The test roared on in the locked room. A nervous player, hands trembling like leaves, found a key and a wrinkled note. The note said, "Do not use the key to open the door!"
"Hey, what's that?" Xavier, a cold-blooded drug dealer, noticed the find. He grabbed the note, read it, and chuckled. * No chance I'm buying this trap. * He didn't trust it at all.
He tossed the key to a man in a suit, a smooth-talking businessman with a fake smile. "You, open the door!"
The man in the suit, sweat dripping down his face, glanced at the note. He snatched the key and shuffled to the door. He leaned in, eye pressed to the peephole, checking for anything dangerous.
He twisted the key slowly. Everything seemed fine. A key was the only way to unlock the door, and the peephole showed a clear hallway.
But when he turned the key all the way, it yanked the trigger of a revolver rigged to the peephole.
Bang!
A bullet blasted through the peephole, smashing the man's right eye. Blood sprayed, bits of brain splattered on the wall. A woman in the group let out a scream that cut through the air. The man collapsed, his eye a bloody ruin, his brain shredded. Blood soaked the floor, pooling around his twisted body. He looked like a nightmare.
The six players, tough but rattled, shared uneasy looks. This game was a killer. Their powers, which could've let them smash walls, were locked by the Story System. They were stuck, playing Jigsaw's sick game.
"Let's go, find the antidote!" Xavier shouted, kicking the door open. He reached for the revolver, but it was bolted tight, its chamber empty.
Outside, a shadowy hallway stretched, splitting into different rooms. The group broke apart, each player running down a separate path. Nobody trusted anyone. Every face looked like trouble.
Amanda, Jigsaw's devoted apprentice, saw a faint glow in the corner. Her heart pounded. * What's Jigsaw planning for me? * She hesitated, then crept through a hidden door, her footsteps silent. She didn't know his game, but she loved this. Messing with the players, watching them panic, giving them hope then ripping it away, dropping them from joy to despair. That was her rush, her masterpiece.
In the control room, Amanda opened her mouth, but David, a sharp-witted player, slammed her against a table. His strength crushed her fight. He yanked her pants down, revealing a butterfly tattoo on her ass. "So naughty, got a tattoo. Relax, I'm just gonna fuck you!"
Amanda squirmed, trying to speak, but a cold jolt hit her pussy. David's hard cock pushed inside, stretching her tight, untouched hole wide. The pain burned, like her body was tearing apart. Her breath caught, eyes wide with shock.
He slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps. Her gaze darted to John, her mentor, at the computer. He watched the game on the monitors, his hands carving a new trap from wood. He knew David was fucking her but didn't look back. * Why isn't John stopping this? *
David took a sharp breath. Amanda's pussy squeezed him tight. * She's a former junkie, not my type, but she's good enough. * Her records said she was clean, so he fucked her hard, no holding back. He'd rubbed lube on his cock earlier, making it easier to slide into her snug hole.
Smack, smack, smack!
The table shook with their rough fucking, its legs squeaking, ready to break under the force.
Amanda's pain faded, turning to a warm tingle. Her pussy ached, begging for more. David's cock slammed in and out, and she moaned against his hand. The trapped sounds, soft and needy, made him fuck her harder.
Her pussy got wet, their sex turning messy. White foam formed where their bodies met, a sign she was turned on. Her juices mixed with the lube, making a frothy mess only long, hard sex could create. Amanda's mind melted, lost in the feeling, her body buzzing with joy.
David pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip inside her pussy, then shoved back in, spreading her tight walls. His cockhead hit her deepest spot, rubbing soft flesh. Amanda's body shook, her eyes rolling back. The pleasure crashed over her like a wave, stealing her air.
* She's getting tighter. She's into this. * David grinned. "Amanda, I'll show you my way fixes addiction!"
He fucked her faster, loving the thrill of screwing her behind John's back. * Two hundred points for a cancer vaccine and some clever words got me here. I fucked John's wife before, now his top student. This is the best! *
Amanda hated how her body loved it. The shame made the pleasure stronger, like a fire in her core. She moved her hips, matching his thrusts, silently begging for harder, rougher sex.
David felt her need. He let go of her mouth, grabbed her ass with one hand, and spanked her with the other, the slaps echoing. His cock kept pounding her. "Your pussy's so tight. Feels good, right? This'll beat your drug problem."
