/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Can we please post any horny things at all about Grimmi this thread please, do post them, only horny things, be horny! GRIM!

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Grimmi-sama...

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>my caretakers regularly bring me food. in the morning before I am awake a tray is placed by my bedside with tea, oatmeal in a bowl, and a bag labelled "meal ready to eat" (and with a long expired expiration date).
>I've tried laying awake to see who brings it, I suspect it is whoever the other voice in the room belongs to, but I have been unable to stay awake during the night and without fail the tray arrives before I open my eyes
>I eat the MRE pouch at noon, or close enough to what could be noon when the lamp outside my window is brightest, then wait for evening when the young woman opens my door
>I've noticed that the food she brings on the tray tastes and looks much the same as what comes in the expired MRE bags, but supper is my favorite meal because that is when I get to see a human face, which sometimes answers my many questions
>what is this place?
>who are you?
>why can't I leave?
>she doesn't answer every question, and never seems to give a straight answer. from what I've gathered so far this is her family home, she is a "doctor of sorts", and I will be allowed to leave "when I have healed".
>my leg has healed though, despite the fact that she isn't like any doctor I've ever met, but when I point this out she looks at a spot a bit above my head and coughs
>soon. you haven't, fully, healed yet
>I suspect that my evening meals have been drugged, I cannot stay up more than an hour past mealtime. so I devise a plan.
>I do not have my saddlebags or coat, but I do have my boots at the foot of the bed. other than that the room is mostly empty, apart from an endtable and a vase - missing any flowers - beside my bed
>I undo one of my bootlaces and slip one end under the vase, then carefully hide the string along the end of the bed so that I can reach it from my pillow where she insists I sit when I eat my meals in bed
>like clockwork the door opens after the light outside has dimmed to about half-brightness, and my "caretaker" appears in the door frame holding a tray of hot mush
>she unfolds the legs on the tray and places it above my lap.
>time to eat! she looks at me expectedly. her eyes almost look... greedy. I'm anxious to escape this place, my captor must have some kind of "nurse" complex and intends to keep me here forever!
>when can I leave?
>I ask this whenever she brings supper, and I always get the same answer
>when you've healed
>this time when she says the word "healed" her expression becomes sly and it looks like she's holding back a smile
>when she looks away at the window I can see the corner of her mouth moving upwards in a grin of anticipation
>I yank the bootlace, quickly pulling the whole string into my hand
>the vase crashes to the floor
>That fucking ghost again! she shouts angrily, then bends over to pick up the pieces.
>now's my chance! I quickly slip the contents of the tray into one of my boots beside my bed.
>tonight I'm staying awake and making my escape, I'll surprise whoever brings the tray in the morning since they must expect me to be drugged and fast asleep.
>my you ate that quickly!
>yes, I was, erm, very hungry tonight
>she grins, unable to keep a mischievous look from her eyes
>good. the "healing" must be working well! see you... tomorrow. she smiles and leaves the room with the remains of the vase, shutting the door with a loud "click" of a heavy lock being slid into place
>I lie and wait. this time it is easy to stay awake.
>a little more than an hour passes and I hear someone undoing the lock
>click
>oh no. I'm filled with dread. what have they been doing to me after I am drugged?
>I shudder. this cannot be good
>I pretend to lie asleep. carefully opening one eye a hair's width I see the shadow of my caretaker walking towards me
>time for your, "healing" ritual, hehe
>I feel more than a little disturbed as she lifts the sheets and undo's my pants. I'm ashamed to admit that I also felt a little turned on. my "caretaker" has an attractive face and figure despite her modest clothing
>I wonder how long I'm going to be able to keep this up when she sighs disappointingly
>do I need to up the dosage? it's barely hard...
>as I realize what she's saying my parts leap to attention
>she's quite attractive, shame that I'm not about to let this continue however. the rest of me also stands up
>I lunge for her head to put her in a chokehold, but she's unnaturally strong.
>now look what you've done! ugh. I hate hiding the bodies. her grip is too tight, I'm running out of air. as I breath my last gasp
>BANG
>suddenly the space where her head was is empty. blood drips down from her neck, the business of a shotgun waves upwards. instead of falling towards me however the girl vanishes as if she was never there.
>I look to my right, there is my captor - the yellow eyed girl, with a quite different expression on her face
>she shifts the shotgun under her arm
>and who, are you?