Proxy Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Watching from the Shadows Zoe's POV What's your dirtiest secret? I don't mean the usual 'I once crushed on my stepdad' or 'I have dirty thoughts about my teacher.' I mean an actual secret. Something so messy, you know you're fucked if it comes out. Well, while you think, let me tell you about mine. I'm Zoe Croft, twenty, single, not a virgin, and my dirty secret is that I masturbate to my stepbrother, Leo Hooke. Not the usual 'he makes my pussy clench and I pleasure myself' shit.

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

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The men were commenting and occasionally chuckling lewdly at the images. I was surprised and pulled on Aaron’s arm. "What’s going on here, Aaron?" He greeted the men, seemingly familiar with them, before explaining the setup to me. As I listened, my eyes widened in realization. No wonder Aaron had taken a liking to camping here—the real reason lay right before us. Each woman's video had a number in the corner, which corresponded to a tent outside. For a fee of three thousand bucks, you could book a tent, and the woman from the video would be waiting inside for you.

I’m sprawled naked on my childhood bed, sheets kicked to the floor, phone propped on a Mountain Dew can while I scroll the private F******k group somebody made called “Kaylee Breeding Weekend, UNCENSORED.” Four thousand members now. Riverbend’s population just doubled overnight. I’m halfway through a video of Big Lisa power-driving me with that black strap-on when the front door slams so hard the walls shake.

White cream oozed out slow, running down to her ass. Chrissy lay there wrecked, breathing heavy, eyes glassy. “That was insane… I feel so full and empty at the same time.” I stroked her hair. “You did good tonight.” But when I looked at the laptop the numbers were crazy. Over eighty thousand watching. Tips for the night passed six thousand dollars. A new message from the Super Tipper appeared, cold and clear: “Tomorrow we do a six-hour marathon. Strangers will rotate in. No breaks. Get her body ready. She belongs to the stream now.”

Layla The bell hasn’t rung yet. I know because I’ve been counting. Timing my exits between periods with the precision of someone who has something to avoid. Third period ends, I wait four minutes, the hallway clears, I move fast and I don’t look up and I get to fourth period before anyone else and I sit at the back and I breathe. Four days of this. Four days of waking up before the house stirs and going to bed after his light goes off and finding seventeen different reasons to be somewhere he isn’t. Four days of dinner plates and careful small talk and passing the salt without making eye contact and telling myself it’s fine, I just need time, I just need to think. I just need to figure out

I said and I heard him hissed before disconnecting the call. Why is my business crashing like this, there's a container that ought to have landed since the day before yesterday I don't even hear anything from those that are supposed to bring it. And I've spent almost all the money in my account to Tiara, just because of interaction, the intercourse that I've never for once enjoyed it, every time we had intercourse, I always felt powerless because I always felt like she was draining my power.