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Sentinel (Ending)
🕑 Added 2023-11-05 08:52:34 +0000 UTCAs the hours of vigilant guarding stretched on, the persistent beckoning of her empty stomach finally steered Mrs. G's thoughts towards basic needs. She hasn’t eaten anything the whole day. Within the bag the villagers had left for her, she found some food and a water bottle. Wasting no time, she eagerly consumed what was provided.
"A full belly makes for a shallow conscience.” she heard a voice near her as soon as she finished. Midst the looming trees, a spectral figure materialized, an eerie, ethereal presence that sent shivers through Mrs. G's body. Her breath caught as she gazed upon the apparition. But looking closer, the lines of his face seemed to blur with the visage of an old villager - one of those who had convinced her to stand guard over the mysterious trunk.
The apparition moved behind her, his breath carrying the unmistakable scent of alcohol. Mrs.G felt ghostly figure's touch upon her shoulder - an eerie sensation that sent shivers down her spine. The rough touch, the smell of alcohol - Mrs. G couldn't shake the disquieting notion that this was not an apparition at all, but real old man - flesh and blood. And quite ugly at that.
However, his touch, surprisingly, seemed to stir a peculiar warmth within Mrs. G that she struggled to comprehend. Her heart raced, and she was shocked to notice a growing heat between her thighs, a sensation that had no place in this eerie encounter. A sense of dread crept over her - she wasn’t feeling quite herself. She looked towards the bottle she just finished - was there something in it, something that would erode her inhibitions and heighten her urges?
As the old man's touch continued to graze her skin, an inexplicable and intoxicating warmth spread through Mrs. G's body. Her thighs seemed to part of their own accord, an involuntary invitation for him to go further.
Sounds and hushed voices made her look towards the trees in front of her. The eyes that gleamed from the shadows of the woods belonged to other villagers, witnesses to her impending surrender. She looked at them watching back at her with a sinister hunger, licking their lips and waiting in the shadows. They seemed poised to join in the dark ritual, eager to partake in the transgression that was unfolding before their eyes.
As Mrs. G teetered on the precipice of surrender, it became increasingly clear that this entire scenario have been an elaborate ruse, orchestrated by the villagers. There was a sinister force in this forest, but it was not in the trunk but in the village itself, among its men. And the trial of temptation they spoke of was their effort to capture her purity and consume it to satisfy their own carnal urges.
The forest's silence seemed to close in, a stifling blanket over the conspiracy that had drawn Mrs. G into a nightmarish trap.
An involuntary sigh escaped Mrs. G's lips as the old man's touch moved between her thighs. The sensation was now beyond her control; the power of the mysterious substance in the water she drank, or in the food she ate, had rendered her unusually receptive to his sexual advances.
From the shadows, the other men began to emerge, emboldened by the unfolding spectacle. They approached her with predatory intent in their eyes, their dark desires empowered by the sighs that were escaping her mouth.
They were quickly upon her. She let out a loud moan when one of them pinched her nipple, but it was quickly silenced as another man’s tongue invaded her mouth. The wetness in her loins was a witness that she was losing her fight with the evil forces.
But amid the eerie scene, a voice suddenly pierced through the hallucinatory haze, a voice that belonged to Mr. G. “Hey! What is going on? What are you doing? Stop at once!”.
Her husband quickly ran to the group, pulling and pushing the villagers out the way, trying to free her from their sinister grasp. Villagers forgot about her for a minute, and lashed out. A struggle ensued, Mr.G was strong and more than able in fight, but they had a power in their numbers.
Suddenly, the man who had been standing right by Mrs. G had a wooden knife in his hand. In her dreamlike and hallucinatory state, she reached out and snapped his knife, her grip tight and determined.
With an unexpected burst of strength, she drove the blade into him; a hard and desperate stab. One, two, three stabs, and the man felt down. The she continued to go after the others who were fighting with Mr.G. Their initial attention being on Mr.G, they proved no match to her determination and the deadly weapon she now wielded. Mrs. G had plunged into a nightmarish reality, fighting for her life, wildly stabbing the malevolent forces that had ensnared her in the depths of the forest.
Amidst the eerie aftermath, a half dozen villagers lay lifeless on the forest floor. Her hands still trembling, she knelt amidst the fallen, a mixture of daze and horror in her eyes.
"It's OK," Mr. G reassured her, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the chaos. The last thing she felt before losing her consciousness was the feeling of safety as her husband took her into his arms.
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LOL, thanks!
If you ever decide to reenact this can I play the creepy purple guy with glowing eyes? Even if he ends up dead I reckon it will be worth it. He has better muscle definition than me but I reckon I can beat him with my leer. Great pic. Again loving the legs x
LOL
That ugly guy put his lusty hands on you.....and now "heaven scent" says the banner he puts in town....and people are making a long line to sniff his fingers for Ñ$1000 (local currency) each....a lot of money...(don't mention it....but I'm in the line 😋😋)
