DON’T START AT THIS CHAPTER
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)
And so on. More to come!
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
-Non-con, Violence, Male-dom
-Gross Tasting/Smelling, Bodily Fluids, Sweat, Feet, Armpits
-Electrocution
-Scalding Syrup/Food Fetish
-Blood
-Piss
-Unconscious
-Anal
-Bondage/BDSM
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What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf? Part 1
It was a greedy choice. Four females in a single game. I didn’t have to do that. I could try to tell myself I made the choice out of some benevolent attempt to help the girls get off this island quicker — group them together and get us out of here in fewer days instead of dragging the games out one girl at a time. Or I could use the justification that it might be easier on the girls if they have companions to share the burden. I’m sure it’s far more terrifying to be singled out and face a game alone. But in reality, I made the choice simply because I wanted more females to myself at one time. An orgiastic indulgence without a single thought for anyone but myself. Because in this place I’m free to take whatever I want, hidden under the cloak of anonymity.
Now I find myself in the middle of the cafeteria with butterflies in my stomach. At the Announcer’s command, I stand staring across the huge room at four blindfolded women lined up facing me on the other end. As instructed, I lean against one wall, the ladies on the opposite wall. I’ve been deemed simply ‘the male’, and each of the women have a big number drawn on their foreheads in what looks like Sharpie, each now referred to as ‘Female 1’ through ‘Female 4’. 8-bit music blares all around us from the PA speakers, making me feel like a character in an arcade video game.
This is the only time I can remember feeling this excited to be in the cafeteria. Back in real life it had been full of cliques and self-segregated friend groups. Social hierarchies and the constant buzz of teens chattering and laughing and enjoying their brief freedom in the middle of the school day. What a curious location for a game.
Now the cafeteria is eerily empty. Tables and chairs all pushed off to the sides to leave a vast open space in the center for us to stand. The walls of the cafeteria are adorned with posters promoting healthy eating habits, flyers for extracurriculars, and bulletin boards showcasing student achievements. All of it exactly like my real school. It’s so fucking creepy how accurately they replicated every detail of St. Isidore’s.
Several TV screens are scattered around the cafeteria hanging up high on the walls. These used to be for displaying boring school videos and events, along with weekly food menus. Now, they all show the same School of Lust intro title screen.
At the far end is the familiar serving area, similar to a food court at a mall, with counters that would normally separate the kitchen staff from the students lined up waiting for food. But there’s more going on, contraptions hanging over the counters?
Before I can make out exactly what I’m seeing, my attention is returned to the girls as the Announcer speaks through the PA system again. Her unfittingly serene voice echoes all around us, “As always, the chosen male is not permitted to speak, and the chosen females must remain blindfolded at all times. The male must use his remote to make seIections on the screens throughout the game, while the females must use their voices.”
I gaze at the ladies across the room from me. They all look so dumb, feet shifting nervously, heads tilting and turning in blind bewilderment. 18-year-old seniors in cute schoolgirl uniforms. A teacher in stylish blouse, slacks, and cardigan. I smirk, realizing I’m the only one not terrified right now.
The Announcer continues matter-of-factly, “All participants must now strip completely naked.” The immediate gasps and cries of shock from the women across from me almost make me laugh out loud with giddy excitement. The command to undress includes me, but I’m not complaining. All those times I came to eat lunch in this place — never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be standing here with some of the hottest girls in my school and even one of my teachers, getting naked together, preparing for a sadistic sex game!
We’re told to toss our clothes off to the side out of the way. My eyes stay glued to the women across the room as I happily comply, kicking my shoes off and shedding my shirt. But the ladies all hesitate, mortified. I hear one curse under her breath. Another one next to her begins sobbing. They can’t see me, but they know there’s a boy from their school in the room with them, waiting to see them disrobe.
“You sick monsters! These are students!” Female 1, Aadya Mandal, the man-bashing feminist art teacher of Indian descent, refuses to strip. The loudmouthed woman in her mid-30s is probably intent on protecting her female students from the twisted patriarchal nightmare she finds herself in. Despite her sour attitude, her face is gorgeous and sultry. Her hair is lush black swirls sweeping down over soft shoulders. Her body is tall, curvy, and full, with mocha skin. She carries herself with an intimidating self-assuredness.
“You can’t do thi–!” Mrs. Mandal’s shrill voice is cut off as electricity courses through her body, sending her thick figure into a dance of convulsions before doubling over and spasming in a heap on the floor. Her voice becomes one steady groan, unflattering and involuntary, a taser-like clicking sound coming from the collar around her neck.
The teen girls beside her scream and quickly get the idea. They begin blindly scrambling to avoid the same punishment as their teacher, fingers twisting at buttons, shoes clattering off across the hard cafeteria floor.
