'When you run for your life, a tight skirt is not what you want to be in.' The long-haired brunette must have been caught by surprise, with no supply's and no weapons running barefoot in a black skirt and white shirt along the cold cracked city pavements. 'Gotten far too comfortable where she was, probably convinced herself she could wear something like that. You should always expect to have to do some running. This ain't our world anymore.'
Even seven storeys high the two guys on the roof could see the girl's hot breath trailing behind her and hear the faint muttering of her frantic rambles, quickly descending into hopeless cries as the echo's of angry broken screams filled the street behind her.
Husks of rotted and bruised former human beings, with their filthy old clothes, that after many month's of reckless wear, came to resemble just tattered rags, blended perfectly with the ruined city landscape. Only their frightening speed revealed them darting between overturned car's, kicking up loose bits of gravel. Fixed and whaling, closing in on their prey sobbing out in front. The girl didn't try hiding in any of the derelict building's beside her, she knew it was over. Outrunning them is next to impossible, covering her mouth was the best she could do.
One of the guy's on the roof assumed that the closest one would leap on her, but instead, it slowed ever so slightly, leaning its head back, before a rush of bright neon green tentacles exploded out from its stomach. Thrashing and tracing their cold arm's all down the girl's white shirt as she ran squealing through her hand's until it found her burning thighs. In an instant the green arm's ceased the girl's sprint, tangling her leg's tripping her forward. Even while falling the girl did not attempt to break her fall.
Nothing could be seen from their perch high above. Just a dirty group of infected, smothering the poor girl against the pavement with a brief flash of wet ripped clothing flying into the air. One of them had seen this many times before enough to know exactly what was happening underneath that now eerily still huddle of men.
The hand's would not touch her, the mouths would not bite her. Only the cold bright writhing mass of glowing tentacles would lather and grip her soft wet skin, aimlessly searching for the one thing they craved for most. Warm, wet hole's.
The girl's red face gritted and bared the seemingly endless amount of cold wet tentacles in her anus, aggressively stretching her wider to accommodate themselves deep within her tender warmth. It was a unique pain she felt, one that frightened her Immensely when the odd sensation began to turn pleasurable. She dug her elbows in deep and gripped her face as hard as humanly possible while the curious arm's traced and lathered round this strange defence she had created, certain that there should be an entry point close by.
Their touch, although many, had notably distinguishable variations. Ranging from the almost whip-like speed that harshly slapped the girl's bouncy flesh impatiently. To the slow and methodical that took great care finding her most sensitive area's, pulsing deeper with malicious intent. Those that remained were contempt with latching tightly to her shapely toned limps, wrapping, squeezing and pulling at different strengths, testing their resistant victim.
Despite her reluctance to give in, It was her heavy breathing that drew the arm's back to her cupped hand's, sensing the moist heat from her exhale. Her teary eyes followed them as they slowly understood what was obstructing them. She made an effort to quite herself, though calm was not an option for her clitoris, traced by a thin, slick velvety appendage, expertly breaking her composure. She tried so desperately to be angered by its irritating dexterity, forcing jolts of warm satisfaction to radiate from her groin.
With each passing second her exhale got a little softer, more fatigued. Softening to a deep long moan. The tentacles were becoming warmer and warmer inside of her, generating a hot radiating shiver throughout her body. Tears of utter joy began to flow, melting away the straining expression upon her face, knowingly aware she was entering a state of ecstasy that fogged her mind.
Using her fear against her, she became convinced that more air was what she needed to clear her mind of this invasive euphoria. One deep breath was all she wanted and it was only one deep breath she got. The second the tension of her arms against her face faded, shivers from the appendages over her relaxed muscles emulated their form of excitement, increasing the grip around her arms and face.
The first didn't even touch the side's, just the violent sound of her airway being plugged alerted her to shut her mouth. It was too late to provide any struggle now, a final lengthy gag was all she could give in the form of any resistance, as rapidly her teary eyes began to lose sight, watching the rest hold her mouth open with ease, sliding along the inside of her warm cheeks, stuffing and bulging the throat with great insistence. Complete control of her warm shaking body had been achieved, the aggressive persistence could now die to a slow caressing incubation.
It was three minutes of pure uninterrupted ecstasy for the girl. Limp and nursed with only the sounds of hot wet tentacles cradling the tightly constricted girl into a deep foaming bliss. Aches and pains were all fading along with the compromised state she was held in, pushing her deep into the back of her mind.
The two men atop the building watched quietly, the younger of the two completely rattled by the sight. "Is that it? What happens now?" He said, quivering almost behind the stoic man in front who watched in complete silence, ignoring the curious teenager.
