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Red Island 11: Impregnation & Birthing, Extreme Gaping

The lecture hall was dimly lit by flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the worn stone walls. A chill drifted through the room, causing Violet to feel goosebumps on her arms as she sat amongst her classmates. Profession Wilson, the head of biological studies, paced in front of a large, ancient-looking chalkboard, his voice low.

“The subject of our lesson today,” he began, “is that of the most elusive of creatures: the Shadow Beast.” The students exchanged excited whispers.

Violet leaned forward, her cerulean eyes wide with fascination. She had always been drawn to the supernatural. And now, having finally been accepted into St. Briar’s Institute for Paranormal Studies, she felt one step closer to unraveling its mysteries.

Mr. Wilson continued, “The Shadow Beast is said to feast on the fear of unsuspecting victims, lurking in the darkest corners, even underground. They can take on any form they wish, but their true form is unknown.” He paused dramatically before writing “Apex Predator” on the board in spidery script.

Violet was entranced by the professor’s lecture, focusing on every word. Suddenly, a cool breeze touched her neck, sending a chill down her spine. She quickly looked behind her but saw nothing unusual—just her friends equally immersed in the lesson. “I’m sorry,” Violet said. “I… don’t feel well.”

“Can I help?” Wilson stepped forward and took Violet’s hand, assisting her from the chair.

“Everything is fine, I just need to go home.”

Mr. Wilson had more than one career. He was also a senior recruiter for SSI Corp’s Intake Center. Violet showed every sign he searched for – attunement to the supernatural and very attractive. His eyes swept over her slim yet bodacious, mid-twenties figure. Following her out of the classroom, he watched as she walked down the hallway away from him. “Hey,” Wilson shouted.

With a swift motion, Violet turned around, causing her newly trimmed brown hair to flutter. Her black makeup perfectly complemented the school’s purple and black colors that adorned her skirt and top. “Hm?”

“I have an opportunity that has arisen suddenly.”

“Sir… I really must go.”

Wilson stepped closer to Violet, almost within reach. “This will only take a moment.”

“Alright, please be quick.”

“Okay – first, I know you are in a dire financial situation. Since next week is spring break, I’ll be going away for a retreat. During this time, I can bring you along. You’d make exactly five million dollars wired to your account. If you accept, right now, I can authorize a one million dollar deposit to show you how serious I am.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Violet’s eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things her professor could have said, this surprised her the most. “I’m going home. I’ll see you in ten days.”

“Tell me your routing number and I’ll send you the money right here and now.”

Violet turned, “If you’re screwing with me, I’m not going to be happy.” She pulled out her phone and showed Wilson the account number.

Mr. Wilson nodded and then opened his phone. He quickly tapped on the keys. “And… there we go. Your deposit has been made.”

“No way,” Violet said, her hands shaking as she looked at her phone’s screen. The bank balance had over a million in it. “You have my attention. How do I make the other four million?”

“As I said, I’m leaving for the week. You would come with me and attend an event.”

Violet didn’t think twice. “Sign me up.”

Wilson chuckled and pulled up a form on his phone, “here, just sign.”

“Done.”

“One other thing, Violet.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to need to prick your finger and have you sign this in blood.”

Violet bit the corner of her lip nervously before putting her forefinger on a small pen-like device with a tiny needle. She watched it tap her skin, barely puncturing the surface. “I’ll have to admit, signing in blood is pretty bizarre.”

Wilson nodded, “Well, the event we are going to… it’s unique. Trust me, I think you’ll like it. When the plane lands and we are back town, I’ll send you the rest of the money.”

“Should I go home and get ready?”

“No need. Class is ending in a few minutes, then I’ll be heading to the airport. You won’t have to pack – all clothes, food and supplies are provided.”

Violet felt adrenaline rush through her veins, rising quickly with the excitement she fought to hold back. No longer nervous, Violet couldn’t wait for this all-expenses-paid vacation, not to mention the life-changing amount of money. “I’ll be right here while you finish out class.”

“Forget it,” Wilson said, gesturing for Violet to follow him out of the college. “We have a flight to catch.”

Violet trailed behind the professor as they made their way to his car and the airport. Once on the plane, she fell asleep and didn’t wake up until they landed. Stepping off the plane with only a few other passengers, she was hit by a blast of freezing air that made her regret not wearing more layers. It was clear that they were in a completely different climate. “Where are we?” she asked, shivering.

“We’re pretty far north, well past Canada,” Wilson replied, taking Violet’s hand and leading her toward a nearby limousine. “Let’s go, it’ll be much warmer inside.”

Both Violet and Wilson partook in Champaign. They laughed and told tales, learning more about each other. After several hours, the vehicle stopped.

“Welcome to Red Island,” the doorman said as he bowed to the guests leaving his limo.

Violet looked around as she stepped outside. The walls and ceiling were made of metal and low. “Thank god I’m not claustrophobic.”

Wilson laughed, “Sorry, I forgot to mention that detail. We’re actually on an island, you know. Did you feel the ferry crossing during the ride?”

“That’s strange, I didn’t. Suppose I was a little tipsy.” Violet giggled, “So what’s going on? Are we attending some sort of show?”

“Well, first, we are going to separate. I’ll see you later this evening.”

“Sounds like fun.” Violet watched as a figure stepped from behind, his face obscured by a rabbit mask. The long pink ear interior was surrounded by white fur and stood tall over the person’s head. Turning around, she noticed the driver also wore the same exact mask. “Wha-”

“Go ahead,” Wilson grunted, pushing Violet from beside the limousine.

