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Introduction:

Teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their schooI. 'choose your own adventure'.

Long chapter. Greedy choice. Primal. Choice driven by wanting as many as possible. Includes many unnamed girls from past games and at least one new one -- Cailyn Hughes. Game includes a maze, paintball, laser tag, and more, all throughout the hallways. READ DISCLAIMERS

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How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)

Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)

Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)

Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What's the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)

Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)

Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies)

Then choose your ending.



Link to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in my profile.



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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-NC, Violence, Maledom, Sadism, Torture

-Lots of Gross Smells/Tastes, Bodily Fluids, Sweat, Armpits

-Whipping, Beating, Injuries, Weapons

-Electrocution

-Bit of Piss and Blood

-Anal

-Bondage, Ropes, Chains, Stuck-in-wall

-Unconscious

-Forced insertions



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The Hall Minotaur - Part 1

Savage instinct has always simmered in the background of my subconscious, unnoticed and unacted upon. Buried beneath a subservience born from years of being told “do this” and “don't do that”. That suppressed instinct has prowled in the deep of my mind, waiting for its chance to pounce. To ravage. To breathe in the women around me. Taste of their bodies. Drink their sweetness. Innocence, resistance, even consent means nothing to that beast lurking inside. And in this place, that beast is allowed to roam free. Allowed to be itself.

Even though I don’t remember a lot of what’s happened on the island -- the drugs they give us in the food making each morning a fuzzy-brained fresh start -- my winnings displayed in the menu on my TV tell me plenty. I’ve clearly been here quite a while, racking up a staggering amount of money from completed games. And we’re nearing the end, I can tell, though I don’t know what that means exactly. Some girls have done their 10 games now, their thumbnail profile pictures in the menu grayed out, with the word ‘Released’ over their faces. And part of me hopes that’s true, hopes whoever's in charge actually keeps their word and takes them home safely, gives them money to help make up for all this hell they’ve been put through. But part of me feels disappointed I can’t still pick them for games, as selfish as that is.

My extended time on this island has changed me, unleashed a monster inside. I crave these women. I see them as my playthings. So many of them are approaching the end of their 10 games, but instead of being relieved for them, I’m almost dreading their departure. On one hand, it’s my responsibility to get us all safely through these games so we can go home. But on the other, it’s almost like they’re being released from me, not from this heinous torture island. Like they’re mine, and they’re getting away.

And if I don’t follow through with the sick games the island puts us in, I’m sure some other male will just take my place anyway. And for what? I get to keep my soul ? Keep my conscience clean? How much is that really worth? Especially when they pay me to do all this. Should I try to get us off the island, try to uncover the secrets lurking behind the walls of this replica schooI? Is there really any deeper meaning to any of it anyway?

From the comfort of my personal hotel-like bedroom in the building next to the replica schooI, my fingers flick lazily on the remote, switching from browsing the menus to flipping through the schooI cameras as if they were TV channels.

I watch all the girls in their morning routines as they transform into perfect princesses. A thin blonde slipping into her underwear. A teacher toweling off after her shower. A few more teens huddled together at the mirrors doing their makeup. I lick my lips, zooming in, switching angles, deciding who to pick today.

Suddenly I watch a girl shriek in pain, getting zapped by her collar for slacking off and not doing her hair exactly like the references from real life. The Announcer’s unnervingly calm voice comes from a PA speaker up in the corner of the ceiling above the girl. The robotic voice cheerfully berates the teen, showing old social media pictures on a nearby TV screen to remind the girl what she’s supposed to look like. I feel my groin stiffen from the scene, from how insanely wrong this whole place is. If a girl neglects her appearance, fails to look her best, she might not appeal to me, so she might not get picked. And they can’t have that, now can they? It’s as if everything is set up to optimize my enjoyment.

* * *

“Attention females. Attention females.” That fun little 8-bit arcade game intro jingle accompanied by the Announcer’s soothing voice sends a shiver down my spine. Here we go.

“Please line up along the center of the gymnasium. A game will begin shortly.” A buzz of nervous murmuring ripples across the room as all the women do as they’re told, standing shoulder to shoulder facing my camera.

