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 2
“3 o’clock.” Melina’s voice is shaky, the high schooler still affected by her recent torturous ordeal. But I can tell she’s determined to not let herself lose like that again. She stands at the wall across from us, focused and listening hard. The Announcer has implemented a new rule that we’re not allowed to use the same number more than three times in a round, preventing us from spamming 1 over and over. Still, as we get closer, Melina strategically uses low numbers, trying to gauge the perfect time to spring. The way her pretty head is tilted back, I can tell she’s listening for a specific voice. And when she finally says “Lunch time!” I watch her whirl around and make a beeline right for the weakest of us all, the one who’s already been diminished by a previous punishment.
Patting of bare feet, followed by the slapping of naked skin on skin. 8-bit sounds blast around us as she slams into Madison hard, grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair, swinging the poor girl in a circle and falling with her to the cafeteria floor. Melina’s sheer desperation is admirable. And kind of hot.
Madison breaks down into tears on the way to the serving area, practically making me carry her. She knows how bad it was the first time and clearly can’t bring herself to be the target of a punishment all over again.
I follow my instructions and place her at a new station on the counter, the on-screen pixel-art of how to position her body making my dick throb. Several leather straps lock her into place, unable to budge. Madison lies on her back, head facing away from me, butt half-hanging off the counter, legs spread, young cunt pointing straight at me. She can shake her head back and forth, but a strap around her neck chokes her if she tries to lift her head from the counter. Her arms are bound straight down at her sides, hands underneath her spread-wide thighs. Her legs are nearly in the splits, parallel with the edge of the counter. I can’t get the straps tight enough to make her ankles touch down to the counter, but I pull until she screams like the instructions tell me to. Her body trembles from the strain.
Madison shakes her head frantically, squealing, “No! No that’s too far! Oh God, you’re hurting me!” Her belly heaves with rapid breaths.
When she’s ready, the Announcer gives us our punishment task, “Female 3 must now insert four fingers inside the vagina of Female 4. Begin.”
My jaw drops. Gasps and cries of shock and anger surround us. But Melina remains stoic and silent, trying to mask her nervousness as she steps forward obediently. I join her, taking hold of her hand to guide her to Madison’s exposed snatch. Her fingers begin prodding her classmate’s pussy while I bend down to explore it face-first. I’m not told to, but I want a bite of Melina’s finger food. And no one can stop me.
I start at Madison’s inner thigh, kissing my way along the milky white flesh. The warmth is incredible, the soft skin so delicate! Her taut muscles vibrate from the forced splits. I taste my way further in, shoving Melina’s hand out of the way for a minute. Madison’s pussy is small and compact, but her stretched position forces her labia to part open a bit, light pink pure lips. Everything’s covered in sloppily trimmed blonde peach fuzz. The teen begins bawling from disgust and shame as I shove my nose right in and inhale her young vagina. The pubes tickle my skin, the inside of her pussy slightly sticky on my nose. She barely has any smell, maybe the vague mustiness of stale piss and sweat, but she’s such a lovely thing I don’t even mind. I taste, licking the lips then plunging my tongue right into the folds as deep as I can, wriggling around inside her, sucking, nose pressed to pubic mound to breathe her scent some more. Madison’s pussy tastes surprisingly salty. Not unpleasant, but somewhat overwhelming. My hands knead at the little butt cheeks hanging slightly over the edge of the counter right underneath my meal, my thumbs occasionally molesting the wrinkly brown asshole in between, just because it’s there.
But suddenly I feel Melina next to me again, brushing against me, her hands feeling for me. She leans in close, her warm breath tickling my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. She whispers nervously in my ear so only I can hear, “Are you actually blindfolded?”
She feels me gasp silently. And when I don’t respond, she continues more confidently but still quiet as a mouse, “I knew it! Did the Announcer really tell us everything about this game? You can probably end this… or go easy on us… can’t you?” The way I hold still, the way I don’t respond seems to give her all the answers she needs.
Her whispers give me goosebumps. I melt at the feel of her soft lips touching my ear. It’s a ploy. Intrigued, I let her continue, my fingers still casually playing with Madison’s cunt, “I’ve been forgetting things after eating. Does that happen to you too? I think they’re putting something in the food. I skip meals sometimes… to remember. And the effects take a while to build back up again.”
Melina’s hand touches mine, both of us molesting Madison at the same time. She slides a finger in beside mine. Her other hand goes to my crotch. She finds my dick. Squeezes. Strokes the length gently. I inhale, my cock flexing in her palm.
