Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
Title: F.E.A.R
Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (none of the guys), angst, police, supernatural, NCS
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, (later) 5x6, RxH, UxD, OCxS
Rating: X
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or the following computer games: Doom3, Painkiller: Heaven’s Got A Hitman, or F.E.A.R.
Summary: AC 190, a mysterious paramilitary force infiltrates a multi-billion dollar aerospace compound, taking hostages but issuing no demands. A Special Forces team is sent by the government only to be obliterated. Live footage of the massacre shows an inexplicable wave of destruction tearing the solders apart. In an act of desperation, a team of unknowing young teens are assembled to form the First Encounter Assault Recon (F.E.A.R).Chapter 8
Duo waited patiently as Caramel began to pack their things. It wasn't much to bring, just some clothes and the money she had saved up. For some reason she wouldn't let him help though. Though the fact had slightly unnerved him, he remained silent on the sofa as the young prostitute moved through her bedroom.
"Can I say goodbye to mama?" He asked when she finally came out of the room. Caramel closed the door silently. Duo couldn't help but notice that the woman was slightly pale. She smiled warily.
“I think she’s sleep. Call to her and then we have to leave.”
Duo smiled widely before hopping off the couch. He went quickly to his mother door. It was closed and locked so he knocked on it. “Mama, Caramel and I are leaving. I wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Duo, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mama.” He turned then joining Caramel who was frowning at the door. Lynn’s body was in her bedroom. How could there be a voice coming from Lynn’s empty bedroom? “Caramel, are we going?” Duo asked.
Caramel shook herself out of her stupor and smiled down at the youth. “Yes, let’s go.” She said pulling him to the door. They walked downstairs in silence.
“Hey, how about a go?” A guy Duo hadn’t seen before approached Caramel. He was tall with a wide build. His hair was short and freshly washed. His brown eyes looked Duo’s new guardian over hungrily.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caramel said going for the coy routine. She moved to go around the man tightening her grip on Duo’s hand as she did. Duo followed only to be jerked to a halt when the man grabbed his braid. His whimper sent Caramel whirling to glare at the stranger. “Look, leave us alone!” She shouted hoping to draw some attention.
“I just want a good time.” The man said as if it was the most normal thing on earth. To emphasize his words, he pulled out a wad of credits and waved them in the woman’s face. Caramel slapped it away agitatedly.
“Then find someone that’s offering!” She yelled.
The man sneered into her flushed face. With her make up, Caramel didn’t meet his gaze. She felt naked. “You must not understand,” The man began slowly. He applied pressure slowly to the braid still clutched in his hand.
”If you don’t give it, I’m gonna get it elsewhere, alright…” His eyes left the woman to stare at the youth at her side. Duo flinched under the pressure on his plait and under the man’s eyes. “He can pass as a girl, I’m sure.”
Caramel looked around for any means of escape. She cursed herself for leaving the dagger that Lynn killed herself in the room with her body. “Alright.” She said dejectedly. Again, she didn’t meet the man’s eyes.
The man smiled triumphantly and released the woman’s hair. “Let’s go to your place.”
Caramel nodded meekly and turned with her hand still clutching Duo’s.
“Ah, leave him here. Can’t have you tryin’ to run off can we?”
Reluctantly, she did as she was told. She went back up the stairs and opened the door. The man wasted no time getting them into the room. He tossed Duo carelessly to the side and tackled the young prostitute to the floor.
Duo yelped as his back collided with the broken down sofa. He trembled with fear as he listened to Caramel and the man’s body hit the floor. He heard Caramel whimper softly as the man began to pull at the oversized t-shirt and jeans she had been wearing. He finally looked up in time to see the man spread the woman’s legs roughly. All the while, Caramel had her face turned away letting the man do it. Why?
The man pulled at his zipper impatiently. His eyes roved hungrily over the woman’s exposed body. When his erect organ was finally freed, he paused. “Hands and knees, bitch.” He spat.
Caramel stifled a sob and did as she was told. She went to spread her knees a little so that when the man entered her it wouldn’t hurt as much. He would have none of that. He pressed her knees close together with his own as he positions himself. He had to pause to see where her clit was. He pressed the crown of his erection and rubbed against the two flaps of skin. “Damn, you’re not even wet.” He hissed. “Fix it!” He demanded pushing the woman roughly.