Which brings me back to the issue at hand. I can’t seem to pick just one. But maybe I don’t need to. Nearly every single woman’s thumbnail has a little alternative plus-sign button above their picture I can press. I think I remember what this means! Boop. I press one, and my TV makes a pleasant game sound and reads ‘Female seIected for cooperative mode. Please seIect another female.’ I chuckle greedily, and my finger begins zooming across the buttons on my remote. I choose more and more of the women, highlighting them on the video-game-like interface. And it lets me keep adding more of them for some reason. Soon I’m adding virtually all the females remaining in the game. There must be a game attached to this, a game that requires a large amount! So I keep going, seIecting dozens of profile pictures of women. Yearbook photos, smiling faces, reminders that these were real people from my real life, now reduced to items in a menu to be chosen for our next disgusting sex game. None of their names seem to mean anything to me anymore. Soon they’ll be just a number. Their bios are just words that go unread. ‘Mother of two…’ blah blah. ‘Member of debate club…’ whatever. As many as it lets me, they all get added, like cattle getting rounded up.

The Announcer begins declaring those chosen for the upcoming game, and I watch the devastated expression of the first girl announced spread to another girl, then another, and another. I find myself grinning ear to ear watching their reactions as the Announcer just keeps on commanding more and more girls to step forward from the line. The women chatter anxiously, some hugging each other in fear, some squawking in confusion or protest. One by one, each name is called out, and girl after girl is brought forward.

* * *

The hallway ahead is almost pitch black. I was told not to bring my remote for this game, and I step forward into the silent dark without any idea of what to expect. Farther down the hall, I see a TV screen crackle to life. The flickering light only partially illuminates the dark hallway, the interface of the SchooI of Lust title screen creating glowing flashes of color across the walls, ceiling, and floor ahead.

Along with the light comes a barrage of glitchy sounds and music from the PA speakers throughout the schooI all around me, like an action arcade game is starting up and I’m the central character about to blast my way through waves of enemies.

“The rules of this game are as follows.” The Announcer’s voice coupled with the music, sounds, and glowing lights gives me fucking goosebumps. And her voice echoes from other speakers, expanding far down the hallways in all directions. This game won’t just take place in a single room this time -- the halls of the entire schooI are part of this! And wherever the girls are right now, they’re likely hearing the same instructions.

“The hallways of the schooI have been made into a maze,” the Announcer continues, while the TV screen down the hall shows pixel art and animations illustrating what she’s saying. “Walls have been installed throughout the schooI to create the boundaries. These walls will shift and move periodically to ensure the game continues to progress.”

Damn she’s right! Sure enough, when I reach out and touch the closest wall on my left, it’s a smooth plastic material instead of the brick, drywall, or lockers that normally would line the hallway here. And the hall beyond the TV ahead seems to end short, narrowing and branching off into multiple right angles and dark openings.

And that’s when I see it. The TV down the hall is wobbling slightly. I squint, my eyes adjusting to the flashing lights against the darkness. The colorful glow reveals the naked female body the TV is sitting on! It’s a girl standing there! The TV placed over her entire head like a bizarre mascot head! Not a modern flat-screen but an old bulky retro tube TV, custom made to fit over the teen girl’s head, the power cord like a leash connected to an outlet along a nearby wall, tethering her to this stretch of the hallway. I’m betting the TV can’t be removed and the cord can’t be unplugged. The unknown schooIgirl sways in place from the weight, her hands holding the underside of the heavy TV to help the strain on her little neck. The shifting lights and colors from the screen paint across her bare flesh, creating oscillating moments of exposure. Dark nipples on perky breasts, fair smooth skin, a lithe and girly figure. Holy shit.

The Announcer proceeds, “Chosen females will be released at random into the maze one at a time. Females must remain blindfolded at all times, making their way through the maze and avoiding the male to win.”

Seeing words displayed to me on the screen, I step forward for a closer look. I test my boundaries, and nothing stops me from reaching out to touch the TV-head girl. She flinches, a muffled squeak coming from within. I step around, admiring from all angles the spectacle they’ve made of this poor girl. I slide my fingers down the small of her back, feeling her soft skin. She goes to step away from me, but I simply grab her arm and hold her in place. Too afraid to resist me, she stands there trembling while my hands violate her, caressing a shoulder, cupping an ass cheek.

The Announcer again, “The male must hunt the females down and attempt to perform vaginal intercourse on them. Any female penetrated is eliminated.”

Far down the hall beyond this girl, I notice a glow of light flicker from where the maze walls turn. It’s the same sort of wobbling light this girl makes. Another TV-head? They must be spaced out around the maze, acting as my information screens for this game as well as occasional sources of light. I wonder if these girls are being punished for failing past games or something.

