As before, she awoke in her bed, in her bedroom, with no sign that anything like that had actually happened. Cockroaches swarmed over her, but there was no sign of any black worms, and she was safe and sound in her apartment, not lying on some sacrificial slab in the pits of hell. She almost wept with relief as she brushed roaches from her body and pulled others out of her panties. Her cunt was full of them, she realized, and she spent the next few minutes pulling as many of them out as she could reach. She knew she had missed a couple though.
The blackened line on the wall was wider, and down the center of the line the wallpaper was flaking off. Underneath, the plaster was purple and slightly squishy. Samantha shuddered as she looked at it. It was worryingly similar to the walls of the tunnel in her dream.
She stripped off her panties and took a shower. Afterwards, as she moisturized and put on make-up in front of the mirror, she did not notice the numerous voyeurs across the street, holding binoculars with one hand and masturbating with the other.
The roaches were as bad as ever – there was hardly any open floor space to walk on, and every step brought a crunch. She found herself another yogurt, and ate it on the couch while roaches roamed over her legs, groin and belly. She was so tired of brushing them off all the time.
Nevertheless, when her yogurt was finished she roused herself and flicked off every roach she could find. A couple had squeezed their way into her cunt, but a cursory probe could not pry them out, so she left them, reasoning that they did not seem to be actually harming her.
Back in her bedroom, she put on one of her new pairs of panties – the ones with the tie-up sides. The tiny front settled in between her labia, and she smiled to herself as she wandered about, feeling the silky material caress her clitoris. Then she put on the blue Lycra dress that Eric had given her. Such a thoughtful man – she should look him up one of these days.
She had slept in – no doubt because her sleep had been far from restful – and the time was now almost midday. It was still too early to go and pick up her suit, though, so she decided to do some laundry. Gathering her dirty clothes, including her messy top, skirt and panties from the day before, she left the apartment and went around the corner to the launderette.
Halfway there, she realized that the wolf whistles she had been hearing were directed at her, and she glanced down at her hemline. Blushing furiously when she saw that it had climbed to uncover part of her panties, she quickened her pace, and arrived at the launderette somewhat breathless.
She put down her bags of clothes, and pulled the hem of her dress down until it was decent again. Then she loaded up a couple of washing machines and set them going. Sitting down to read a book she had brought with her, she noticed that a young man sitting across the room from her was staring in her direction. When he realized he had been spotted, however, he quickly looked away.
Samantha frowned. The pervert had been trying to look up her skirt, she was sure. Had he not already seen everything as she came in? She shrugged to herself. Maybe he had not. Well, she supposed there would not be any harm in letting him see what everyone else had already seen. As subtly as possible, she eased her legs apart and turned herself ever so slightly so that he would have a direct view up her skirt.
The next time the lad looked up, he nearly dropped his plastic cup full of coffee. Grateful eyes looked up at Sam’s face in eager hope, but she was busy reading her book. She had no idea how long it would take him to notice, but she certainly was not going to risk catching his eye, so she sat there for several minutes with her legs apart. Then, needing to change her position, she leaned back and spread her legs still wider apart. Her string-fronted panties rubbed enticingly against her clitoris and she closed her eyes with a happy smile.
Shifting her bottom in her seat produced more pleasant sensations, so she began to gyrate her hips, grinding her crotch against the silky string. Her legs splayed wider, and she leaned further back in her seat, her bottom shifting forward until it was on the very edge of her chair. Her dress had been pushed up around her hips by now, and was providing no coverage at all for her nether regions.
Moaning softly, Samantha continued to gyrate while the string that wedgied her labia carried on working its magic. As her bottom had moved forward, her panties had slid back relative to her loins, and the front had crept further and further down. Now, her clitoris was all but exposed, and the seam at the top of the thong was now rubbing her in a most exciting way. Suddenly, however, she gasped in shock at a slap that rang across her cheek. Opening her eyes and her mouth wide, she saw a furious-looking young blonde woman glaring at her from about six inches away. A young boy stood behind her, watching Sam curiously.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slut!” screamed the woman in her face. “What a disgusting display! In front of kids, too!”
“I’m sorry!” said Samantha, recoiling in deep embarrassment. “I didn’t realize there were any children in here.”
“You’re still touching yourself!” the blonde accused her in a rising shriek.
Sam jerked her hand away from her pussy. “Sorry!” she said again.
“And close your legs, for God’s sake!”
Sam snapped them shut. “I’m most awfully sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what got into me.”
The young woman spun on her heel and walked off, dragging her son with her, though the little lad looked back over his shoulder, staring at the string front of Sam’s panties which was still exposed. Not to mention most of her shaven pussy.
Something was moving inside her cunt, and she squirmed against the seat. She was as horny as hell, and desperate for relief, but she did not dare face the wrath of the blonde woman again. She picked up her book and tried reading, but she could not concentrate. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her washing machines stopped and she got up to transfer her clothes to the dryers.
