1. Seed of Horror: Chapter 9

    Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Hardcore, Romance, Teen, Violence, Author: Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter Nine “So how did your parents take it?” Christi asked, speaking to Jason through their cell phones. He was sitting in a snowy parking lot in Portland, having just filled out his fifth job application. In front of him now was a McDonalds application. Damn, his parents had always told him to study hard and get into a good college so that he would never have to flip burgers. Thanks a lot, Black Stigmata. “I can’t really say, I went to bed as soon as I got home and left before anyone else got up. Actually, I just hid in my room and kept rereading the manual until I finally fell asleep. You should have seen my mom when I stepped through that door. She was like the old woman from Legion but taller and younger. Luckily, my story was so outlandish and unbelievable that they couldn’t even continue yelling.” As he spoke, he blew into his hands for the umpteenth time. He would have to start up the engine and turn the heat on for a couple minutes before the car became an icebox. He missed Australia. “I can’t blame them, I still can’t believe it’s all true. So will you please tell me what you found or where you went?” “Nelson was already pissed off at himself for saying we were leaving for Australia in front of you. I shouldn’t have even told my family about the Black Stigmata and the BSC. If I tell anyone anything, he’ll rip off the top of my cranium and use it as an ashtray. Those were his exact words. Listen, I will tell you someday. Let’s just say that what we found will ... revolutionize everything. We may finally able to stop the Black Stigmata or at least fight back.” “I sure hope so, I don’t feel safe leaving the house anymore.” “I can’t say I blame you. Listen, I’m going to keep looking around for any places hiring, then I’ll head over.” “That might be a bad idea, then you’ll have to explain to MY parents where you were.” “Well I’ll just tell them that I had a very vivid dream of a music festival somewhere and I felt that I HAD to attend. I’ll say it had something to do with my PTSD.” “Why didn’t you say that to your parents?” “Even if I tried to milk the PTSD thing, they still would have beaten the shit out of me. Colleen wouldn’t be the only one in a wheelchair.” “If you say so. I’ll see you later.” “Bye.” After turning on his car for a brief few minutes to enjoy the warmth of the heater, he finished the last of his job applications and put aside his pen with an achy hand. He had been sitting in his car for more than an hour and he wanted to get up and move, even if meant walking through the snowy November weather. Having lost the heightened endurance to cold from his coma, he got out of his car and started walking with the job application forms held tightly under his arm, shivering with every step. If he remembered correctly, the bookstore was closest to his position. Trekking through the falling snow on the filthy sidewalk, he noted the absence of people out in the streets. It seemed that Christi wasn’t the only person afraid of leaving their ...