My eyes returning to the girl before me, I notice black markings on her pale skin. The backs of her hands are… tattooed? They look pretty new. Did she get these in a game here on the island? Christ. And there’s a number ‘14’ written both on her upper back and upper chest above her tits. These seem to be sharpie though. It’s almost like a jersey number. Probably her ‘name’ during this game.

The Announcer continues, “The male must first find certain… objects that have been placed throughout the maze. If needed, the male can find instructions for the use of these objects displayed on the TV screens during the game. Once an object is used on a female, the male must attempt to eliminate that female through intercourse. Meanwhile, keys have been placed within special… receptacles along the walls around the maze. Female participants must find these keys and use them to unlock doors hidden along certain walls. Progressing through unlocked doors will allow females to distance themselves from the male by expanding the maze into more of the schooI’s hallways, and eventually a final escape door can be found. The first female to pass through this final door before being eliminated wins the game and will be rewarded. Keys can be used multiple times, and all keys fit all keyholes.”

I step around the front of the TV-headed girl before me again, the harsh light of her screen right in my face. I gaze at the colorful interface, continuing to listen to the Announcer’s instructions echoing around me while my hands absentmindedly grope up and down the girl’s shivering body. My fingers go down between her legs, finding the fuzzy hair and delicate folds of her pussy.

Onscreen instructions go into much more detail, telling me the secret rules the girls don’t get to hear out loud. It says weapons are placed around the maze for me to find! Basically I have to get to a weapon, use it on a girl, and then have sex with her! Fucking hell, this is crazy!

My finger plunges up inside the teen’s cunt as I continue reading, my other hand holding her steady despite her pained struggling. She doesn’t dare to put up much of a fight against the casual molestation, only light resistance and squirming. I slap her hands away from shielding her privates from me, slowly getting rougher with her as I focus on the rules. My fingers go to my mouth to taste her juices.

It says if I touch any of the keys, aid the females at any point, or even fail to eliminate any of them, we may risk forfeit for females, their loved ones, or even for myself. Wait so… I have to do these abhorrent things to the girls! But they’re all under the impression the opposite is true, that they only win if they avoid me. They just think they’re getting attacked and raped, when really that might be the only thing that saves them!

The Announcer goes on, “It’s important to note that while receptacles are not considered participants--” I frown in confusion, seeing no further info on these ‘receptacles’ she keeps mentioning. “--Females with televisions on their heads are considered participants in this game. These females follow the same rules for elimination, though no objects are required to be used on them before intercourse.”

The girl in my grip freezes as she hears she’s a player after all, realizing too late how endangered she is right now. She lets out a muffled scream from within her TV, her limbs starting to flail and fight me. No objects required huh? I grip the girl tighter, my groin painfully stiff in my pants.

The Announcer continues over the noisy teen, “If these TV-head females have any chance of winning, they must first be unlocked from their televisions using the same keys that unlock the doors.”

The schooIgirl stumbles forward trying to crawl away from me, but I easily push her facedown onto the cold hallway floor, pinning her down, rearing up behind her. With her TV clunking loudly screen-down on the floor, glass cracking, sure enough I see a small keyhole on its back panel. So these unfortunate TV girls have to rely on other participants, hope another girl will come along with a key and save them? I doubt anyone will waste time stopping to save any of these TV-heads instead of saving themselves. God, it really sucks to be them.

Finally exciting 8-bit sounds erupt all around, and the Announcer declares, “Now without further ado, Female 9 has entered the maze. Begin.”

Ok let’s do this. If I’m to save everyone today, I can’t waste any time. Or at least I can tell myself that’s the reason I’m doing this -- to save them. Forcing the anonymous teenager down on hands and knees, propping her naked ass up at me, I calmly unleash my raging cock and slap it at her fuzzy little snatch a few times. And then I stab myself forward at her already-warmed-up cunt.

* * *

I ditch my shoes and socks right away once I realize how noisy my footsteps are. Pants too, most clothing just a hassle. Turn after turn and I’m starting to see how elaborate they made this maze. It must be every single hallway of the high schooI. Every hall filled with these plastic walls, dense with twists and turns and dead ends. It reminds me of laser tag. And God, it’s so fucking hard to see.

