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It was a stormy night in the hell. Dead silent, with the only other noises being the rain, and occasionally a crack of lighting. As for the survivor's of this purgatory, huddled up in their cabin, laying, warry from what's to come next, while others cherish their recent victory, drinking away any upcoming worries for the next round.
In the main cabin, survivors walk around, chatting it up with one another, letting down, free for the night. The silly before the storm. Most talk with one another, after all they are a team. to some not so much. Soaking up each others presence. But a certain cultist, huddled away in the back of the cabin for whatever reason. Friends were never their strong suit anyways. Who needs friends when you have the spawn! They only look as their teammates wander around, person to person, one thing from another. Personally I've always hated large crowds, even when we would all meet up at the church, holding hands and singing the spawns song. Singing with their beloved. Oh the simpler times they think to themselves.
Someone's coming. The worshipper looks up at whom may be disrupting them. Their eyes meeting with the gambler. Such a poor soul. Always relying on luck and instincts, and always meeting the same fate. He should rely on the spawn instead, much more reliable. Putting your fate in the spawns hands is much more affordable.
"Hey timey! Felt you sulking all the way from the other room". Giving a smug grin at the cultist "why don't you loosen up for once? we wont be in a round for awhile now. Lay back, have a drink, live in the moment! you only live once you know... " The cultist raises an eyebrow, their smile flickering slightly "...okay maybe not in your case but, you get what I'm saying right? We're safe here in the cabin. No crazy axe wielding freaks, or hundred year old gods. Just take a chill pill. Kay"? Chance gives two time a pat on the back before walking away, and picking up a conversation with someone else.
What is there to live for here in such a horrid place. Do they know being shanked threw the stomach, burned to the core, thrown around like nothing isn't exactly good for the body nor mind? Such a foolish soul. All of them. The only thing that comes to their mind is their stronger than ever connection to the spawn. Knowing that their second life is fully at use, they can truly bring glory to the god. Yet they still call me crazy....Okay they might not say it but their faces say it all. If only they knew what I've sacrificed, the lengths I've gone. They'll never understand.
Why am in here anyways They think to themselves. It's obvious they don't want anything to do with me, and neither do I.
The cultist sits up, and makes their way around the room, giving glances to the others. Talking with each other, enjoying each others presence. Laughing. Joking. Teasing. I shouldn't envy them. I have my dear second life and the spawn. what more could one need?
Finally out of the cabin, soaking up the cold breeze and breathing in the air. They were about to make their way back to their own personal cabin, but a figure, hunched over on the stairs, stopped them in their place. I already have a hunch of whom this might be...
The dearest "ex" exploiter, who happened to burn down the pizza place of the pizza worker, also trapped in here, also the caregiver of the spawn of Satan its self. His claims to have changed don't seem to work on the others. The cultist sees him as... misguided, in need of a second chance. The spawn believes any one can change no matter the sin.
The exploiter turns his head, eyes meeting with the cultists, and already starts getting up assuming he's not wanted here. "Dear ex, exploiter there is no need for you to depart"! The man stops, looking down before opening his mouth to speak "Sorry. I didn't want to be a bother" The father starts to fidgets with the string of his cargo pants "It's really not a problem. I'll just be going- "Don't". The cultist holds onto the mans arm.
A moment of silence.
"Two time its alright. I truly don't mind-"And I don't mind either". Giving the father a teethy smile. "Wouldn't it be nice to get to know each other better? We only get to meet inside of rounds, and not in the best conditions". The man doesn't speak. Un sure of how to feel. "It uh- wouldn't hurt. Don't have anything better to do. U-Unless you do, then you don't have to stay and bore yourself with me, I'm not a good talker you know"? "You can listen then. Let Me do the work" "Just what would we talk about. I'm sure you've already heard of my past, and my side of the story doesn't make it any better" "Well right about now I would be doing my nightly prayer to the spawn...How about you join me Hm? Learn about the wonderful works, and all the spawn does for me and you"!
Do I really want to get dragged into this The hacker thinks to himself. I've never been religious, and even if I was I'm not sure it be the...Spawn of all things. But. it wouldn't hurt. After all the only time we do only see each other during rounds, and i really have nothing better to do but mope around.
