As they made their way to the back alley to load up their gear, Stacy, the guitarist, spotted something unusual. A teenage boy was crawling on the ground, clutching his leg and wincing in pain.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Stacy said with a laugh. "A little lost boy?"
Marcus, the drummer, smirked as she approached the boy. "Looks like we found ourselves some prey, ladies."
Tina, the bassist, couldn't help but stare at the boy's small, vulnerable frame. She felt a surge of excitement at the thought of taking care of him, of making him their own.
Jade, the lead singer, approached the boy and looked down at him with a mixture of concern and amusement. "You look like you could use some help, sweetheart," she said.
The boy looked up at Jade with fear in his eyes. "I-I don't need any help," he stuttered. "I can do it myself."
Jade laughed. "Oh, I bet you can. But why bother when you have five strong women here to do it for you?"
Before the boy could protest, the women of Goregasm had lifted him up and were carrying him to their van. They giggled and made playful insults about his size and youth, but the boy could tell they were just teasing. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. He was outnumbered and outmatched.
Once they reached the van, Stacy suggested they take the boy back to their place for some "fun." The women exchanged excited glances and agreed.
As they drove away, the boy could feel a mix of fear and arousal at the situation. He had never been around women like this before, women who were so strong and controlling. He had always been the one in charge, the one calling the shots. But now, he was the prey.
Jade turned to the boy and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you. But first, we need to make sure that leg is taken care of."
The women tended to the boy's leg, making sure he was comfortable and cared for. He couldn't believe the situation he was in, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards these strong, controlling women.
As the night went on, the boy realized that this "prey" situation might not be so bad after all.
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