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You were, to put it bluntly, considered the perfect masochist in the Murkoff facility.

You had given up on the hope there would be some sort of escape from this place long ago. Once you let go of your inhibitions, you were able to excel at the trials. You had nothing else to do besides perfect yourself. You began to live for the thrill of the trial, no longer looking at it with disgust anymore. It began to feel like your whole purpose the longer you stayed here. You had lost a part of yourself as you began to adapt to Murkoff, but you gained so much more. You had done every trial there was, perfecting them until you aced them.

Well, almost all of them.

The final trial you never perfected, the one you hadn’t touched yet.

A brand new one, known as ‘Hunt The Animals’.

It was a trial that took place in a forest set, one where you had to find and kill three scapegoats using the microwave trigger and bring them to a campfire to burn them. After, you’d have to locate the forest ranger and ‘feed him to the wolves’. You were tasked with other things as well, such as putting out any sort of forest fire and investigating the watchtower. It was a trial you had purposely avoided, considering the majority of it was outdoors and in a dark forest. You had heard whispers of how difficult the trial was from other reagents, and you weren’t exactly excited when you stepped into the shuttle. You hadn’t felt this nervous about a trial in a long time, your nerves on edge as you sat down in one of the chairs. The TV began to display Dr. Easterman, his pre-recorded message echoing in your ears.

“You are the provider, having the power to take away everything in an instant. Filthy animals and sin run rampant throughout the forest, the corruption of the deals and secrets that lay hidden in the trees invisible to everyone but you. The Ranger himself has been tainted, attempting to leave his post and shed light on what happens in the deep woods. Find the Forest Ranger and take care of him, and we will let you out.”

A lie they told you that you got accustomed to long ago. You were never being let out.

Green gas began to fill the room, your eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to it. You could feel the familiar eeriness creep into your body as the shuttle arrived at the designated location, watching as the restraints were lifted from your chair. You stood up and stretched, letting out a small groan before you began walking over towards the shuttle, entering it and mentally preparing yourself for the trial to begin.

You let out a small shudder as the door slid to the side, revealing the set itself. Fake grass lined the floors, with large dark trees being planted as far as the eye could see. They cast shadows over the dim set, and the familiar mutterings of stray grunts who lost their minds could already be heard. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down as you took a few steps forward, glancing around to grab the items you needed. After obtaining a spare battery and a bottle, you knew you couldn’t linger around much longer.

Despite most of the set being ‘outdoors’, you were able to find your way around pretty quickly. The set was as gruesome as every other trial; dead bodies dangling from the trees, fake animal taxidermies covered in blood, the usual set for a trial. You worked quickly and efficiently to track down each of the scapegoats, managing to escape most of the other Ex-Pop’s without being seen.

But of course, something always had to go wrong.

He just had to be the Prime Asset of this trial.

None other than Leland Coyle.

You and Coyle didn’t start off on a great note. Of course, none of the Prime Assets liked you, but he seemed to be out to get you on purpose. The few other times you participated in trials with others, he seemed to purposely go after you. You also happened to be the one with the best aim, so it was your job to throw bricks and bottles at them to help your team. You had landed a particularly nasty shot directly next to his eye once, and you’re pretty sure that’s what has started his hatred for you ever since. Sure, there were a few times where you threw things at him just for fun and gathered items just to use them at the end on him, but what’s the harm in that? You had to get some enjoyment out of all of this!

It took him a moment the first time he spotted you, but he recognized you quickly. Coyle felt rage slowly beginning to burn at him at the recognition. “You sneaky little bitch…” He muttered, before raising his voice. “I should’ve known it was your sorry ass! You’re mine!” He yelled, not bothering to give you a second to register his words as he began chasing you. You cursed under your breath, not giving him the dignity of a response as you reached for a brick, turning around and throwing it right at him. It hit him square in the chest, causing him to stumble back slightly and groan.

Great. You pissed him off further.

