Some time had passed since the incident and the group had spaced out a bit, some staying isolated while others began to form small clusters; only two had so far left the foot of the heap, and nobody remaining showed any sign of planning to. The cowardly man now paced on the far side of the heap muttering to himself and keeping distance the best he could from the man he believed had attacked him, the golith he avoided sitting against the heap speaking quietly to the older woman he had since helped to her feet. The middle aged man and the younger woman he had made love to slumbered peacefully in the very spot they had landed in. A frail, pale skinned man who had not uttered a single sound the entire time wandered the dark edge of the grass, keeping to himself though occasionally glancing at a buxom young woman sleeping against the heap; it was unclear if anyone had noticed this and she had hardly said a word to anyone since landing. A small, very youthful girl and a similarly youthful male had spent most of their time together since landing; they now played and climbed the dust of the heap in an immature, child-like manner, seemingly unphased by the situation they were in or simply trying to ignore it. Stumbling his way between each of the group roamed a much older man with a boney yet mobile body, his long white beard extending from beneath his mask gave him a certain air of wisdom, and it made it easy for most to speak to him as he approached. Sitting what he perceived as a safe distance from the slumbering, curvy woman was a very tall and rather heavy set man, his gaze seemingly permanently fixated on her large breasts as they jiggled with each gentle breath; he had not so much as taken the time to avert his eyes long enough to know if anyone had noticed him. Of the two who had left shortly after the conflict between the two men, neither had since returned; they were both seemingly younger women, one a slightly plump pale woman covered in freckles, her red hair cascading from beneath her mask halfway down her back. The other was a much taller woman, carrying a powerful frame of darker skin that remained quite feminine; the two women had parted from the group together, and despite a brief attempt from the older woman to stop them they insisted somebody needed to explore.
The couple sleeping at the foot of the heap woke suddenly to the sound of desperate cries for attention; a distance from them stood the overweight man, crying out to anyone who would hear him, “Help! The girl who was sleeping here is gone! I was uh… I was keeping an eye on her since nobody else was… I only looked away for a second and she was gone! Has anyone seen her!?” The group’s reactions were a mix, some ignoring his pleas while others looked on in confusion, the first to speak up was the larger, dark skinned man; “Where was she?” The heavy man quickly pointed towards the small patch of grass the buxom woman had been sleeping in, and sure enough all that remained was flattened grass vaguely in her shape. “Alright… is anyone else missing? How many did we start with?” An older voice perked up at his questioning, her grandmother-like voice deeply concerned; “There were those two girls who insisted on leaving some time ago… They still seem to be gone.” “I didn’t get ta’ talk ta’ them then…” The sociable old man spoke up, “I tried ta’ talk to everyone but they were gone ‘fore I could. Where’s that young fella’? The one who was hollerin’? I see jus’ ’bout everyone else I talked ta’ earlier.” The heavy man, now in more of a panic, took particular notice of this, “Think he could have done something with her!? He already pushed the old lady, there’s no telling what he could do!” “Now, now…” spoke the older woman, “He was scared, I am perfectly fine and that is no reason to assume the worst. If they are together I am sure it was a mutual decision. Nobody wants to go off alone.” There was a moment of silence as the group pondered their options, when suddenly a young girl’s voice shouted out, “We saw where that guy went!” Standing a ways up the heap stood the two youngest of their group, both small enough to seemingly defy gravity against the grains beneath their feet. “Yeah! He went off that way a little bit ago! Haven’t seen ‘im since!” The pair of them hardly seemed concerned as they pointed off into the distance, and without waiting for a reaction the two of them went back to playing in the ivory heap.
“Alright. By my count that’s four of us who’re missin’.” The darker man’s voice boomed heavily across the grassy clearing for all to hear, “The two girls’re less a priority since they’re together, but I’m sayin’ we need to be lookin’ for the ones on their own. Who’s up for it?” “I’ll come with!” The heavy man’s voice shouted out, demanding attention, “I’ll help look for the girl!” The couple, the middle aged man and the younger girl who has not left his side, soon approached and confirmed they too would help; of the two, the man spoke, “We need a few people to stay here in case anyone returns, makes sense they’d be the two oldest and two youngest.” The dark man nodded in agreement, “We ain’t got the manpower to split up and look for everyone right now, wouldn’t be safe. We’re goin’ for the girl first.” Grouping up, the four explorers stood in the pressed patch of grass the young woman had last been seen sleeping in, and made their way beyond the dark border of the clearing, quickly being swallowed in shadows out of the others’ view.