As we undress together, the Announcer continues as if nothing happened, “The rules of this game are as follows. One player is ‘It’, or ‘the Wolf’ as we will refer to them. The male will begin the game as the first Wolf.” Confused and frightened muttering comes from the girls opposite me. I glance at the TVs, which now display ‘Current Wolf’ with an image of my face along with a summary of the instructions the Announcer is giving us.
“When we begin, the Wolf must stand facing and touching their wall. All other players must clearly and simultaneously call out ‘What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?’ — or ‘Miss Wolf’ or ‘Mrs. Wolf’ depending on the current player. The Wolf must then respond loudly and clearly with a number on the clock. For example, ‘2 o’clock’. The other players must then take exactly that many steps forward. The players then start again asking for the time. Any players that touch the Wolf’s wall are safe for the round. However, at any point, instead of giving a number on the clock, the Wolf may respond by shouting ‘Lunch time’, at which point all players must run. The Wolf must chase and attempt to tag a player. Other players must flee and touch their starting wall before the Wolf can tag them. The game ends after a predetermined number of rounds.”
Across the room, I hear Female 2, Gabrielle Sadowski, blurting out complaints under her breath, “He chases us and he’s not blindfolded, but we are ?” The growing unease in the air is palpable, the unfairness of the situation blatant. I ignore the girl’s whiny voice, more concerned with the sight of her.
Gabrielle was a popular senior in my class. A rich mean princess. Hotter than most girls in the school, with cute features and pudgy kissable cheeks. Perfect asymmetrical hair colored several shades of caramel that go nicely with her softly tanned skin. She always cared more about social media and selfies than grades. Now I get to watch her try to cover her little tits as her shirt and bra get tossed aside. What’s to hide? Her breasts are small and unimpressive anyway. Nice nipples though. And God, that ass! So thick for her short stature. She’s athletic yet somehow seems soft and squishy all over. My eyes water with longing when I get to see her panties drop, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy. Lips mostly hidden in a puffy ‘innie’ slit. Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening! I squint, annoyed that she’s so far across the room from me.
The Announcer continues with the rules, “A player tagged by the Wolf, or the Wolf themself if they catch no one, will face a random punishment task. Anyone that fails to participate as instructed will also be punished.” I glance at Mrs. Mandal panting on the floor, the electrocution finally ceasing, allowing her sit up slowly. Aadya is a woman that’s clearly never subjected to such treatment. The proud teacher looks completely violated, brazenly tortured simply for running her mouth. ‘Female 1’ degradingly written on her forehead. I realize I’m smiling ear to ear watching her struggle stupidly back to her feet and hurry to begin removing her clothing before it can happen again.
Beside the teacher, Female 3, Melina Ruiz, tries to act calm and tough, but I can tell she’s utterly humiliated like the rest of them. I watch the shy teen stumble awkwardly out of her panties, almost falling as her foot catches on the waistband. Melina is half Mexican, half Greek, her skin softly tanned, toasted and golden. Her features striking and angular, a bit of spice to an otherwise coy appearance. Dark brown hair swoops down over one side of her face, shoulder-length. She’s tall, lanky, modelesque, tight but squishable ass. I stare at her small breasts as they become exposed. Perky, with large dark areolas. Between her thighs is a shaven little pussy, flushed pink skin, tiny labia just barely peeking out, everything tight and diminutive. I lick my lips and swallow thirstily.
The Announcer continues speaking as we all undress, going over minor rules and details of the game — how and when we’re permitted to move, how I’m required to use my remote whenever a player would normally use their voice, how a three-second countdown sound will initiate the start of each call-and-response every round. But it’s hard to focus on rules when I’m so thoroughly distracted by all the womanly wonders being unwrapped across the room from me.
Mrs. Mandal scrambles to catch up with the rest of us, getting back to her feet and whipping off all her classy clothing. I marvel at the sight of the strong woman of authority reduced to a cowering frenzy, hurrying to get naked before she can be subjected to more shock treatment. Aadya’s hair flows in lush black spirals. Her face is beautiful, even with so little makeup. Light chocolate South Asian skin. A bigger frame, tall and a bit plump all over. Her fat tits flop out, sagging under their own substantial weight. Near-black nipples stare at me from across the cafeteria. Her juicy ass jiggles as she peels her pants and underwear down over it. Her vagina is much more lewd than the fresh 18-year-olds beside her. Bushy black pubes everywhere, meaty black labia hanging down the center. I feel myself stiffen, knowing I’m peering at things I shouldn’t be.
So far, I get a strange feeling of déjà vu with each of these women. But if I’ve played games with them on this island before, I can’t remember much. Every time I eat food back in my room, I get extremely groggy afterward. They’re probably drugging us with something that makes us forget. As frightening as that is, I don’t know if I really mind it. It makes every game feel fresh. A brand new experience, brand new women to explore.