At least I can easily find more TV-heads to eliminate. I go for the next glow up ahead. The screen illuminates a nude figure that’s unmistakably older than the first one. A teacher. She clumsily feels along a wall next to her, her shouts for help nearly inaudible within her TV. I grab her arm and whirl her around, her body recoiling in surprise, my erection swelling at the sight of her curvy body jiggling from the sudden motion.

But when the Announcer is already declaring the entrance of a second female, I decide I need to focus on getting a weapon and hunting one of the running girls before wasting time on more of these helpless TV-heads. They’re not going anywhere, so I’ll hopefully have time to come back to them whenever.

Her screen tells me nothing new. But as I let her go and look around, the light she provides washes briefly over something laying on the floor at the end of the hall before another turn. I rush over to it, just as a symphony of whirring machine sounds surround me suddenly. The walls are shifting! I reach the object on the floor just in time before a wall closes. In near-total darkness, with a new hallway opened up before me in a different direction, I inspect what I grabbed.

There’s a glow coming from it. And it rattles? What is this? Then I gasp and laugh out loud to myself. It’s been a few years since I used one of these!

* * *

I follow the sounds of panting. A thump as she stumbles into a wall. The hiss of cursing under her breath. The pitter-patter of bare feet on hard floor. Finally, despite the darkness, I see movement ahead.

I raise the paintball gun and pull the trigger. Fump Fump Fump Fump Fump! Glow-in-the-dark paint explodes on the wall next to her a few times before a few more shots find the mark on her bare flesh. The naked girl shrieks with shock and pain as her back and side are covered with bursts of colorful neon green light.

She screams and runs, but I have her marked. At a steady walking pace, I follow the frantic glowing movement. A few more shots blast her and she falls down.

A coin-ding success sound rings from the PA speakers, and the Announcer says, “Object used successfully. Female 23 may now be penetrated and eliminated.” She speaks so matter-of-factly, so joyfully indifferent about violence and rape. If the Announcer really is a real person like I suspect, she’s… well just as fucked up as me I guess.

With a smile, I walk up to the paint-splattered schooIgirl whimpering and crawling away from me on the floor. I’m not sure I recognize her, and I’m not sure I care. I crouch down and grab a fistful of light brown hair in one hand and a green-smeared hip in the other, controlling the weakened teenager with ease. She shouts until I shove her face into the floor. My cock flops against soft butt cheeks as I straddle her, flattening her out on her belly. This one’s a bit of a plump girl, doughy all over. I hump across her upper thighs and ass, my dick throbbing and ready for more teen cunt. I can mostly only see what the paint illuminates, so every other sense becomes so much more important. The girly shampoo smell as I lean down over her hair. The sound of her laboured breathing, her squeaky voice pleading for me to stop. And the glorious feeling of my cock pushing down between squishy inner thighs trying to pinch shut and prevent my invasion. Her defiance is no use -- she’s easy to manhandle, to pry open, to pierce into. I sigh and collapse my weight down, far faster than she’s prepared for. My cock wrenches her tight hole open without a moment of hesitation. Laying my upper body on her head to stifle her screams, I hump up and down with rapid aggression, riding the bucking schooIgirl, lost in the tightness clenching brutally around my cock sheathed deep down inside her.

But as good as Female 23 feels, I can’t indulge too long on any single girl. Just in the time I’ve spent on this one, two more have been announced entering the maze. So as soon as I hear the Announcer saying, “Female 23 eliminated,” I lift up off the girl. My pulsing cock pulls out of her with a suctioned Pluck! sound. I quickly wipe the slightly bloody juices off my penis onto her trembling ass cheeks, adding yet another color to the painted girl before turning to leave.

I retrieve the paintball gun. It has little ammo left, so I expend the rest by marking some walls in the area to hopefully help me navigate the ever-changing maze. Then I toss the empty gun and move on.

* * *

With a new weapon in hand, I stalk after the sounds coming from around a corner up ahead. Only slivers of light from a nearby TV around another corner help me see.

A girl is talking to no one in particular, “This can’t be happening to me. Someone help me!” I round the corner and see movement, though it’s hard to make out in the near-dark. A naked figure is blindly feeling along the wall, stepping gingerly. Straight long dark hair covers the number on her back. A petite thing, slender and short, a gorgeous teen even in the dark.

And on the wall is… more movement? And a sound. A muffled voice, as if groaning discomfort or cries for help coming from within the wall itself. The girl speaks again, “Wh-what is that? Is someone there? H-hey! Is that a person? There’s a pers-- Oh my God! Ew! What’s going on!?”