Caramel caught herself in time to avoid getting carpet burn on her face. She scrambled to her feet quickly.
“MOVE!”
Caramel jumped but complied. She moved quickly to her room. She had enough time for a jolt of anxiety before slipping into the room. She gagged on the smell of death and blood the filled the room but moved forward despite that. She searched through her drawers quickly and found a bottle of vasa-lube. She had just got it opened when the man came barging into the room. He glared at her not seeing the dead body that watched him with a growing flicker of acknowledgement.
He took two large steps missing Lynn’s sprawled arm completely. He snatched the container from the woman and opened it. He turned her roughly and doubled her over slightly. He stuck two fingers into the lube and bought it to her rear. He plunged them into the first hole he found.
Caramel gasped in pain as the man shoved two fingers into her anus. She felt the muscle scream in protest threatening to tear. She willed herself to relax as the man worked his fingers in and out of her. A whimper escaped her when the man added another finger but not more lube.
Deeming the woman ready, the man pulled his hands away hastily. He took the time to slather his aching member with the lube before positioning himself once again. He pushed up against the woman’s opening bending over her back.
Caramel couldn’t support the man’s weight. Her knees buckled. Soon she was on all fours. The man had enough coherencies to push his knees on either side of hers and press them together. He moaned loudly as her ass cheeks gripped the tip of his cock. He snapped his hips forward completely wrapped up in the pleasure of things.
Caramel gasped as a good portion of the man’s cock pushed into her. It hurt and he didn’t give her time to adjust before pulling that bit out and pushing back in. He humped her with short jabs going only a tiny bit further into her body. When the passion finally took over his rational mind, he pushed into to the hilt. Caramel felt herself tear ever so slightly. Tears fell from her eyes as the man continued to pump in and out of her body. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he used her. He chuckled breathlessly as he slit his eyes to look down the prostitute’s creamy back. He gaze trailed down her spite to the top of her head to just the carpet above her head.
He gasped when his gaze was met with a pair of lifeless cobalt blue eyes. “What the fuc–“ He didn’t get to say much as the owner of the eyes moved forward tackling to his back. He stared up in confusion at the naked very dead woman covered in blood straddling his hips. “What the fuck is this!!?” He shrieked fighting to get the woman away from on top of him. The woman wouldn’t budge.
Instead she raised herself over his slowly wilting erection and slammed the down. The man cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain from the woman being impossibly dry and pleasure from the fact she was tight.
Caramel watched in horror as Lynn’s corpse fucked the man. Her horror turned to degust when the man began to obviously enjoy it only to have the degust turn into a vague sense of triumph when the man began to show signs of pain.
She was too tight and dry, the man thought as the skin of his dick began to peel and burn inside the body moving above him. He thrashed and fought against the woman’s weight. She shouldn’t have been that heavy. She continued to move until his body completely the act that he had started without him. He shook with his orgasm screaming for everyone to hear. The scream didn’t stop when the euphoria had washed away. His cock was still trapped inside the woman slowly being rubbed away by the tight dry walls of her body.
Caramel could watch no more. She slowly crawled towards her dresser and pulled out the t-shirt and jeans she’d been planning to leave behind. She dressed stiffly finding her only pair of underwear amongst her thongs. She placed a pad inside before pulling on her faded jeans and a black t-shirt. She limped out of the room finding Duo huddled where he’d been thrown. “We’re leaving.” She said sternly. She grabbed her bags and Duo’s hand quickly.
“Are you alright?” Duo asked as he was practically dragged out of the room.
“I’ll live. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Remember that.” She said without looking down at the youth.
Duo watched her determined glare as he was pulled along the streets. Yes, what didn’t kill her would make her stronger. Did the same apply to him?
*
“Goodbye, Duo, I love you.”
The statement echoed through the now quiet room Lynn Maxwell and one nameless man now lay silent in. Her bloody form hunched over his body unmoving. The dagger in her throat was now placed in the center of his throat. His eyes shook with the pain as he slowly drowned on his own blood. His cock remained now bleeding inside the cold body above him. Though the body was dead, it still tightened and rubbed taking another layer off of his sensitive groin.