But with the last girl on the end, I get no such feeling of familiarity. I think I’m seeing this one strip naked for the first time.
Female 4, Madison Halpern. Unlike the other girls here, I never knew Madison really. I’d only seen her in passing here and there. She was a true Catholic girl, sang in the choir in church, seemed to always wear modest clothing like full-length skirts and sundresses even when out of uniform. I always thought she was very pretty, especially the way she smiled with her bright blue eyes, her dimpled cheeks and perfect teeth always lit up in such genuine joy. But she was always hiding in the background, downplaying her appearance unlike the popular girls who tried to look slutty and stand out, so I never thought much of her. Until now, until seeing her forced to bare herself before me.
She trembles, her fingers slipping and fumbling, her pretty lips quivering, her nose sniffling as she sobs with humiliation. Madison has natural pure blonde hair, perfectly straight and boring, yet pristine and attractive, ending just past the shoulders. Her skin is very fair and flawless, creamy and milky. Though technically average in height, she’s a slight and dainty thing, thin, lacking curves. I don’t even notice my hand begin stroking my hardening cock, too engrossed in the sight of a girl I barely know revealing her most intimate spots against her will. Madison’s tits are tiny, coming to a perky conical point with delicate pale-pink nipples. Her body looks squishy and feminine despite its lack of curves. And though she keeps trying to cover up, I catch glimpses of her cute little cunt. It takes me a second to realize she’s not clean-shaven, her pubes so blonde and wispy. She trims herself, but only haphazardly, clearly unused to showing this place to others or putting any thought into its appearance. Yet she’s so naturally pure all over. Angelic, youthful, fairy-like. God it’s crazy how little I ever noticed this girl back in real life. She was hiding such beauty from the world. A piece of meat this delicious is meant to be enjoyed.
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“Four o’clock,” the Announcer’s voice declares loudly after I seIect 4 on the TV screens using my remote. Arcade sounds ring, and just like that, the game is underway. At the press of a button, I force the four women to begin stepping forward from their wall. Naked girls walk closer to me on delicate bare feet, each movement painfully cautious. They’re unsure whether to take big or small strides. I can practically hear all the thoughts swirling in their pretty little heads. The last thing any of them wants is to get closer to the boy waiting across the room from them. If any break away from the pack, get closer to me than the others, they run the risk of being targeted. But on the other hand, they can’t disobey, they must take clear steps forward. And they’re told safety lies at the wall opposite them. If they can just reach it…
But they have no idea just how rigged the game is. Sure, I have to start by facing my wall, but as I turn to make my seIections on a nearby TV, I can see all the girls out of the corner of my eye. I test this further, carefully looking over my shoulder at them. Nothing happens. I’m allowed to look. It’s basically impossible for me to lose. Clearly that’s by design.
A fun arcade sound dings three times throughout the cafeteria, a countdown to prepare and synchronize the girls for the next callout. “What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?” the women all shout in unison. Their voices shake, but none of them mess up.
“One o’clock,” the Announcer relays my input. Why am I toying with them? Why does it feel so good to have such control over these poor girls? I could easily go with a much higher number and they’d still be far across the room, but instead I prolong the tension. I press a button, they move. Nothing prevents me from staring at their unclothed bodies as they move closer one terrified step at a time. Another 8-bit sound surrounds us as the ladies each step closer successfully.
Mrs. Mandal’s voice cracks with anxiety, “P-please! Just let us get to the wall. They said it’s over after so many rounds. Let’s j-just end this all quickly, ok?” Even in her helpless predicament, there’s an air of entitlement to Aadya’s tone. She’s asking me to be the one to get punished instead of them. Demanding actually. The ideologically radical teacher was always terrible to the boys in her classes, punishing them while rewarding the girls. As if it was her duty to balance the inherent gender inequalities of the world. And even here, she seems to expect me to take the fall.
“One o’clock.” Mrs. Mandal’s tits jiggle ever so slightly when she walks. My hand absentmindedly caresses my dick as I patiently deliberate who I should pounce at when they get close enough.
“Two o’clock.” The Announcer sounds oddly happy. I watch as Gabrielle almost slips while taking a step. She barely regains her balance, then freezes, holding her breath. The success sound dings, and she exhales in relief. That was a close one. We all know one false move could mean punishment.
A few more presses on my remote, a few more tentative steps. The ladies are so close now. I get a good look finally. Bare breasts, exposed groins, all lined up on display. My eyes flick from one to the next, silently comparing the different sizes and shapes and colors of each woman’s privates. They’re all within easy reach. Up till now, I’ve simply followed instructions. But the game won’t tell me who to tag. I’m fully responsible for what happens next. Their fates are in my hands. It’s up to me who gets punished.