I approach completely unnoticed, getting a closer look at the scene taking place in the shadows. I cover my mouth to stop from gasping as I realize what the ‘receptacles’ are finally.

There before me, the blindfolded teen is reluctantly feeling along the wall like she’s supposed to in order to find a key. And her hands cringe back when she realizes she’s touching a woman’s feet, then legs! There’s a rattling chain sound as the feet kick around in surprise at being touched. It’s a woman! Well the bottom half of one at least, protruding from a hole in the wall about two or three feet above the floor. The woman must be lying on her back on something behind the wall, in a sort of missionary position, with everything from beltline down sticking out this side of the wall. Her legs are spread wide and high, suspended up tightly by cuffs around her ankles attached to chains coming from higher up on the wall. She barely has any slack, but the chains allow for some slight kicking and struggling. Thick ass drooping a bit out of the hole in the wall. Pale white skin. Modest full-coverage beige panties covering most of the lewdness of her crotch. But some stray pubic hair peeks out around the fabric, betraying her lack of upkeep. It’s a middle aged woman, one of our teachers or something.

Moving silently, I get in as close as I can, each hand holding a different sort of rod. I’m slowly stroking my erection in one hand, with my latest weapon in the other -- a rod-like device with a handle and trigger button. I stand mere feet from the complaining teenager, relishing in the excitement of jerking off so close to a naked classmate without being noticed. I admire the teen, her elegant youthful figure, small but perky little boobs with the number ‘9’ written above them. She’s on the verge of tears, completely lost as to what to do next. “What key!? There’s no key!”

I raise my weapon… a cattle prod, a metal and plastic stick with a 2-pronged tip. But just as I’m about to use it on the whiny teen, the Announcer decides to prod the game along herself. Her cool voice makes us jump as it echoes out from the PA speakers, answering the girl’s question in graphic detail, “When a Receptacle is discovered along a wall, a Female can find a key hidden within its vagina. Each Receptacle holds only one key, but remember only one key is needed to open all locks in the game.” We hear this news, and Female 9 has no idea I’m making the same exact expression as her, both our jaws dropping in utter astonishment.

“What!? N-no! No, you can’t do this! This is-- this is disgusting!” The teen goes on freaking out like this for a few minutes, and I decide to just wait and see what happens.

She finally musters up the courage to start feeling around for the older woman’s crotch. The underwear covering the hairy snatch has to be pulled off to the side, and Female 9 stops a few times to gag before continuing. Such a drama queen.

Without pressing the button, I reach my cattle prod out and start continuously jabbing the Receptacle in her pale plump ass cheek hard enough to make her squirm. The woman shouts from behind the wall, her feet kicking and rattling her chains above us, her big butt jiggling lewdly. Female 9 still has no clue I’m standing right next to where she kneels on the floor, and she lets out a sob thinking she’s the only reason for the bound woman’s torment, “I’m sorry! Oh God I’m so sorry! They’re making me do this!” I bite my lip to resist letting out a mischievous chuckle, stroking my cock and caressing a hand up and down the older woman’s wriggling leg.

But despite all the disruption, Female 9 eventually manages to work a cute little finger inside the woman’s hairy vagina. She digs around, gagging occasionally, cursing under her breath the whole time. Finally she extracts the shiny silver key, which is bigger than I expected, probably causing pain with every movement of its sharp edges scraping around in there. It comes out slick with vaginal discharge, and Female 9 almost drops it from gagging again.

But the teen relaxes back sitting on her heels and lets out a sigh of relief that the ordeal is over. From the look on her face, she thinks she can now go find an escape door and get out of this horrific game.

It’s the expression I’ve been waiting for. I wanted to see her go through all that for nothing. She won’t even get a chance to use the key.

I raise the cattle prod, stab it at Female 9’s ribs, and press the button. Clack! Several thousand volts of electricity crackle and course into the naked schooIgirl, momentarily lighting up the dark hallway. She screams as every muscle in her fragile body contracts at once and she collapses onto the floor. I watch in awe as my classmate writhes then scrambles to get away, screaming bloody murder. But there’s no success sound yet. Sorry, random girl from my schooI, I can’t stop using this object until they say to. Clack! Clack! Clack! I stab again and again, walking slowly to follow her as she crawls and collapses and crawls again. She’s a thin girl, but the way her flesh wiggles around is so erotic. Her feminine hips bouncing, her little bare feet kicking about, her small breasts swaying downward with gravity as she fumbles on hands and knees at my feet. I realize if I keep the prongs touching her, keep the button pressed, it sends a continuous current through her, making the girl sprawl out and arch her back in a full-body cramp, teeth gritting and spit gurgling. Normally she’s such a perfect girl, so prim and proper, without a hair out of place, so seeing her like this -- crumbling into uncontrollable vulgarity -- fuck, this is incredible!

Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t notice the coin sound go off and the Announcer say I can proceed with eliminating her. Got carried away I guess.

My cock like iron, I get down and shove Female 9 onto her back, holding the exhausted little weakling down with relative ease. Any time she flails her limbs at me or gets too noisy, I simply raise the cattle prod and crackle it a couple inches away from her face to scare her into submission.

I spread the schooIgirl’s knees and settle in between her smooth slender thighs. She covers her blindfolded face with her hands and starts sobbing, but I ignore this, too busy enjoying her most intimate splendors. Her pussy is completely smooth, compact and adorable. I lick a finger and shove inside with cruel haste, driving the cattle prod tip into her delicate neck when she starts fussing again. Her insides clamp around my finger like a vice, but I begin working and twisting. She better warm up quick while I’m feeling generous. Her sweet little breasts stare up at me in the dim light, nice half-handfuls I can’t help but give a squeeze and a pinch. I pluck my finger out from her cunt and give it a taste. Sweet but salty. Sticky and delicious.

And soon I’m prodding my cock at her tiny entrance, plunging into her against every pleading word she hisses up at me. I grunt and shove and force the small opening to expand, gripping the soft teen flesh, pinning her beneath me. I sink in only half my length and she’s already stuffed full and screaming. My hand kneads at a perfect tit, my hips rising and falling in a rhythm too fast from the start.

I poke her with the prod the whole time. Not shocking her, but threatening to if she makes any wrong move. I poke her nipples, drag the prongs across her neck and up her tear-covered cheek. I shove the metal tips into her mouth whenever she wails too loudly, making her sputter and cough and go submissive again.

Several long minutes after the Announcer says, “Female 9 eliminated,” I finally remember I have so much more to do in this game. I need to start moving faster! Quite a few more girls have been released into the maze since these ladies started distracting me here. I groan, wishing I could spend more time with this one, wishing I could cum. Giving the teen two more savage pumps, I finally unsheathe myself and hop to my feet.

Before I go, I know the cattle prod won’t have much charge left in it -- they seem to have intentionally given all the weapons very limited usage -- so I walk with it over to the lady protruding from the wall. Pulling aside her underwear again to reveal that middle-aged hairy crotch, I shove the tip of the cattle prod right into her cunt without warning. And I smash the trigger button down to unload all the remaining charge it has left deep within the Receptacle’s keyless entry!

The waves of motion that ensue are a work of art, spasmodic and hypnotic flesh rippling. The animalistic groaning that comes from behind the wall is unlike any noise I’ve ever heard. And when the charge is spent, I let go and leave the rod impaled and hanging at an angle in her hole. I walk off, only hearing the rod clatter to the floor when I’m rounding my second corner in search of my next prey.

* * *

After having learned exactly how to use my latest weapon, I release my grip on the shivering TV-head I have pinned up against the wall. My cock sliding out of her defiled cunt, I let her long skinny leg slide down off my shoulder. A weak whimper comes from behind the glowing screen displaying instructions on how to use the tranquilizer gun left on the floor next to us. The girl slumps down the wall and curls into the fetal position as I turn and pick up my stuff. An air gun rifle with a scope I’ll never use. Only two syringe-like darts -- only two chances to hit. But there’s also a switch I can flip that turns on a red laser sight. It won’t light much up in the darkest halls, but it’ll help.

Most of the girls have been released into the maze by now. I see glimpses of movement around every other corner as I creep in the dark. Shuffling sounds a few turns away. Someone breathing shakily, dashing by from a different passage. Sobs and occasional squeaky shouts in the distance make for a hauntingly intense atmosphere. The walls shift continuously, making it hard to keep my bearings. And always darkness.

