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Name: Forsaken
Writen by: Eden
Classification: NC-18
Style: Descriptive
Genre: Horror
Chapters: 2
In Progress
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: I'm not a real writing-person, but this was in one of my rare, inspired sessions. This is about a crazy killer going loose on some high school cheerleaders, but with some twists. Credit to where credit is due, everything in here SHOULD be disclaimed, so don't worry. The Oceanview Vikings are a previous school team for my previous school, so NO, I did not create that name, and so on, and so forth. Thanks to Nicole for listening to it as I wrote it on Yahoo! Messenger, and thank you to Chris for giving me the plot and helping me write it. I love you guys!
Julian felt the weight of the girls atop of her folding into her back, forcing her downwards. Her mind was spinning, and she screamed out in pain, just as the pyramid was completed. Her arms and legs began to violently shake, and gave out before her. Thousands of pounds came falling down, the voices of 12 girls crying out in shock, the screams of Julian echoing in the stadium, the gasps from the crowd.
The Oceanview Vikings raced onto the field, quarterback Sandy Diplock leading the way. Each was running to one cheerleader, until Sandy tripped, and the warriors of the pigskin held a chain reaction, making the pile of unconcious and close-to-unconcious girls much more heavier, surely severly damaging many. Julian, knocked unconcious, began to scream again, this time, in a much deeper, more manly voice. The sound waves forced themselves through the pile of mutalated bodies, and showed no sense of being muffled as it bounced around the stadium.
Her voice grew more and more powerful, whiping out any other sound that could have been coming from the pile of bodies. It drowned out cries of help, moans of pain. The football game's first aiders had fled, the coaches had disapeared, the other team, the Mountainside Wildcats cowering together. Oposing cheerleaders cried, and slowly, as if from a distance, the sound of sirens came closer and closer. The whirling noises seemed so far away, though the vehicles were being driven upon the field.
Paramedics and police officers stood around, shocked and suprised by what was going on. Spectators were slowly fleeing from the scene, terrified. Cars were flocking towards the stadium, trying to see what was going on. Suddenly, the football players were thrown off the dog pile, forced meters away from it. Though not unconcious, most were paralized with fear as they were thrown here and there. Bodies seemingly shackled to the walls of the stadium, arms and legs lengthinging slowly as if being pulled by an invisible force. Surges of power could be seen as these teenagers were stretched akwardly, splits and bridges. But nothing compared to the pain that three members felt as they were poked and prodded by an invisible force, red hot crosses being burnt into their bodies.
The unconcious players who were thrown against the walls of the stadium who had not recieved the invisible torture yet soon got it. Clothing ripped from their bodies, each were jerked further into unconciousness or to conciousness as something tramatic happened. Two recieved an arm being forced up their anuses, the hand squirming around, punching, grasping, teasing, enforcing pain. The remaining what seemed as an invisible penis, thrust inwards and out repeatedly, hard and harder, stronger and stronger with each thrust. When the acts were completed, they too recieved red hot crosses, burnt into their bare backs.
One by one, each cheerleader stood up, gracefully and blank, as if they were possessed. Each one but the two who remained unconcious on the ground, one being Julian, were suddenly stripped of their clothes as were the football players. Breasts manipulated, bodies thrown against the ground, legs wrapping around the waist of this invisible enemy. More raping of the almost-corpses had become, the feds too afraid and shocked to do anything. In and out, with more force and friction, to each and every one of the girls. Moans of pleasure, moans of pain came up through the possessed bodies.
The remaining girl stood up with the same grace, a blank look fell across her beautiful face, as did the other cheerleaders. A vain stride, step by step she took in her shoes towards the officers. Her eyes seemed so blank, a dark and rich color of brown, though her face had sparks of evil and seduction throughout it. Warping her body, the young woman teased each policeman or woman, forcing her breasts against his face, against her breasts, against his penis and more. The girl turned around, as if to walk away, before beginning to spank herself. She cried in pleasure, screaming "Harder! Harder!" before standing up completely and shaking her booty with a talent unknown to the police force. A half turn once more, and the girl tore off her top and skirt, revealing a tight g-string and a too-big chest for a too-small bra.
