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Gangbanged By Disfigured Men, by Jezebel Rose

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Jessie couldn’t believe her dumb fucking luck. Her now ex-boyfriend had the nerve to leave her on the side of the road all because she wouldn’t suck his dick while he drove. It wasn’t because she was virginal by any means. One of Jessie’s friends was in a devastating car accident while performing fellatio on her boyfriend, who’d died as a result. Jessie said no because she cared about Rylan’s safety. He was willing to risk life and limb for a blowie on the dangerous mountain roads. Most of the curves around the mountains didn’t even have guardrails. Was he insane?

Ugh! They’d gone to his brother’s wedding on the western slope and were on their way home. Because Rylan had grown up there, he knew all the back roads, which meant Jessie would be walking on her own for quite some time. It was summer, but the mountains were always ten to twenty degrees cooler than the city, and at night, it got chilly. She’d had the good sense to grab a hoodie, Rylan’s favorite, which she would burn once she got back home. He was such an asshole, and she mentally berated herself for not admitting that to herself sooner. All her friends hated him. He’d been a dick since day one, but he was hot, so she put up with it.

In the distance, Jessie swore she saw the light of a campfire. She certainly smelled burning wood and hoped that whoever was out there were nice campers willing to let a stranger take refuge and find warmth for the evening.

Taking a deep breath, Jessie stepped off the road and began to make her way toward the light. The deeper she got into the trees, the colder and darker it became. It was easier to see the fire, which was a relief.

Wandering in the woods was the start of a horror film where she would be a Final Girl. She’d survive, but not before suffering some horrible fate. The opposite could be true as well, where Jessie might be the first to die. Considering she was the only person in that scenario, she decided to stop thinking about the awful things humans do.

As she got closer, the cackle of wood being scorched by flames could be heard. She caught the faint sound of people talking, though she couldn’t make out what they said. Jessie paused a moment, gathering her thoughts so when she did make it to the campsite, she didn’t sound like a complete loon.

Twigs snapped under her feet, and the people around the fire grew quiet. Figuring they were listening for a bear or other dangerous wildlife, Jessie called out so that they wouldn’t shoot if they did have guns.

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