The Orgy of the Pink Flesh

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Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Magic, Science Fiction, Post Apocalypse, Horror, Paranormal, Orgy, Body Modification, Big Breasts, Caution, Transformation, Prostitution, .

Desc: Horror Sex Story: Catastrophe has struck, but Edgar Price doesn't mind. He's filthy rich, secure in a compound high up in the South American mountains and he's going to party like it's the end of the world. His guests are the same VIPs that ran the world before the calamity and will run it after. For entertainment Edgar has obtained a new shipment of willing and nubile girls. However, one of those girls is not as she appears and Edgar's orgy is about to be plunged into a weird and terrifying nightmare...

Starvation and disaster had long devastated the world. No catastrophe had ever been so thorough, or so final. Slow and stealthy, like a stalking lion, it had crept up on the human race, hidden in the long grass of denial, tensing muscles of complacency, before finally pouncing to tear its prey apart with the teeth of climate change. There were floods, and sudden droughts, and then drastic food shortages, with resulting war. Famine and plague spread their long shadows over the land, ushering in the demise of civilisation as governments, corporations and financial markets alike fell apart under the sheer weight of suffering humanity. And the whole collapse, from the first unseasonal storms to the wholesale flooding of coastal regions, were the incidents of half a decade.

Edgar thought it was all fucking hilarious. Oh they'd been so earnest--the yummy mummies with their Tarquins and Jemimas; the bearded bores reciting by rote scientific papers they didn't really understand; the wannabe student anarchists filling in time before they took up their high paid jobs in the city.

"Save the Planet!" they all cried, before fucking off to the Alps for their skiing holidays same as always.

Save the planet. What a laugh. All that handwringing and what they really meant was save our flatscreen TVs, Chelsea tractors and supermarkets filled with row after row of shrink-wrapped shit. The planet was big enough to look after itself. But the ordinary man, well he was completely fucked. Famine, plague and war; the planet knew exactly how to deal with an infestation of human beings.

Fuck the ordinary man. Who gave a toss about those ants anyway.

Edgar was watching them right now. He sat back in a soft leather armchair and watched their pitiful struggles on a television screen almost as big as the wall while a Colombian beauty sucked his cock. All the TV stations had long since ceased transmission, but a pair of enterprising media barons had found ways to generate some entertainment. Currently they were flying over the drowned ruins of London in a helicopter. The sound of the rotors brought out survivors like worms in a downpour. The helicopter came close enough for the camera to pick out the filthy remnants of their shellsuits and Burberry shirts, close enough to zoom in on their gap-toothed smiles of relief.

Close enough to show a face burst like a ripe tomato as a high velocity bullet smashed through it.

It was the expressions of the other worms that always cracked Edgar up. It was fucking funny to see them go from relief to confusion and then finally terror. Even then they reacted with bovine slowness, as if they couldn't let go of the hope, even though the blood and teeth splattered on their faces told them the helicopter brought nothing but death.

A second bullet went through the back of a man's head as he turned to run with the speed of a slow motion action scene. The third bullet went right through the ass of the last man and left him shivering and puking in a spreading puddle of his own blood and faeces.

"Now that's what I call a crack shot!" the pilot joked as he took the helicopter back up into the sky in search of other prey.

Crack shot. Fucking brilliant.

Edgar sucked in a breath as he felt Francesca DeVasquez do that special thing she did with her teeth. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as she noisily sucked his dick. Lips like silk cushions and a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, DeVasquez gave fucking awesome head.

"That's it, baby," he sighed.

He felt a familiar stirring in his balls and grabbed the back of DeVasquez's head, his fingers brushing through her silky black hair. He held her in place and thrust his hips against her, smiling at the gagging sounds she made as he forced her to deepthroat him.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned as the orgasm washed over him and he sprayed his hot cum down her gullet.

DeVasquez was a good girl, well trained. She swallowed every last drop.

"Now go fetch me a cold beer, luv," Edgar said. He admired the tanned brown swell of her ass as she walked out of the room.

All that so-called rational debate between the scientists and politicians was so much hot air. There was only ever going to be one winner, and that was money. Money won everything.