You didn’t waste any extra time dwelling on it, quickly running off and hiding behind a particularly thick patch of trees. He wasn’t able to find you, and that only pissed him off more. “I’ll get you soon, and when I do…” He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. The implications of it were enough. Seeing him angry was somewhat amusing, considering you were fairly confident you could finish this without getting hit by him once. You had done it before, so why not again?

Getting cocky wasn’t ideal, but it was hard not to with your track record.

Not to mention…

It was oddly exciting seeing someone hate you so much.

You were efficient in completing the trial, bringing each of the scapegoats bodies to the fire and burning them. You eventually reached your next task of finding the forest ranger, which despite the atmosphere, wasn’t as difficult as you believed it’d be.

Maybe this trial wasn’t as bad as you thought…?

You looked down at the man who was tied up in a shed, his whimpers and cries falling on deaf ears. You had long since stopped caring about the way they’d cry and plead, their desperation eventually turning into anger towards you.

“Why would you do this?!"

A question often repeated by them.

“You’re a sick fuck, you hear me?!”

Reasonable reaction, though it wasn’t really fair.

“I’ll do anything, just please… Don’t kill me!”

Unfortunately, you had no choice.

You remained silent as you glanced up at the TV screen in the shed he was hiding in, which displayed and repeated the same three words.

“Make him pay.”

They didn’t need to ask you twice.

‘Feed him to the wolves’ was a rather fancy way of saying they wanted you to put him into a meat grinder and throw his body past a fence to be eaten. You were tasked with dragging him via a rope towards a grinder near the watchtower, which was much easier said than done. You weren’t a weak person by any means, but dragging a grown man via rope while trying not to get caught by a police officer who wanted you dead, among other psychotic characters, really wasn’t easy. Despite the difficulty, you managed to drag and grind his body up, watching with a slight grimace as his meat was dispensed into a bucket. You picked it up, fighting the urge to gag as you began walking with the meat towards the fence.

On the other side of the fence laid different scapegoats and grunts, all of them starved and desperate for food. They clawed and bit at the fence as you approached, their humanity broken. They acted more like rabid animals than people. You silently approached and tossed the bucket over the fence, watching with disgust as they scrambled over and began eating, consuming the first nutrients they’ve had in weeks. It was a horrific sight, but you didn’t dwell too much on it. You couldn’t, unless you wanted to lose your mind just like they did. You glanced over at the metal stand with a button on it, slamming your hand on it to mark the completion. Just like clockwork, Coyle appeared.

“Goddamn animals, I didn’t want you feeding them! They could’ve lived another few weeks without eating that son-of-a-bitch ranger!” He yelled, banging his shock baton on the fence. Sparks of electricity ran through the metal wiring, scaring the poor grunts into huddling in the middle. “You’ll pay for this… You stupid, vapid whore!” Coyle screamed as the familiar sirens played, marking the completion of your trial. You began backing away as an intercom message began echoing throughout the set.

“Please exit the trial.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

In an instant, you began running in the opposite direction. Admittedly, this was the part you had dreaded the most. Your one weakness in these trials was your horrible sense of direction. You had no idea where the shuttles were, and you could feel your heart begin to race faster in your chest as you ran past the trees.

Where the hell were you going?!

The panic began to set in as the seconds turned into minutes of you running around, not able to figure out where you came from. The trees all looked the same, and you knew Coyle was on your trail, along with God knows who else. You couldn’t afford to stop for even a second, but the amount of time you had spent running began to catch up to you. You couldn’t take it anymore, eventually stopping to catch your breath, panting heavily. Your vision was slightly blurry, your legs feeling wobbly as you glanced around.

You barely had time to register the shock baton digging into your back, electricity currents flowing throughout your skin as you screamed.

You stumbled to the ground, barely having time to brace yourself as you looked up, seeing none other than Leland Coyle standing over you with the biggest grin on his face. Stupid bastard and that damned smug grin. “Looks like I caught myself a stray bunny…” He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing your hair, yanking your head upwards and forcing you to arch your back. You let out a wince of pain, your vision still trying to recover from how much you had ran, along with the shock.