“Pull your dress down, slut!” yelled the blonde woman from the other side of the launderette.
Samantha guiltily did so, and proceeded to transfer her clothes. When she had set the dryers going, she sat back down opposite the pervert she had teased earlier. She glanced up at him, and he smiled at her. Smiling back and blushing, she bent over her book once more. A moment later, however, the lad came over and sat down beside her.
“You’re pretty incredible, you know that?” he said.
Decidedly uncomfortable with his proximity and forwardness, Samantha mumbled noncommittally. But the lad persisted.
“It was very brave of you – and very sexy.”
“Thanks,” muttered Samantha.
“Do you live around here?” he asked.
“Not far,” she said, but she was damned if she was going to give him her address.
To her astonishment, Sam suddenly felt his hand on her thigh.
“Would you like to come back to my place after this?” he said.
“Certainly not!” she hissed. “Stop that!”
He slid his hand further up her leg. “Please – it’s not far – we could have fun.”
“I don’t think so,” said Sam. “Take your hand off my leg please.”
But his hand was by now grazing her pussy. “Open your legs,” he whispered.
“No,” she murmured, but her thighs seemed to part of their own accord. She felt his fingers pull her panties to one side, and one of them slipped inside her vagina. “Stop that,” she whispered.
Then … “What the hell is that?” demanded the young man in a louder voice. “There’s something hard and … and moving! Inside you!”
Samantha blushed furiously and closed her legs. “It’s a cockroach,” she said in a low voice. “My apartment’s overrun with them.”
“That’s sick!” he exclaimed, and he jumped to his feet. Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped his finger, shook his head in disbelief, and returned to his seat opposite her. He did not look at her again.
Eventually Sam’s clothes were dry, and she packed them into the bags she had brought them in. Returning home, she put her clothes away in roach-infested drawers, and then went back out. By the time she got to Mr. Howell’s store, it would be almost three o’clock.
And so it was. The old tailor greeted her with a smile and a bow, and told her that her suit was ready. “If you could follow me to the fitting area,” he said, “we’ll try it on you.”
Sam went with him to the back of the store and, in the middle of the fitting area, took off her dress at his request. She handed it to him, and he put it over the back of a chair. He smiled at her, his eyes roving briefly up and down her body, which was dressed now in only panties and shoes. He licked his lips at the sight of the string front of the panties cleaving her shaven pussy.
“I’ll be right back with your suit,” he said, and he marched off. Sam, still horny, took the opportunity to masturbate, pulling the front of her panties to one side and rubbing her clit furiously. She suddenly felt a powerful urge to defecate, but she resisted. She had produced huge loads yesterday and the day before – there simply could not be that much in her now!
Minutes later the old man returned, and he affected not to notice as she quickly replaced the string between her labia. “Here you go,” he said. “Try the jacket first.”
She took it from him and tried it on. It fit perfectly and looked like a quality piece of tailoring. With the front buttoned, the V-neck plunged deep, the two sides meeting halfway between her navel and the bottom of her ribcage, so that the insides of her breasts were exposed. Fine if she was wearing a blouse, but not if she just wore a bra beneath.
The jacket was shorter than she had been anticipating. It barely came down to the top of her buttocks. Still, she had a nice bottom, so she did not really mind. “This is wonderful!” she said.
Mr. Howell was delighted. “I’m so glad you like it,” he said. “Try it with the skirt.”
She took it off him and stared at it. It looked tiny! Thoughts of Ally McBeal popped into her head. But she stepped into it, pulled it on, and zipped it up.
“What do you think?” asked Mr. Howell.
The hem of the skirt only just covered her buttocks at the back, she could tell by feel. Bending even slightly would reveal her bottom to anybody behind her. She walked over to the mirror, and stared at herself. She looked, she had to admit, very smart, but also very sexy. The skirt was extremely tight, and clung to the curves of her buttocks with indecent snugness.
“This skirt’s way too short,” she said. “Don’t you think?”
“I think it looks very good on you,” said the tailor. “You have the legs to carry it off. Why not try wearing it to work? If you get negative feedback, you can come back here and we’ll lengthen it for you.”
“Okay, that sounds good,” she said. “Thank you! It’s a lovely suit.” She took it off and handed it back to him. He gave her back her dress, and she put it on.
Mr. Howell put her suit back on its hangar, and then put the whole thing in a bag. “You’ve already paid for it,” he said, “so I guess this is goodbye. Thank you for your custom.”
“I’m sure I’ll be back. This is a great shop,” she told him. A suit, a blouse, and nine items of underwear, all for fifty dollars! She would definitely be back!
“Thank you,” said Mr. Howell. “Come any time. We’re open until eight o’clock on weekdays.”
She left the store, went home, and placed her suit in one of the drawers she had sealed with Clingfilm. She hoped it would be okay there. Looking out of the window, she saw a few pairs of binoculars. Defiantly, she kicked her shoes off and then took off her dress. She was not going to let them phase her!