It was rape, but he called it curing her addiction. His twisted words almost sounded true.
John, too old to have sex, his body weak, used artificial insemination for kids. He saw Amanda's face in a mirror, red and sweaty, her eyes foggy with lust. * She's loving it. David's got skills. *
While David fucked Amanda, the game outside got bloody.
A locked room hid an antidote, but reaching it meant diving into a pit stuffed with syringes. Thousands of sharp needles gleamed, a horror for anyone scared of tight patterns.
Xavier froze. * No way I'm jumping in there. * He spotted another player behind him, a skinny guy with darting eyes. Xavier pushed him into the pit. "Find the key! Hurry, and I'll split the antidote!"
The man screamed as he fell. A needle stabbed his eye, blood pouring out. He couldn't see, thrashing wildly. Every move drove more needles into his skin, hundreds piercing him. The pain was too much. He passed out. A needle cracked his skull, blood flooding out. He died in the pit, his body a mess of needles.
The needle pit was pure terror. The other players stood frozen, too scared to help. They watched him die, his body like a twisted sculpture.
The game was built for Xavier, but he cheated by using someone else.
John, checking the monitors, grabbed a notebook. He wrote down the mistake. * David was right. They found a hole in the rules. *
He looked back. Amanda had flipped around, facing David, kissing him hard. Her legs wrapped around his waist in missionary style, letting him fuck her deep. His cock could hit her womb, rubbing for intense pleasure. Only a woman crazy with lust would hold on like that.
"Oh, fuck me, David! It feels so good! I'm coming!" Amanda's mouth opened wide, her moans loud and wild. Each thrust hit her like a hammer, pleasure tearing through her body. Her toes curled, her nails dug into his back.
Her orgasms kept coming, one after another. The sex wiped out her drug cravings. All she wanted was David fucking her harder, treating her like a dirty slut, a sex toy. She wanted him to wreck her.
David pulled his cock out and slapped her face with it, humiliating her. "Lick it clean!"
Amanda sucked his cock into her mouth, working it hard. Her eyes locked on his, shining with worship. * This is my new life. I'm free from drugs. *
She bobbed her head, lips tight, keeping her teeth away. She sucked and loosened, like a pussy gripping him. His sweaty pubic hair brushed her nose, the strong smell making her dizzy. Her pussy dripped, soaking the table.
David moaned, loving her mouth. He pushed her back onto the table. His cockhead pressed against her wet pussy lips, sliding in easily, her juices slick. He fucked her hard, stretching her wide. Her tight pussy hugged his cock, the heat and friction driving them both crazy.
"Yes, like that! Fuck me!" Amanda screamed, her mind blank.
"I'm gonna come! Take it all!" David growled. His cock got bigger, some strange energy making him stronger. Amanda's pussy squeezed him tight, her orgasm gripping him. The feeling hit like a shock. He grabbed her ass, slammed his cock deep, and came hard. His cum poured into her pussy, no condom to block it. His strong spurts filled her womb, a raw act of mating.
As David finished, the game outside fell apart. Players died from betrayal. One crawled into an incinerator for an antidote but grabbed two vials instead of one, breaking the rules. The door locked, and he burned alive, his screams ringing out.
Some players solved a code, numbers carved on their skin. Lining them up opened a safe. But greed and fear started a fight. They stabbed each other, blood spilling, bodies piling up.
The survivors were weakening. The poison in their blood had a two-hour limit.
David had fucked Amanda for ninety minutes. His cum filled her so much her belly puffed up a bit. He kept his cock inside, plugging her pussy, and lit a cigarette. * Gotta keep my cum locked in there. *
He loved thinking about getting her pregnant. * Fucking without cumming inside is pointless. Knocking her up is the goal. *
Amanda lay there, lost in the joy of being stuffed with cum. * This is amazing. So perfect. * His cum kept her floating in pleasure, time slipping away. Her body felt warm, her skin tingling from the intensity.
Ten minutes later, David pulled out. Amanda's pussy stayed open, too stretched to close, wet with cum and juices. The air smelled thick with sex. No cum spilled out, all of it trapped inside. * She's probably pregnant now. *
Amanda lay on the table, legs hanging off, her body shaking from the aftershocks. * This feeling is unreal. * She was hooked, trapped in the high of it all.