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From Create Your Own Story

"Blink blink"

You feel numb.

"Blink blink"

Your eyes cannot focus, but you can feel...something. A weight. Something on top of you.

"Shit man, she is looking at me."

"Well, hurry up before this bitch thaws." You can hear one of the people, sounding like he is right above you. Your body tingles, but not in a good way. Like little pieces of ice pricking your skin. The world starts to become a light blur, rather than a dark blur, and you can feel...something. Down around your pussy. You cannot quite figure out what it is, your body is still so numb.

"I am almost there," you hear someone grunt above you.

"About fucking time man. Everyone else already had their turn, and you take for fucking ever. I want my turn."

"Man, this bitch is so wet." You can't quite make sense of the words. You also cannot make sense of the sensation from your pussy. Warmth. While the rest of you is so cold. The blurs start to turn into shapes. Roundish. Almost...like a person. You can feel your body swaying, and a rubbing against your intimate parts. "Oh yeah!" you head above you, and feel more warmth flood into your private area. The pressure leaves you, and then, new pressure.

This time, you can tell, it is a person. As your body regains its sense of feeling, you understand someone is between your legs. Someone is penetrating your pussy. You can barely feel the thrusts, but you can hear the pants of the person on top of you. You can smell...something...disgusting. Rotten breath, the stink of the person. Your mind puts the pieces together, and you try to scream out. A barely heard gurgle escapes from your throat. You try to move your arms to push him off, and realize you cannot. Like you are paralyzed. Finally, you feel him cum deep inside your pussy. Your stomach feel nauseous, understanding sickening you, what they are doing to you.

"And, that is it. Finally. Man, you fucking suck, she is awake, fucker. Next time, let me go first. She can wake up on you!" You are unceremoniously lifted, then shoved back in the decontamination pod. Your eyes now see clearly, the men here like brutes, savage, wild. Appalling. Someone, obviously female, who looks like a nurse, her face covered.

The door closes across your pod, but across the way, you see your husband, you see the door open. Your hands, finally able to move, beat against the glass, as you see your husband try to cling to your son.

My baby! You try to scream out, but it does no good. Your voice still hasn't recovered. You watch in horror as the gun fires, the savage ripping your son away from your husbands arms. The other pod closing. He comes over, looks in your pod, watching you from the other side of the glass, leering at you. You recoil in horror, realizing this is the last one you saw, the one raping you, and now he has your son.

Suddenly, your vision goes misty, and then nothing.