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“Lady?” he asked again, reaching out and softcore touching her hair. She slowly raised her head up, groaning in pain, but her face was caked in mud. Tim looked up to the men. “Give me some rope.” He was handed one end and three men grabbed the other, ready to pull him and the woman up the bank. “I can smell it,” she whimpered. “Smell what?” he asked. She opened her eyes, revealing two empty sockets, each pouring blood. “YOUR FILTHY SOUL!” Her jaw dislocated like a serpent’s and her cheeks ripped open, as from the depths of her throat, a clawed hand of black, scaly flesh reached out and grabbed Tim’s ankle. He screamed as it crushed his bones in its grip and began dragging him towards the deep mud. All of the men began shooting at the woman, their bullets ripping through her flesh, but she simply receded into the mud with the arm continuing to drag him. Up on the bank, the three men holding the end of the rope had become four, but it was like they were being dragged by a winch. Boyd jumped down and seized Tim, trying to pull him back. “I don’t want to go! Don’t let me go!” he sobbed. “I’m not going to let you go! Someone, get down here and help me!” Harold answered the outdoors call, climbing down to the edge of the muck and proceeding to blast the hand at pointblank range. His shells did nothing to the unholy creature, its black flesh barely torn by the buckshot, and immediately regenerating like nothing he had ever seen before. It happened in the blink of an eye, something lunging out of the mud and knocking the shotgun out of his hand, breaking two of his fingers in the process. It was a tendril, shooting out like a frog’s tongue. It returned to the mud and shot out again, this time slashing Boyd across the face and gouging one of his eyes. He howled in pain and his grip on Tim faded. The boy gave one last tearful scream before he was dragged into the mud, disappearing beneath the black depths like it was a portal to Hell. With Boyd and the mayor blinded by their agony, the men atop the bank were utterly stupefied, unable to comprehend what they had mature just seen. It had happened so fast, not even half a minute. Tim had been there, and then he was gone, and the forest, filled with screams and gunfire, was once more silent. What had taken him? Had they all just seen what they thought they had seen? They stood like marionettes, their empty guns held loosely in their hands, realizing how impotent they were. Bubbling, it shook them from their stupor. It was such a soft noise that untrained ears would never have been able to catch it, but with only the sound of their own hearts beating, the men sensed it. Their eyes were drawn to the mud, thirty feet away from the bank. Something slowly arose up as if on an elevator, a head and shoulders, then the rest of the body. Muck poured off its sides, revealing the figure’s clothes. It was cloaked in nothing short of pure darkness, as if some unholy god pulled out one of his hairs and wove the garment himself. Tall and Big Tits slender, the figure stood atop the black water like something out of a nightmare, with its face hidden beneath its hood. The men were petrified, having never encountered something like this before. They heard stories of the war against the undead, told by priests and other God-fearing bards that they were the Devil’s minions, meat puppets controlled by demons and brought forth by the sins of the modern world. But this was no zombie. “My little girl,” he growled as he nuzzled into my ear. That one time I was so worked up, I practically raped your ass. “When lost, I can be found in many places.” Repeated the raven. I replied . I could only imagine that our pussies were driving both of us, so all bets were off. I was torn, I wanted to be with Big Tits her, I wanted to go in with her but I was having conflicting thought about being alone with her. He was pretty cute, I thought but my eyes were still on Jake. His thumbs split her sex open, revealing the pink inner chamber. I smiled as they buzzed away, streaking in all directions to avoid getting swatted. The girls looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant, and then recognition set in on their faces. Ronja fought the urge trying to bolt, she must not draw attention to herself while handcuffed. As they came through the rope it was Mistress Gloria, then Mistress Sam, then mature Mistress Tracy. Ash was right outdoors with at least one point... We forgot to get earplugs.” Ethan stated, and made them laugh again. She stopped screaming to conserve energy and pushed back as hard as she could. At softcore dinner I met Ed who was a big man, not only tall but broad and muscular. END OF PART 1 He glanced at the guards posted near the exit of the room; they were vigilant, watching him with keen eyes. She grabbed my collar and hoisted me up, still sitting on me. I instinctively coughed. When the guards didn't show any special interest in the relief I decided to give it a closer look. Myles Walker nodded his head as I passed, his blue eyes sparkling.