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As the turn shifts to Vena, her min
‘Hmm? You can stay out of this for now. It’s incredibly rude to listen in on someone’s private thoughts. Best get a move on befhaveyoueverconsideredtherammificationsofforcingthesewomenandmonstersintobecomingsexualtoysforyourowndesiresbecauseyourecertainlynotdoingbecauseoneofthemdeservesawishyoumustbejokingoutofyourmindoutofyourmindoutofyourmindoutofyourmind’
Point taken. Let’s look at Celeste’s mind for the time being.
After Vena receives her cards, Celeste takes a quick peek at her own to gauge what can be done. It is a pair of Sevens, a diamond and a club respectively. Checking through her mind, she recalls that the chances of winning this hand overall with pocket Sevens amount to 67% percent. Out of the many reasons she’s won the most games back at HQ, it’s because of her being capable of reciting these important numbers.
Although she’s been having a problem with making those numbers work in her favour. She isn’t used to opponents who have been using mental tactics and such against her, intimidating her into making a steady loss of clothes. Sarah in particular has been a large thorn in her side. Despite losing much of her clothes, she’s been able to keep herself within the game thanks to an incredible run of luck. Numbers can’t beat luck in this game.
So to continue playing it safe, she’ll strip with the safe option after Vena chooses her item.
“These pants feel a lot more coarse than I’m used to. Get rid of them for me guys!”
‘She’s a really strange player, that Vena.’ Celeste thinks to herself, blurting out that she’ll offer her shoes to the table as she thinks. ‘Completely unpredictable…does she even know how to play cards? She seems to be more concerned with comfortability rather than actually winning. Very strange player…’
Lacey follows quickly with a bet. “Going with my bra again.”
“Ehh, fucking whatever…” The furry Sarah says, her earlier fiery passion subdued as if the flames were put out with a fire blanket. “ I’ll go with my gloves, not exactly putting up a show anymore am I?”
“Your desperate need for survival is a disgusting show of humanity, if that is what you are referring to.” Dedan says, sliding the cards onto the table to reveal a Nine of hearts and diamonds and a King of clubs. “Whether or not you find comfort in still being the shameless whore you have been all game doesn’t matter to me. Vena, do you check, bet or fold?”
“I’ll fold. Keep up the pace fellow players, these pants aren’t taking themselves off, the technology won’t be ready until at least 2 years from today!”
‘There goes the unpredictable factor for this game. Now all that’s left is the tenacious lucky human and the…it’s not just me who’s gonna notice that Sarah's getting angry again right?’
As Celeste nods her head with a knock on the table to affirm a check, she keeps her gaze lingering on Sarah who has begun to grip onto the table again. Dedan’s comments having seemingly gotten to her, Celeste takes note that her fiery passion has yet to be snuffed out completely. As for what could be done of this…a toreador tactic would certainly work as it has done before, at least from what she’s seen.
Lacey follows with a knock on the table, her cheerful smile fully retained. Celeste takes note of her directing the smile towards Sarah. It’s not scientific to say but she’s got an inkling of a gut feeling that says she might be the one to properly knock out Sarah once again. The smile is a front the same way the despair was last round, but for a different cause. While before it was to hide a winning hand that’d slow roll Sarah, this is to enrage Sarah into making another big bet that’d fail against Lacey’s hand.
Celeste decides to help the cause.
“Sooo Lacey…how did you learn to play poker?” Celeste asks, shifting her attention away from Sarah for the time being. “Just asking because I told you how I learned and I never learned about your experience.”
“Oh it’s no problem for me to answer!” Lacey responds, settling back into her chair as Vena and Celeste check, a Queen of hearts being the chosen card. “It’s something I’ve learned through a lot of practice on my home computer when I was younger, one of those online poker sites was one of the few games that didn’t have parental access on it. Certainly took a lot of emotional trial and error since it was one of those sites you had to pay real money to play on!”
“Where would you have gotten the money for something like that?” Vena asks, continuing to take drags out of her small stub of a cigarette.