“I’m so confused… do I need one of those masks?” Violet turned around and saw another figure behind her wearing the mask. “Mr. Wilson?” Her heart began to race. “This is really creepy. Guys, what’s going on?”

Mr. Wilson didn’t speak but walked and placed himself beside the other Rabbit-wearing people.

One of the figures took hold of Violet’s skirt, “Let’s go get you ready for the night’s events.” She pulled hard, unclasping the outfit. “I hope you don’t mind being naked.”

“I find it freeing and relaxing to be entirely honest,” Violet replied. She watched as the other people filtered out of the room and down a hallway. She could hear them walking briefly before the air grew still in the room. Violet looked at the masked woman. Her voice was sultry and filled with a strange, sweet desire as she continued.

“There we go,” Rabbit spoke. Her hand moved over Violet’s shoulder, unclothing her top. She led her down a different hallway and into a room filled with clothes, costumes, outfits, and nearly anything anyone could ever desire if preparing for a show.

“Holy Christ.”

“There’s quite a bit to choose from. What do you think?”

“If there was some sort of context for the supposed ‘event,’ then I’d be able to make a decision. Is this a dinner I’m attending, or am I expected to perform? Give me something to work with, please.”

Rabbit laughed, “You’ll be the co-star for the evening. Everyone will be looking at you.” With her hands on her waist, Rabbit walked around Violet. “Let’s take these off, too.” With a quick motion, Violet’s panties fell to the floor, revealing her glistening wet shaved pussy.

“Like what you see?”

Rabbit couldn’t help but admire Violet’s beauty. Her eyes couldn’t hide the fact that she found Violet extremely attractive. She loved how perfectly sized her breasts were, just the right size for her hands. Sighing, she checked Violet’s vagina – “Wait a second.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Violet looked between her legs.

“You’re a virgin?” Rabbit split her slick wetness and peered at the opening. “I can see your hymen.” Sliding a finger inside, Rabbit pushed her finger against the tiny veil.

Violet blushed. “I’m… not very social.”

“You seem nice enough to me.” Rabbit stood and smiled, “You’re ready to proceed for the night’s event.”

“Thanks, I suppose?”

Rabbit nodded and leaned in, whispering, “Ask for more money. Since you’re a virgin, you can make more cash.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“How is this related to the event?”

Rabbit kept her smile under the mask. “You’ll find out. I hope you aren’t scared of the dark.”

The lights went out, and Violet was left in darkness. “What’s going on? I’m so confused!”

“What’s her name?”

Several billionaires were in a room behind one-way reinforced glass. Each sat in a different spot or stood, watching the multi-million dollar event begin to unfold. Some smiled, some smirked, and some puffed on marijuana. Every person was intensely focused on the brunette.

One figure standing at the back of the area watched his clients. Everyone seemed to be content. His mask faded into the darkness as it was pitch-black, like charcoal. Shaped like a demon and lined with obsidian gemstones, the man behind peered through the eye-slits. “Violet.” He spoke, “Her name is Violet.”

Griffin stood by the glass, wearing a full black suit with a dark blue tie. His mask displayed hundreds of gems that sparkled against the dim lights lining the floorboards. He held a glass, nearly filled to the brim with bourbon. “Cheers to you, Violet,” he said before downing the four shots. With his free hand, he poured himself another. “Don’t mind if I do,” Griffin chuckled.

“Plan on being wasted all night?” The voice came from the back of the room. Another mask stood out against the feminine voice. She coughed, alternating between a cigarette and a joint.

“Who knows, the night is uncertain,” Griffin replied. He felt the buzz and enjoyed the sensations. Watching the flat-screen night-vision camera, he saw Violet searching for a way out. Soon, she would be in the room in front of the glass, and the night would finally get started. It had been nearly fifteen minutes listening to the deep, grumbling sound of whatever creature SSI Corp. had planned for the night.

Dragon took a deep hit of her pot, coughing in turn. He leaned back against the oversized recliner he had chosen. “Get this night started! Let’s go!” Sniffing, Dragon took a line of cocaine before kicking his feet with excitement.

“Jesus.” The male voice came out from behind a mask shaped like a Unicorn. The horn burst out from the tiny shiny scales of silver, giving away quite the display. “I’m stuck in here with a bunch of druggies.”

Griffin laughed before coughing, “I’m going to need another one of those pre-rolls.”

A nearby servant wearing a Rabbit mask handed Griffin a six-inch blunt within moments. “Is this to your liking, Sir?” A female voice quietly.

“Perfect,” Griffin replied as he snatched the blunt. Firing it with his cigarette lighter, he looked around at the variety of seating. Perhaps at the table, or one of those big comfort chairs, maybe an oversized bean-bag chair near the front… Griffin laid back, feeling the tiny beans against his back. “I don’t care who these are made for, but they are so fucking perfect.” He kicked his feet upon a nearby ottoman before taking a deep drag on his fired blunt.

A low growl echoed through the pitch-black room, causing Violet to freeze in her tracks. The room was cold, and the wet floor under her bare feet made it increasingly difficult to move around. She tried to see through the pitch-black room while she tried to control her rapid breathing. The growl sounded closer this time as if on cue, sending shivers down Violet’s spine. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her senses were on high alert.

Suddenly, a dim red light flickered in the darkness, casting an ominous glow over the damp walls. Violet’s eyes darted around the room, frantically searching for any sign of movement. In the corner of her right eye, she caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows. Violet turned her head to get a better look, but whatever it was vanished into further reaches of the room again.

The growl echoed once more, louder this time, and she could swear it was directly behind her. Violet whirled around, whimpering with fear as she backed herself into a corner. There in front of her, emerging from the darkness, was a sight she would never forget.

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