The breathy whimpers and weak sobbing would make her easy to locate even if I couldn’t see her. Madison Halpern mutters deliriously, her rapid breathing making her little tits heave up and down. She seems on the verge of a panic attack, visibly shaking. Easy prey. I press the button.
“Lunch time!” The Announcer rarely reveals any sign of humanity, her voice always cool and robotic. But even she can’t help but get a bit animated after I’d built so much suspense in the room. The chaos that follows is almost comical. Gabrielle screams. Melina falls as she whips herself around too quickly. They all flee like frightened deer.
But I bolt forward at my target. In a flash I’m already at her, reaching out as she flounders in a clumsy attempt to escape. It’s funny, they always say if a boy pulls a girl’s hair on the playground, it means he likes her. But when the girl grows up a bit, pulling her hair suddenly becomes so taboo.
Madison’s pure blonde hair is like silk on my fingers. She’s such a delicate creature. Overcome with eagerness, I yank back much too aggressively. Mid-run, the petite girl’s feet fly up in the air as she’s slammed down onto her back, her naked skin slapping the hard cafeteria floor loudly. A disturbing yelp escapes her mouth as the wind is knocked from her lungs, followed by a pained groan of agony that a sweet girl like Madison should never be made to produce. It feels so wrong. I realize how much males like me have to constantly hold back our strength when we deal with girls like Madison. Unleashing for even a moment can cause such destruction. And it feels oddly intoxicating.
The girl coughs and moans in pain, mouth agape with surprise. She tries to crawl away but then yelps again as I continue gripping her hair, keeping her in place on hands and knees at my feet. My cock flexes menacingly mere inches above the schoolgirl’s face. Fuck, am I really doing this?!
Deep ominous 8-bit tones fill the cafeteria. “Female 4 tagged. New Wolf assigned. Punishment generated. The male must now help guide the females to the serving area.” The girls are reluctant at first, but we slowly do what we’re told. As we walk, I offer helpful touches, steering the blindfolded ladies by placing my hands on their backs or hips. But this is simply an excuse to feel their sweet naked bodies at every opportunity, and the girls flinch with repulsion at the unnecessary touches.
We reach the long serving counter, where trays of food would normally be passed from lunch lady to students. But my eyes go wide at the new additions I find. Leather straps and buckles are installed sporadically all across the countertop. Cuffs and manacles meant to strap someone down! And hovering above the counter are large metal boxes. Some sort of strange machine contraptions that protrude down from the ceiling above. I notice nozzles pointing down from the underside of each box, reminding me of soft serve ice cream machines or fast food fountain drink machines. The entire counter seems sectioned into stations, each with its own group of straps and its own machine hanging from above. The girls would be freaking out if they could see all this shit, but they just stand there looking dumb and nervous.
“The male must now position Female 4 onto the counter as shown on the screen.” I ignore the fearful whining coming from the girls around me. The TV screens display instructions telling me which station along the counter to use, as well as a somewhat lewd pixel cartoons depicting the position I’m to strap Madison into. My lips curl into a smile.
“NO! No, get away!” Madison squeals as I grab her arms and lift. She fights, kicks, but I easily overpower the small girl, forcing her up on the counter and putting my weight on her while I work. I hear more hysterics from the women around me. “Leave her alone!” and “What the fuck are you doing to her!?” and just general incoherent cries of dismay.
But I ignore it all, my senses preoccupied. Madison smells so good up close. A vanilla and floral scent that makes my head feel lighter. As my hands start to bind her wrists, I can’t help but lean down over her and press my nose to her soft skin, breathing in deeply, shivering from the experience. The petite blonde recoils and thrashes from the feeling, but I keep her pinned down on her back with her head facing me and overhanging the edge of the counter. Straps go around her neck, belly, and thighs. The more I progress, the less she can budge. My eyes keep pausing to drink in every delicious sight. Milky flesh. Yummy little nipples staring up at me. Fucking hell, the girl’s pussy is right there! Soon Madison Halpern, a girl I barely knew from high school, is sprawled out naked on her back before me on the cafeteria counter. Her head hangs over with her pretty little blindfolded face staring up at me. She keeps grunting out soft whimpers, her body straining helplessly, making the leather straps creak. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I jump from the Announcer’s voice, having forgotten where I was for a second, “The male must now help enforce instructions during the following tasks. Players may not move on until their task is deemed… sufficient. Players have a 3-second countdown to begin each task. Task 1 of 4: Female 4 must perform cunnilingus on Female 1. Begin.”
The screams of protests all around me are drowned out by the loud beeping countdown filling the room as well as by the thumping of my heartbeat filling my ears. Part of me thinks I must have heard wrong. But before I know it, I’m grabbing hold of Mrs. Mandal and shoving her forward.