Her warm breath again, “I know we’ve been here a long time. Weeks… maybe more. I know you enjoy these games. I won’t beg you to stop.” Her hand glides up and down my shaft, a finger swirling around my tip, coating my glans with my precum. “Instead, I want to work with you. Please…”
Melina takes my hand, raises it to her head, and then lowers herself with it, makes it appear to the cameras that I’m grabbing her by the hair. She bends, her breathing heavy. Her mouth opens… and engulfs me! I exhale an involuntary sigh of bliss from the warmth, the wetness. Tongue caressing in circles, lips sucking deeply. She pumps a few times, trying not to cough, trying to ignore the taste of other women on my penis. Then she withdraws with a pop! burrowing her face up under my throbbing erection, nuzzling her nose into my ball sack, my dick flopped over her blindfolded eyes and forehead. Her hand still holds my hand tightly to her head, as if I’m making her do this. She moans, rubs around fervently, sniffs loudly. Fucking Christ she’s inhaling my balls!
“Please… just show me mercy. I promise I’ll make it fun for you.” Her mouth goes back to my cock-head with enthusiasm.
I pull back, unsheathing my finger from Madison’s cunt and shoving it into Melina’s panting mouth to shut her up, as if to tell her she doesn’t call the shots here. She grunts but accepts it, sucks the salty juices from my finger, desperate to convince me. I don’t respond.
My mind races with possibilities. I can already take anything I want from this girl. From any of them. Why should I make compromises? Still… this is fucking interesting.
I stand upright again and nudge Melina forward harshly, still considering her offer. She turns her attention to the task at hand. We’ve had enough of a detour. Four fingers still need to be inserted.
Madison should be thankful I loosened her up first, added saliva as lubrication. Because Melina doesn’t go easy on her, twisting a fingertip into the blonde’s cunt with unexpected severity. Madison screams, but two more fingers are already working their way in. Only a knuckle deep on each, but already the pussy looks like it can’t take any more.
Such sudden heartlessness! Melina is committed to her strategy, almost acts as if she enjoys this sadism. But I notice her lower lip tremble. She’s putting on this tough act, hoping to please me, hoping the punishment ends quicker if she’s rough like me. She’s pretending to like it as if that’ll ruin the fun of raping her, make the game masters and me avoid her. But I allow it, actually respecting her tenacity. It could be fun watching her try so hard, have someone to dominate the game alongside me.
Four fingers inside and Madison is bleeding. She’s clearly never done anything like this. Turns out she was completely inexperienced and innocent. No doubt a virgin. I guess she’s skated by without playing any games on the island until now, somehow able to go unnoticed in the background just like she always did in real life.
I grab Melina’s wrist and shove the fingers deeper, stretching the pussy excruciatingly. Horrible screams fill the cafeteria, but I pump the hand, twisting, watching the trickle of blood leak down onto the girl’s little asshole. Innocence taken, wasted on a classmates fingers.
“Female 2 must clean the vagina of Female 4 using only her mouth. Begin.” Despite her insidious words, the Announcer’s voice reminds me of a recorded voice in an airport or train station, so professional and nonchalant. But unlike a recorded voice, it’s clear that some of these tasks were not preplanned, not randomly generated. There’s an actual woman behind the cameras watching us, reacting and giving us live instructions.
Any hesitation might send hot liquid shooting down on the girls again, so I help them along. I grab Gabrielle’s lovely caramel hair, bend her down, and shove her right into the sloppy mess. The girl goes completely hysterical as I smush her face around, smearing blood, spit, and pussy juice. The popular girl’s pretty face makes a great mop. I pry open her jaw with my other hand, making sure she really gets in there. The teen sobs, squeals, forced to lap up her classmates bloody vagina. My cock rages like steel right behind her head.
“The male must now perform vaginal intercourse with Female 4 until ejaculation. Begin.” Finally. God, I’ve been waiting to do this! Ignoring the cries and objections all around me, I shove Gabrielle aside and step forward, aiming my cock. I’ve had my fill of this teen’s sounds, smells, and flavors — now it’s time I fill her in return.
I feel her tear a bit as I plunge inside far too quickly, her inexperienced vagina struggling to expand and adapt to the sudden unwanted intrusion. I hear myself groan loudly, the intense heat of Madison’s pussy squeezing almost painfully tight around my meat as I enter. Pure bliss. I can only fit half my length inside her, and my jaw drops when I notice her thin lower abdomen swell from my cock within. I touch the area with my fingers, marveling, completely tuning out the screams the girl produces. I pull out slightly, then jab back in, my fingers feeling my penis moving around in there beneath her little belly. I try to stab deeper, but my cock-head bumps into her cervix and stops. No matter — even though the girl is a bad fit for me, she’s still wonderful. Without hesitation, I begin humping at a vigorous pace that serves my needs alone.