“Family member’s credit card.”
“Surely you would’ve gotten in trouble for using something like that on gambling though.” Celeste chimes in, stretching her arms out that unintentionally presents her bare chest for the cameras to see.
“That’d only be if I ever got caught. It happened here and there but…it stopped.”
“...When you managed to get better at the game, right?”
“Y-Yeah! I’m no poker master but I’ve learned some tricks and skills from those times.”
“It’s really quite incredible…I dare say that you’re the best poker player at this table.”
“Oh hush, that’s not true!”
“There’s no need to be modest, compared to everyone else who’s played you’ve proven yourself to be a credible foe.” Celeste takes a brief look at Sarah, who’s own eyes are burning deep into Lacey. It's a cold and internal fury but it has to be brought back to the raging inferno it was before. Luckily, Lacey catches on to what Celeste is doing when she also takes a peek at where Celeste is staring. The warm smile turns sly as she takes it upon herself to continue the cause.
“Well I suppoooose it wouldn’t hurt to acknowledge myself as a talented player. I’ve only got two items left though, do you really think I could make it far in this tournament?”
“You’ve already made a lot of progress as is. You just need to keep on being lucky as you’ve been throughout this game and you’ve got it in the bag!”
“That does sound feasible…I’m not the only good player in this tournament so far though, right?”
“Hmm? Who could you be referring to?”
“Why you of course! You’ve been doing incredibly well for yourself, you’ve obviously got a knack and brain for the game. I’ll have to keep an eye out on you.”
Taking a look back at Sarah, her anger is becoming properly visible. Her eyes and fingers are twitching, her mouth brought up into a snarl. There just needs to be one more factor that will either complete the decided plan or will take out the secondary target.
“If it’s alright…would you like to test out your luck against me? Dedan is waiting for you to check, bet or fold. If you bet on this hand, I’ll bet another item of my clothing we’ll see who goes out on top. Are you in?”
“Hmm…you know what? To see who’s the best player on this table, I accept your bet. I’ll throw in my panties, may the best player win.”
Lacey and Celeste shake hands, before Dedan turns his attention onto Sarah.
“What kind of pathetic joke is this? Is there supposed to be some sort of humour, treating me as some piece of trash who’s already lost? Do you THINK it’s fucking funny?! You know what, fuck you. Let’s fucking go, take my god damn shoes while I’m at it. I got no other tricks up my sleeves, this is all I’ve got. Let’s dance, you pieces of shit!”
Jackpot. Dedan flips over the next card, a Ten of spades. When the turn comes to Celeste, all she does is toss her cards back to the monstrous dealer.
“Ah sorry, I’m afraid I’ll have to back off this bet. But hey, at least you’ve got someone who’s willing to be your partner for this.”
Lacey’s smile falters a bit from the slight betrayal, until the smile returns to be fully formed as it was before.
“Reveal your cards, wretched whores.”
Sarah and Lacey spare no time in flipping over their cards, barely waiting for the other to see them perform the act. Both of them believe that they have the better hand…and yet.
Total Votes:
Lacey - 0 Votes
Vena - 1 Vote
Celeste - 7 Votes
Sarah Henderson - 8 Votes
Sarah Henderson is the loser!
While Sarah has a two pair of Nines and Jacks…Lacey has a King high straight, owing to her offsuit Jack and King. Sarah looks on in abject horror as the realisation that once again, she has lost from pure dumb luck. The hedgehog form shifts away in a quick plume of black smoke, leaving her naked in her seat. She stares at her own hands in shock, realising that her form has given up on the game.
“Hehe…looks like that astrology reading Maisie did is working out for me after all!” Lacey blurts out, rubbing the back of her head with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
As Vena slips off her pants to reveal a jungle-forest of a bush before placing them onto the cushion of the chair and Celeste slips off her shoes, Sarah steadily picks herself up off of the chair. Standing up reveals herself to have a moderate amount of pubic hair, kept mostly to top with a stubble around the sides instead of hairy all around like Vena. Sarah turns to Dedan, a vacant look left in her eye.