“No! Don’t touch me! You sick fuck! Get your hands off me! N– oh God!” Aadya shrieks and flails, but even for a bigger-framed woman, I manhandle the Indian teacher with ease, forcing her to stand with her legs parted just enough to smush her fuzzy crotch down onto the sobbing teen face hanging off the counter. Madison’s straight blonde hair dangles down freely, offering a great handle for me to pull up on. My other arm is wrapped around Aadya’s midsection, squishing into her womanly belly and hips, and forcing her downward to slightly sit her cunt on the high schooler’s immobilized head. Madison scrunches her face in disgust, pinching her lips shut tight, but I shift my weight around as if dancing in place with Mrs. Mandal, which rubs and grinds the older woman’s twat onto the teen’s nose and mouth. “Oh God! Oh honey I’m– I’m so sorry! He’s making me!” The teacher cries out apologies to the student under her.
When little Madison still refuses to open her mouth and perform as instructed, I kneel down behind Aadya and get in close to help. I grab the teen’s chin in my palm and pinch my fingers around her cheeks trying to pucker her lips. She squeals and shakes. As I continue coaxing her mouth open, I can’t help but rub my own face against Aadya’s warm hip beside me. Then around to the back, my cheek and nose presses into the older woman’s pillowy ass. The woman shouts in abhorrence, trying to step away.
But we’re interrupted by the Announcer, “Cunnilingus insufficient. Incentive activated.” I look up and suddenly see the nozzle at the bottom of that strange machine above the counter begin to emit a thick liquid that pours down right onto Madison’s neck and face! A white creamy drizzle, like the icing glaze for a cinnamon roll. It steams slightly as it coats the schoolgirl’s skin, and Madison immediately screams out in pain and shock. I stare in awe for a second as the hot liquid pours down her cheeks, pools around her tender neck, trickles down her ears into her dangling hair.
After my brief moment of surprise and hesitation, I remember we have a game to play. I shove Mrs. Mandal forward again, taking advantage of Madison’s screaming to force the Indian teacher’s cunt right onto the gaping teen mouth! Madison sputters and coughs, muffled by muff, and Aadya’s shouts join the chorus as the hot liquid sears her crotch and thighs.
I hold my teacher’s hips tight and thrust front to back, forcing her into a humping motion across the blonde’s open mouth beneath her. Both women shake frantically, but they’re learning that the only way to make it stop is to perform the sick task correctly. I watch the younger girl lap her tongue wildly up at the hairy older snatch, white creamy icing smearing all over. Clearly little Madison has no idea how oral sex is done — she just licks messily in a desperate attempt to appease the Announcer and end her torture. My raging cock keeps bumping against the teacher’s butt and thigh as I push her hips, watching the ladies work, my jaw hanging open, my eyes mesmerized.
Finally the icing stops pouring down on them, and a happy video game ding goes off. The Announcer speaks again, “Task 2 of 4: Female 4 must perform cunnilingus on Female 2.” Jesus Christ, all that and we’re only partway done with the very first punishment!
But after hearing how things went for the women that resisted, Gabrielle gets started much quicker. She steps forward hurriedly, “Please don’t hurt me! Just do it! Just get it over with!” Gabrielle’s hands blindly grope in search of Madison’s head, and when they find it, she starts trying to shove her crotch onto her classmate’s face. Such a crazy sight, seeing the girl doing something so lewd, willingly, without my coercion. “Ah! What the fuck is this?” She recoils when she feels the hot icing covering Madison’s face, but I step forward and grab her by the hips to urge her on.
Gabrielle’s a shorter girl, her cunt not quite high enough to reach Madison’s mouth. So I stand pressed against her from behind and lift one of her legs up high, her other foot on tiptoes barely touching the floor. Gabrielle squeaks in surprise but is too afraid to resist, her arm going up around my neck to keep her balance. With my one hand holding her leg up under the crook of her knee and my other gripping her hip, I lift her stout body a bit and press her crotch down onto her classmate’s face.
Fearing the searing liquid waiting to pour on them from above, both girls do their best to perform the task no matter how much they hate it. Gabrielle rhythmically gyrates her hips, my boner inadvertently jabbing her plump ass cheeks from behind as she moves. With her arm around my neck, I can peer down around the front to watch her pussy smothering the blonde below. That smooth hairless twat. Puffy outer lips engulfing the other teen’s little nose. Poor Madison down there keeps gasping for breath, heaving as if about to puke from the disgusting act being forced upon her. But she powers through, her mouth open, her tongue lapping wildly with an inexperienced lack of sexiness. This is clearly the first time she’s ever done something like this. I find myself wondering if she’s a virgin. My cock throbs harder against Gabrielle’s butt at the thought.