"...I suppose it wouldn't hurt". "Oh joy! It will be incredible to teach you about the glory of the spawn in all its beauty. I'll be sure to show you way the spawn taught me to show my obedience to it, to praise it, to worship it in its name"! They grip him by the arm, dragging him to their cabin, all while rambling about how "Life changing" and how the spawn brings out your "True self". The hacker keeps his mouth shut the whole time. He's seem them during rounds. Sneaking around corners, lurking behind killers, waiting for the moment to plunge the dagger deep inside, giving it a twist to do enough damage. He wouldn't try and cross anyone but something about Two Time keeps him away from them.
The exploiters thoughts are interrupted by the cultist unhanding him. It seems we’re here.
They open up their door, gesturing for him to come inside. He does just that, but not before hesitating first. Surely they wouldn’t give me up to their god or something right? Nah. That’s just silly talk! Two Times a nice person. They just… Need a friend! I can’t even be talking.
The first thing he takes notice of is the oddly clean room. Don’t know why but I expected such a thing. I shouldn’t think so low of other people. But other than that it looks just like his own room. Twin bed in the middle of the room, along with a desk on the opposite side, along with a book shelf and a crème oval rug in the middle.
“Come sit down. We have much to discuss dear friend”. Friend. They say while patting down on a spot on the rug in in front of them. Walking over in front of the cultist and taking a seat criss cross.
“Now before we start going any further we must do a prayer to the spawn. After our prayer we will test your loyalty towards the spawn! And only then will it accept you with open arms. It’ll be a change having someone to do this with”
The exploiter only nods.
“Wonderful”! The cultist says in a cheerful tone.
They clasp their hands together, bowing their head down and starting a prayer. Opening an eye and encouraging his friend to do the same.
Honestly I can’t keep track at what they’re saying. Something about a worthy offering. Or was it something about seeking forgiveness. Rats. Should I be saying something to? Saying what I thankful for or whatever it is. Hope they don’t think I’m being-“Ahem”!
whoopsies.
”The spawn has heard my message. I told it all about you and it seems to take a liking to you! So much so they want you to follow in my footsteps into become a devoted member of its paradise”! “W-Wow…Really…”? “Of course! It only asks for you to show how far your faith runs, and asks me to help you with proving it, since it doesn’t have a clean enough vessel. Not even me”!
Well shit. He’s really gonna kill me now huh.
”Well what do I have to do in order to prove it I’m…worthy enough…”? This is it. I’m never seeing the light of day again.
”It’s simple really. In order to be a true follower of the spawn, you must give it your body and mind. While giving up your mind to the spawn takes time and the right mind set, the body can be given any time any where! So the spawn asks you bear the seed of its most devoted follower. The closet thing it has to a vessel”.
”….Come again”?
“Well if I must break it down to you… We shall engage in sexual intercourse to show the spawn how much you care about its teachings! By taking me you will basically be giving your body up to the spawn to give them trust in you, that you will learn its ways, and pass it threw generations”.
They have to be kidding. Their just trying to be funny right?
”Are you…joking”? Giving them a puzzled look. But they just stare back wide eyed.
“Nope! No pun intended my dear friend”.
What do I even say back? Yeah I’m okay with you and me having sex for some… GOD!
It’s not like it’s something against two time. Their…Charming in their own way. Can’t put my finger on it why tho. Maybe it’s the way they dive their dagger into the killers back like there’s no tomorrow. Or maybe it’s their way with words. Okay either way I’m not to sure about this. There’s a hundred ways this could go wrong…
….But so many ways this could go right. I can’t tell the last time I’ve done this with someone. College maybe? Nono I know I had some sex for money when things were tight with kidd. It wouldn’t hurt. Right? maybe I this spawn thing is right. Only one way to find out…
”I… If it’s the only way then I’ll do it”.
The cultists face lights up, a big grin forming on their face and jumping in joy. “Oh glorious! The spawn will be pleased with this. With you. We must begin right this second! Let me prepare you for the taking of thou”.