The darkness that held the heap had steadily opened into a forest; throughout the many trees stood smaller piles of ivory dust beneath endless trails of falling grains and, much like the heap they knew, held an unexplainable lumination from nowhere. It was beside one of these smaller piles that the four explorers had decided to take a short rest. “So uh… do you two know each other, then?” The heavy set man broke the silence, directing his question towards the middle aged man and the shy girl clutching his arm. “What do you mean? Why do you say that?” The man seemed perplexed. “Well it’s just… I mean… ya know. She’s always clinging to you and you uh… I mean after earlier… the two of you just seem close is all. Curious if we’re all strangers, or…”, the overweight man’s words were sincere, but he could not help but fear he had crossed a line and become too personal; to his relief, the other man smiled. “Oh… just making do, ya know. Felt natural.” The young brunette blushed as she heard this and hugged him tighter while hiding her face, whispering something under her breath. “…Y-you saw that?” The heavier man was quick to reply, now also blushing with a small trail of sweat escaping his hairline, “I-I didn’t watch or anything, but it was hard not to at least notice… sorry about that.” Feeling the tension, the young girl’s lover changed the subject, “It’s a good point, though. We need to have each others’ backs out here… it’d make sense to get to know each other a bit to know who we’re keeping an eye out for. What’re all of your names? I’m… uh…” His voice suddenly cut off and he stared vacantly into the distance.
“I… why can’t I remember my name?” A chill filled the group as they all came to the same sudden realization. It had not even occurred to them to introduce one another until then, and not one of them could come up with their own names. It was the dark man who spoke first on the subject, “Ain’t like that’s the weirdest thing happenin’ to us right now. So we can’t remember our names… might be better that way, keeps it less personal.” The group nodded in agreement, the middle aged man adding, “So… what do we call each other?” The four of them sat for a moment pondering, when the heavy set man clumsily blurted out, “You can all call me Rhino!” The others looked at him in bewilderment, causing him to blush in deep embarrassment before being relieved by the brunette woman. “Sounds like you have a story behind that one… care to share? I think you owe us some… intimate detais.” His blush intensified, and with a stammer he answered; “It’s… just something some buddies use to call me in school. I’m big and I kind of tend to… charge into things without thinking… sort of like this conversation…..” It had been a long time since he had felt this awkward, but all the same it was quite the familiar feeling. The girl, now not quite as timid as before, giggled softly. “I like it… I think it sounds cool, Rhino. You can call me Bird; I’ve always liked birds.” “Ya’ll can call me Ox. Since we all doin’ animal names that’ll work for me.” The largest of them, who the heavy set man had secretly found himself intimidated by, strangely felt less imposing with a name to put to the frame. The three of them turned to Bird’s lover, “I’ve always been a dog guy… Hound work?” The group came to an agreement on what they would call one another, and with the names came a stronger sense of comfort between them.
A woman’s cry tore through the void of darkness as she raced through the trees in terror, her eyes widened in hopes of finding salvation in the distance but only falling upon vague shapes of trees painted with shadows; her thighs tensed as they carried her hourglass figure across the damp grass below, her large breasts sending twinges of pain through her chest and back as they bounced unrestrained and weighed her down. All she could hear was the sound of her own heavy breathing trapped within the hard casing of her mask, drowning out any hope of hearing how close her attacker was behind her; little did she know he was directly on her heels. With a swift lunge the frail man dove at the curvy woman’s legs, sweeping them out from beneath her as she fell hard to the forest floor, releasing a horrified scream to the woods abound. A bone encased hand clasped around the buxom woman’s throat as the lanky man forced himself between his victims sweat-bathed thighs, and quickly he could feel his rock hard length penetrating into the heat of the woman’s groin. Crying out and choking on her own tears the busty woman tried desperately to force the man away from her, but with each thrust she could feel her strength gradually failing her, and the strangely powerful man with the frail body only became more aggressive. Soon she laid silent against the grass as she took the rapist’s throbbing manhood into her again and again, her large breasts bouncing painfully the more forceful he fucked her virginity away, her legs falling helplessly open around him, spread wide in hopes he will finish quickly and be done with her now bleeding pussy. Her eyes shut tightly behind her mask as she tried to drown out the attack and lose herself in darkness, and just as she began to truly accept her fate it happened.
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