I feel wetness on my ball sack as I pump in and out selfishly, and I glance down to see blood leaking out around my pistoning shaft. She’ll survive. I shrug and carry on. My hands slide up her stomach, admiring her tone figure. The slight dampness of sweat making the experience even more erotic. I pinch and tug at her pink nipples, toying and grasping handfuls of her tiny breasts. Then further up to that adorable screaming face. I grip her neck, strangling the sound of her voice for a moment. Then I caress her chin and soft cheeks lovingly before going rough again, smearing drool and snot around her face and shoving my fingers in her mouth. This position is awesome! Every fun part is within easy reach.
My hands go over top of her inner thighs spread before me, giving me wonderful handles to ready pummel her. Then I lay my body down, belly to sweaty belly with the helpless teen. I slobber at her tits, up her neck, kiss her cheek, filling my lungs with her essence. Then standing upright again, I reach underneath her spread thighs to hold both her sweaty hands bound to the counter at her sides. Her nails dig into my palms, but I hold tight, pulling toward me with every thrust of my hips.
It’s as if it doesn’t matter how much I wreck this girl. I’m allowed to do anything I like, and we all forget and reset tomorrow anyway. My hand reaches up to her head, grasping a handful of blonde hair and pulling harshly toward me. Her head can’t lift, the strap around her neck binding her to the counter. She chokes. Spit flies up. I pull harder. Her guts seem to contract tighter around my dick. Her face goes blue.
The smell of sex, the metallic scent of blood. The squelching sounds, the soft pat of balls slapping butt cheeks, the creaking of leather straps. And the screams, like a dying fawn being devoured by a wolf. It’s all so overwhelming! I breathe deeply, letting the feelings take me, not resisting the sensual overload. I finally release her hair and she gasps for breath, her vagina spasming around my meat. At the last second, I decide to pull out.
I grab my cock. Jerk wildly. Aim. And shoot all over Madison’s bloody mess of a vagina. I paint her with long streaks of white cream, her wispy blonde pubes matted with a mixture of awful fluids. Her little cunt-hole remains gaped slightly for a moment, winking at me, unsure what to do with itself after such a traumatic ordeal. I slap my still-pulsing cock up and down on it then rub around in the mess, admiring my work.
“Female 2 must clean the vagina of Female 4 using only her mouth. Begin.” I barely comprehend anything, my head light, my lungs gasping. I sit up on the counter and passively watch as Aadya tentatively steps up to do her task. I smile watching her struggle not to vomit, forced to lap up the frothy mixture of blood, semen, sweat, and vaginal fluids from her student.
* * *
Still recovering and somewhat brain-dead in my post-orgasm haze, I’m barely present for Madison’s next turn as Wolf. She can hardly stand, knees shaking, voice raspy and quivering. When she calls “Lunch time”, I step easily out of the way and watch her shuffle past. But somehow, the recently violated Madison does the impossible. Gabrielle trips while fleeing, yelping and falling loudly. And Madison tags her exhaustedly.
The short, ‘slim thick’ brown-haired teen complains the whole way over to the serving area. Gabrielle is a rich mean princess, used to getting her way. But her pleading goes unanswered as I follow my instructions on the screen, setting her up at a new station. I lay the whiny bitch on her back longways on the counter. Her wrists get strapped down, and her head gets completely immobilized by restraints, making her blindfolded face stare up straight at the machine hovering above her. The rest of her tan-lined body is left free to flail and kick about. It then has me insert an intimidating gag-like device, like some mouth opener a dentist from hell might use.
She tries to bite me, “What are you–? Get away from me!” But I slap her face and pry open her jaw. “Ah! Ahh! Ehh hurrr!” Her tongue wriggles around as I take the opportunity to stick a finger in and violate her mouth a bit, just for kicks. And boy does she kick! I grin, playing with her body.
The Announcer explains happily, “The liquid will only stop pouring when a player urinates into the mouth of Female 2.” I watch with bated breath as the machine above begins dispensing a viscous hot liquid right down at Gabrielle’s open mouth. The girl goes to scream from the pain of the scalding hot liquid, but her voice becomes a gurgling croak as her mouth is filled. “The task is complete when all five participants have urinated into Female 2’s mouth. Begin.” Wait, all five of us? That means… I shake my head, rushing into action as Gabrielle’s legs and body begin thrashing around wildly. The girl will actually die if we don’t do this quickly.
I stand on the counter with my feet on either side of her and aim my dick down. Is this… caramel? Runny hot caramel syrup, maybe a degrading reference to Gabrielle’s hair color and soft golden tan? She coughs and spews it all over her pretty face and neck and hair. With a sigh, I release. I had to piss anyway after cumming recently. And what a satisfying way to empty myself. A stream of warm pee shoots down onto Gabrielle’s small tits, then up her body to land right into her caramel-filled mouth. The machine stops dispensing the hot fluid, and the girl begins sputtering instead on a different sort of salty treat. She spits and coughs and gasps for breath every chance she gets. I hear arcade sounds going off, and a progress bar on the TV nearby displays 1 out of 5 completion.