In a sudden movement the cultist grabbed the man from under the arm pits and placing him in the center of the bed while hoping on after wards. “Just lay back and let the spawn do the rest”. It’s a miracle the exploiter has let the spawn into his heart. Maybe then the others will see what type of person he has changed to since back then.
The fathers already growing bulge only grows more at every word. And they seem to take notice, reaching a hand out to rub on it through his pants before slowly pulling them down, coming down after is his shirt, and last his boxers.
The cultist un ties the silk bounding their robe to reveal nothing but a pair of boxers on with a larger than expected bulge. Wrapping a finger at the waist of their boxers, pulling them down to reveal at least 8 inches of length and width beyond anyone’s mind. The fathers jaw lays wide open at the sight.
A hand grabbing at his bit of belly fat startles him out of his thoughts. The cultist now kneeding at his rolls, tracing them with their fingers, occasionally pressing down on his stomach making him squirm. Suddenly his legs are thrown over their shoulders and before a second thought can pop into the man’s mind, something wet scrapes his rim.
He jerks up, moaning in both surprise and pleasure. The licks at his rim don’t stop at that. They sometimes lick at it one at a time, or a long drawn out one, leaving the man on the edge.
After a minute the worshipper goes farther into the father, sticking his tongue inside of his hole, swirling around and dabbing at his walls making him jerk closer to their mouth every time. It all goes so fast, yet feels so slow. Their tongue going deeper and deeper by the second till it’s all the way in there, sucking on his hole by this point. And the father can feel all of it. Every time their tongue brushes past his walls, or when they take their tongue out fully just to shove it back in and contuine terrorizing his butt.
It eventually comes to a halt. Their tongue feels out, for real this time. They lick the fluids smudged all over their lips, then diving down to give the man a quick peck on the lips and pull away and giving the exploiter a warm smile. Almost sincere.
“Are you ready yet my friend? After this there is no going back. Your body will be given to the spawn, its name forever engrained into your body”. Not another thought goes through the father’s head, giving a nod to them.
“The spawn will forever be great full for what you are doing to prove your devotion dear Seven”. The head of their cock teases at his rim, tracing it up and down, and getting out a moan from the man every time.
The tip finally prods at his entrance, and in a fatal push goes in half way. “ T-Two Time…”! The length and width of it stretching the father out farther then he’s ever taken. Another couple pushes and its in all the way, earning another brutal moan. Even with prep it still hurts.
”Quiet now dear, we wouldn’t want the others to hear such unholy sounds. Your nosies are for the spawn and spawn alone remember”. He only responds with a whimper.
The moving starts slow. Pulling out some then sliding back, starting of slow then quickly picking up the pace. Pulling out half way and sliding back in with much more force. The moans and whines getting more frequent. Every time it pushes back in it and barely rubbing against his prostate, but just enough for him to see stars. It keeps getting faster. Pulling all the way out and slamming back in each time with a PLAP!
“Y-You are doing marvelous my dear Seven… Taking the spawns blessing so well. Almost-“ huff “like you were made for this”. Each praise from the cultist makes the exploiter lose his mind even more than is. “You would be perfect to bare the spawns children. All round and plump. Full of life. Of the spawns life”. Fuck. I shouldn’t want that so bad. It’s not even possible but I need that. “Even after giving birth to the spawns bearings you would just be bred again and start it all over-“ huff “ Constantly pampered, treated the highest of all the spawns followers”. Pleasepleaseplease-
“J-Just breed me. Treat m-me like nothin-“ pounded so hard he can’t even form a sentence. “….Pass me round.. take turns taking all y-your loads-“ reduced to nothing but a cum dump. “N-Never restin.. nothin but an animal…” just a toy to be used over PLAP n’ over PLAP n over again, till it all crashes down.
Theres one last slam as they finish inside. Keeping him in place, taking every bit of seed till they’re drained. The only sounds being the pants of one another. Staying like that for some time.
They pull eventually, taking their….. friends legs from their shoulders and laying them back down on the bed. The fathers passed out by now, nothing his soft snores. Moving next to man, snuggling up against his back, wrapping their arms around him and pulling them close.
Everything happened so fast. From one thing to another. But for now we have each other. Hand in hand body on body. Together in hell with nothing but my lover.
this was just a bunch of slop my fault yall