“Without your desperation, there is nothing left but a pathetic paper tiger. A monster with cardboard fangs and little ambition of worthwhile note. You have truly lost the game and your dignity. The elevator calls for you. Get the fuck out of my sight and never stain this game with your horrendous cunty personality.”
The elevator lets out a mildly loud ding, as the doors open up to reveal the white light from before. Sarah digs her fingers into her palms, attempting to regain her composure through deep breathing and a readjustment of her posture. Walking into the light, the doors close behind her.
As it has happened before, nothing happens aside from the dimming of the lights. Before long, the electronic screen nearby the doors switches from static to a camera view shot. Similiar to the last stream shot, it’s from the perspective of a cam-corder. Unlike the other however, the one holding the camera isn’t focused on capturing anything. The lens is held down to the floor, swinging across what appears to be a dirtied wooden floor that’s being dimly lit from above.
“Fuck…Been a fucking while since I’ve ran like this, pieces of shit don’t even tell me why…” The cameraman says, spoken in a somewhat deep-pitch with a slight husky quality. The cameraman stops at a door, with a slim light peeking through the open part of it. “This is where I’m supposed to go to, I guess. How the fuck did I even get here? All I remember is-”
“Martin?” A nasal voice from behind says, catching the cameraman off-guard as he screams and flicks the camera towards the voice. It belongs to a brown-skinned man in his late forties, with curly black hair and a stubble on his chin. He wears a purple shirt with the word ‘The First to Go’ written in white on it, with brown jeans complementing the look. “Is that actually you?”
“Michael? What the fuck? You actually look like you…this is another one of her games. Has to be, that psycho bitch has finally thought of something new to taunt us with.”
“God I hope not. At least we’re normal now. Wait…where’s Luther?”
“I’m right here.” A stoic voice breaks out, coming from the right of Michael. Stepping through the darkness is a man just about reaching his fifties, with a right-side fade with an abundance of hair on the left, a dark five-o’clock shadow on his face. He wears a black leather coat and cargo pants, with a blue scarf draped around his neck. “Guess we’ve all made into a new level of hell…hang on. Martin, what’s with the camera?”
“Oh this? Not really sure, I just had it in my hands when I got…let out.”
“Is that so…it’s odd. I was given something too.” Luther dives into his coat pocket and fishes out a small remote control device. “It only has one button on it. I’m in the mood to press it so unless Michael’s got something to bring for show-and-tell, I’m gonna see what this does.”
Michael checks through his pockets for a short moment, before his fingers eventually touch on something. Bringing it out for everyone to see, it’s revealed to be an incredibly small object, smaller than Luther’s remote control. Martin steps in close to see what it is, pointing the camera towards it. It’s a key, a small circle with a rectangle sticking out of with tiny notches coming out.
A moan is then heard from behind the door. Martin jumps back in fear, siding himself with the others. “What the fuck was that?!”
“It’s alright, I just pressed the button on the remote. Now I really am curious to see what’s right there.”
“Shouldn’t we just…wait?” Michael asks, huddling close to Martin. “This could be a safe spot before Sarah takes us back to that hell. I want to feel like myself first before we go.”
“It’s gonna be alright.” Luther affirms, stepping ahead of the other two. “We’ve been through fire and brimstone because of Sarah. Just because she’s got us as our human selves doesn’t mean what’s coming next is gonna be any worse than what’s been done before.” He grips onto the door knob, pushing it open with a small smile. “What’s the worst she can give…us. Oh.”
Martin follows behind, holding the camera by his chest. “Well shit, I gotta see this now. Scootch over, I gotta see what made you speechless.” Martin lets himself into the room, before suddenly stopping just slightly ahead of Luther. The camera points towards the centrepiece of the room, which is lit by a fireplace from behind and a ceiling light.
