Darklands - Fight them
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...Or so you think, until you reach your door. A third thug who had climbed into your room through the window swings a heavy maul at your face and strikes you dead - you never even saw what killed you. | ...Or so you think, until you reach your door. A third thug who had climbed into your room through the window swings a heavy maul at your face and strikes you dead - you never even saw what killed you. | ||
| - | You note with some bitterness, as your soul departs your lifeless body, that even in death you weren't spared the indignity of showing off your assets - your skirt fluttered up around your waist as you fell, lewdly exposing your pussy and ass. You turn | + | You note with some bitterness, as your soul departs your lifeless body, that even in death you weren't spared the indignity of showing off your assets - your skirt fluttered up around your waist as you fell, lewdly exposing your pussy and ass. You turn towards the bright light at the end of the tunnel before a grinning thug steps up and plows into what used to be your virgin pussy. |
The Lord takes pity on poor fools, but nonetheless you spend fifteen years in Purgatory, likely to atone for your dishonest dealings and evasion of responsibility. Finally, once you are truly penitent and your soul is cleansed, you are reunited with your beloved Saviour in Heaven. | The Lord takes pity on poor fools, but nonetheless you spend fifteen years in Purgatory, likely to atone for your dishonest dealings and evasion of responsibility. Finally, once you are truly penitent and your soul is cleansed, you are reunited with your beloved Saviour in Heaven. | ||
Revision as of 23:53, 29 December 2015
The first goon raises his club to strike, which quickly snaps you out of your reverie. You duck the blow, then leap backwards, dodging out of reach of the second goon. You run to the stairs, yank out your bow and awkwardly load an arrow - you curse yourself for not practicing more when you had the chance. As the goons quickly close on you, you loose an arrow - it sails past both goons and pierces the door with a thunk. You reach into your quarrel for another arrow, but now the goons are upon you. You dodge a blow aimed at your skull - the other goon grabs your arm and wrenches you towards him. You bite his forearm as hard as you can, drawing blood, and when he doesn't let go you drive an arrow into his belly with all your strength. Evading another clumsy swing of his partner's club, you clamber out of reach and run desperately up the stairs.
You're free!
...Or so you think, until you reach your door. A third thug who had climbed into your room through the window swings a heavy maul at your face and strikes you dead - you never even saw what killed you.
You note with some bitterness, as your soul departs your lifeless body, that even in death you weren't spared the indignity of showing off your assets - your skirt fluttered up around your waist as you fell, lewdly exposing your pussy and ass. You turn towards the bright light at the end of the tunnel before a grinning thug steps up and plows into what used to be your virgin pussy.
The Lord takes pity on poor fools, but nonetheless you spend fifteen years in Purgatory, likely to atone for your dishonest dealings and evasion of responsibility. Finally, once you are truly penitent and your soul is cleansed, you are reunited with your beloved Saviour in Heaven.
THE END