Relieving myself is easy, but the other ladies prove more difficult. Melina helps me urge everyone up on the counter, the Mexican beauty still hoping to win me over. I pat her on the bare butt as a sarcastic ‘thank you’. There’s shame on her face, but she rallies the other girls, voice trembling as she asks, “Who- who has to go? Hurry! Someone get over here!”
When neither of the other girls wants to move, Melina helps me force them. We position our teacher into a squat over Gabrielle’s torso, just as caramel starts pouring on her again.
“No! No, I can’t! I can’t do it!” Aadya whines hysterically.
“You have to, Mrs. Mandal! She’s drowning! Come on, I’m trying to. We have to make ourselves go.” Melina stands crouching a bit. Several long seconds go by, the coughing of Gabrielle the only sound in the room.
Then Melina exhales, “Ah! Ok I’m going. Where is she?” I help aim her. The smell of someone else’s piss wafts up, but watching it spray out, watching Melina yank up on her pubic mound in a cute effort to aim it. God this is so fucking hot. I turn her slightly, pointing her stream at the pried mouth below. Arcade sounds go off, signifying our progression.
Aadya finally calms herself enough to begin trickling a bit of pee of her own. I hurry behind the squatting teacher, hugging my arms around her, my hands brazenly spreading her cunt, tugging at her dark pubes to make the spray of warm urine shoot forward a bit. Three of five.
Madison is the hardest of all. The poor girl is broken from her previous rape and torture, pussy still bleeding, mind blank. She barely seems aware of her surroundings. I’m forced to shove her under the hot caramel to wake her up and give Gabrielle a breather. After plenty of shouting from Melina, we get through to the girl. She dribbles out a few drops from her bladder then rolls off the table screaming from the scalding pain.
Finally the last remaining player to pee is Gabrielle herself. I manage to lift the girl’s legs, curling her body into a shoulder stand, legs kicking frantically in the air, butt pointing straight up. But the constant guzzling of syrup becomes too much. The schoolgirl passes out, body going limp. I hold her butt cheeks, keeping her vagina elevated.
Meanwhile Melina is down on all fours next to Gabrielle’s head, slapping at her face, screaming at her, “Wake up! Stay with us! You need to pee! Just pee and it’ll be over!” Aadya joins her, desperate to save her drowning student.
My attention is on the wonders before me however. I spread her chunky ass, kneading the pillowy flesh in my hands and admiring the sight down the middle. I gently rub her puffy little outer labia, tickle the velvety lips within, even prod at her crude brown asshole with my thumbs. Anything to try to coax some urine out of the unconscious girl.
Finally a dribble of yellow tinkles out, flowing down her sweaty belly, between her tiny breasts. I aim it better, shoving her butt higher and letting gravity drizzle her mouth with her own piss. The caramel stops as droplets of pee gently fall between her glossy lips and perfect teeth, ending the nightmarish punishment task.
* * *
I find myself wondering what will happen if Gabrielle is unable to catch anyone as Wolf. As she weakly calls out numbers across the room at us, she appears unable to stand, let alone chase us.
But on the third round of call-and-response, something miraculous happens to save her. Mrs. Mandal messes up. The other girls call out simultaneously, but Aadya’s voice is a split-second out of sync, “What’s the time, Miss Wolf?” It’s a technicality, but it’s enough to get her the ominous 8-bit failure sound and the Announcer’s calm voice telling us to head to the counter again. I smile, yanking the screaming teacher by the arm.
* * *
Mrs. Mandal lies facedown, all four limbs spread wide and bound down flat on the countertop. She’s in a frog-legged forced splits position. I remember my biology class when we dissected frogs, splayed them like this. She’s bent at the knees, feet wriggling around hanging off the counter facing me. Her big ass on display before me, jiggling slightly as she squeals and struggles against her leather straps. I nudge Madison’s hand, and she shoves obediently, to the anguish of our teacher.
Silverware had been waiting for us at this station. A knife, fork, and spoon. The task is for each other girl to insert the handle of one of the utensils into the anus of Mrs. Mandal. When all three are in, we will replace them with… my utensil, to complete the task.
I guide Madison’s hand, but ultimately she has to be the one to insert it. It’s so hot watching her sob, not wanting to do this to her teacher, but afraid of disobeying. I glide my free hand up and down Aadya’s bare back and butt, enjoying the way her mocha skin glistens with sweat, the feel of her slick tone back, her meaty butt cheeks. Madison works the thick rounded tip of the fork handle into the gross near-black sphincter. By the look of it, the 34-year-old woman may never have stuck anything up this in her life. The dark wrinkles stretch, pried open slowly. I spit and rub around with my finger. Unkempt little pubic hairs all over make the sight even more disgusting, and yet I couldn’t be more turned on.