It is Sarah Henderson, who is currently bound, gagged and blindfolded in the middle of the room. She wears a leather helmet around her head that partially covers her ears and completely covers her eyes, with a purple ball gag strapped to her mouth. Her arms have been restrained behind her back within black full-sleeve arm binders, while her thighs are pressed tightly against her calves in similar binders. She currently rests on her back, with a hitachi wand vibrator pressed against her vagina. It is held in place with sticks that lead out from the restraints around her legs.
“Oh God tell me it isn’t fucked up guys, can’t we just have a litt-Is that fucking Sarah-” Before Michael can finish his sentence, Martin quickly turns to him and extends out a hand to cover his mouth. Once Michael quiets down, Martin withdraws the hand before turning it into the shushing gesture.
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Martin flips around in place, turning to face Sarah again as he silently approaches her. Resting the camera as carefully as he possibly can be directly in front of Sarah, Martin then begins to approach the bounded ghost with his hands out-stretched. The camera catches a glimpse of his outfit, big blue jeans with a red and white Hawaiian shirt. He kneels down beside Sarah on her left, his hands hovering over her naked body.
He makes contact with her stomach, letting his fingers tap onto her skin. Sarah jolts from the touch, murmuring to herself in a confused tone. Martin’s hand drops further onto Sarah, his palm now fully touching and dragging itself across Sarah’s belly. Her murmurs take on an angered tone as she shifts about in place, unable to move much owing to the restraints.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Michael whispers to Martin, standing next to him as he tugs at his shoulder.
“Taking advantage of the situation. Dumb fucking cunt has had it coming.” Martin slips his hand down further to Sarah’s pussy, dragging his palm across the coarse pubic hair. Once he reaches the top of her entrance, he begins to pinch at her clitoris with his thumb and index finger. Sarah’s head rocks back towards the ground, as she tries to worm out of Martin’s touch in a fruitless maneuver.
“Seriously, knock it off! Dude if she gets out of this, she’s gonna fucking massacre us.”
“That’s for later. I give a shit about what’s going on now and what’s happening now is that I get to use this useless carpet-muncher the way she was meant to be used.” In saying that, he moves the hand away from Sarah’s pussy to bring it to the gag around her mouth. Before he pulls it down, he undoes his belt buckle and releases a girthy yet average-sized dick. He shuffles up closer to Sarah’s mouth and then with a quick pull, he shoves his cock into her mouth.
Gripping tightly onto the back of her head, Martin forces her to suck and swallow on his member. She gags on the thickness of it, yet he still forces his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. A viscous amount of spit leaks out of the side of her mouth, something that Michael decides to capture with the camera. He pushes it close to the scene, capturing Sarah's red cheeks that are pushed out when Martin presses his cock against the inside of her left cheek.
Michael quickly pulls it back to film himself taking off his own pants, undressing himself to reveal a relatively average dick. He lowers himself to Sarah’s chest, slapping his shaft onto her breasts. It helps her jolt even further from the stimulation, before Michael starts to press his dick into one of her nipples as he jerks off into it.
“Hahh…thought…thought you weren’t gonna be interested Michael.”
“It’s just as you said man…gotta take advantage of the opportunity.”
“Jesus guys, you’re acting like animals here.” Luther says as he approaches the two, Michael quickly pointing the camera towards him. “You’re doing no better than how Sarah would treat you if she ever got the idea to do this to us.”
“Oh shuuut the fuck up!” Martin shouts back, the camera being pointed towards him to reveal the heavy-set fat man with a bald head and a big bushy beard that makes up Martin’s appearance. “Don’t pull your god damn morality policing on us, I was sick and tired of it when we were alive. If you’re just gonna waste time on telling us that we’re no better than the fucking lady who killed all of us when it was just you that killed her first, then go sit and the corner and wait for this to be done with. If anything, we deserve this shit more than you do.” Martin takes his dick out of Sarah’s mouth and then slaps it against her lips.
“Is that right? What makes you think you’re allowed to use her body like this?”