“You’ve been a real pain in my ass, you know that, sweetness? Throwing shit at me, making me work to catch you…” He said, looming over you with a sadistic smile on his face. “Now that I finally gotcha… Why don’t we play a little game?” He offered. You hesitated for a moment before opening your mouth to speak, before he reached down and shocked you again, causing you to scream once more. “Let’s say… If you can make it back to the shuttles without me catching ya, I’ll let you leave scott-free. But if I catch you…” He didn’t elaborate just yet, chuckling as he listened to your ragged breathing. “Your pretty little ass is mine. I’ll have my fun with you, and you aren’t doing a damn thing about it.” He said, lowering his voice as he leaned closer to you. “We have an understanding?”

You slowly nodded, your vision beginning to come back as you focused on his face.

He grinned, getting off of you and adjusting his already hard cock through his pants. “Good. I’ll count down from ten, and I expect you to be running like a little rabbit when I get to one.” He commented, not giving you any time to stand up as he began counting down.

“Ten…”

You immediately scrambled to your feet, looking around for any indication of where it could be.

“Nine…”

You ran off in a different direction, trying desperately to find the shuttle.

“Eight…”

Your mind wandered as you began to think about all the things he would do to you if you didn’t make it in time. Your heart was racing.

“Seven…”

You couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of lust towards him. The way he hunted you down, over something so small, made you feel wanted. In a way, you wanted him to catch you.

“Six…”

What the hell were you thinking?! You needed to snap out of it, no matter the fact you could already feel a familiar dampness in your panties. You continued running, your eyes widening faintly as you saw a familiar light post.

“Five…”

Little did you know he was right behind you, muttering the counting in a way you couldn’t hear. He wasn’t going to let you escape, not with how you disrespected him.

“Four…”

You felt a smile spread to your face as you saw where you had once come from.

“Three…”

You could see the shuttles in the distance, the button calling your name. You stumbled over your own feet, but managed to stay upright.

“Two…”

You were so focused on getting to the shuttle, you didn’t register the hand reaching out towards your hair. You were almost in front of it now.

“One.”

You felt your heart sink as the familiar sensation of fingers threading through your hair registered, his hand gripping it tightly as he yanked you back. You let out a cry of agony, feeling your arousal and pain rise as you stumbled back against him. You attempted to struggle out of his grasp, but nothing worked. He chuckled as he looked down at you, enjoying your struggle. “Looks like you lose… What a shame. Almost there too.” He mocked, keeping a tight grip on your hair. You could feel your scalp burning, your breath coming out in pants as he started dragging you away from the shuttle.

He eventually brought you over to a more secluded part of the set, the trees making it harder to see what was happening behind them. He let go of your hair, only to grab you by your shoulders and shove you against a tree. You winced as you felt the bark digging into your back, but you couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched together with arousal. You weren’t sure why a sick part of you was getting off to this, but you were. Maybe you were lonely after spending weeks doing nothing but risking your life, maybe you just hadn’t masturbaited in a while and needed some sort of stimulation. Whatever the reason was, you couldn’t deny that you wanted this, even as you fought to save face.

“Let’s see… What should I make you do first?” He mused to himself, his eyes roaming over your body. “Why don’t you turn around and present that sweet ass to me, sweetness? Show me what you’ve made me work for.” He commented, laughing to himself. Despite the desire to give in, you didn’t move. You told yourself it was to defy him, but there was more to it than that. You wanted to see how he’d keep you in line, how he’d make you submit to him. His smug expression turned into a frown, and he quickly raised his shock baton and dug it into your arm. You let out a cry of pain, making his grin return to his face. While he wasn’t using a high voltage, he wasn’t about to go easy on you. “I said turn your ass around. Don’t make me ask twice, unless you wanna be fed to those animals next.” He commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

This time, you complied, turning around and bending over slightly to present yourself to him. It was a humiliating position, but one he loved. You could feel your face heat up slightly as you kept your hands pressed against the tree in front of you, glancing behind you to see his eyes roaming up and down your body hungrily. Without any hesitation, he reached down and grabbed the waistband of your pants, shoving them down, along with your underwear. You gasped as the cool air hit your bare ass, feeling your body tremble slightly as he grabbed one cheek roughly and squeezed.

