Norman wanders through the dark corridors, unease and uncertainty rippling inside of him with each step he takes. The abandoned building, possibly a hospital if the occasional signs and tools he comes across are any indication, is dark and musty, with dust flickering through the air and a rancid scent lingering throughout it. It makes him shudder, makes him tremble with distaste, and only the gleam of his flashlight can alleviate the shadowy spell.
How had he ever come to this place, the so-called Silent Hill? Driving a long and lonely road, his car had broken down here, and he'd ventured forth to find help. But this town, this town had no-one in it. It was dark and empty and lifeless, and no matter where he looked, where he searched, he would find nothing but continual emptiness and the sickly scent in the air. He shudders again, breathing through his mouth just to avoid the disgusting aroma, and continues his trek through the long corridors, seeking out anything that could help him.
Part of him suspects, however, that help is long gone by this point. There's no life, not even a rat or a cockroach, and the foul stench seems to imply that terrible things have happened here. For all he knows, the town is infested with death, every living thing dead and gone, and he could well be next. He shakes his head, trying to cast off such thoughts, and flashes the light around to see another corridor branching off. Carefully, he moves down it, assuring himself that he only needs some kind of fuel for his car and then he can be gone, leave this desolate place far behind…
Or is it so desolate? As he walks down the corridor, the beam of light from his flashlight picks up something ahead. Pausing slightly, he squints his eyes a bit to try and identify what he was seeing; a group of upright white forms, human-like but oddly still. Venturing a touch closer, he identifies legs, arms, heads, and realizes he's stumbled onto a group of mannequins. What else could they be? They look human, but make no movements. Why are they all grouped here? Who set them up like this?
Fear tingles down Norman's spine, and part of him just wants to turn back and not find out. But he feels like he's been walking in circles in this place, and at least a group of mannequins might mean he's on the track to getting somewhere. Slowly, he moves forward, noting how they're all dressed like nurses with their white gowns, skirts and hats. But they're hardly as nice as a nurse; they all have sickly pale skin (well, plastic really) that seems outlined with black lines, almost like veins. And their faces seem misshapen, wrapped up under thick bandages.
Okay, this was beyond creepy now. These things were disturbing enough as it was, but the closer he get, the more sickly the stench became and the more… well, life-like they seem. As if they weren't mere plastic, but something more realistic, and he shudders as he edges closer and closer, seeing if there were any gaps between them-
One moves. Slowly, almost robotically, the head tilts upwards and turns to face him with an empty gaze beneath the bandages.
Norman freezes, breath caught in his throat and eyes widening with horror, staring with fearful disbelief at the mannequin. No, not a mannequin, something else. Some kind of creature. Some kind of monster. Human-like, but not. It moves again, turning slightly, and he sees that the gown is emphasizing a feminine form, curved and wider at the hips, with the top unbuttoned to expose the generous cleavage of a large bust. For a second, he stares at the swell of the creature's chest, before regaining his senses and slowly backing away.
Feminine or not, this thing was unnatural, some kind of like ghoul or zombie, and it takes a shambling step forward, as if following his movements. He squeaks, legs trembling with the urge to flee, and then he stares in horror as the others start to move too. Their movements are shaky, twisted and almost mechanical with creaks of their arms and tilting of their necks, and they're all turning to face him. They're all as equally female as the first, all as equally freakish, misshapen faces under bandages with the corpse-like skin and black veins, and they're all looking right at him.
There's probably about ten of them, which is ten too many, and finally the instinct to flee sparks inside of Norman. With a cry, he turns and stumbles forward, desperate to retreat, only to hear the horrific sound of footsteps; the creatures were launching forward in pursuit, chasing after him, and he tries to run for it. Terrified out of his wits, he cries out again as he builds up speed, fleeing as fast as he could, but to no avail; the creatures move faster, catch up with ease, and clammy hands grab onto him, halting him in his tracks and pulling him back into the mobs.
