Darlene lay there quietly for a few more minutes, listening intently for any noise at all. She could detect the hum of the transformers on the utility poles, but other than that it was quiet. She rolled to her side to see if there was any sign of the rats. Oddly enough the rats had disappeared just as fast as they came. It was then that she noticed a dimly lit, open doorway at the far end of the building in front of her. The building itself appeared to be a rather large warehouse complex. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could make out several closed bay doors and crumbling loading docks.
She looked off into the direction the rats had scampered off to, and she thought to herself that it might be the safest direction to head in. She could make out a narrow passageway between the warehouse and a smaller building that probably was a garage of some type. She weighed the possibilities in her mind. The dimly lit door looked so safe and inviting, especially to a woman who had been stripped down to her underwear by starving rats. But that was also in the same direction the gangbangers had gone. Yet the narrow passage betwen the two buildings was dark. It was hard to tell who or what might be back there waiting for her.
There was also a third possibility Darlene thought about for a while. That would be climb back over the large pile of garbage, and head back to the car where she at least had a change of clothes. It was at that moment Darlene also realized her clutch purse went missing in all the action. "Oh great!" she thought to herself. Her keys, driver's license, money, and credit cards were all in there. If she lost it in the trash pile, she'd never find it. She thought hard about it. She was almost sure she had it with her when she tumbled down the side of the garbage pile. Could the rats have taken it?
There was definitely something odd about the rats that didn't seem to register at all to Darlene. Sure they feasted on her dirty, smelly clothes until every shred of cloth was gone, but they left her underwear alone, almost like they had been trained to do such a thing. The big rat had stopped briefly until she looked it in the eyes, then it left, seemingly satisfied to see that Darlene was all right.
Darlene carefully and quietly climbed up the side of the garbage pile. She peeked out over top of it. Nothing moved, and all seemed calm and quiet. She looked around the trash pile in what light was available, but could see no sign of her missing purse. It was then she heard a squeak in back of her at the bottom of the pile. She turned to look, and there stood a rat with her purse in its mouth. She slid back down the pile, intent on getting her purse back from the rat. as soon as she reached the bottom, the rat took off through the narrow passage between the two buildings.
Darlene sat on the ground and thought about what she should do, while a pair of keen eye watched her intently. The watcher grew more excited as they looked upon her, clad only in her underwear and heels. Breathlessly the watcher's hand trailed down to its hot, needy crotch. As the watcher's hand played, the rat carrying Darlene's purse entered the room and squeaked happily beside its master. "Good job, Teragon" the watcher said in a low, sultry voice. "You've all done quite well. Soon she will be ours to do with as we please. There are so many things I wish to do to her." The watcher gasped in orgasm.
Darlene came to a decision. She would...
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