Free Web NovelChapter 3: Fucking hell
Stefan’s POV
The fabric dropped and my brain just stopped working.
Her tits were huge, full, sitting up high without a strap or wire holding them anywhere. The nipples were hard and dark, drawn so tight I could practically feel the texture of them against my tongue just from looking. I had handled many breasts on earth but no, I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said none came close to this in quality.
Not caring about the trouble she was putting me through, the woman continued her thing, unbothered. Her hands went to the small fabric wrapped around her waist like a mini skirt and she yanked it away.
My eyes dropped lower and caught her pussy... and I had to blink twice to actually confirm what I was seeing. It was bare, smooth, not a hair on it, the lips of her already glistening faintly in the lamplight like she’d been freshly oiled.
Or was it my eyes playing tricks on me?
By the way, how the hell did anyone get that smooth in a jungle with no electricity?
I didn’t have time to figure it out, not with all my blood rerouting south at once.
"Damn, this body is tea!" I muttered, my tongue coming out to rub on my lower lip.
Back on Earth, women used to throw themselves at me daily. No effort. No begging. No five-hour countdown ticking over my head like an executioner’s blade. I missed that life violently, standing here shackled in front of a body that should have come with a warning label, belonging to a woman who clearly had no idea what she was doing to me.
I decided to lean into it anyway.
"Is this a private show, just for me? Well, I love what I’m seeing, love." I let my voice drop low, teasing, the kind of line that should’ve earned me a blush.
She blinked, uncomprehending, the same blank confusion she had given every other line I had thrown at her tonight. Then she scoffed, like I’d said something offensively stupid.
"Lay flat on the ground." She said instead.
I should have been suspicious. I wasn’t. I was an idiot drowning in hope, convinced she had finally caved, finally decided she liked the view of my now throbbing cock enough to start giving the orders herself.
I smirked and lay back, my cock standing straight up, thick and shameless, like it had any business celebrating right now.
However, her frown deepened instead of softening.
Then she opened her mouth, a growl rippled out and what happened next wasn’t what I was expecting at all.
Her body started to change...
Fur ripped up along her arms, her spine, her face stretching and reshaping into something with claws and teeth and a low growl that vibrated through the dirt beneath me. By the time I understood what was happening, it was already too late to do anything but stagger uselessly against shackles bolted into the ground.
She was enormous. Terrifying. Nothing about her now resembled the woman who had been standing there naked two seconds ago.
And without warning, she jumped...
On me!
"Fuck! What the hell?" My eyes widened, my legs struggled to act in defense but it was useless.
The impact of the jump knocked every thought clean out of my skull.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled through gritted teeth but it was as if she had suddenly gone deaf.
She began to press down on me. And when I thought she was done, she started to grind. She would slam her full beast-weight down on top of me again and again like I’m a piece of wood.
It was as if I had suddenly become a training equipment. My cock, fully hard and proud thirty seconds ago, went completely flat under the sheer agony of it.
"The slave," she said, voice somehow still hers despite the fangs, "will lay still. This is my exercise."
I couldn’t speak anymore at that point. I could barely breathe, crushed flat under several hundred pounds of muscle and fur, ribs screaming with every shift of her weight.
[TIME LIMIT: 3:31:00]
The numbers kept ticking down in the corner of my vision while I was being actively flattened into the dirt, and somewhere in the haze of pain I had one furious, half-conscious thought.
This damned system is just going to let me suffocate to death and keep the clock running?
"Fuck you!"
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Three hours later, she was finally done with me.
I don’t remember much of being dragged out of that tent. I just felt hands under my arms, dirt scraping against skin that had nothing left to protect it, my body too weak to even lift my own head.
They threw me into a different tent without ceremony, the one packed with the other men, the slaves, the ones who had kept their eyes down the entire walk through camp.
I groaned hitting the ground. Through tired, swollen eyes, I saw them - dozens of men just like me, hollowed out, broken into the shape this world demanded of them.
Then the godforsaken system decided to make its presence known again.
[MISSION 1: FAILED.]
[PREPARE FOR PENALTY.]
You have got to be kidding me.
"I already got beat half to death," I rasped out loud, to no one, to the System, to whatever god actually ran this place. "What more do you damned want from me?"
The System didn’t answer. It never did.
[PENALTY ACTIVATING.]
My vision went white.
When it cleared, I was on my back in a bed I recognized instantly;
Silk sheets bunched in my fists, the smell of her perfume thick in the air, her legs wrapped tight around my waist as I drove into her, slow and deep, her back arching off the mattress every time I bottomed out.
Her nails dragged red lines down my spine. Her moans were getting louder, sloppier, her cunt clenching around me like she never wanted me to stop.
"Right there," she gasped, fingers tangled in my hair, "don’t stop, don’t you dare stop-"
This was it. This was how I died.
The door slammed open before either of us heard it coming.
Her husband stood in the doorway in his dress uniform, eyes locking onto me with a rage I remembered exactly as well as I remembered everything else about that night. He’d found the transfers. He knew I’d talked his wife into draining his accounts to keep funding the lifestyle she thought I actually loved her for.
"You scum, I will tear you apart-"
I was already moving before he finished his sentence, scrambling off her, off the bed, grabbing nothing, running for the door completely naked while he screamed something about killing me himself.
I didn’t make it past the front yard.
The van came out of nowhere, except it hadn’t, not really, I’d seen it for half a second before impact and just hadn’t believed it was real.
Time froze right there. Right at the moment the grille met my body.
And then it didn’t move forward. It just repeated, the impact, the crunch, the half-second of weightlessness before gravity remembered I existed, over and over, my body relearning exactly how it felt to die while the System made absolutely sure I’d never forget it.
"This is fucking hell..."