He screams and wails as he desperately fights back, dropping the flashlight as he struggles against the mob. He doesn't want to die, not like this, not torn apart by freakish feminine ghouls, and he begs for anyone, anything, to save him! Alas, the nurse zombie things are not deterred by his struggles, simply working together to restrain the human and drag him through an open door into a musty old room, his pitiful screams echoing through the hospital.
Swiftly, they deposit the squirming human into a large chair, several of them moving around it to restrain his limbs, pinning his arms down, holding onto his throat to choke him into silence and restraining his legs. Norman feebly struggles against them, giving choking whimpers of terror and trying to outright plead for his life, all while the creatures simply gaze upon him with their empty faces as if they are amused by his efforts.
But it becomes apparent that they don't seem intent on killing him. They simply hold him until he is still, keeping him secured to the chair, and observe him. His struggles soon cease when they do nothing but restrain him, examine him, and his whines peter out into mere whimpering breaths. Fearfully, his eyes flicker around his assailants, the strange zombie nurse things. They're unnerving, creepy and corpse-like, yet they have not deigned to kill him. Why? Why do this then?
He tries to ask them this against the hand holding his neck, but they give no sounds, simply staring at him with whatever eyes mighty lurk under their bandaged heads. Two are by his side, holding his arms onto the chair's arms, and two down by his legs, keeping them still. The one holding his neck is behind him, and the rest of the five stand around the chair, staring him down. He cannot fathom their motivations or desires; all he wants, prays for, is that they spare his life and let him go. But if they will not tell him, then what-
One nurse moves to stand directly in front of him, and his eyes flicker toward her as she bares her arms slightly, apparently requiring his attention. Her feminine frame contrasts her sickly skin and misshapen cast, the white robes and hat oddly amusing upon such a creature, and he cannot help but look at how her chest is stuck out before him. Perhaps her skin is grey and her veins run black, but her breasts are oddly inviting, quite large and pert, assuredly more than a handful.
One part of him whimpers that he ought not be staring at a monster's cleavage. Another part simply figures it might as well meet its end staring at tits. But as he contemplates such conundrum, the nurse seems to guess exactly what he is think for her hands move to her shirt and, with a swift unbuttoning, peels it open to expose her chest.
Norman gives a faint gasp of utter surprise when her breasts flop free of their confines, as large as implied and astonishingly smooth and round, lustrous orbs who's pallid colouring did not detract from their physical lustre. They give a faint jiggle as she idly sways her frame, finishing peeling off the gown to show off her body, and again that kind of amused air radiates from her as they all see how dumbly he stares at her tits.
Finally, the creatures make noise, giving out girlish coos and croons marred with an echoing tint, as feminine as their frames and surprisingly chipper. Their sounds are undeniably sultry, inviting and womanly, and he cannot deny an odd shudder down his spine; no longer fear, but something a bit cruder. He trembles as her lustrous breasts jiggle before him, inviting and lovely, and his terror seems to dwindle a bit in face of them. Is this some kind of sick ritual? Will they suck out of his life? He has no idea whatsoever; all he can do is just stare in awe at those big zombie tits as the nurse gives a low sweet purr.
Then she kneels down before him, her peers watching with what must be intrigue as her hands move to his trousers, idly finding his zip and seeking to undo it. He gasps with surprise, unable to believe what's even happening, and the onlookers give sultry chortles, echoing and amused. He squirms a bit, unsure if he should even go with this, but they hold him down tightly, ensuring he cannot stop the nurse undoing his trousers. With the zip undone and his clothing loosened, she pulls them down without a care, exposing his groin.
His cock lies flaccid before the creature, uncertain and unaroused amidst his uncertainty and fear, but that does not deter the nurse; if anything, she purrs more sweetly on seeing his shaft. Gently, a pallid hand reaches to grasp at his soft sex, and he gives a faint whimper on feeling her cold clammy fingers wrap his dick, tenderly squeezing at it. It makes him whine softly, feeling a startling mixture of stimulation and repulsion, shuddering as the cool touch of her corpse-esque hand. She simply purrs again and works to start stroking his dick up and down.