I turn to look at Gabrielle. She stands in front of me balanced on one foot, arm reaching up and back to hang over my neck for support. The popular girl from my school. Such a pretty little princess. Small bare tits in clear view right below my face, little nipples indented slightly, almost inverted. I sniff inconspicuously at her neck, then under the arm wrapped around me. Everything about the girl smells lovely. A sweet scent, fashionable and trendy perfume you’d expect to find in an expensive teen mall shop.
Ding! “Task 3 of 4…” Gabrielle scurries away, finally letting herself break down into tears. In the brief pause in the action, I take the opportunity to bend down face to face with Madison. The innocent schoolgirl is a sloppy mess now. Now that the glaze has cooled, I shamelessly lick her panting mouth, tasting the icing on those perfect little glossy lips. Sweet, but there’s another flavor. Sour. Probably from the two pussies she’s had all over her face. A shiver goes through me — I’m tasting the cunt juices from a teacher and another student! Feeling my tongue, Madison gasps in horror, “Wh- what are you- ?!” But I stand again as Female 3 steps nervously forward for her turn. Melina Ruiz.
The taller half-Hispanic girl seems deep in thought, much calmer and more resolved with her situation than the other women. Melina flinches when I grab her around the waist, but she remains silent and allows me to guide her. This time I decide to position her facing me, her back to the counter so that she has to sit her butt down onto Madison’s face. It seems to make no difference to the bound blonde below — she simply licks at whatever she’s given. Madison seems to have learned her place, mouth wide and tongue lapping grossly like some nasty baby bird, holding back tears and vomit as Melina’s ass crack is pressed to her lips. She knows the more enthusiastic she is, the sooner it’s all over.
As sticky lapping sounds begin to fill the air, I stand face to face with Melina, holding her in place and looking her slim figure up and down. She shifts around in discomfort, and her hand accidentally brushes my raging dick. She jumps with a start. “I knew it!” she whispers under her breath to herself. I pause, intrigued. So she knew I was getting turned on? That I’m enjoying this? Taking advantage of things?
I smile, calmly reaching a hand up and wrapping it tightly around the skinny girl’s delicate neck. Squeeze. Melina’s expression becomes distraught and panicked, her hands reaching up to grasp at mine. She coughs, voluptuous lips parting into an astonished gape. I lean in and kiss her sarcastically on the cheek while my free hand goes down between her legs. I kiss my way to her ear. She smells delicious, a subtle girly fruity scent. My fingers invade her little slit down below, digging harshly into a hole that’s neither wet nor willing enough. She lets out an unattractive croak, fingers prying weakly at a much stronger hand choking her soft throat, spittle dripping down her chin. I work a finger up inside her cunt, the insides seemingly sticky and moist at all times even when she’s not aroused. I twist a few times and then pluck the finger back out, raising it to my mouth and letting her hear me suck on it loudly right next to her ear. She has a strong musty flavor that sends a shiver of excitement through me, my cock prodding against her thigh. Madison is still underneath, lapping away at Melina’s asshole the entire time.
Then I release my grip suddenly, letting Melina gasp and wheeze for breath again. She seems to have gotten my point. She’s mine. They all are. The games aren’t fair. I’m not just another participant like the rest of them. If they misbehave, they have more than the Announcer to contend with. And at any moment, I can take things much further than the base rules of the games. I already have.
Melina regains her breath and slowly composes herself. Her expression gets serious, determined, and she begins humping her hips front to back, really rubbing and wiping her ass on the face under her. Madison sputters and groans, her whole body straining against her tight leather straps.
I continue to explore Melina’s body, softly kissing my way down her neck, her defined collarbone. She allows it. She has to. She stands sandwiched between a girl from her school licking her ass crack on the counter behind her and a boy from her school unabashedly molesting her from the front.
My hand squeezes a perky little tit, my mouth engulfing the big areola of the other. I bite and suck roughly, my eyes glancing up to see Melina’s reaction. She bites her lower lip trying to contain her absolute displeasure but doesn’t protest no matter what I do. So I do more, just to really hammer the point home — that I can use her however I want, and no one will stop me.
I taste my way down the underside of a small breast, down Melina’s ribs and belly. Then I kneel and shove my face between her legs without a thought for permission. I find Madison underneath, head peeking out from her position under the ass. The number ‘4’ labeled in marker on her forehead now smeared and illegible. I plant a kiss of greeting on her head and then join in on the feast, diving into Melina’s pussy mouth-first.
I inhale her strong natural scent, her flavor filling my mouth as I dig my tongue up into the tight hole. My fingers caress her warm inner thighs then spread her tiny labia apart to allow me to see more of her pink insides. Her pudenda a slightly darker color than the rest of her, with just a bit of bumpy imperfections from shaving. But these minor flaws only make Melina more appealing, grounding her otherwise model-like appearance. I suck and finger to my heart’s content. None of this is for her enjoyment, only for mine. To satisfy my sick curiosity. And just to show her that I can.