Zeroing in on some commotion ahead, I have just enough residual glow from the TV behind me to make out a female hunched over and struggling at a wall. Getting closer, I see a slender athletic figure. Freckled skin, creamy and fair. Number ‘21’ on her back under stylish blonde-and-brown hair. This one seems a bit older than my classmates and me -- maybe college age, a grad student, a young teacher or something. I lick my lips and watch her struggle, watch her adorable determination in spite of the dehumanizing task she’s working on. She’s hunched down and digging in the crotch of a girl younger than her who’s bottom half protrudes from a hole in the wall. It’s another Receptacle, privates on full display, legs chained up and squirming, muffled squeals coming from inside the wall. The schooIgirl in the wall has flawless skin, porcelain pale. She’s kind of thick, a tad overweight, with nice wide hips. And more tattooing like that other girl I encountered in the maze -- big black X marks on each ass cheek and again on her lower belly partially showing from the hole in the wall. What atrocities are being committed on this fucking island!?

Then I notice the panties lying on the floor several feet away from the two women. They were clearly ripped off the Receptacle, torn into a ragged strip of lacy cloth, then cast aside and forgotten. But by the look of their placement in relation to Female 21, I’m betting it wasn’t her that ripped them off. I’m betting someone got here before her. I grin and shake my head, wondering if this woman is two fingers deep in a student’s vagina looking for a key that isn’t there anymore. And she’s really digging around with brutal disregard for the poor girl in the wall, more concerned with saving herself in this hellish nightmare than with taking things slow inside the delicate insides of the other girl.

As much as I’d love to stand here watching this play out, I shouldn’t loiter. I raise the tranquilizer gun, the red laser dancing shakily on the shoulder and back of Female 21. And I pull the trigger. Clack!

The lady screams, wrenching her fingers from the pussy and shrinking away from the wall. She falls with a painful slap, then scrambles to crawl away, hands pawing at her back to get the dart out. The sedative will take a few minutes to kick in, but the damage is done. I sigh and slowly approach, the hard part done.

But it seems all the noise has alerted a second girl that was nearby up ahead, a yelp of terror and the sound of pattering bare feet rushing away from me. I dash forward and try to quickly load my second dart into the gun. I fumble but manage to get it inserted. Raising and aiming the red laser, I fire. But I hear the demoralizing sound of the dart clacking against a wall instead of finding skin. Damn.

As I hear the girl getting farther away down the winding turns, I slow to a stop and toss the air rifle to the floor in disappointment. Oh well, it was worth a shot I guess. With a deep breath, I return to the first woman, her pained sounds easy to relocate.

Though the tranquilizer hasn’t kicked in yet, I waste no time getting started on the beautiful panicked lady when I hear the arcade sounds and the Announcer’s voice blasting, “Object used successfully. Female 21 may now be penetrated and eliminated.”

But as I reach her -- grasping a fistful of elegant hair to hold her in place on hands and knees at my feet, wrench her wailing blindfolded face up to look at me -- I can’t help but spend a bit of time playing with my food. Sexy puffy lips on a mouth begging me to stop. A woman of both youthful sex appeal and womanly maturity, maybe a young mom who used to be the popular girl at schooI and has since become a cool teacher.

I slap her hard on the face when she tries to claw at me, and then begin dragging the whimpering lady by her wavy hair, making her crawl submissively on hands and knees as I walk her back over to the girl stuck in the wall.

Clenching her hair tightly, I lift Female 21 to her knees and shove her sobbing face right into the Receptacle’s spread snatch. She howls and sputters noisily as I rub her back and forth, smushing nose and mouth against clean-shaven teen cunt.

When the lady begins to fade from the sedative, I kneel beside her and join the feast. Still holding her head against the pussy coming from the wall, I get my own face in there too! My lips and tongue attack hungrily, making out with the older woman’s complaining mouth and the violated vagina at the same time. Everything wet with saliva and pussy juices, hot with heavy breathing and steamy crotch. I kiss at the woman’s face-cheek, then turn and kiss the ass cheek of the girl. I smother myself in it all, groaning and slurping disgustingly. Soon I know this random classmate’s vagina better than I know her fucking identity. Immaculately shaven, lacking the innocence of other girls her age. Even the brown asshole underneath our chins is hairless and pristine. Her pussy has fat outer lips with inner labia peeking out asymmetrically. Her smell is musky and mature. Her flavor is strong and enticing.

When Female 21 fades and slumps in my grasp, I pull us back from the sopping mess of a pussy. Hugging the lady’s warm naked body from behind, I start to flop her around playfully like a doll. Lifting her limp limbs. Making her hands slap her own face and tits. Testing her flexibility by pulling and twisting her sleeping body into strange positions.