Slowly but surely, the sensations of touch start to warm his cock up, start the blood flowing within, and Norman can only pant in disbelief as his penis starts to harden amidst her soft squeezes and strokes. The nurses coo in delight as his manhood near doubles in size, thickening profusely at the handiwork of the one stroking him, and she herself croons sweetly to him. No matter how monstrous she may be, how deathly cold her hand is, there is no denying she's got a good hand on her, easily jerking him off to full mast.
The human cannot help but moan softly as she continues to jerk him off, pleasing quite sweetly and forcing aside his unease in favour of enjoyment. The other nurses restraining him or watch spur on their fellow with sultry whines and purrs, and she certainly acts to get him nice and worked up. Her hand keeps on stroking, teasingly rubbing over the tip, making him feel so sensitive and antsy. He trembles in their grip, pants softly as the pleasure starts shifting through his nerves, and he finds himself sinking so easily into her cold hand.
Now with his cock fully erect and hardened, the nurse gives a long croon of enjoyment and proceeds to release his dick. Just as he might lament her absence (much to his own surprise), his eyes widen with utter awe when she hefts herself up slightly, her hands grasping onto her large breasts and bringing them forward to meet his dick. He barely has time to comprehend her intentions before her large tits are on either side of his dick, embracing them in a soft and cold cuddle that sends fervent tingles of pleasure right through his shaft.
Norman gives a long groan as her tits nuzzle around his penis, doughy and malleable, cool and oddly slick in their texture. They feel so odd, yet so pillowy and good, and he whines in his disbelieving enjoyment for her paizuri. The nurses coo as one, enjoying his reactions, and the one aiming to give him a titjob gives an echoing chortle before gently kneading her tits around his shaft, rubbing the firm flesh between their coldness with impressive skill and enthusiasm. Against all odds, the fear of this place is left pushed aside in favour of simple carnal reverence, simply enjoyment for big boobs rubbing over his cock.
Teasingly, she moves her rack up and down the length of his warm meat, the friction of his length serving to help warm her lustrous bosom, the tip of his shaft poking out each time the rack moved down. The increased heat only amplifies the lovely sensations he feels, the pleasure that swims through him, and he groans more loudly as her sweet tits bounce upon his shaft. They smack onto his hips softly with sweet slaps, jiggling this way and that, the dark nipples tipping them erect in her own pleasure, all working together to make him feel so good, so sexually enthralled.
Left overcome by the sweet pleasure of this titfuck, the mob's lustrous purrs echoing all around him, the human can do nothing to resist his baser instincts, his lewder thoughts. Her tits just feel so good on his dick, titfucking him so smoothly, and he cannot help but whine for more. He wants those tits to keep bouncing, keep going, and they do indeed, warmer and warmer still with each rub. She works fast, clearly aiming for results, and he's as helpless to resist her efforts as he was helpless to resist them in general.
With a sudden sharp cry, Norman finds an orgasm drawn him out of him faster than he could have ever thought, tremoring wildly in the grasps of the nurses as his dick pokes out amidst the large tits around it and unleashes a spurt of cum. The hot thick fluids shoot up and then fall down, splattering onto the purring nurse's breast in a lustrous shower of satisfaction. Her cohorts giggle with delight as the human cums upon her breasts, caking the clammy skin with viscous white, and she gives a long moan of happiness, revelling in such virile heat upon her.
The human is left panting and whimpering softly in the aftermath of his orgasm, stunned he could ever cum so quickly, all while the giggles and coos of the monsters ring around him. As he recuperates, the titfucking nurse withdraws, purring softly as she rubs her hands over the coating of cum, relishing in the warm seed and even going so far as to start rubbing it onto her face, depraved in her lust for it. Another nurse moves in from behind, grasping at her breasts as well, and the two withdraw to purr and coo for their breastplay.
