When Your World Ends

 

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The End

 Their was a girl named Ellie Smith. She was one of the last, unfortunately, people after the armegedon. Their had been a riot invasion of mental men who had been experimented on for medical research. This had made them sex mad. They had killed of every other man, or so they thought. The other men they didn't kill, they sent to work for them as their slaves. The other women left in the world, not many, were made into sex slaves to the men. Ellie, however, was the most popular and most beautiful slaves out of the majority of the women. Sadly for some women, the ones men considered "ugly" were beaten to death. Ellie had managed to survive somehow. She had beautiful, curly, blonde hair, stunning brown eyes, perfect breasts not to big, not to small, she was very skinny and model like and had perfect white teeth and a beautiful smile and voice. She was the thing the men looked forward to after they all got back to the main destroyed congress building. They would all take turns either trying to rape her or trying to kiss her in places we shouldn't think about. She was called " The Beautiful Sex Present" to the men. Sadly, the other women who were pretty but not as beautiful as Ellie, where raped or were forced to have sex to make more babies for slaves. Ellie was used to this routine by now, before the apocalypse she was a model and had a boyfriend and they lived in New York. The men had came in and shot her boyfriend in the head, tied her up, and kidnapped her and brought her to the other men. She had sat in a chair tied up as other men took turns putting their faces in her breasts or bottom rubbing it. She had screamed for hours but the other men just laughed and tightened her ropes. They finally stopped and untied her and put her in a room and made her take off her cloths and lay on the bed. While some men watched her, others went back to work going to get other women. "When do the men come back sir?" Ellie asked hoping he would say never. "In about 10 or 20 minutes I suppose, now shut up and get ready for them!" He was the main slave orginizer, his name was Oliver, his job was to make sure the ladies stayed in line and looked their best, especially Ellie. "Ellie! Take of your cloths and make ourself look nice! Brush your hair and teeth, put on lipstick, and put moisturizer on!" The Oliver yelled. Ellie quickly took of her cloths and put red lipstick on. Then she brushed her hair and curled it. "EEELLLIIIEEE! Where are you my little toy?" It was the president of the armegedon, Figaro Jackson. "Are you ready for our little "session"?" He yelled, if you listened you could tell he was getting impatient. Ellie was made Figaro's personal sex slave not to long ago. All the other men were allowed to touch her or see her after she had 3 hours alone with Figaro. "There's my girl!" He yelled and ordered Ellie to take off her robe. "Yes sir." She dropped her robe and watched him lick his lips and rub his hands together. It was about to happen again. Ellie breathed and did what she had done for months. She had to look stunning.

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