“Martin’s got a point man…We only just hid the body. We barely did anything while you were the one that killed her.” Michael says absentmindedly, drifting the camera back to Sarah’s body as he starts to shuffle around to Sarah’s front. He takes the vibrator out of its restraints and places it firmly onto her clitoris before shoving his fingers deep inside of her. Sarah lets out a wild howl of pleasure as Michael’s slender fingers easily go in and out of her because of her wetness. He presses the vibrator up and down on Sarah’s clitoris as he hooks his fingers inside her. Her hips steadily rise up into the air in an awkward manner owing to her restraints, before she begins to violently thrust into the air.
Along with the thrusts comes a torrent of her juices as it squirts out of her, coming out in long streams that reach far enough to touch the bottom of the door. Michael withdraws his hand from Sarah’s pussy, letting it drip onto the wooden floor. Sarah mutters incoherently to herself, rocking her head from side to side as she slowly descends from orgasmic bliss. “Hohh-holy shit! Never took her for a squirter haha, that’s fucking hot! Shiiit I gotta use her now, hope you don’t mind Martin.”
“It’s all good, I’m loving how tight her throat is…The hell are you staring at Luther?”
“Move out of the fucking way.” Luther says, before pushing Michael over to the side. He grabs a hold of the camera when Michael lands, gripping it tightly as he holds onto Sarah’s hips and drags her towards himself. He rubs the length of his thick and long cock against her entrance, before he pauses. “Take off her blindfold.”
“S-Sure.” Martin says, hurriedly throwing off the blindfold. Sarah withdraws from the sudden light casted directly over her, blinking rapidly to readjust. Once she finishes and is able to take in her surroundings…her pupils shrink as she realises who’s about to fuck her.
“Hey Sarah. Here’s some fucking payback.” With a hard slam, Luther inserts himself into Sarah as she screams with a loud moan. Martin quickly shuts her up by grabbing onto her head once again and using her throat. He keeps her head cocked and forced at an angle so that his dick both slides into her mouth easily and that she has to keep eye contact with Luther, who is ramming into her with wild ferocity, to the degree that he places the camera down to his side, keeping it elevated with his discarded jacket.
Michael keeps himself busy by jerking off all over Sarah’s body, handing over the vibrator to Luther so that he can press and drag one of his hands over her tits and stomach as the other one is used for masturbation. Martin meanwhile is starting to use his hips to fuck Sarah’s mouth, gripping onto the underside of her chin to keep her head stable.
Luther digs his fingers into Sarah’s sides, feeling her beginning to shake as another orgasm overtakes her. To help speed her along, he takes the vibrator and once again presses it against her clitoris, digging it against her as he keeps slamming into her. It doesn’t take long for her to orgasm again, her juices leaking out from the plugged up hole. Unlike the previous orgasm from before, Luther doesn’t give her any time to recuperate as he passes the vibrator back to Michael before beginning to ram into it with much more speed than before.
“Use that against her nipples. She doesn’t deserve a break until we’ve all finished. How close are you guys?”
“Preeetty close her, the suction from her losing her breath almost got me there.”
“Hahh…hahhhh, really close here I can’t lie guys…just using her like this has gotten me really turned on.”
“Is that so? Guess I’m just gonna have to pick up the pace for you guys.” He gives a firm smack onto one of Sarah’s breasts, letting it jiggle in place as he stares deeply into Sarah’s eye, as she murmurs loudly from the overstimulation. “Are ya still conscious there, Sarah? Good, because now you gotta fucking listen to me because right now I’m so fucking angry at you. You put us through endless torture, killing us and making us suffer before we die and then taking us through all of that again and again and again.
So what’s the fucking deal this time, huh?! Why are you letting us just use your body as if you were some kind of free-use slut now? Because you couldn’t have fucking gotten tired of us and are just giving us freedom for no reason. Nah, not a vengeful cunt like you. This is just a slice of heaven before you bring us back down to hell, where we belong. I’ll give you credit, this is something fucking special…”
Gripping onto her waist, Luther digs his thumbs into her flesh as he continues to assault her with his dick. He fucks her relentlessly with a firey passion he hasn’t possessed in so long.
