thicker and swelling. Soft breathing came from their mask above you as they grinded you down on them, the stimulation felt so good–You just couldn’t help wrapping your legs around their waist to bring them closer. Your sex was aching and pulsing around nothing, and you could feel yourself already getting wet from the slick ruining your dry underwear. ‘’ooh, fuckk..’’ You groaned, eyes going from wide to half lidded as those pupils slowly trailed up their body like eye candy.

Pyro themself was getting more dazed, their breath was picking up, the way their digits wrapped around your hips a bit tighter.. And the way they were grinding harder, they were listening to every soft mewl that came from those beautiful lips. You sounded like a siren singing, luring in unsuspecting victims to your trap. A beautiful harmonic melody filling their ears, they were unknowingly going harder. Grinding you harder down on their crotch which made your eyes flutter shut from the powerful stimulation overtaking your senses, you haven’t had release in months. You were too exhausted, too stressed out, or too hurt to even pleasure yourself in your lonesome. So your body was acting more desperate for the stimulus, ‘’haa, haa, mmh–’’ You whimpered out when they gave you three hard thrusts, like they were trying to fuck you out of your shorts. You let out a small cry when they folded you up and laid down on top of you, thighs clenched hard as they practically pounded you through their clothes. Your arms wrapped around their shoulders, bringing them close as their body crushed you. Using their weight as an advantage just to slam their hips into you harder, you could hear their erratic breathing coming through the filter of the gas mask. 

Your eyes fluttered to their gas mask, seeing how the tinted lenses were all fogged up from how excited they were. Your hand gently abandoned the thick of their back and traveled along the black rubber slowly finding your hand wrapped firmly around the nozzle of the gas mask, palm almost covering the filter. This only seemed to excite Pyro more, the concept of having limited breathing made their brain even fuzzier as their pace picked up. Trying their hardest to mount you, you picked up on their pace and how quick and sloppy they had become. Your hand wrapped tightly around the filter, suppressing their breathing. A deep muffled groan came from them as they pumped their hips harder into your clothed sex, wiggling and gyrating their hips perfectly so their bulge rubs against your sensitive clit that was begging for attention.

Their breaths increasingly got heavier, sounding more like a gruff rasp than actual intakes for oxygen, their brain was getting all fuzzy and empty as their eyes fluttered from underneath that mask concealing their identity. Their messy humps got sloppier and slower, their body turning tense as less oxygen flowed through their veins. Your hand released on the nozzle, watching their chest heave for air as they shuttered violently. Almost coming from how good that felt to almost pass out. ‘’Pyro,’’ You panted out looking up into those tinted lens, ‘’Please–God, please fuck me.’’ You begged them, you almost winced at the hesitation they held. Were they nervous? Scared? Ashamed? 

They were scared, scared of what you’d say the minute those pants came down. Pyro’s body wasn’t your attractive stupid hunk that had beautiful skin. Their skin was charred and burnt from the torture they had undergone in the past, permanent blisters swirling on their rough skin. Forming syllables and stories of what horrors this mortal body has seen, what they’ve gone through. What horrific monsters had done to them. They weren’t attractive, they were ugly, disgusting, a cruel and good for nothing monster. They couldn’t bear the insults, the teasing, the dehumanizing names and degrading sentences. Each letter only being a bullet to cause harm on their already weak psyche. But then those beautiful hands, those soft and firm hands that brought comfort wrapped around their shoulders as you bounded that lovely body into them harder. Face full of desperation, admiration and straight need that had their gut twisting in desire. 

