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Glowstick smiled as he watched Pitchfork walk around the empty plain, the team's elimination for his team would happen in a few weeks and Glowstick knew he had a huge chance on being the one elminated.
And he would do everything in his power to make the most of the days he were here.
Pitchfork was tired, her anger issues always did make her struggle to interact with pretty much anyone from her team. "ugh.. why do they have to be so annoying all the time?!" She mumbled to herself, crossing her arms as she isolated herself from everyone. Alone.
Or so she thought.
"Hey there honeybun.." Glowstick said in a low seductive tone, sliding next to her as he wrapped an arm around her. "Oh great. What do YOU want? Haven't I told you I'm NOT INTERESTED. I think I made that pretty clear." Glowstick only smirked.
"You say that babe but.. I don't believe you." Pitchfork stared at him, slightly scooting away. "What the hell are you talking about?!" She said loudly, ready to slap him. He scooted closer, rubbing her inner thighs.
She let out a low groan, covering her mouth as her face filled with blush from embarrassment. "Are you blushing at me babe?" Glowstick asked, smiling in a knowing way as he kept rubbing. "No! I'm fucking not. Get. Off of me!!!" She screamed, hoping someone would hear.
"No one's coming for you babe.. even if they heard they wouldn't come. Hehehe...."
Pitchfork felt her eyes tear up. This man that she thought was pathetic.. nothing more then a weird awful guy who wouldn't stop harassing her has turned into this freak.
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Throughout the following weeks Glowstick only got worse. He'd continue to rub her thighs, whisper things into her ears as he'd pass by. As time went on Pitchfork began to grow.. fond of this. She hated him still yeah.
But the thought of being raped, it was oddly thrilling for her. "Eugh, don't touch me you freak.." She said aggressively, slapping Glowstick's hand off her. "I know you want me babe.. I know you like me touching ya"
Pitchfork blushed a deep shade of red as he walked closer. They were in an isolated area. "How bout we put those pretty lips of yours to a use eh? Aren't you tired of blabbering all the time... Your cute but god would you put cuter on my cock." "E-EXCUSE ME?!" Pitchfork screamed as Glowstick slammed her down, getting his hard cock out as he rubbed it again her soft lips.
"Suck it you whore."
Pitchfork gagged at the acid like taste of his cock, it was hard.. Pitchfork bit down hard, cashing Glowstick to yelp as he tried pulling out quickly, her still biting down as his dick was covered in his blood.
She stared up at him, spitting out the blood onto the ground. "Y-you.. oh fuck.. your really asking for it NOW" he said, going down as Pitchfork prayed to the bigger gods above, even Oodle to save her.
"Please don't do this.." She whispered. "Oh I'm doing it babe.. and you can't do a tiny winy thing about it." He mocked. Smiling as he shoved his full length into her, using his green acid like blood as lubricant as he went deeper into her squirting pussy.
"AGH!!! GLOWSTICK!!! S-STOP *hic* IT HURTS" she sobbed and screamed as he went faster, gripping onto her shoulders as he groaned. "No can do babe.. ah fuck your pussy is so sweet. Ahhh.. I'm gonna ruin this pussy with my fucking cum over.. and over.. AND OVER." he yelled, releasing his cum inside. "O-OH GOD NOT INSIDE!!!" she screamed as Glowstick continued to thrust.
"I'm nowhere near done yet babe. You deserve more.. I'm gonna fuck this over and over until your nice and bred for me.. eheh, then what are you gonna do? Tell me.. no? Scream and hit and kick at me infront our child after this? I think not." He said in a low growl, pitchfork sobbing more violently.
These words turned her body on so much. Her body was betraying her as the sounds of their bodies colliding against eachother was loud. Pitchfork covering her eyes as she couldn't bring herself to stare up at the captor who was raping her.
This was hell and there is no escape..