“I hate you. Why can’t you just let us go and fuck off to hell where you’ve gotten yourself to. We fucked up, I get it but WHY DO YOU GOTTA HURT US LIKE THIS?!” Luther’s voice reaches a feverish pitch as he rams into her as hard as he can, getting close to an orgasm. The other two are afraid to speak up, but they’re close to an orgasm themselves. “Hope you’ve enjoyed this cause…God I’m gonna fucking cum. Get ready to have your rotten womb fertilised. Hope this scratches the itch you’ve been needing for nearly half a century. Here…it…cums!”
With one final slam, Luther releases all of the backed-up spunk he’s been saving for decades, with load after load shooting off inside her. It reaches to the point where it begins to leak out of the sides, along with the remaining wetness that Sarah has in her final orgasm.
Martin follows quickly with a husky grunt, shoving his dick in as far as it can go in Sarah’s mouth as his spunk travels down her throat and into her stomach. Michael is the last to go, releasing his sperm all over Sarah’s breasts and stomach, fat lines of it all darted across her body.
The three men withdraw from Sarah, collapsing out of her way as all of them can barely catch their breath. Sarah specifically is unable to say anything, half-unconscious from the whole experience as she’s left in an orgasm-drunk state of mind. Eventually, the three men pick themselves up and walk away from her and the camera.
“Hahh…hahh…let’s get the fuck outta this room.” Martin says, still exhausted from using Sarah in such a manner. “I’ve got nothing else to give right now and I don’t wanna spend another second with her.”
“Agreed, let’s try and find the exit to this place.” Michael says, already beginning to step out of the room.
“Hold on a sec.” Luther says, the camera unable to capture him or anyone else aside from Sarah. “You still got the key?”
“Suuure, catch.” A clap of the hands is heard. “...You’re not actually gonna-”
“Start running, you’ll have a headstart.” Michael and Martin quickly scarper out of the room, leaving Luther alone with Sarah. The camera captures him kneeling beside Sarah as he kneels down to the restraints and unlocks them one by one, starting with her legs before getting to her arms. Once they’re all unlocked, he stares at Sarah in place for a moment.
“...I’m sorry. For what I’ve said to you and just…everything. I know to you, that apology isn’t gonna matter at this point. We’re all too deep into this hell we’re stuck in. It’ll go back to normal, as it always does. Just…please. Remember that you’re the one holding yourself back from reaching peace, let alone all of us. See you soon.”
Luther then lets himself up, and grabs a hold of the jacket as the camera tumbles towards the ground. It only possesses an out of focus view of nothing at all, as Luther leaves the room and closes the door behind him.
And then, the stream ends.
Lacey had been utterly entranced with the stream, taking some pleasure in the karmic loss that Sarah had suffered because of the luck she possessed. The heat from her crotch reappeared, and it was getting harder and harder to keep her hands away from touching it. Celeste was also entranced, and more openly appreciative of the material as she tugged on her nipples and patted against her crotch.
Dedan and Vena were looking away from the stream in their own little worlds. Dedan was plotting on how to escape from the elevator while Vena muttered her many theories and real world tips to herself.
The lights in the elevator completely turns off as the room has done before, as Anon’s voice once again returns through the speaker.
“What a beautiful, and happy reunion. It brings a tear to the eye I haven’t had in so long. Now, without further ado…I shall introduce the latest competitor for the tournament.”
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A third woman enters the old bathroom. She’s sitting inside one of the stalls when she wakes up, having no idea of how she’s gotten into the room. When she fully comes to, she looks down at herself to see that she’s been dressed in unfamiliar clothes. It’s all in dark grey, looking like prison attire. The woman opens the door to see the rest of the grimy, forgotten place. Thumping music is heard outside, and she notices two other women at the right-end of the room.
One of them she recognises from the game she has just played, and another she’s never seen before.
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