Sweet Sick Teen 49

 “That’s all well and good, but we’re getting further away from the subject.” There was so much needless information being bandied about that the Girl was beginning to lose focus.

“You’re right! We still haven’t decided which faith she should belong to!”

“Has anybody seen a Gloved Man? Carrying an old woman with a Baby face?”

In response to this, a babble of animated dialogue rose up, outperforming the previous noise level.

“She’s so awe-inspiring!”
“She underwent many years of harsh learning in the presence of these ONEs.”
“Did you read the same text I did?! Because it’s clear that she was tortured!”
“They were trying to expand her mind the only way they knew how!”
“They were clearly going the wrong way about it!”
“It showed how incompatible our species are!”
“It showed that we still need to work at it!”

She had no idea what everyone was talking about. Clearly, they were referencing something she was totally ignorant of.

In fatigued exasperation, the Girl screamed, “I just want to know where the Gloved Man is! I don’t care about Babyface!”

The rowdy crowd suddenly fell silent, all of them staring at her, like she’d taken one of the Garbage Woman’s private spit jars, and upended the contents all over their holiest relic, and then bookedmarked it between their sacred texts, slamming the book shut, before ripping the pages out all over their sacramental floor.

“Why did I say that??”, the Girl thought. “I just wanted them to shut up.” She decided to switch tacks. “The matter is, I need help with my pregnancy.”

If she thought changing the subject to her impending birth would’ve quieted the crowd, she was wrong. They only became more disquieted.

“You shouldn’t have become pregnant in the first place!”
“Once the child’s born, it’s your responsibility.”
“Can’t you see the poor girl needs support?”
“It’s a well documented fact that men know more about women’s bodies than women do.”
“I know more about pregnancy than any man out there! They balloon up, and crap out babies through their butts!”
“I’d love to talk to any woman who’d back that up.”
“It’s not an anatomical impossibility!”

They started heatedly arguing among themselves, all the men debating on the right way to create a baby, something they were all experts in apparently, leaving her completely forgotten. She appreciated her anonymity at the moment. As the Girl was fighting her way through the argumentative crowd, she was suddenly accosted by someone who was trying to get her attention.

“You looking for the Gloved Man? I know where he is.”

“Finally!” the Girl exclaimed, throwing her arms up in exasperation. Where is he?

“Follow me, and I’ll show you.”

She followed the helpful stranger down a series of streets, then corners, wondering how much longer this was going to take. It was only when she was going down a dark alley that she started to feel apprehensive.

“Just a little further. You’re almost there.”

“What’s the Gloved Man doing here?”

“You want to see him? He works in all kinds of dangerous places.”

The Girl didn’t know why, but the stranger’s helpful demeanor seemed particularly sinister at that point. His tone and facial expression hadn’t changed, but the surroundings felt off somehow. She was about to turn tail and run, but her exit path was blocked by a gang of guys who’d followed her, pushing her back. The hard floor was cold and uninviting, and the walls suddenly felt claustrophobic in the narrow space.

“You have only yourself to blame! If you didn’t display yourself so alluringly, we wouldn’t have to do this in the first place!”

The Girl looked down at herself. She was wearing only drab lumpy clothes that did a good job of covering her bulging form. There was hardly any skin showing, yet even that little amount shown was enough to make these men act in a lewd frenzy.

“You shouldn’t have been playing around with those tentacles! Now we’ll have to wash your baby out by impregnating you with our superior sperm!”

She wasn’t sure if it worked that way. But these people didn’t seem in any position to listen to counter-arguments.

“You should feel flattered to have someone find you attractive!” the Ringleader said, praising and insulting her in the same breath.

She did her best to fight them off, but it was a losing proposition. Her only advantage was the more of her clothes they forcibly removed, the stronger the smell became. Yet this self-defence mechanism didn’t deter them the slightest. Everyone was sneezing and crying, the smell becoming unbearable to overcome. Still, they continued to pressure her.

The Ringleader contemptuously glared at the Girl with half-closed weeping eyes and muttered between coughing bouts, “It’s your own fault for not putting up stronger resistance. If you didn’t want this, you would’ve made yourself less attractive.”

Now would have been the perfect time for the Gloved Man to appear out of nowhere and heroically save her from this predicament, so of course he didn’t show up.  After trying and failing to get out of their grasp, she decided to stop resisting. This was what she wanted all along, wasn’t it? Might as well accept the inevitable.

“Alright then, go ahead. You want me? You’ve got me!” She started stripping, pulling her shirt off, revealing her bare arms, her protruding belly and more of the overwhelming stench that permeated her body.

“All I ask is that you satisfy me. My first encounter left me in such a state that had me screaming for more. Hopefully, you’ll exceed my expectations. It shouldn’t be that difficult for such virile and healthy men like you.”

Upon hearing this, the gang who’d been so keen to violate the Girl no longer felt motivated to do so.

“There’s no point in doing it if she’s not going to struggle.”
“I can’t enjoy this if she’s not miserable.”
“She’s also kinda ugly.”
“Doesn’t smell that great either!”

The gang left with looks of disgust, leaving the Girl with a look of dumbfounded relief. Only a single scrangly man stayed behind.

“I’d be willing to help you out if your offer is still - ”

She hit him, and hightailed it out of there.