‘’Ah!’’ You gasped when they suddenly pulled back, looming above your shaky body as those charred hands yanked down the waistband of those baggy sweatpants. Their strong hips had old stitches, burn scars, and discoloration. Their happy trail was faint, yet there. The pubic follicles weak from once being lit ablaze, but that wasn’t what your eyes had zeroed in. It was their dick–8 inches of pure fat. Pyro’s body wasn’t muscular by any means, they were bulky yet had some chub to them. Their tip was a deep red, that red being broken up by the white pre dripping from their slit down their heavy shaft. They loomed above, nervous expecting an insult. But all they got was a pathetic whimper when you realized that was going to be stuffed into you for god who knows how long, your hips wiggled as you tried to yank down your shorts. Their hands came down and redirected your hands onto their cock, gently guiding those soft palms that made their lumbar arch. It’s been a really long time since their charred flesh felt a certain softness, your hands wasted zero time pumping. One hand wrapped firmly around the tip as the other dragged back and forth along the heated skin, ‘’MMMphmp!’’ They groaned, hands shaking as they abandoned your own and traveled down to the waist band of your shorts. Tugging them down with ease, their head tilted with slight curiosity at the dark stain on the front of your underwear. Dark from the slick you had been producing and your cunt crying for affection, they spread your thighs further. One palm on your warm flesh as a sign of affection as the other went down. ‘’oh!’’ You gasped when those thick fingers bundled up together to rub exactly where your messy slit was hiding. Thighs jiggling as a shiver went through them, feet bracing the bed as you swirled your hips with their fingers.

You pumped them harder, tongue reaching out to lick their messy tip. Their hips jolted forward, almost stuffing your mouth full as their hand on you rubbed harder. Trying to stuff you full through the fabric of your underwear, pressing hard against your opening that was trying to grasp anything. Your hand moved down to your underwear and hastily tugged the fabric clean from your pelvis, an animalistic grunt came from Pyro. His other hand snapping to your other thigh to make you spread far like an eagle, legs up in the air as they stared down directly at the pulsing flesh. 

Drool dripped down their concealed chin, they had half a mind to rip this gas mask off and devour you like a bobcat. The way you NEEDED them made their ego inflate, for once, they were needed for something as carnal and intimate as sex. ‘’Pyroooo, don’t teasseee!’’ You cried out, flashing them with your best puppy eyes. You couldn’t take anymore teasing, your stomach was full of erratic butterflies that were making your mind melt into goo. Without a second thought they grabbed their base, shifting their hips low towards you. Putting those plushy thighs of yours around their hips as they jerked themself right in front of your entrance. Tip bumping against your vulva, tracing messy shapes on it as they covered you in their messy heady pre. 

Huff, Huff, Huuuff.

They sounded like an exhausted bull above you, so worked up they couldn’t see straight. They didn’t see Pyroland or their boring black and white world, they saw reality. Real reality, and that reality was between your legs. ‘’O–Oh! Ah!’’ You gasped out, head rolling back hard as your hands gripped the messy bedding. Pathetically gasping, yet no noise came out as their tip pressed in. Stretching your tiny hole out, Your thighs tensed and quivered against their torso, chest heaving rapidly as they continued to push in. Every inch had you spiraling, noises without sound escaped those gaping lips as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Their rough flesh had your ankles twisting against their back as their hand softly rubbed your arched back. The one thing you were grateful for was they were being slow, aware of the size difference between you two. So they were going nice and slow to help you get used to them, their other hand was on your thigh. Groping the soft flesh as they watched you twitch and writhe, pushing all the way to the hilt before stopping. Letting that pretty cunt rest against their balls as they let you squeeze and stretch around their length. Pathetic cries escaped your throat as your hands blindly went to their stomach in a weak attempt to keep them there as your inner walls squeezed tightly around them, making them accidentally thrust forward on instinct. ‘’FUCK!’’ You yelped out when that stupidly fat tip slammed against a sweet spot that had you reeling, your hands gripped tighter on them as a raspy breath escaped you. ‘’p,pyro! Hold on–please–!’’ You cried out but they didn’t stop, ‘’uuuuggghhh..!’’ You moaned as they started on some deep shallow thrusts that had you near tears, they filled you up like cream filling! Their hips snapped hard against you, a loud plap coming from between you two as their hands slid up to your hips. Thumbs on your hip bones as they made you rock against them, lifting your bottom half up as they absolutely destroyed your poor pussy by doing barely ANYTHING. Those deep strokes had you howling out, slick dripping from your cunt onto the bedding and them–Coating them with your scent. 

Rough ‘’uh’s’’ escaped you with their deep rhythm, they weren’t going fast in the slightest. What was tearing up your insides was how deep they were hitting, and how much force each pump had. Their hazy eyes travelled along your body like you were a string to a harp, watching you jiggle and the recoil you had from them. Those beautiful tits begging to be free from your shirt and bra, a deep grunt came from them as their hand gripped the loose fabric hard. Shoving it up towards your neck revealing your bra that barely held your heavy shoulder boulders. Your stomach dipped with each thrust, forming a small bump on your lower abdomen from where they were inside you. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster and on the tip of the drop, you pulsed hard around them as your thighs squeezed their torso hard. Digging into their ribcage as their thrusts grew quicker. Your noises came out faster as they picked up the vigor. Hips slamming into your pelvis like they were trying to split you open. 

