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(story continues from Home Invasion 3: Crime & Punishment) Part Four: Death & the Rat 8 Abortion Jennifer woke with a start hearing the high, tiny shrill shrieks of one of her captors. She blinked, shifting and trying to come awake, wondering what was happening but careful not to move her aching body too much, not wanting another death on her hands. “Take the phone!” a loud voice boomed as she struggled and craned her neck to see what was going on. She could hear the Tinies shouting and pain coursed through her as she shifted, her abused nipples and feet ablaze with agony. The shock collar was still embedded in her pussy but thankfully the pins and needles had been removed from her breasts; she vaguely recalled waking as the Tinies crawled over her sliding them out. The television flashed and flickered as Keanu Reeves leapt from a small sports car onto a speeding Los Angeles bus. ...

(Previous Green Valley Tale: Tales of Green Valley 7: An old friend surprises Tammy) Tales of Green Valley # 8: A VERY messy End [A story written by request, as a HORROR STORY! Do not read this unless you have a very strong stomach. FF/f, willing trash, but horrible events and results including HARD vore and DEATH.] Jane was 23, she should have graduated college last June and had told her parents she had. She also said she had found a job locally and would not be coming home. In reality, she had dropped out of college two years earlier and had been working as a waitress at some local places. She had her own apartment, in West End, the poorer industrial part of a big city in Colorado. Her wages barely paid the bills and she had resorted to making a few extra dollars selling herself for the customers to fuck in the storeroom at her last job. Unfortunately, this led to being caught and fired. ...

(story continues from The Field Trip 1: Miss. Shepard) Mr. Dobs’ Balloon Animals Field Trip 2: Tina “We’re stuck up here!?!” Tina yelled. “That’s bullshit!” that was Rob. He always backed her up. She liked that about him. They had plans for tonight damn it! Miss. Shepard kept talking but who cared? It wasn’t like her words could move the fucking landslide. Rob had reserved a nice Italian place that wasn’t to far from her apartment. She had already laid out the good sheets too and all her pillows. The rest of the class was following the old guy to some building or something. ...