Chapter 9

Rushing air past my ear awakens me from my dream into a cold night of living hell.

It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve began my life as a sex doll. My life up until now has been great, being a practice doll for gorgeous succubi, but now

I FIND MYSELF BEING HELD 50 STORIES IN THE AIR BY SOME BIRD CHICK.

Not to mention my left arm is broken and my fapping arm was completely blown off by some weird sex maniac. I would put this in the worst day of my life category. The prickling of the bird chicks claws in my left arm makes me involuntarily yell and begin to squirm from her grasp.

As If this day can’t get any worse. The bird chick squawks, and I FIND MYSELF FALLING!

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!!”

*Thud*

“GOD!!”

My scream barely drowns out the thud of my body slamming to the ground and then bouncing. Leaving, me flat on my back peering up at the night sky.

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Pain..Coursing pain like knives being stabbed everywhere makes me wish for death. Which right now I would prefer to this pain, but yet I’m alive. Somehow my body is still intact, well except for my arm.

“Ugh where am I”

Straining I try to observe where I’ve landed but my body refuses to move. I do know one thing I’m in grass. Which pricks my back but it is a relief over the stinging pain everywhere else.

With nothing to do I listen to the birds sing their songs. Soon it will be morning and hopefully by then I can move. But to where??

I had the life of a king!!

Now I’m just going to end up a wolf’s chew toy or even worse. My mind flashing to my dog Sadie humping his stuffed animal.

GOOD GOD NO!!

*crack*

Immediately everything stops, my breathing if I even am is soon replaced with holding my breath.

Here comes the wolves..welcome to the world of wolf humping.

*snap* *snap* *Crack*

I can do nothing but listen to the steps of this foreign thing coming ever closer. Staring at the sky I await my fate. When two big mounds come into my line of sight.

Mounds?

Soon more join and I find myself looking up at the owner of the mounds. Their feminine greenish faces shown by the moonlight, reveals large fang like teeth sticking up from the bottom of their lips.

Ogres?

Looking strangely like ogres but more appealing then the ones I’ve seen in video games and from the looks nothing but women.

Jackpot!

Wait, do I really want to have sex with these things?

Continuing to debate amongst myself I overhear the ogres talk in some weird gibberish language. Then I see it. A bulge, between one of the ogres legs.

A bulge?

…OH GOD NO

These ogres are futanari’s

I’m Surely in hell.