‘’Uuuuhh! O,Oh fuck!’’ You squeaked out in a high pitched cry, eyes hazily opening to stare at your desperate lover above you. Pounding deeply away, their thighs tense, knees digging into the mattress as the mattress itself squeaked like a mouse. One hand curled hard around your hip, thumb digging into the dip. The other holding up your shirt like a bully, their eyes trained on your bouncing tits like it was a TV show to laugh at. Your pussy squelched as it sucked them bone dry, heels digging into their back. Feeling the wet fabric of their once dry shirt, turning damp from the sweat pouring from their pores in an attempt to keep their body cool and to maintain homeostasis. Your arms wrapped around their shoulders, yanking them down as your lips found their rough neck. Soft plush of moisturized flesh against their leathery skin, they couldn’t feel your affection due to their nerves being numb in the areas of their fourth degree burns, but seeing you worship their ugly flesh brought great comfort to them. 

Their body began to crush you again, curling around your form as their arms wrapped around your head. Forming a pillow as one hand buried in your hair, digits rubbing your scalp in comfort as they pounded you so hard you were squirming away from their hips. The stimulation being too much, too rough, too deep.

Your lips followed their assault to their unmaimed skin, lips wrapping around their Adam's apple and sucking. A muffled yelp came from them in surprise as their hips slammed into you so hard you screeched and released their Adam's apple. The reason? Their tip just slammed against your cervical wall. ‘’Haaah! O,Oh my GOOODDD!’’ you moaned out, eyes slamming shut as your hips gyrated up into theirs. Trying to force them to breach that wall, and they got the hint immediately. This position wasn’t helping, so in a flash they lifted you up and themself. Seating your plush ass on their spread thighs as they forced you down harder, bouncing you like you were in a bounce house. Forcing you allll the way up into the air, your cunt only gripping their tip before slamming you back down. Making you take them whole, this new position and pace had your brain shutting down. Drool leaking from your lips in a pathetic response to this newfound violent stimulation that was rattling your bones. They were trying to pop your wall like a grape! ‘’P–Pryo, M’ gonna cum!’’ You sobbed out into their shoulder weakly, your voice high pitched and shaky as you shook around them. Your walls gripping them hard, suctioning wet flesh onto their shaft, damn near making them claustrophobic as you came hard. Slick pushing from your cunt onto their dick & balls. You fluttered violently around them as incoherent noises escaped you, their hands on your lower back and ass as they took this opportunity of numbness and overstimulation to absolutely ravage your guts.

In real time you could feel them rearranging your guts into little hearts and geometric patterns like you were a canvas, all you could do was cry out weakly and reel in the violent shocks you were feeling. Their pace got sloppy, rushed, erratic as they hunted down their orgasm. As much as they wanted to paint your insides like the great Mona Lisa, they couldn’t risk you getting pregnant. That would make Ms. Pauling suspend you! Rough growls dripped from the filter as their grip on you became borderline painful, making you squirm in a poor attempt to get away from the pain. And with one last slam they yanked out of you, causing your slick to spray down on them like a shower head as their own thick ropes of cum splattered all over your stomach and chest. Painting your skin a creamy white, their hand jumped down to their cock and pumped hard. Forcing more to splatter onto you, thick, gooey, warm potent cum painting your stomach like an ancient mural as their chest heaved.

They collapsed backwards, bringing you down with them as they manhandled you into laying with them. Riding the waves of pleasure and the after shocks as they heaved for oxygen they had suppressed themself from getting, they didn’t even notice they had been subconsciously holding their breath this entire time! You laid limp in their grasp, cuddling into them. Stealing their warmth as your brain came back down to earth. Their hand comfortingly rubbing your back as they looked down at you, their stare was one of affection and desire and yours was one of exhaustion and admiration. This was the best sex you had in a long while, you felt like a new person. Scrubbed from the inside and out, reborn into something new.