“Mmm.. You’ve been hiding all of this from me? Naughty girl…” He muttered, suddenly raising his hand and smacking your ass hard. You let out a yelp, your grip on the bark of the tree tightening slightly, You could tell just from the way he smacked you that it’d leave a mark, and judging by that look, he wasn’t about to just spank you once. “Since you decided to disobey the law and run from me… Why don’t I smack this pretty little ass for every second I counted? It’s only fair, ain’t it?” He asked, not waiting for an answer as he raised his hand and smacked the other cheek. You let out a whimper, hesitantly muttering under your breath. “One…”

“Say it like you mean it.” He replied harshly, spanking you once more. “T-Two..!” You counted, trying to keep your voice steady. He didn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes wandering downwards as he suddenly reached and spread your ass. You felt a shaky breath leave your lips as your glistening pussy was exposed to his gaze, a full on grin spreading across his lips. “Well, well, well… Looks like you’ve been enjoying this more than you’ve let on. Little whore, enjoying taking your punishment…” He degraded, letting go of your cheek before smacking you again. The lack of stimulation was killing you, but you continued to obey and count, eventually reaching ten.

You were out of breath by the end, your body trembling and your ass a deep shade of red. He looked over your body with approval, though he was far from done with you. He reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back to speak directly in your ear. “Why don’t you show me how grateful you are for me not killing ya? On your knees. Be a good whore.” He spat out, not bothering to give you time to react as he shoved you onto the ground, forcing you on your knees. You felt a sense of disgust rise in you as your bare knees hit the grassy floor, but that disgust was quickly replaced by arousal as you watched him use one hand to unbuckle his belt while the other gripped your hair.

You watched in awe as his belt dropped to the ground, pulling his pants and briefs down just enough to reveal his throbbing hard cock. The tip already was leaking with precum, his dick practically hitting you in the face as it sprung out. Your eyes widened faintly at how aroused he was, though you knew you shouldn’t be surprised. “Be a good girl and start sucking. If you do a good job, maybe I won’t kill ya… Maybe. And don’t even think about biting. I’ll rip you something fuckable if you do.” He said, yanking your head forward as he pressed his tip against your lips, coaxing you to open your mouth. You paused for just a moment before slowly opening your mouth for him, to which he shoved his cock inside. You couldn’t even gasp as he began thrusting in and out of your mouth. You could only take around half his cock before you began gagging, but he didn’t seem to care.

Luckily, he didn’t shove his entire cock inside your mouth. You would’ve choked to death if he did. Your eyes filled with tears as you sucked his cock, the taste of his skin and cum filling your mouth as you did. He loved the way your eyes got glossy, the way you struggled to take him in but continued to do so to please him. It was so fucking hot the way your mouth stretched over him. He could feel his own arousal building, his need to cum making him thrust deeper. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he suddenly pulled out of your mouth. A trail of saliva connected his tip and your tongue, his cock covered in your spit as he reached down and began stroking himself furiously.

“Open wide, bunny,” He said, his teeth grit in pleasure. “Got a present for ya. Swallow it all.” He commanded, watching as you obediently opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him. It was a humiliating position to be in, but you couldn’t help the lust that coursed through your body as you sat on your knees for him, waiting for his cum. It didn’t take him long to finish, a groan leaving his lips as he spilt his load over you, cumming over your face. You closed your eyes as you felt his cum land on your skin, coating both your tongue and some of your face. You complied with his command and swallowed every drop that landed in your mouth, slowly opening your eyes and looking back up at him when he was finished.