Next is Gabrielle with her spoon. She takes too long, that annoying teen voice of hers whining with hesitance. And hot chocolate syrup comes pouring down on her teacher in retaliation. The creamy liquid hits Aadya’s back, sending her into a spasming fit of screams. The machine above then starts panning back and forth, the syrup running up her back to her beautiful black hair, then back down to her plump ass, oozing down the middle of her cheeks. Gabrielle hurries to end Mrs. Mandal’s suffering, twisting the end of her spoon until it pushes in beside the fork. But the damage has already been done. Half of the Indian teacher’s mocha body is painted with an even darker chocolate glaze, scalding her shiny sweaty flesh.
Next, Melina takes the handle of her butter knife and pushes it at her teacher’s butthole unsympathetically. It clacks against the other utensils and slides in with little difficulty. Aadya moans in agony, chocolate still dripping down around the silverware in her butt, soaking her pubes and running down her cunt-lips.
Arcade sounds ring in my ears. That’s all three. Her butt is loosened up now, ready to take the fourth and last object. I grab all the utensils and pull hard. Aadya yells, her asshole gaping slightly. Luckily there’s no shit. Even if there were, it might go unnoticed among all the chocolate running down her ass crack.
I pause for a second to admire the sight of the bitchy teacher I always hated, sprawled and strapped onto the cafeteria counter, naked, covered in chocolate, molested asshole winking at me. Then I hold my cock, aim, and take the plunge forward.
The feeling is divine. A ring of tightness gripping almost painfully hard around my dick, fighting me. Then further in it seems to open up, pleasantly loose. The warm syrup acts as lubricant, and I push with unforgivable disregard for Mrs. Mandal’s well-being until I bottom out inside her bottom. My hands massage her big cheeks and thighs and love-handles, my senses too overwhelmed with bliss to hear her screams.
The punishment task ends quickly once I’m inserted, 8-bit sounds dinging happily. But I enjoy myself for a quick couple dozen pumps. It’s not every day I get the chance to fuck my teacher in the ass! I grab handfuls of her pillowy butt, still slick with chocolate. Slap, squeeze, spread apart, smush together with my cock sandwiched in the middle thrusting away.
I pick the fork back up from where I set it on the counter, toying with my teacher, playing with my food. I rake the sharp end across her skin, down her back, across an ass cheek. She quivers and squeaks from the sensations. Then I reach the fork underneath my balls, working it into the unused cunt beneath the anus filled with my cock. The fork scrapes its way inside, prong-tips making Aadya yelp and curse indignantly. With half the fork inside her vagina, I begin cranking the handle around so that the sharp end twists and stabs at her insides.
When I bore of this, I resume a brutal humping pace, dick churning her rectum, my hands back on her thick cheeks. The whole time, my mind wanders back to real life when this woman would yell at us in class, in the hallways. A proud feminist art teacher. A married woman much older than us high school boys. She was untouchable. Superior. Intimidating.
* * *
I watch a trickle of bloody chocolate run down Mrs. Mandal’s inner thigh as she stands at the wall, shaking, her breathing ragged.
“What’s the time, Mrs. Wolf?” the other girls call out for the third time.
The teacher curses under her breath, clearly distracted from the pain. “Uh… S-seven!” She winces, reaching back and holding her bleeding butt.
I feel the room hold its breath as we all realize her mistake before she does. “Shit! I mean 7 o’clock! 7 o’clock!” Too late. Arcade sounds go off, the Announcer already initiating a punishment task. “No! No, I said 7 o’clock!” She protests annoyingly.
But I step forward to begin dragging her to the serving area. The grown woman kicks and screams the whole way, like a child throwing a tantrum.
* * *
Again Mrs. Mandal is up on the counter, this time at a new station. She’s forced into a squatting ‘crab walk’ position. All four limbs spread pretty far apart, leather straps on her wrists and ankles, with nothing but hands and feet allowed to touch the countertop. Her belly faces up, her butt droops hovering above the counter. Her knees are spread, shaking, straining. Her cunt points right at me as I stand licking my lips at the sight.
Aadya is instructed to remain in this difficult position for an undisclosed cumulative amount of time without letting anything but her hands and feet touch the counter. I’m the only one that sees the TVs displaying a whopping 10 minutes. If she touches down, the clock stops, and she’s punished with hot liquid before continuing. The position alone is strenuous, but the rest of us are also commanded to lick continuously at Mrs. Mandal’s privates!
