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What I'm doing and a short story
🕑 Added 2017-07-28 02:17:52 +0000 UTC Hello, hello...A little update about what I'm working now.
The icons header now is in shades of gray to keep the ambience of the game.
The minigames now have an option to do them automatic.
Doing pictures for the workout in the gym.
Doing a new position in the event of the after club (doggy style)
Descriptions for all the skills, special abilities and perks
Woring in the quest system.
And now, a short story. I will publish one time to time to get ambience about the general idea of some aspects of the game, some of them will be for the spoiler patreon (because will have some spoilers :P) and others will be for everyone.
For now, this...
A common dinner...
The smell is good. I think that that new recipe that I found on the internet will do wonders, and this would be just perfect if wasn’t for the fact that I’m hearing her sobbing. I can’t understand her… this will be every time that we have a meal? What is wrong with her? She was smiling a few minutes ago, damn, I though that this would be a nice dinner.
But no. There she is… crying as usual, and I certainly don’t like that.
I bite my lower lip and look at her, she is sitting at the table, looking at it, while sobs and cries in silence. She is so beautiful, her beauty face, her big lips, her blue eyes. Why is she ruining her good look with those tears? Why she does this every time? She knows what is the alternative to this, she knows what we would have to do if we doesn’t do this.
Damn, now I’m getting angry. She doesn’t give a damn about what I do for her. For God’s sake, she is my blood and she knows that I love her, that I do all of this for her.
For us.
I even try a new recipe, just for her. If was for me, would be so simple… But no, the princess has to cry every time.
She is looking at me now, her pleading eyes, praying.
-This isn’t good… - She tells me and I frown. - This isn’t what God would want…
I slam the table strongly, she jump on her seat and looks at me, her eyes are wide open, she knows that I don’t like it when she talks that way. Is she trying to push me?
God?… no, God have nothing to do with this. He doesn’t even exist… or if he exist he is a fucking bastard that loves to play with people. Is the only way to explain what happened to us.
Everything what we heard in the church was a lie. Everything. The real world is a fucked place filled with fucked people. And I’m trying my best to keep that shit away from us. From her. Why she doesn’t understand that?
I take a deep breath, trying to get into control. Damn, I need to eat. She needs to eat. But, like always, she have to talk.
-Why we keep doing this?...
-You know why.
-We should try another thing…
-You know the alternative… and I would not let you do that… damn, I won’t be doing that…
-But this…
-This is even better than the shit that we have to do to get our food.
She doesn’t answer. She would want to say that she doesn’t felt bad, but she knows that I will slap her face again. That disgusting thing. That shit is what brought us to this place in the first place.
I hate not to remember it all. Only flashes, flashes of another life… of another person… No.. flashes of my life, of me. From a time that I lived with closed eyes. But now is different, I see the world for what it is… and is shit and piss.
And this fucking body of us. The world is shit and piss and is fucking laughing of us. We have to do this shit because of this bodies.
I take a deep breath again. Have to think straight. I need food. Is almost ready… and she keeps sobbing. Damn, is smell delicious and she still sobs.
-You know that we don’t have a real choice.
-...
-You saw how he looked at us… the way the he talked to us… “I don’t mind if two sisters wants to share this..:”... The sick bastard… he was like the old man…
The old man. That fucked piece of shit. We are in this situation because of him, I know that. But is hard to remember, I just remember what he tried to do to us… the blood… the fire… the screams… but then, we awake, in our house, and those first weeks were so painful. Our bodies, their necessities, the pain, the temptation. Nothing was right, we tried to pray, to plead help to God… We were thinking that all those years in the church would help us, because we knew that we went to the church before the awaken… But nothing, God doesn’t exist, or he was jerking off, looking how we were suffering. And everyone trying to get advantage of our situation. The men didn’t care about us, they wanted to use us, and discard us. Fucking pieces of shit.
But now is different. We are better now, why she doesn’t understand?
The meal is ready. I smile, she keeps sobbing.
I take a plate and serve it for her. Another for me. And I go to the table.
She looks the plates, and sobs again: I frown and put the plate on front of her, she keeps looking at it. I stand on front of her. Her eyes now are changing, I smile. All that shit about crying is just a game, a game that she play until the meal is on the table. Now ere eyes are big, wide open, looking the food. I get close and look upon her.
-Eat…
She shake her head, still sobbing, I caress her hair.
-You know what will happen… you know that I will force you to eat… and you know that I will win…
-We should find another way…
-It isn’t another way… God doesn’t love us, look to what he force us to do…
-It is another way..
-You think that I would let you do that… I would not do that… this bodies… they are so fucked up… I know the feeling, I know the desire… you have to fight it. We have to fight it… and this bastards, they are all the same. They use honey words because they want to fuck us… and damn, sometimes there aren’t any honey word. Just lust… “You wanna a piece of me?”... that is what the bastard said. And what we said?
She paused for a couple of seconds before talk.
-We said… yes, we wanna a piece of you…
I smile wide, her eyes are fixed on the plate.
-And we are having a piece of him… now… eat…
She grabs the fork and takes a piece of meat. I smile looking how her hand shakes, I don’t know if is because she is trying to fight it or she is excited for it. She open her mouth, bite the meat, chews the meat. My breath accelerates, and I can hear that her breath is accelerating too.
I walk toward my seat, looking at her, she chew it… then swallow… then she takes another piece. Good girl.
-How is it? The new recipe is good, right?
She doesn’t answer, and I don’t need it, since I’m looking how she is eating now. So beautiful, so hot. She keep chewing, swallowing. I bite my lips and sit on my chair. I grab the meat from my plate with my hands and eat it too, looking at her. Her eyes meet mine and I smile at her.
-The book… Will help us… I was reading it… well, understanding it… it have some interesting stuff about what we can do with the pieces that left.
She doesn’t answer, just keep eating.
-Maybe we can do something that could help us with this… Something that will saves us a lot of work…
She looks up, staring at me, with meat on her mouth.
-We could stop doing this?…
I smile wide.
-No, my dear… we are condemned, but the thing could help us… after all, I hate getting blood on my clothes…
She lower her look again, but keep eating. She can cry all that she wants, but I know that she is enjoying this. I can see how she is breathing faster and faster. Damn, is too hot. My hand goes under my skirt. I’m not wearing underwear, I never do it while we eat. I rub my clit, my pussy is already wet, very wet. I moan softly looking how she is eating her food. Is so hot…
I take another piece of meat and start to chew it.
-Well… at the end, we certainly took a piece from him… right?
I smiles at her, she finished her meal, but I can see that she wants more.
-Want a little more?
She don’t look at me, but slowly nods. I stand and goes to the kitchen, I take the pot with the rest and get close to her.
-Extend your plate…
I order her, and she obey… good girl.
Then I put a new piece of meat and some vegetables, after all, we need to eat vegetables too. She doesn’t move her plate… good girl.
I leave the pot on the table, open my legs, with my pussy pointing to her plate. I can see her look nailed to her plate. I rub my clitoris again, biting my lower lip, moaning softly. My juices dripping into her plate… I can hear her breath accelerating.
-Now eat…
She puts her plate on the table and begin to eat again. This time she isn’t using the fork, just her hands, taking the food, biting the meat… chewing the meat… like an animal…. yes… that is what we are now… in this fucked up world, with this fucked up bodies… what else we can be but animals?