With a sexy young teacher completely unconscious in my arms, I’d be crazy not to stop and smell the roses for a bit, right? I delve into all her most off-limits spots, free to be weird and gross and beastly. I burrow into her flesh, sniff and lick anywhere I fucking want. Her scent is alluring most places, fashionably perfumed with products. I shove my nose and mouth into an armpit and breathe her in. Then over to a sizeable tit to engulf a tiny light pink nipple until it hardens. I flatten her on her back and roam down between her milky thighs. A slight patch of wispy trimmed pubes, only there to arouse a lover. I suck at the ruffles of inner lips sticking out at me. Sour. Salty. The insides sticky and inviting for my tongue as it slides in.

Getting an idea suddenly, and having been impressed with the erotic flavors of both women now, I decide spending just a few more minutes here couldn’t hurt.

I flip Female 21 upside down, grunting with effort at lifting her dead weight. I get her in like a standing 69 position, hugging her tight, my head at her pussy, her arms and hair dangling toward the floor, my throbbing cock poking at her sleeping face, her breasts against my stomach. Then still holding her, I kneel and press her back to the wall right below the Receptacle’s butt sticking out at us above.

I position Female 21 propped against the wall upside down resting on her shoulders, touching butt-to-butt with the other girl above, her legs drooping into lazy splits out to either side of me, my hands clamped on her hips, the back of her head smushed down on the floor, face looking up at my balls.

Holding her in place there, I begin vigorously devouring both helpless ladies, moving from one cunt up to the other then back down. A whole medley of female flavors assaults my senses. Tangy and salty, with just a hint of piss and sweat that only makes it all more erotic and real. Distinct womanly aromas strangle my brain, floral and sultry but also spicy and sharp. I lap through ruffles of fleshy pink lips, rub my face across slick smooth-shaven velvet flesh. Up and down. Nose shoving in the top pussy while tongue pierces into the bottom one. I bite into tender inner thighs and delicate flaps of labia, laughing maniacally at the dreamlike scenario I find myself in.

One body is completely still, unconscious and oblivious to its torment. The other is wriggling with disgust and groaning from behind the wall, but immobilized and chained in place.

I start out kneeling, but quickly I end up relaxing back onto my heels, which means I sit straight down onto Female 21’s unconscious face, her nose tickling my balls, my weight pressing down on her pretty head. It would probably hurt if she was awake, and if I’m not careful I could smother her in her sleep. But I’m too enraptured in filthy delights to care, my cock flexing and dripping precum down onto the motionless woman’s chest and neck.

My mind a haze of lustful instinct, my body goes on autopilot, doing whatever it pleases. I stand and thrust my furious erection forward. I have to constantly hold the lower woman by the hips to keep her in her upside down position balanced on her shoulders, her thighs draped outward over my hands. Unable to aim, I just hump forward repeatedly, letting my cock jab and slip about dangerously until it finds purchase in whatever wet hole it can.

The first few times, it misses, and my tip jabs hard at the Receptacle’s puckered asshole. Her whole body quakes from the surprise agony, screams and rattling chains echoing through the dark hall.

A thrilling shiver runs through me when my cock finally enters something, piercing deep into the Receptacle’s dripping cunt-hole, a growling shout escaping my mouth all on its own. My meat disappears rapidly inside the teen’s stretching entrance, another squeal of pained disapproval from behind the wall going totally disregarded.

Several brutish stabs and I pull back out, managing to aim slightly lower and plunging inside the other vagina just as recklessly as the first. The young teacher’s hole is a better fit for me than the teenager above, perfectly embracing my cock as I slide all the way to the hilt in one go. Pink pussy lips wrap around my shaft as I piston in and out frantically.

Back and forth between the two cunts, I compare them, relishing in the insane feelings, the difference between the two women. Mixing all our fluids into a frothy mess that leaks down all over the sleeping teacher’s belly and tits.

I hear the arcade sounds go off, the Announcer declaring Female 21 eliminated. I pummel the two women a few more times each, then decide I need to get moving again. But fucking hell I could stay here with these two lovely ladies all day!

Backing away, I watch the unconscious teacher slump down to lie in an awkward heap on her side, left broken and forgotten in the dark. The teen pussy protruding from the wall above her drips a steady string of slime down onto the sleeping beauty’s face. Female 21’s ravaged hole bubbles thick fluid out across her inner thigh. And the hallway returns to silence as I walk away.

To be continued.



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