Hundreds of them. Their hunger is nearly overwhelming. But, I can also sense fear. There are still some survivors inside."There was a sudden flurry of...activity as the body on the sidewalk began to twitch and then rose to its knees. Its face was that of an average, middle aged man, but it looked around at the surrounding officers with a snarl of hatred and rage, its lips pulled back to reveal elongated canines. Immediately, gunfire broke out from across the line of police. The feral's body. All week I kept getting these stares and an occasional note mysteriously appearing on my desk or car saying "Your time is cumming" spelt just that way.About a week later I was walking home from the bar near my house when a van pulled up in front of me and stopped. Out jumped four guys in ski masks and a gun and told to "get in your time is here". I had no choice but ot comply I wasn't looking to get shot. They gaged, blindfolded me and tied my hands and feet. We drove for about an hour. When we. “Did you pick up on that?” I whisper in your ear. Turning to my ear you whisper back, “I think Amy is a dirty little slut waiting for both of us to ravage her. Things may get interesting or else she is the biggest tease!” I feel your fingers move to my zipper. My heart beats faster as I look around the room wondering how inconspicuous we are at this moment. You pull my zipper down and reach in to grab my hard cock. I scoot a bit closer to the counter in an effort to further hide myself. You. Or Gloria was! Sammy had been with her on the previous course, six months ago. That had been full of such fun activities as running twenty miles with a full pack and voluminous clothing in the heat of the day. The evenings had consisted of ferocious unarmed combat, not with each other, but their instructors. After ten days, both girls had been exhausted and tougher than ever. Now Sammy was in Hospital and Gloria was being trained on her own and she wasn't enjoying it one little bit!For seven.