Death brings life!
With a shudder of spinal liquefying fear you know why you are here. What all this has led up to. You shall be the womb for Death to cum in. You shall taste death now!
You break and run. Armed guards are blocking the doors. You scream "I'm an American I'm a American" at the top of your lungs as if its a magic sonic barrier from harm. You hear the sound of hands clapping all about you. Doors begin opening. People wearing skull masks and nothing else clapping their hands. Again the vegitive lust is on you. A sap sack ready to burst with nectar desire.
Girls nakedly hug you, grind their pelvis's against you. You would be inside them if you where not wearing pants. Then you see HER. The Veggie queen. She walks naked unmasked and unashamed. You have never seen a body like hers before. You are moaning in fear and in desire. You ache for their perfumed flowers. Their damp petals leave a scent on your clothes where they grinded against you.