The roaches were even worse than they had been that morning, if that was possible. Wearing just her panties, she went through to the living room and sat down on the couch. She was still horny, and desperate to masturbate. She lay back, slipped her panties off, and started to masturbate. Roaches began crawling all over her almost at once, but she was beyond caring. Several of them pushed their way into her cunt, one after another, and she moaned at the sensations this brought.
Writhing under a carpet of cockroaches, she rubbed herself to the brink of orgasm, but try as she might she could not push herself over the edge. An hour later, sobbing with exhaustion, she gave up, and sitting up she shook off as many roaches as possible. Her cunt was crammed full of them by now, but she was too weary to do anything about it now. She really ought to get something to eat.
She put on her smallest thong – the one that was all string apart from a tiny triangle that just fit over her clitoris – and her newly-laundered black Lycra microskirt. On her top half she wore a cut-off t-shirt that Eric had given her. It came down to a couple of inches below her breasts, which she felt was more than adequate.
Heading out, she found that she was losing cockroaches from her cunt as she walked, so she paused for a moment outside the lift to pull out as many as possible. She was so absorbed in this activity that she did not notice the young couple standing in the elevator when the doors opened. They stared at her, open-mouthed, until the doors began to close again. Then the young man quickly reached out and stopped them, and they opened again. At that point Samantha looked up, and she flushed bright red as she saw the couple. Hurrying past them as they stepped out of the lift, she pushed the button for the ground floor and willed the doors closed. They seemed to take forever.
Outside the building, wolf whistles greeted her almost immediately, and she realized that her skirt had ridden up to expose several inches of her buttocks and nearly-bare crotch. She hastily tugged her hem down, and trotted to the convenience store. She paused in front of the cans of bug spray, but decided with a regretful sigh that the stuff clearly had not worked, so there was not much point in getting more of it. Instead, she bought herself a microwave dinner, and returned home.
The urge to defecate hit her pretty hard while she was eating dinner, but she resisted it. It simply was not reasonable that she had so much to get rid of, so soon after two massive dumps. She watched a bit of television, had another unsuccessful attempt to masturbate to orgasm, and finally went to bed, naked. Her cunt was soon full of cockroaches.
She awoke to find the crack in the wall had opened up again, and two demonic creatures were emerging from it. “No!” she screamed, and she tried to jump off the bed, but the demons were quicker and each caught hold of one of her arms. She was dragged through the crack and down the long tunnel she had been in the previous night.
This time she was taken into the middle of a huge cavern, where thousands of demons were working (though what they were working on, she had no idea). All of them turned to look at her as she arrived, and hopeful expressions dawned on their hideous faces. She was thrown into their midst, screaming in terror, and was grabbed immediately. Her arms were pinned down and her legs pulled apart.
Then the demons began to vomit. One after the other, each took its turn to stand over her and heave, producing a couple of gallons of lumpy yellowish gunk that poured over her body. Looking down at her breasts, which were covered in the stuff, Samantha saw thousands of wriggling maggots. To her horror, these started burrowing into her breast flesh, and she screamed anew.
More vomit poured over her, and in a few minutes she was almost completely invisible beneath the huge pile of sick. The demons were wading in it to ankle-depth even ten feet away. Only her face was above the surface, and that was only because she was lifting her head off the floor so she could breathe. She could feel maggots burrowing into her flesh all over her body.
Then the rape began. The first demon lay down in the mess on top of her, and plunged its gigantic member into her vomit-lubed cunt, pushing more maggots deep into her womb. She howled with pain, but after a few minutes of the rape she could do no more than sob.
The demon took over an hour to finish, by which time she was too weary even to cry. Another demon settled between her legs, and his member slipped inside her a little more easily. He took a little less than an hour to ejaculate, but when he did, he pulled out and aimed it at her face. She coughed and spluttered as her nose and mouth were filled with an evil-smelling yellow cream.
Then she was turned over, and the next demon positioned its cock at the entrance to her anus. Screaming with new horror, Samantha felt her anus stretched to unprecedented dimensions as the demon plunged inside her rectum. Fiery pain from her tortured bottom filled her thoughts, and she hoped this demon would be quick about his business.
It was not to be. Her anal rape took more than an hour and a half. When the demon pulled out, she was completely spent, her body a limp rag that the demons did not even have to hold down any more. She could not have escaped if they had all stood back and put a doorway right in front of her. She prayed that the next demon would take her cunt instead of her anus.
But it was her anus again. This one lasted just an hour, but he was, if anything, even wider than his predecessor. Unable to lift her head, Samantha counted the number of demons in her field of vision, all masturbating and waiting for their turn. There were at least fifty of them. More, she knew, waited behind her. Would this ordeal never end?
Fortunately, after the twentieth vaginal rape and the seventeenth anal rape, Samantha finally passed out.