A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
Admittedly, John's a looser. He's a dumb dope-smoking surfer dude who's not known for his brainpower or his long-term planning.
But he's still a human being, he's supposedly one of your friends, his life is in danger, and oh yeah, most importantly? Right now, he's someone who can help.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself, which admittedly isn't easy with the gag in your mouth. But once your nerves are in order, you shift out of cover and hop in John's direction.
"JMPH!" You try to shout through the gag in an attempt to get his attention. Not surprisingly, all you manage to accomplish is further gibberish.
"JMPH! MP MMMN YF HMP!"
It take a moment for John to react. Yeah, he definitely high right now. High as a [CENSORED] kite on a windy summer day. You immediately start to regret trusting him to help you when he turns his attention to you and you see his reaction.
"Woah, girl." He says as you come to a stop a few feet in front of him, your focus having moved to standing upright and maybe figuring out a way to communicate the danger of the situation. "Don't you look fiiiiiine."
You shoot him a death glare as you give an angry grunt.
"MMKS DND!" You try to say through your gag. "DNNGR! WR NL NN DNGR!"
"Babe, I can't understand a word of what your sayin' right now." John says in response. He calmly takes another smoke of his weed.
He let the smoke trail out of his mouth and into your face. You nearly fall over backwards in indignity in reaction as you try to get away from the smoke.
"MMMPH!" You scream wide-eyed as you start to fall over backwards, unable to catch yourself. You stop before you get very far, but you scream again when you see what stopped you. John, in all his nerve, grabbed you by your panties and is holding you up by those.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" You scream at him. You're pretty sure hitting the ground would have been the preferable option. "DNNNGR! DNNNNNNNNGR!"
"Babe, I can't understand a word you're sayin' right now." John says in a daze, forgetting that's what he just said a moment ago. "All I can understand is what your body is sayin'."
He glances around a bit, focusing mostly in the direction you came from. That is to say, the cabin that you and Mike went to originally. The one where he died.
"Huh." He says. "Mike's loss, I guess."
John stands up, and finally pulls his fingers out of your underpants. Unfortunately, it's just so he can wrap his arm around your back as he stands up, pulling you in close. You let out a bit of a squeak of embarrassment as you feel his pants against your body. Notably how hard his pants are.
"I think we both know what your body is sayin'." John says, not realizing how dumb he sounds.
You let out another squeak as he picks you up in his arms, dropping his week on the ground as he turns to the cabin behind him. He steps forward and opens the door, and you have a pretty good idea what he has in mind for you. And as much as that's what you wanted this weekend, you certainly didn't want to do it with John, and you certainly don't want it right now.
But he's still a human being, he's supposedly one of your friends, his life is in danger, and oh yeah, most importantly? Right now, he's someone who can help.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself, which admittedly isn't easy with the gag in your mouth. But once your nerves are in order, you shift out of cover and hop in John's direction.
"JMPH!" You try to shout through the gag in an attempt to get his attention. Not surprisingly, all you manage to accomplish is further gibberish.
"JMPH! MP MMMN YF HMP!"
It take a moment for John to react. Yeah, he definitely high right now. High as a [CENSORED] kite on a windy summer day. You immediately start to regret trusting him to help you when he turns his attention to you and you see his reaction.
"Woah, girl." He says as you come to a stop a few feet in front of him, your focus having moved to standing upright and maybe figuring out a way to communicate the danger of the situation. "Don't you look fiiiiiine."
You shoot him a death glare as you give an angry grunt.
"MMKS DND!" You try to say through your gag. "DNNGR! WR NL NN DNGR!"
"Babe, I can't understand a word of what your sayin' right now." John says in response. He calmly takes another smoke of his weed.
He let the smoke trail out of his mouth and into your face. You nearly fall over backwards in indignity in reaction as you try to get away from the smoke.
"MMMPH!" You scream wide-eyed as you start to fall over backwards, unable to catch yourself. You stop before you get very far, but you scream again when you see what stopped you. John, in all his nerve, grabbed you by your panties and is holding you up by those.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" You scream at him. You're pretty sure hitting the ground would have been the preferable option. "DNNNGR! DNNNNNNNNGR!"
"Babe, I can't understand a word you're sayin' right now." John says in a daze, forgetting that's what he just said a moment ago. "All I can understand is what your body is sayin'."
He glances around a bit, focusing mostly in the direction you came from. That is to say, the cabin that you and Mike went to originally. The one where he died.
"Huh." He says. "Mike's loss, I guess."
John stands up, and finally pulls his fingers out of your underpants. Unfortunately, it's just so he can wrap his arm around your back as he stands up, pulling you in close. You let out a bit of a squeak of embarrassment as you feel his pants against your body. Notably how hard his pants are.
"I think we both know what your body is sayin'." John says, not realizing how dumb he sounds.
You let out another squeak as he picks you up in his arms, dropping his week on the ground as he turns to the cabin behind him. He steps forward and opens the door, and you have a pretty good idea what he has in mind for you. And as much as that's what you wanted this weekend, you certainly didn't want to do it with John, and you certainly don't want it right now.