TBC……A/N: Okay….I went outside to give my dogs some water and the little white one was….humping his water bucket thingy. I stood frozen for a second before turning away and going in the house. Then I wrote this….now I must go try to give the little dog his water again…I am NOT touching that bucket. *cringes*
Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (none of the guys), angst, police, supernatural, NCS
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, (later) 5x6, RxH, UxD, OCxS
Rating: X
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or the following computer games: Doom3, Painkiller: Heaven’s Got A Hitman, or F.E.A.R.
Summary: AC 190, a mysterious paramilitary force infiltrates a multi-billion dollar aerospace compound, taking hostages but issuing no demands. A Special Forces team is sent by the government only to be obliterated. Live footage of the massacre shows an inexplicable wave of destruction tearing the solders apart. In an act of desperation, a team of unknowing young teens are assembled to form the First Encounter Assault Recon (F.E.A.R).Chapter 8
Duo waited patiently as Caramel began to pack their things. It wasn't much to bring, just some clothes and the money she had saved up. For some reason she wouldn't let him help though. Though the fact had slightly unnerved him, he remained silent on the sofa as the young prostitute moved through her bedroom.
"Can I say goodbye to mama?" He asked when she finally came out of the room. Caramel closed the door silently. Duo couldn't help but notice that the woman was slightly pale. She smiled warily.
“I think she’s sleep. Call to her and then we have to leave.”
Duo smiled widely before hopping off the couch. He went quickly to his mother door. It was closed and locked so he knocked on it. “Mama, Caramel and I are leaving. I wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Duo, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mama.” He turned then joining Caramel who was frowning at the door. Lynn’s body was in her bedroom. How could there be a voice coming from Lynn’s empty bedroom? “Caramel, are we going?” Duo asked.
Caramel shook herself out of her stupor and smiled down at the youth. “Yes, let’s go.” She said pulling him to the door. They walked downstairs in silence.
“Hey, how about a go?” A guy Duo hadn’t seen before approached Caramel. He was tall with a wide build. His hair was short and freshly washed. His brown eyes looked Duo’s new guardian over hungrily.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caramel said going for the coy routine. She moved to go around the man tightening her grip on Duo’s hand as she did. Duo followed only to be jerked to a halt when the man grabbed his braid. His whimper sent Caramel whirling to glare at the stranger. “Look, leave us alone!” She shouted hoping to draw some attention.
“I just want a good time.” The man said as if it was the most normal thing on earth. To emphasize his words, he pulled out a wad of credits and waved them in the woman’s face. Caramel slapped it away agitatedly.
“Then find someone that’s offering!” She yelled.
The man sneered into her flushed face. With her make up, Caramel didn’t meet his gaze. She felt naked. “You must not understand,” The man began slowly. He applied pressure slowly to the braid still clutched in his hand.
”If you don’t give it, I’m gonna get it elsewhere, alright…” His eyes left the woman to stare at the youth at her side. Duo flinched under the pressure on his plait and under the man’s eyes. “He can pass as a girl, I’m sure.”
Caramel looked around for any means of escape. She cursed herself for leaving the dagger that Lynn killed herself in the room with her body. “Alright.” She said dejectedly. Again, she didn’t meet the man’s eyes.
The man smiled triumphantly and released the woman’s hair. “Let’s go to your place.”
Caramel nodded meekly and turned with her hand still clutching Duo’s.
“Ah, leave him here. Can’t have you tryin’ to run off can we?”
Reluctantly, she did as she was told. She went back up the stairs and opened the door. The man wasted no time getting them into the room. He tossed Duo carelessly to the side and tackled the young prostitute to the floor.
Duo yelped as his back collided with the broken down sofa. He trembled with fear as he listened to Caramel and the man’s body hit the floor. He heard Caramel whimper softly as the man began to pull at the oversized t-shirt and jeans she had been wearing. He finally looked up in time to see the man spread the woman’s legs roughly. All the while, Caramel had her face turned away letting the man do it. Why?
The man pulled at his zipper impatiently. His eyes roved hungrily over the woman’s exposed body. When his erect organ was finally freed, he paused. “Hands and knees, bitch.” He spat.
Caramel stifled a sob and did as she was told. She went to spread her knees a little so that when the man entered her it wouldn’t hurt as much. He would have none of that. He pressed her knees close together with his own as he positions himself. He had to pause to see where her clit was. He pressed the crown of his erection and rubbed against the two flaps of skin. “Damn, you’re not even wet.” He hissed. “Fix it!” He demanded pushing the woman roughly.