As they do so, Norman can only stare in utter disbelief as the monsters revel in his seed, so utterly adoring of it. The arousal still burns within his shaft, spurred on by her lovely display, and he cannot imagine ever being scared of them. Perhaps the lewd acts have overcome his terror, his unease, for he's not really thinking straight with those big tits had bounced upon his shaft, how she had been so happy to have his seed upon her. They seemed so happy to have cum, to play with his cock, and he wonders just what kind of monster they are.
But then his limbs are released, his neck is let go, and he gasps in shock when he is allowed some kind of freedom. He squirms a little, unsure of what to do, but he is promptly left staring in awe when the other nurses begin to disrobe as well, bringing forth their voluptuous pallid bodies, pale and grotesque yet utterly gorgeous, curvy and busty indeed. He can only gaze in utter awe, left overwhelmed by so many monstrous females bearing themselves before them. Fear already slips away, replaced by the siren call of their echoing coos and croons.
One moves in from the side, and he gasps as the cool flesh of her breasts bumps against his face. Her skin is clammy, corpse-like, yet invitingly softly, and he tentatively dares to lick at her tits. The taste bears that rancid aura of the hospital itself, yet has a sweeter edge to it that coerces further licks; it's repulsive yet intoxicating. Hypnotised by the odd taste, the gorgeous bust, he leans forward to put his lips around a hard nipple, suckling upon her as the nurse coos in delight.
Two more make their moves, gasping onto his arms and directing his hands to their groins, and he groans into the sweet tit as his fingers are brushed against slick vaginas. They're already dribbling, cold and smooth, and he instinctively arches his fingers around to probe them into the rims of the two. They moan in delight, all so ecstatic that he is submitting, and relish the actions of his fingers and mouth whilst the other nurses occupy themselves with fingering and fondling each other in turn.
But ah, one has her sights set on his cock, still hard from the titfuck, and she turns her back to him as she shuffles over to bring forth her rear and align it with his shaft. Enthralled by sucking tit and fingering some cooches, Norman doesn't even notice the nurse poising her own pussy before the head of his shaft until he gives a squeak of shock at cold flesh nuzzling against the head of his shaft. His eyes flicker to see what it is, and he is stunned to find the plush pale rear of the creature advancing onto his shaft, the slickness of her snatch wet over the tip and all but goading it to come in.
A moment's hesitation, a final bit of rational unease wondering if he should honestly stick his cock into some zombie nurse, before his baser lust takes over and he thrusts up into her cunt. The nurse gives a low groan of delight as his shaft pierces into her cold cavern, slick and inviting despite the coolness, and Norman himself moans heavily for her, gasping into the bosom before him as his dick slides deeper and deeper into the cold abyss.
With a moan of relish, the nurse swiftly acts to shift her cunt up and down the length of his cock, complementing the more tender pleasures of her cohorts as the human's shaft filled her nicely. She bounces upon him, slapping her bubbly ass against his hips with each drop, and her moans echo through the room as the other nurses coo and croon. The others using the male, the two with his fingers in their coochs and the one letting him suck on her tits, are equally loud, equally engaged with their pleasure, and the monstrous creatures are utterly delighted to have such an eager toy.
Norman himself is overcome by such ecstasy, lost to sweet pleasure as the slick snatch shifts up and down his length, warming up via friction and becoming so much more inviting. He relishes the cool pleasure around him, overwhelming the corpse-like aspects of the creatures as he fingers cool cunts and sucks on pallid breasts, indulging them without restraint. His hips shudder into the sweet sex of the one fucking him, bumping into her soft ass, and he groans more loudly as she works to get him to cum.
Ooh, how she wants him to cum. The first one to have made him orgasm, have his seed spewing onto her, still has globules of his seed upon her, and she spreads the to the others, wiping his seed upon their bandaged faces and exposed bodies. Thusly, they are further enthralled and enticed by having hot cum to enjoy, and the nurse riding him is so eager to feel it inside, to heat her deathly innards with the virility of their plaything. She wants him to um, and she will make him cum.