Edgar was filthy stinking rich. While the sheep had either stuck their heads in the sand or bleated about how sacrifices needed to be made without making any themselves, Edgar had made his own plans. Like all the other filthy stinking rich people he'd invested in a nice little pad somewhere high and dry with a big fucking fence, its own private army and enough supplies to see out half a century. And guns. Lots and lots of guns.

End of the world? Not for Edgar Price, baby!

DeVasquez returned with a can of beer. Edgar popped the tab, took a sip and then hurled the drink at DeVasquez in disgust.

"I said a _cold_ beer, bitch!" he yelled at her. Stupid puta.

She ducked out of the way, but Edgar caught a brief flash of sullen anger in her eyes. Bitch was getting a little above herself, Edgar thought. Maybe it was time he passed her down to the troops and upgraded to some fresh meat. Shame, she gave fucking awesome head.

Edgar tapped some buttons on the console next to the sofa and the television screen was filled with the face of an elderly Chinese man.

"Oi, Lun Po. Where're my girls?" he said to the screen.

"They are in transit, Mr Price." The Chinaman's voice was as unctuous as ever. "They will arrive at your compound shortly before six this evening."

Good, that left plenty of time before the guests started to arrive.

"And you've sent me the best?" Edgar asked. "No old bangers."

"Mr Price, would I do such a thing?" Po said, putting on an expression of mock outrage. "These are the finest blooms of my latest crop. Each has been sculpted by my surgeons into a walking work of art and trained to attend faithfully to your guests' every wish and desire."

"Lovely jubbly," Edgar said, rubbing his hands together. As good as DeVasquez was, he was looking forward to getting his hands on some fresh, nubile flesh. Tonight was going to be immense.

Po was as good as his word. The girls arrived just before six o'clock. They stood, completely naked, in Edgar's entrance hall, the group flanked on either side by guards armed with Kalashnikov rifles. Very tasty, Edgar thought as he checked out the curves of their hips and breasts. The wily old Chinaman certainly had a keen eye when it came to picking out the talent.

The girls' reactions when they first arrived at the house always interested Edgar. You could tell a lot about a girl in those first moments.

There were the shy types. They were easy to spot. They tried to cover up their nakedness and stared straight at the floor.

Then there were the nervous types. Those were the girls trying so hard to hold back the tears as they stared around them with wide, scared eyes. As if they expected a gang rape squad to burst in at any moment.

Finally there were the pros. They thrust their tits out and pouted full lips at him, trying to attract his attention. They knew exactly what was expected of them and they accepted it because they were smart enough to know doing exactly what he wanted meant they'd have food, water and a place to stay, which was far better than the hell ninety-odd percent of the rest of the human race was going through. Edgar liked those girls; they were always pure filth in the bedroom.

Then Edgar saw something he hadn't seen before. There was a girl at the back with long red hair and fair skin that wasn't behaving in any of those ways. She didn't appear to be shy or nervous and she wasn't aggressively jockeying for position to be one of his favourites either. Instead she looked calm. Calm and composed.

Edgar thought Po had slipped in a headcase to make up the numbers and doped her up to the eyeballs so they wouldn't notice. The girl seemed too aware for that though. She knew where she was and why she was here, but had found some inner peace to enable her to cope.

Inner peace, yeah, that was the right term, Edgar thought.

Not really sexy though. Hopefully she'd be more up for it later tonight and if not ... well his troops would be up for the extra entertainment. Be a shame though, that was a damn fine rack she was sporting there.

"Take them down to the green room and have housekeeping get them ready for tonight," he ordered.

The girls moved away in a nervous huddle. As they did the calm girl turned her head and stared at Edgar with unfathomable brown eyes.

Spooky, he thought with a shiver. The men could have her.

The guests started arriving a few hours later. These were the men that had run the world before the crisis--Russian oligarchs, Indian steel magnates, African dictators, Banking CEO's, Texan oil barons, high ranking Chinese party officials--and would continue to run it afterwards.

"Gentleman," Edgar said, once the last of his guests had arrived. "Let's party like it's the end of the world!"

That was the cue for the girls to enter the room. Each was dressed identically in high heels, a tiny little cocktail dress and a tight-fitting crimson bra designed to show off the work of Lun Po's incomparable surgeons. They also wore elegant crimson masks. That was Edgar. He found the masks were good at getting the newer, more nervous girls over their inhibitions.

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