Deathbound

The party threw their collective bags into a dusty corner of their hotel room in the blistering hot town of Scaraba. Poo was the first to wipe the river of sweat flowing from his forehead, still not quite adjusted to the heat after his life in Dalaam. The other teenagers followed suit, first Ness using his red hat to soak up his, then Jeff with a uniform sleeve, and finally Paula with the edge of her skirt. She knew full well the panty flash she was giving the boys, but the heat clouded her thinking too severely. She let out a sigh as she fixed her dress back the way it was and found at least Ness and Jeff ready for another night of frenzied passion in a too early desert afternoon.

Ness and Jeff didn't waste any time in making their intentions plainly known to Paula, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping their blue and green shorts respectively to reveal their tightening briefs. Paula simply smiled at the sight, so used to finding her fellow thirteen-year-old friends always ready for sex at the slightest provocation. Poo edged away from the trio, his culture shock turning from curiosity to uncomfortable tension, toward one of the beds in the room. Jeff looked over his shoulder to find the bald teen reeling away and decided it wouldn't be beneficial to not work as one so early in their journey. Silently, Ness approached Paula and Jeff moved to Poo, both aggressors letting their eagerness shine in their eyes as they moved.

Poo's training couldn't kick in fast enough to keep his nervous legs steady as Jeff shoved him onto the plain off-white bed behind him. Ness wasn't willing to wait either, as he took the blonde girl by the arms and quickly threw her to join the new member of the party on the rough bed. As the bald teen's head hit the pillow, Paula found herself almost beside him. She laughed dangerously close to manically as she impacted the mattress with a thud, her white panties already beginning to soak with more than just sweat. The teens gasped; one in pleasant surprise and the other in terror, as Ness and Jeff pinned Paula and Poo's arms to their sides with force.

Ness was the first to move into a full kiss with Paula before Jeff could do the same to Poo, quickly letting his tongue free to taste the sweat that covered the girl's lip and the stress of battle on her tongue. Poo was far less willing to open his anxieties for Jeff's tongue to soothe, much to the younger boy's dismay. Jeff could still feel the knots Poo's muscles were tied in as he ground his smaller undeveloped chest against the large toned one underneath. Ness continued to progress faster than his friend did, almost tearing off his and Paula's underwear to reveal both their genitals just barely pubescent and ready for sex. Jeff had more trouble getting his briefs off with one hand holding down Poo and further difficulty trying to pull the white fabric off and over Poo's seventeen-year-old almost manhood. Despite the trouble, Jeff found the bald teen inside his intestines as Ness found his own way into Paula's vagina.

Ness' voice cracked between high and low pitch as he felt the girl beneath him tighten around his shaft. Jeff suppressed a yell with grit teeth as he stretched himself far more than he was used to with Poo's first of many penetrations. Jeff came first before the other three were even close to done, the only cock not yet affected by puberty letting its small tense load loose from a three inch shaft just from the excitement of feeling someone easily twice Ness' size inside him. Ness followed, the desert heat heightening his urgency to cum inside the vice grip Paula called a pussy. Paula was up next with her orgasm, further soaking herself and the bed in more of her own fluids. Finally, Poo couldn't hold his princely composure any longer against Jeff's slow bobbing up on down his seven inches and released himself deep within a boy he had just met hours before.

A quartet of gasps were left lingering in the plain room as the exhausted but refreshed teens left the hotel, ready again for combat. The group silently resumed their fated quest, moving south from Scaraba into the vast midday desert sands.

It was the worst decision they made since first letting their hormones out.

The hot sands were far harsher than the scorching pavement and cool caves they had been used to. In less than a mile out, everyone wished they hadn't left the hotel when they did. Ness found that he was just as wiped and not nearly as horny as he did when he first arrived in the desert town. Jeff couldn't rack his brain to invent a solution to the heat fast enough from the broken machinery he lugged along. Paula couldn't focus her thoughts on any of her natural psychic powers. Poo's training and stoic nature worked against the sensible course of asking for help in this dire strait. While the teens struggled just to keep the sand from their eyes and socks, a high-class UFO trailed secretly behind looking for the right moment.

Ness didn't even feel the burn as a laser melted through the back of his skull, vaporized half his mind, and boiled his eye out of its socket to exit out the other end in a clean shot.