But before I know it, the 8-bit ding! goes off and the Announcer speaks again, “Task 4 of 4: Female 4 must perform fellatio on the male. Begin.”
The countdown beeps, and my heart races. Without a second thought for the Mexican girl, I shove Melina away and stand with cock in hand. God, I’ve been dying to shove it in something.
A string of precum drips from my tip as I aim. Madison lies bound on her back on the counter before me, head hanging off the edge, face a wreck, panting heavily after all the pussy and ass smothering her for so long. I grab her chin, pry her open hard, and shove inside without hesitation. A groaning sigh escapes me as I finally feel warmth and wetness wrapped around my raging cock.
The petite girl does her best not to puke, but she heaves and coughs repeatedly, completely unaccustomed to having a penis shoved into her goody-goody Christian mouth. I start pumping freely, not concerned with the schoolgirl’s well-being in the least. She gags, sending mucusy saliva splattering at my groin. I reach down and choke her little throat, the grip giving me great leverage to drive in and out.
When she seems ready to vomit, I pull out and let her recover, casually stroking my dick and smothering her mouth and nose with my ball sack while I wait. Then as soon as she gathers herself, I plunge right back in. This repeats several times more, holding her throat, pummeling, pulling out to stroke and wait. I can’t go very deep for fear of making her hurl.
She really sucks at this, but the feeling is unlike any other! Just knowing how chaste this girl is, how she would never allow this in real life, how I barely even knew this bitch. And yet I’m face-fucking her! Globs of spit drip down Madison Halpern’s pretty face, her natural blonde hair wet and swinging from the thrusting movement.
I enjoy myself thoroughly, reaching up to grab handfuls of her tiny tits, pinch at her nipples, even reach further across the counter to feel her fuzzy snatch. More pubes than I would’ve expected. But it’s so soft! I fondle the velvety petals spilling out from her slit. She lets out a muffled scream of protest, vibrating around my cock in her mouth. I almost explode right then and there.
But before I can finish, a victorious arcade game jingle accompanies the Announcer’s contented voice, “Punishment complete. The male must now help unbind Female 4 and line all players up at their respective walls. Female 4 is now the Wolf.”
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“What’s the time, Miss Wolf?” The women remember to use the correct title and manage to call out in unison. I stand lined up with them, each of us touching the wall on one side of the cafeteria. Though I participate alongside the ladies, I get to remain silent, and my eyes get to observe.
“4 o’clock?” Madison calls back timidly from far across the large room, lingering pain and fear making her voice quiver pathetically.
Together, the women and I turn and begin taking 7 steps toward Madison. My pace is lazy, unworried. I realize I’ll be punished like the rest of them if I mess up, and I have no interest in allowing that. But I’m able to see, so if I have to run I have a massive advantage.
I look around, my hand casually stroking my cock as I stare shamelessly at the naked ladies around me. Gabrielle and Mrs. Mandal both take small steps, afraid to get too close to the girl across the room that could tag them. But Melina takes long strides, almost leaping with each step. Cute seriousness on her face, determined to quietly get to the safety of Madison’s wall and leave the rest of us to get tagged.
The 3-second 8-bit countdown sound dings again, followed by the women’s voices in harmony, “What’s the time, Miss Wolf?”
“3 o’clock.” As we all step closer, I note how pure and smiley Madison’s profile picture looks up on the TVs. ‘Current Wolf’ above her yearbook photo. It looks nothing like the cream-covered slimy wreck of a tortured girl standing naked by the wall ahead.
Ding! “6 o’clock.” Madison’s voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s clear enough. We move… But this time, Melina messes up.
In her haste to reach the opposite wall, Melina accidentally takes a little half-step extra before fully stopping her forward momentum. “Female 3 has taken too many steps. New Wolf assigned. Punishment generated.”
“Wha– wait! No!” Melina shouts incredulously. But it’s too late. I chuckle quietly, watching the slender beauty cover her mouth with her hands in complete shock. She was so sure she could avoid this fate.
I gladly enforce the instructions that follow, grabbing each of the girls roughly by their arms, relishing in the yelps and resistances that come with herding them all over to the serving counter like cattle ready for the slaughter.
We’re told to use a different station this time. It seems the length of this counter offers a whole buffet of different punishment tasks.
It doesn’t take long for me to follow the on-screen instructions, strapping my classmate tightly onto the countertop, lying longways on her back. Looking at the counter, her hands are together pointing to my right, her feet together pointing to my left. Her body stretched as if reaching, diving.
Then comes the hot liquid. A dark substance pours down silently, and Melina’s bloodcurdling scream breaks that silence. “AHH FUCK! NO STOP!” I didn’t know the shy teen could get so loud. She shakes and spasms as the liquid coats her skin, the nozzle of the machine above panning slowly back and forth to cover more of her body. Is it… chocolate? Christ, this game is weird.