I gleefully grab the other girls’ heads and shove them forward with me to start the timer, arcade clock sounds dinging as we begin. We all squish ourselves together to get our heads in between our teacher’s dusky thighs. I’m surrounded by the wonderful smells of girly perfumes, sweat, musky crotch, chocolate, and a hint of metallic blood.
Little Gabrielle and Madison stand bent over the edge of the counter smushed under my weight as I wiggle in over top them, forcing their heads toward the dark crude asshole lower down. Meanwhile I hug Melina in beside me, cheek to cheek with her at the vagina. Although Melina’s mouth has been all over my cock and other genitals, it hasn’t done half the nasty things the other mouths have done today, so I don’t mind sharing Mrs. Mandal’s pussy with it.
My cock jabs against Gabrielle beneath me as I’m overcome with sensations. The warm naked flesh of all the girls around me. Our faces all struggling to find the right angles, twisting to get all our mouths at the crotch at the same time. Panting breath filling the tight space between the older woman’s knees. Hissing nostrils straining for breath. Grunts and whimpers from high school senior girls forced to lick their teacher against their will. The sticky sounds of saliva, wet tongues sliding against wet tongues. Occasional gagging as the two girls beneath me have the more unfortunate task of lapping at the filthy bloody asshole. And the mix of flavors that fill my mouth! Cunt juices and leftover sweet chocolate syrup.
Aadya tries her best, shouting wildly, trying to ignore the discomfort, the debilitating licking of her most sensitive parts. But by minute 3, it becomes too much for her. She wilts, her big ass drooping lower and lower until finally we hear a loud ominous arcade failure sound. Followed by piercing screams as dark chocolate drizzles down onto her bare chest.
The rest of us take breaths of fresh air in the short reprieve from our duty. Melina continues to act as my assistant, holding Madison and Gabrielle in place while we wait. I watch longingly as the squealing teacher on the counter lies crumpled awkwardly, searing syrup pouring continuously down on her thrashing body. When she fails to get herself up, I decide to help lift her back into crab position. I wriggle two fingers into her cunt-hole and lift cruelly upward until she’s forced to put some muscle into lifting herself. The liquid stops flowing, and when all four of our mouths are back at it, the clock continues ticking.
Mrs. Mandal’s plump body looks so delicious glazed like a chocolate donut like this. Syrup drips slowly down her sides, down from her hanging ass cheeks. Her dark skin tone glistening even darker, shiny and wet, trembling under the strain of the painful pose. I suck on the thick flaps of outer labia. I dig my tongue inside her hole. Some chocolate drips down around my lips from her belly, plastering her pubic hairs down flat.
Around minute 8, she collapses once more, and her screams go ragged and hoarse and weak. She might be going into shock from the pain and exhaustion. Her body twitches pathetically, but she barely responds to anything, even when I try to lift her with my fingers hooked up into her twat.
I decide our feast of tasty crab meat has gone on long enough. I whisper to Melina to help me, and together we get our hands under our teacher’s ass, careful not to burn ourselves. Then we shove Gabrielle’s and Madison’s heads underneath the big butt, letting her sit her full weight on her little students. They squirm and shriek getting burned and sat on underneath, but we hold them there. It seems to count as Aadya not touching down on the counter, so we wait out the clock and finish up the task.
* * *
Mrs. Mandal leans slumped against the wall where I left her. Her plump dark curves jiggle slightly from the burden of standing, chocolate syrup still dripping slowly from her naked body onto the floor.
“What’s the time, Mrs. Wolf?” The girls around me call out again. Aadya’s voice responds weakly each time, barely above a raspy whisper.
When we get about two-thirds the way across the cafeteria, the wreck of a woman finally croaks out, “Lunch time.” Everyone runs.
And when the fatigued teacher fails to catch any of us before we reach our wall, she falls to her knees in defeat, holding her blindfolded face in her hands and sobbing unflatteringly. She looks as if she doesn’t know if she can physically handle yet another punishment. When she hears my footsteps approaching, she begins softly pleading under her breath, “N-no… Please. P-please, not again…” I ignore her, yanking the woman to her feet while Melina helps me round up the others.
The Announcer’s voice declares, “Final punishment task generated…” Several gasps echo around the room. This is it. Maybe the endgame is triggered when a player loses three times. The girls all seem somewhat relieved to know the end is almost within reach, but I just smile wickedly, ready to make the most of my remaining time with them.
“Position the females according to the on-screen diagrams…” I follow the Announcer’s instructions, almost unable to contain myself as I excitedly get to work, shoving the girls one after another up onto the counter.
Female 4 goes on the bottom. Madison gets placed sprawled out on her back on the counter, delicate arms and legs spread wide like a starfish, straps on wrists and ankles, bound tightly.