Jeff could only turn around before the second beam fired from the UFO hit just underneath his upper jaw. Shocked to unconsciousness, the blond didn't try to stop the unhindered lashing of his tongue as a surge of blood spewed from the open wound nor catch himself as he fell face first into the burning yellow sands.

Paula let out a scream as she saw Jeff begin to die. She looked to the red UFO in panic to see it let out another shot of concentrated light. The teenage girl felt herself rise from the ground in slow motion as the laser destroyed her heart in a fraction of a second.

All of Poo's training was useless as a desperate reaction of flying fists and feet missed their target. His twisting and turning only let the fourth shot run through both his lungs, blooding the bald teens' last gasp for air.

The UFO flew away as fast and as quietly as it came and looked for another set of victims as it had been for weeks now. Three-fourths of the teens were dead and Jeff was a quarter of the way there.

Hours passed, nightfall turned the desert a midnight blue, and no one came for the bodies of the group destined to save the world.

Fate did not like being called a faulty mistress and Ness was the first to rise again. The dead teen shuddered as his quivering hand moved around his new blind side, the fingertips felt around the hole of flesh that had been the right side of his face. Paula got up and began to weep in pain, burying herself in her arms and legs as bits of tissue fell loose from the hole where her heart had been. Poo rose slowly on hands and knees as he struggled to breathe, not yet aware the futility of him without lungs to power it. Jeff was on his feet with a garble and gargle of blood erupting from his throat, trying to ask what was going on.

All four felt a crippling stress upon them and quickly retreated to the tried and true method of sating it.

Paula looked to Poo to check on how he was doing and found a heart beating in love for her alone. Ness looked to Jeff in concern and found a sagging red tongue begging to feel naked flesh. Still not quite believing in death, they shambled towards one another in a crude stereotype and were more than ready to let the sudden tension in them out through badly needed sex.

Ness reached Jeff first, since having a heart that acts like it is pumping gave him an advantage over Paula. The teen nearly ripped his striped shirt off to keep it out of the way of Jeff's lolling tongue and relished the feeling of copious blood mixed with saliva on his developing abdomen, and erect nipples. Ness' remaining eyelid was caught in a half closed look of lust as he felt his shorts tighten with rigormortis. One gnarled hand pulled his shorts and briefs down while the other pressed down on what remained of Jeff's skull, putting all his leftover might into feeling his friends tongue on his perpetually almost fully pubescent cock one more time. Ness moaned in delight and tilted his head back once the wet appendage sloppily grazed his five inches while his surviving chunk of brain fell through the fresh laser hole and hit the dark sand with a splat.

Paula couldn't decide what she wanted her hands around more, the new member's open heart or concealed cock. Poo tried to shamble away again, still not used to his new way and lack of life. The tension of death didn't help him escape any better and he soon fell into the nighttime black sands with his back taking most of the impact's force. Paula willingly followed him to the ground with a toothy grin of victory plastered on her face. As she landed on Poo with a wet thump, she made her decision and used her right hand to hold the bald teen's beating heart and keep herself up while the left groped eagerly under Poo's GI for the large cock that seemed to pleasure Jeff so much. Poo tried to stifle back a horrified scream as he watched Paula's hand get messy with his blood and felt his privates get roughly molested. As Paula finally wriggled out her prize and pressed it to the cotton of her underwear, Poo let out a gurgle of a moan with the sandy air flowing into the remnants of his respiratory system. Paula, simply frustrated with the formalities, simply pushed her genitals onto Poo's until the fabric between them tore open and let them finally meet. She managed a passionate moan of Poo's name with one lung as she felt inch after inch of the bald teen enter her and fill her vagina more than Ness and Jeff ever could. With pulls and pushes on Poo's heart, Paula impaled herself again and again on the organ she forced in.

In a pile of worn away tissue and dried old blood, four skeletons in tattered clothes moved in a frenzy of clattering bones crudely mimicking every act of sex they preformed in life. Jeff's pelvic bone scraped against the back Poo's larger pelvic bone and the younger skeleton hated the idea that there was nothing left to penetrate. Paula's empty skull dragged itself long Ness', trying to get the teen's scent and moving its way down to the cavity where his abdomen used to be. Ness furiously masturbated the hot air in front of his crotch, swearing he felt something for a second. Poo stuffed his own finger bones between his jaws, trying to stop the screams he wanted to yell.

The stress still wouldn't leave them.