He was breathing a bit heavier than before, looking down at you and grinning. “That’s a good whore… Taking it all. I’m feelin’ a bit generous today… Stand back up and turn around.” He said, watching as you obeyed his command. He grabbed your hips and positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. “Beg for it. Beg for me to punish this cunt of yours.” He said harshly, raising his hand and smacking your ass again. The reestablished pain made you whine, squirming slightly in his hold. You felt humiliated begging, but you couldn’t help how good this all felt. You wanted him to fuck you badly, and you’d do whatever it took to get there. “P-Please… Please fuck me. I’ll do anything, just… Please…” You whimpered, your voice breaking slightly as the tears in your eyes slowly fell down your cheeks. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction hearing your begging, and without any warning, thrusted deep inside you.

You let out a startled cry, your legs threatening to give out underneath you at the sudden penetration. He held you tightly, not letting you fall as he began pounding into you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over. You gasped and moaned underneath him, your face flushed and tears running down your cheeks as he brutally fucked you. It was amazing, but it wasn’t enough. Your clit was left understimulated and needy, pleas for more leaving your lips as he continued to fuck you senseless. “You want more, huh?” He asked, watching as you nodded. He grinned, smacking your ass even harder than before, making you cry out. “Don’t be a greedy bitch. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful for it.” He continued to ignore your pleas for more, keeping you just on the edge of pleasure.

He could feel his climax building again, and it didn’t take him long to finish once more. He grunted as he came deep inside you, his seed filling you up as you writhed beneath him. Your body was throbbing with need, your hand slowly reaching down to touch your clit, desperate for any sense of friction. Before you could even reach it, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from touching yourself. He ignored your whine of protest, smirking down at you.

“You wanna cum that badly, huh? Fine. I’ll only do this once, since you’ve been a good slut and were listenin’ to my other commands.” He said with a scoff, letting go of your wrist and grabbing your hips once more. He spun you around, shoving your back against the tree as he pinned you against it with his own body. His cock was pressing against you as his hands wandered down your body, finally touching your clit. You gasped at the sensation, which he quickly silenced by leaning in and kissing you roughly. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, but you didn’t care. You eagerly kissed him back, closing your eyes and moaning into the kiss as he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them. His thumb rubbed your clit while he continued to finger fuck you, his pace rough and aggressive, just like the way he fucked you. Finally being able to cum was the best feeling in the world at that moment. He pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as you came, your eyes rolling back as you moaned his name loudly, your thighs trembling around his hand as you finally came on his fingers.

You were gasping for air once you had finished, your breathing heavy as he pulled his fingers out of you slowly. You glanced down, your face heating up when you saw your own fluids mixed with his cum on them. He didn’t hesitate to reach up and press his cum-soaked fingers against your lips, shoving them inside your mouth. “Lick em’ clean for me, sweetness.” He ordered, watching with a perverse sense of pleasure as you swirled your tongue around them, sucking them clean. He pulled them out of your mouth once he was satisfied, pulling his pants back up and adjusting himself. “I’ll let you off the hook… For now. Go on, scram to your little sleep room. But just know, if I see you in a trial again…” He paused, leaning forward to speak directly into your ear. “I’ll fuck you. Again and again. I don’t care who you’re with, what you’re doing, or what you say. Your ass is mine.” He warned, reaching behind you and spanking you one more time, chuckling to himself as he grabbed his shock baton and walked away. He left you dazed and trembling against a tree, not caring how you got back.

- - -

It took you a bit to find the shuttle once more, stumbling to the shuttle with cum leaking out of you and into your underwear, your pants barely on right as you struggled to get back to the debriefing. For the first time since you had been there, you got a low score. Reality set in as you quickly remembered there were observers all around the set, meaning they had seen everything Coyle had done to you. Embarrassment burned bright on your face as you took a step forward in the hallway, ignoring the observer who was staring at you through a glass wall as you waited for whatever Easterman would say.

“...I suppose I didn’t expect that outcome. You seemed to have taken the literal approach of ‘fuck the authorities’. I suppose I’ll keep this in mind next time I observe your trial.”

Even Easterman sounded confused, like he didn’t know what to exactly say about what he had observed. You were extremely embarrassed, but what could you do? You’d already been fucked silly in a trial, dazed with cum dripping out of you. Not much to do about that now.

All you knew is that the bastard was going to pay for humiliating you like that.

No matter how much you enjoyed it.