Female 3 is next. Melina gets placed in 69 position atop Madison in a similar outstretched manner, lying flat out with all her weight on the thin girl below. Melina’s arms and legs are bound to Madison’s limbs so that the girls lie tightly belly to belly, Melina’s crotch inches above little Madison’s face. The blonde on the bottom groans from the weight, the hard counter unpleasant under her back.
Female 2, Gabrielle, gets stacked belly-down on top of Melina’s back, with her face hanging over the ass crack beneath her. Gabrielle is shorter, so her crotch straddles Melina’s shoulder blades. Her arms and legs get pulled by leather straps as wide as possible just like the other girls, drooping down over the bodies below. All three girls yelp and shout miserable complaints.
Female 1 tops off the pile. Aadya is the thickest and heaviest of them all, and at least as tall as Melina. The girls below scream with pain as the teacher is sprawled out facedown on top, alternated the other way just like Melina. Aadya’s belly is on Gabrielle’s back, her face hanging right over the girl’s ass, her crotch straddled over the back of the girl’s head. Like the others, the teacher’s arms and legs are spread wide in all directions, though they slope down toward the countertop. She wiggles around constantly trying to use her hands and feet to prop some of her weight up, but it’s hardly any help with how stretched she is. Finally a few more straps bind her around the midsection, smashing all four bodies down tight and secure.
“The task is over when the male ejaculates. Begin.” I’m not told how to proceed! I’m given no other parameters, no timer, no game. It ends when I cum. Whenever I decide basically. I let out a giddy burst of merriment and step forward holding my raging cock and admiring the noisy pile of meat.
The women make a giant sandwich of writhing flesh. Each girl alternates facing a different direction — looking at them from one end, I see head, ass, head, ass. Poor Madison screaming in pain on the bottom, the only girl on her back. The other three ladies lie facedown whining with nearly as much discomfort. A double-decker 69. A layer cake, moist with sweat, several syrups, and the wonderful flavors of femininity.
I stand on the counter, rich with choices, and decide to dip into my teacher first. I’ve raped her ass already, but now I want her pussy. I grab her butt cheeks and spread. The dark cunt is a mess of wet pubes plastered down with chocolate. I aim and plunge. Without warning, without permission.
Aadya squeals. I sigh. My hips hump on their own, my cock stabbing into a vagina that tries to push me back out. She’s not ready at all, but there’s plenty of lubrication to help me slide in and out. Plus she’s not exactly tight. The woman must have plenty of experience. So I don’t feel bad going all out on her, jackhammering my teacher’s sloppy snatch.
My swinging ball sack brushing against the back of her pretty little head, Gabrielle pipes up annoyingly from below, “Ah! Stop! Can’t you just jerk off?! Please, just let it end!” That’s true, I could just cum quick and save them from this nightmare.
But instead I pull back and lift Gabrielle’s head up by the hair, quickly shoving my cock deep into the teen’s mouth to shut her up. URP URP GURP!! I let the popular girl from my school clean our teacher off my dick, putting that dumb mouth of hers to better use.
Then I pull out of Gabrielle’s gagging skull and kneel down while she gasps and coughs dramatically. She spews copious amounts of slimy saliva all down the crotch of Melina right below her. Gripping Gabrielle by the hair, I shove her face down into Melina’s crack. Then my free hand does the same with Madison on the bottom, lifting her by her blonde hair and smushing her face up into Melina’s cunt right above her. Their yelps are muffled as I rub them around, smearing Gabrielle’s spit, clearing my throat and adding some of my own. I make the schoolgirls’ faces meet in the middle, sharing the ass and pussy of their classmate, cute noses brushing each other, mouths practically forced to kiss.
Then I slide my cock between the two faces, prodding my tip at Melina’s drenched entrance.
I hear her shy voice from the other end, “Hey! W-wait what are you–? I thought we–” But her words turn to incoherent shrieks as I force my inside her young cunt. I let out an involuntary growl as bliss washes over me. Melina is super tight and unprepared, but her insides are slick and inviting. Even against her will, she seems to form to me, as if meant for this. Melina needs this. I needed to humble my new little sidekick, make sure she knows there’s only one male in these games, and he does not share power.
Still holding the other two girls by the hair, I smush them together with my cock sliding in and out in the middle, mashing Gabrielle down onto Melina’s asshole, smothering Madison up under my clammy ball sack.
But suddenly I realize when I avert my attention from Aadya for too long, hot chocolate comes pouring down onto her back from above. She screams bloody murder as her flesh is scalded yet again, the whole stack of women shaking from her violent tremors. The syrup runs down her sides, dripping onto Gabrielle’s thighs and hips below her, making the teen join the guttural chorus of anguish.