Caramel caught herself in time to avoid getting carpet burn on her face. She scrambled to her feet quickly.
“MOVE!”
Caramel jumped but complied. She moved quickly to her room. She had enough time for a jolt of anxiety before slipping into the room. She gagged on the smell of death and blood the filled the room but moved forward despite that. She searched through her drawers quickly and found a bottle of vasa-lube. She had just got it opened when the man came barging into the room. He glared at her not seeing the dead body that watched him with a growing flicker of acknowledgement.
He took two large steps missing Lynn’s sprawled arm completely. He snatched the container from the woman and opened it. He turned her roughly and doubled her over slightly. He stuck two fingers into the lube and bought it to her rear. He plunged them into the first hole he found.
Caramel gasped in pain as the man shoved two fingers into her anus. She felt the muscle scream in protest threatening to tear. She willed herself to relax as the man worked his fingers in and out of her. A whimper escaped her when the man added another finger but not more lube.
Deeming the woman ready, the man pulled his hands away hastily. He took the time to slather his aching member with the lube before positioning himself once again. He pushed up against the woman’s opening bending over her back.
Caramel couldn’t support the man’s weight. Her knees buckled. Soon she was on all fours. The man had enough coherencies to push his knees on either side of hers and press them together. He moaned loudly as her ass cheeks gripped the tip of his cock. He snapped his hips forward completely wrapped up in the pleasure of things.
Caramel gasped as a good portion of the man’s cock pushed into her. It hurt and he didn’t give her time to adjust before pulling that bit out and pushing back in. He humped her with short jabs going only a tiny bit further into her body. When the passion finally took over his rational mind, he pushed into to the hilt. Caramel felt herself tear ever so slightly. Tears fell from her eyes as the man continued to pump in and out of her body. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he used her. He chuckled breathlessly as he slit his eyes to look down the prostitute’s creamy back. He gaze trailed down her spite to the top of her head to just the carpet above her head.
He gasped when his gaze was met with a pair of lifeless cobalt blue eyes. “What the fuc–“ He didn’t get to say much as the owner of the eyes moved forward tackling to his back. He stared up in confusion at the naked very dead woman covered in blood straddling his hips. “What the fuck is this!!?” He shrieked fighting to get the woman away from on top of him. The woman wouldn’t budge.
Instead she raised herself over his slowly wilting erection and slammed the down. The man cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain from the woman being impossibly dry and pleasure from the fact she was tight.
Caramel watched in horror as Lynn’s corpse fucked the man. Her horror turned to degust when the man began to obviously enjoy it only to have the degust turn into a vague sense of triumph when the man began to show signs of pain.
She was too tight and dry, the man thought as the skin of his dick began to peel and burn inside the body moving above him. He thrashed and fought against the woman’s weight. She shouldn’t have been that heavy. She continued to move until his body completely the act that he had started without him. He shook with his orgasm screaming for everyone to hear. The scream didn’t stop when the euphoria had washed away. His cock was still trapped inside the woman slowly being rubbed away by the tight dry walls of her body.
Caramel could watch no more. She slowly crawled towards her dresser and pulled out the t-shirt and jeans she’d been planning to leave behind. She dressed stiffly finding her only pair of underwear amongst her thongs. She placed a pad inside before pulling on her faded jeans and a black t-shirt. She limped out of the room finding Duo huddled where he’d been thrown. “We’re leaving.” She said sternly. She grabbed her bags and Duo’s hand quickly.
“Are you alright?” Duo asked as he was practically dragged out of the room.
“I’ll live. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Remember that.” She said without looking down at the youth.
Duo watched her determined glare as he was pulled along the streets. Yes, what didn’t kill her would make her stronger. Did the same apply to him?
*
“Goodbye, Duo, I love you.”
The statement echoed through the now quiet room Lynn Maxwell and one nameless man now lay silent in. Her bloody form hunched over his body unmoving. The dagger in her throat was now placed in the center of his throat. His eyes shook with the pain as he slowly drowned on his own blood. His cock remained now bleeding inside the cold body above him. Though the body was dead, it still tightened and rubbed taking another layer off of his sensitive groin.
TBC……A/N: Okay….I went outside to give my dogs some water and the little white one was….humping his water bucket thingy. I stood frozen for a second before turning away and going in the house. Then I wrote this….now I must go try to give the little dog his water again…I am NOT touching that bucket. *cringes*