Julian's voice screamed with more intenisity, causing an echo to bounce back to her motionless body. The stadium that once held a full crowd had been spread thin, so many had left. But, yet, the crowd was not lost; the ones who came to watch this horrific event made up for the disapearing football watching population. Screams of terror and enjoyment came up from the spectators, and soon they groups together, rioting the actions of the invisible. They ran with force throughout the stadium, tipping over a police car on their way out to begin a riot that would rock the city.
Chapter 2
Julian wandered forward, the ebony closing in on her green eyes. Something rushed by her, brushing against her clothing and skin. Julian turned - nothing. The same creature brushed past again, and once more, Julian turned to see, but could not. A deep voice whispered dirty words all around her, from a distance, as if scared. Slowly, but surely, the voice came closer and closer. Screams of terror echoed around her, closing in on her. Julian's mind throbbed with pain as a child's scream became higher and higher, the deep voice becoming deeper, sharper, faster. Moans of pleasure echoed through the ebony.
The throbbing became worse, and she collapsed to her knees, begging God for mercy. Tears flooded her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. The precious liquid dropped silently to the floor and then disapeared without a trace, gone for now and ever. Julian moaned in pain, holding her head in such a misery she hadn't felt before. As quickly as her terrifying migrane took over her mind, it disinegrated, gone like her tears.
Julian whiped her puffy eyes dry, still sniffling from the pain and tears she had experienced and stood up with a small stagger, looking around once more, hoping that somehow her vision would increase. The discusting, filthy words stopped, the moaning had died, and the screams gone. The teenager sighed, noticing that she was in her cheerleading uniform. She looked down for a more ajusted look, terrified as the uniform became covered in dirt, as if she had taken a nasty fall, and a substance she couldn't identify on her first guess. Running her hands along her breasts, she recognized the cool, white liquid for what it was by its unsual texture - cum.
Julian was thrown down by a force unseen, landing onto what seemed like a soft surface. She couldn't see the ground, nor anything else as her blonde hair covered her eyes Too afraid to move it out of the way, Julian shuddered as she felt cold hands begin to manipulate her, first through the fabric. The icy silk went underneath her small top, playing more with her breasts. Julian could feel her body wanting more, but was too afraid to even open her eyes the slighest.
Julian could feel her miniskirt and panties slide down her legs, lead with a passion as the hands stroked her legs. Down farther and farther, then off came the skirt. A zipping noise that she knew all to well followed, as well as the struggle of a fabric coming off. Weight pressed again her tense and terrified body, after it had taken her legs and forced them wide, into a stradle position. Ice cold, it was forced into her lower regions.
The young girl could feel her body tighten, and she struggled with herself to stop, but couldn't. Friction soon came between her and the mystery man as he forced himself in and out through her, warming himself, chilling her. He wasn't as long as what Julian had experienced before, but what shocked the cheerleader is she could remember being through this before. The familiar mystery, the strong thrusts, the moaning and grunting.
Julian could feel her raspy breathing patterns become more needing, deeper, longer. She tried not to cough, but was having problems as her hair fell on top of her nose and into her mouth. She tried to whipe it away with a shake of the head as she was ran across the floor with each thrust in. Just as Julian was going to give herself to him, pull him with her, throw away the cover of being knocked out, he orgasmed. And light spilled in.
Julian cried out in shock, and put a hand over her eyes, extending one to try and block the light. Her vision was gone, as if she had stared at the sun for a long period of time and then looked to darkness, her mind stunned. Gasping for breath, Julian slowly sat up, trying to gain her bearings.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
Julian coughed, putting a hand to her mouth as a reddish liquid spilled from it. Eyes widenned, Julian rolled over instantly, letting herself wretch. The teenager's body hurled massive ammounts of blood up through her intestines, her stomach, her throat, her mouth. Gasping for breath, she could feel tears trickle down her cheeks and drip into the liquid, making a small splatter as they landed in the blood and mutilated food mixture. The pain Julian experienced, she couldn't describe, as her innerds were pulled upwards, and spewed from where her nutrition would come from.