Her movements intensify, speeding up and taking him into her faster and faster, and he moans more heavily into the breasts he sucks, fingers haphazardly prodding into the cunts upon them. The nurses giggle and purr, sensing his oncoming apex of euphoria, sensing his utter devolving into but a lustful beast, and they goad him on with their luscious bodies, their eager coos. Their very sinful temptations boils within Norman as potently as the onslaught of cum he's building, and he will not resist.
With a cry that is muffled by tits, hands jerking wildly around the cold snatches they finger, he thrusts forward wildly into the vagina upon him and unleashes his second load inside of it. The creature riding him gives an ecstatic squeal of happiness as his hot seed pours into her, filling her canal with his warmth, enthralling her to his viscous load! Spunk shoots into her in fierce threads, panting her pallid inner walls white, and her cohorts laugh in delight for her, so happy to have the male cumming again.
The human keeps on pumping cum into the nurse for a moment, simply overhwlemed by the boiling ecstasy within him as he fills her up. He can't even believe he could cum again so soon, so fiercely, but it would seem these monster girls had some supernatural ability to keep him active and enduring, ensuring he could use them again and again. The thought seduces him, intoxicates him, and he licks at the tits before him with greater adoration, fingering the soaking snatches of the other two with greater fervour.
When he finally peters out, when the nurse has her last globules of spunk slid into her, she gives a low purr of contentment and pulls herself off of him, relishing how his hot seed began dribbling from her down her clammy thighs. Her cohorts give purrs of approval, loving how cum dripped from her, loving how the human's shaft was still hard. They had so much more fun in mind for him, and that fun they would have indeed.
Norman gives a gasp when hands are upon him, once more manhandling him and pulling him from the other nurses, and he is left bare and exposed when they rip away the rest of his clothes. But no longer does he feel fear or concern; as he joins the monstrous nurses in nudity, he feels only wonder and lust, enthralled to their deathly voluptuous bodies and overcome by the primal instincts flickering within him and keeping his cock strong.
They want him to fuck them. They desire his cock, his cum. They crave it. And he will give all he has to them.
They lay him down on the floor, his penis held upright like a mast, and he is blessed with a nurse promptly sitting upon his face, giving him her cold cunt to feast upon him. As he greedily licks at her womanhood, another nurse settles herself upon his lap, cooing with delight as she lowers herself onto his shaft. His dick, so slick and eager from previous debauchery, easily slides into her, and she gives a moan of happiness as she and the other nurse reach forward to fondle each other.
The other nurses gather around, touching each other, fingering each other, moaning with delight as they all eagerly anticipate their turn with the human, all of them craving his cock inside of them. They desire it so deeply, are intoxicated with their crude fantasies, and they pleasure one another as the two using the groaning human shift atop him, one grinding her cunt against his face as the other bounces upon his shaft. They would all have their fun, and the human would forever be their willing servant, destined to forever satisfy them in the darkness.
Norman is lost in utter nirvana, perfectly accepting of his fate as the lust takes full control. He cares only for more pleasure, more lustrous cold women to enjoy, and he eats out the nurse upon him with much gusto as he fucks her cohort. Their cold snatches only warm up at his eager pleasuring of them, and their moans ring through his head like a siren's song. Yes, if this was his fate, he would happily accept, happily accept having as much sex with these creatures as he could.
Yes, as much as he could. Lost in the darkness, lost in Silent Hill, he would forever serve the nurses, serve all of their most carnal desires. One by one, again and again, he fucks the insatiable monsters, gives them the fierce fucking they crave, gives them the hot semen they love so much. The nurses revel in his eagerness, his enthusiasm, keep him strong with their dark powers, and they submit to him as potently as he submits to them.
Never ending, never stopping, Norman remained in that foul hospital. He fucked the nurses in their cunts, warming their wombs with semen, and he fucked them in their asses, splitting their rears with his shaft and heating them inside with cum. Their breasts would be used, sucked on or thrust between, and he moaned with happiness as he spewed spunk upon the eager females, the creatures utterly desperate for his cum, always desiring more.
Lost in the darkness, never ending, the harem of creatures serve his cock, and the lone human serves the insatiable spectres. Such is Silent Hill.