I stand again and start jabbing my cock at Mrs. Mandal’s dark brown butthole to stop the flow of liquid from above. I feel her tear a bit as I force my tip into her sphincter just like earlier. A trickle of blood oozes around my dick, down her cunt, dripping onto Gabrielle’s hair below. The teacher vibrates with pain, her voice a constant husky wail.
I defile Mrs. Mandal’s asshole just long enough to enjoy myself, splitting her open for nothing more than a quick sample. I pull out and point down slightly, plunging right into her unsuspecting pussy. I soil her cunt with her own filthy ass, cleaning myself with the older woman’s vagina.
Then, lost in a fever of carnality, I race around the other side, shoving my slick cock into Aadya’s open mouth, stifling her moans of torment before she knows I’m there. Her muffled scream feels amazing on my dick, and I almost make her vomit as I thrust too enthusiastically, making her taste all her own horrid flavors I’ve been digging out of her body.
There’s so many things to fuck, I can’t help but move from one to the next. I pull out of Aadya’s jaw and squat lower to aim at Gabrielle’s crotch underneath. It’s hard to get a good angle at the shorter girl smushed between the taller ones in the stack, but I manage to shove my tip at her puffy little entrance. A nice pudgy warm ‘innie’ cunt. With my meat coated in plenty of teacher-spit for lube, I work myself inside. Unable to hold back my eagerness, I pierce into the poor schoolgirl way before she’s prepared enough to accept me. Damn it another bleeder. I ease up, slowing my pace and savoring her tight insides.
I hold Aadya’s face in my hands while slowly fucking the girl under her. My fingers caress my teacher’s beautiful face, wiping the dark tears of running makeup from her sultry cheeks. Her forehead still has the number 1 written on it, marking her as Female 1 for this game. My touch turns degrading, my fingers playing with her face. Pinching, prodding, slapping her cheek. I shove my fingers into her sobbing mouth, casually watching her gag and struggle not to puke. All the while, my hips pump in and out of Gabrielle beneath her.
This is fucking incredible! Anything I want to do, these girls are mine. It feels like yesterday I just saw them all in real life. Untouchable women I could only dream of. Yet here they are, my playthings.
While I pull out of Gabrielle and aim my frothy cock up into Aadya’s mouth, I take in the whole experience. While I force my teacher to clean my cock of her student’s blood and pussy juices, I gaze from one girl to the next, comparing them all as if critiquing food at a restaurant. I shift from hole to juicy hole for minutes on end, trying to decide my favorite.
Madison Halpern, the delicate thin blonde. She was a virgin before today. Now she lies suffocating and crushed underneath the others. I remember seeing her at school. I can’t believe I got to explore every inch of her.
Melina Ruiz, the tall and elegant Mexican-Greek girl who wants to work alongside me to avoid the worst of these games.
Gabrielle Sadowski, the snobby rich girl I used to think was above me. Now look at the bitch, a disgusting mess. She’s so fun to fuck though.
Aadya Mandal, the insufferable feminist art teacher. Violating her, putting her in her place like this, I could do this all day. But as far as favorites?
In the end, I decide to neglect Aadya. Deserting her, and dessert-ing her. Letting the machine pour some more hot icing on top of my cake of women, I decide to finish up inside the best hole. Melina. I sink inside her once more. That inviting wetness sucks me in, fitting my cock perfectly, whether it wants to or not. As I grab hold of her soft hips and proceed to pound her into oblivion, I find myself wondering if she’ll reconsider her offer after this. As I bury myself to the hilt over and over, punching her cervix in the back, I wonder if she’ll keep trying to assist me in these games.
With naked crotches staring me in the face, with the smell of women and sex filling my lungs, with a sweaty glistening chocolate-glazed heap of beautiful females writhing before me, I can’t hold back any longer.
I pull back a bit, keeping my tip just inside Melina’s sopping hole… and I unload at last. Waves of ecstasy drown my senses, sending my head spiraling into a sweet numb intoxication.
My exhausted body moves on primal instinct, my hands pressing down on the stack of women to squeeze my jizz out of Melina’s trembling pussy. I watch it ooze and drip down from her pink lips to Madison’s face below. And without thinking, I raise my softening dick to Gabrielle’s mouth right above to make her clean me up.
As I stand upright, panting, I barely hear the arcade sounds blasting throughout the room. 8-bit sounds of victory. The Announcer’s voice declaring the game over. I dismount the counter, totally spent, my breathing slowing down. I gather my clothes, ready for a nice cool shower.
But as my eyes return to the pile of ruined women left quivering on the counter, I find myself wondering if it means anything that Aadya was the one to end the game by losing three times. Does this simply give her one of her 10 games needed to get off the island like it will for the other girls? Or is there some darker fate in store for her as punishment for losing?
I shrug, exiting the cafeteria without a further thought for the bound women. My stomach growls. Hmm, maybe it’s time for some lunch.
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