But I can’t help but be turned on watching the helpless schoolgirl writhe against her restraints, the scalding dark syrup juxtaposing beautifully against her softly tanned flesh. She’s slowly covered from head to toe, the chocolate painting her like a donut. Oozing down the sides of her legs and hips. It pools between her pressed-together thighs, right into the creases of her crotch. It flows across her stomach, up across her small tits, making her nipples disappear. Chest, neck, underarms, accentuating the contours of her figure. She squirms and screeches tempestuously until her voice becomes sputters and coughs, the syrup filling her mouth and covering her pretty face. Finally after an eternity, the hot stream slows to a drip, and Melina is left shivering and groaning in agony on the counter.
Just as before, the Announcer commands us calmly, “The male must enforce the following task. Players have a 3-second countdown to begin. Female 3 must be continuously licked by all other players until deemed sufficiently cleaned. Begin.”
The bizarre rules make my dick stiffen, and I waste no time grabbing handfuls of hair and shoving the ladies around me forward, making them bend down over the bound Hispanic girl. The women shout in protest, recoil from my forceful touch, scrunch their faces in apprehension. Aadya tries to turn away, cursing as I smush her struggling cheek onto Melina’s hot chocolate-covered belly. Gabrielle squeaks as her lips are pressed onto a perky breast. After a few sharp slaps, Madison obediently gets to work toward the feet. Melina has become a smorgasbord, a sampler platter.
The chocolate is starting to cool a bit, so after ensuring each woman’s compliance, I join in. My tongue flicks out to taste the upper side of her chest, right next to Gabrielle who licks below the nipple. It’s… spicy? Chocolate with chili pepper? My mouth begins to tingle, but it’s oddly delicious. Is this supposed to be some reference to Melina being half Mexican, some cruel insult?
I shrug and slide my tongue across her petite tit, swirling and sucking at the nipple before shifting the other way to lick down into the divot of her neck. Then up to her quivering face. She grunts cutely, mouth panting from humiliation and residual pain. I hold her face steady and engulf her mouth with mine. Her muffled scream fills my mouth with her hot breath. I suck the tasty syrup off her lips, my tongue invading down inside, forcing her into the least consensual French kiss imaginable. Then I lick grossly up the side of her face as she shouts and vibrates with objection.
With Melina’s arms raised above her head, biceps tight to her ears, her armpits are left lewdly exposed. I grab Gabrielle next to me by the hair and yank her over, forcing the teen to share in lapping at the indecent place. Both girls whine but neither can stop it. My tongue laps next to Gabrielle’s, feeling the slightest bit of rough stubble beneath the chocolate.
After a minute, I leave Gabrielle there to continue without me as I explore elsewhere along the charcuterie board of yummy meat. The spiciness makes the task challenging, my head buzzing, my senses whistling with heat.
I hug my arm around Mrs. Mandal, joining her at the schoolgirl’s midsection. My tongue glides along the modelesque slopes of Melina’s torso, her ribs, down across her thin but soft belly. My hand meanwhile violates the teacher bent over the counter next to me, reaching around the back to freely enjoy Aadya’s big rump. She reels back, but I spank her and hold her head down onto Melina with my other hand. My fingers grasp harshly, squeezing the older woman’s thick ass cheek, then they feel their way down the warm crack to the fuzzy snatch in the center. I turn and kiss my teacher on the cheek with teasing playfulness then shift her further down Melina’s body. We lick together, traveling across pronounced hip bone, over hairless pubic mound, then loitering for far too long at the crotch. With Melina’s legs tight together, I make my teacher dig her tongue down the crease to get at the pussy. I smush my face in there with her, my tongue driving deep, my mouth pressed against Mrs. Mandal’s, my fingers prying and spreading so we can access as much as possible. We breathe each other’s warm breath, the smell of Mexican chocolate syrup filling the air along with a hint of pussy-musk. Sticky licking sounds accompanied by the soft whimpers of four girls. Cheek-to-cheek with Aadya, I suck at Melina’s cunt-lips, a lovely mix of flavors filling my mouth.
Then I work a finger into the teen’s vagina, ignoring her shouts of “No! Oh God please stop!” In and out, twisting and hooking, chocolate acting as great lube to penetrate the tight unwilling hole. No doubt the spicy heat adds to her torment.
Madison has already used her mouth for the nastiest of things today, so I use her to clean up the worst spots. Make her lick between toes, over to the other end to suck clean Melina’s chocolate drenched hair.
Minutes of fun go by as we devour the schoolgirl delicatessen, wolfing down our meal like beasts. Gross smears of brown syrup remain here and there when the Announcer finally relieves us of our duty. I shake my head in awe at the sight. Melina’s skin is left red and raw. I wouldn’t be surprised if these poor girls have lasting damage from this twisted game.
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