Free Web NovelThe last echoes of their carnal acts faded and Linhart pulled out leaving the tall busty blond propped up against the wall. Linhart looked around, a feeling of clarity and regret came over him. He had degraded himself and these two girls much further than he’d ever thought possible. Here in this filthy bathroom, he didn’t feel the pure joy with these two that he should have had in the first hour together.
Reaching out in his mind, he felt their feelings and needs. The two were mixed into a confusing bundle in the back of his thoughts. How was he supposed to understand these two opposites at once? This was worse than when he'd bonded with Xenia and Octavia. Those two were like close sisters that hated each other. Now, he was trying unsuccessfully to pull the two Fighter girls apart and even to match which feelings belonged to which girl. Some satisfaction and domination… those must be Giselle. A grating bit of fear and regret… were those Serapha’s? The stream of sexual satisfaction probably belonged to both of them and to him as well.
But there was no time for him to waste. He hurried to get dressed again. He felt so exposed standing in this dingy room with no clothes on. What if there were other girls coming in to use the washroom? If they found him here, naked, there may be no escape from that! His uniform was a bit crumpled, but overall not that dirty. He pulled on his underwear, pants, then his shirt and vest.
On the floor nearby, he found some additional paraphernalia that made him hesitate. The smooth, round stones that were half the size of his fist. They were called lodestones, according to Serapha, and they were still stuck together, as if they were enchanted. There was also the dildo with the iron capstone that had been used to violate his friend. What a crude item.
On a whim he decided to keep the three things, so that Giselle couldn’t use them again, and perhaps, because he would need them? He rinsed them off well and added them to his satchel.
Now, he had to get Serapha out of here. Before Giselle woke up. He did not want to witness another one-sided fight between the two. Kneeling beside the exhausted girl, he urged her, “Come on, Sera. Drystan is waiting for us outside. Let’s walk!”
She lolled her head upwards to look at him, but her body didn’t move. Kneeling beside the fallen brunette, he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her to her feet. She was light as a feather and she seemed to be semi-conscious now, her eyes fluttering open. Her knees were still wobbly, and he had to hold her tight to keep her upright.
“Linhart, I can feel what you are feeling…This is wonderful,” she said in a faint voice, “What are you so worried about?”
“I’m worried about you Sera,” he confided, struggling to balance his satchel and support her weight. He really was in need of some rest and food. “Has Giselle been using those stones on you every day?”
Serapha nodded, a grimace came over her face. "Her and her two friends. They’d leave me in the girls’ room for hours with those nasty things up my butt.” She shuddered. “Said that I’d be kicked out for being such a crappy Fighter, the bitches! I didn’t have a chance... Not against three of them!”
Linhart paused. “Let me see your ID bracer.” His voice had become very serious. She had already regained enough of her strength to step out of his arms, so she could hold her bracer up for him to examine. A few deft maneuvers on her wrist and Linhart was looking at her Fighting Score. This was worse than he had ever expected:
Fighting: -136
“Serapha, they drained you below zero,” Linhart said sadly, “If you had gone to Mentor Hour, the Fighter Commander would've found out about this. You'd be expelled from the Academy immediately.”
“Gods, no!” Serapha replied with panic in her eyes. “I can’t leave now. I just got close to you, closer than I’d ever dreamed possible. We were supposed to become Fighters together, Lin.”
She was shaking again. He understood now what was happening. This girl was less than Fighter: Level 1. She had no strength right now. She couldn’t fight back and she wouldn’t be able to train until she got back up to 0. Giselle must have planned from the start to eliminate her. Linhart hugged her close, feeling a rage awaken from deep within. The girl responsible for this was lying prone right behind them, and he could feel her waking up. He turned around and marched back into the washroom.
The atmosphere was just as frightening and dingy as it had been a few minutes ago, but now Linhart’s heart was on fire with indignation for what this girl had done. He marched right up to Giselle and noted that she was still leaning head and shoulders against the wall with her legs wide open. Her eyes were opening and she face broke into an unrepentant smile.
“I know what’s on your mind, Linhart.” she laughed weakly, “You're angry. You hate me that much? Do you regret having a bad girl like me in your head?”
Linhart had the shock rod out and was adjusting the settings, just as Octavia had shown him. He set it to Shock:6, the same level he had used on the Binder girl earlier that morning. Giselle was a strong girl, and he hoped that that would be enough to stun her. He didn't know what reaction she would have to a higher setting.
“I don’t hate you, Giselle,” he replied flatly, kneeling once again in front of her. “But I do need to punish you for what you did to my other girl.”
He looked over his shoulder and saw that Serapha had followed him back in. She was standing hesitantly on the edge of the light. It would be better for her to exact the revenge, if she was ever to climb out of the hole Giselle had pushed her into. Linhart reached out and buried his forefinger between her legs. When he found her pussy was still wet and loosened up, he spread her lips wide, revealing the captivating tunnel that was made for a rod. His other hand came forward and slid the shock rod smoothly up inside of her.
She trembled as it hit the point where she'd torn inside during sex. Her arms reached out to him, regaining some of their energy. Linhart knew she’d be back to normal in just a few moments. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, his hand landed on her weepy breast and the other slid behind her neck pulling her forward, away from the wall. He tried his best to pull back on his anger and focused on his their shared feelings of lust, otherwise she would understand what he was planning. He couldn't let her take control of the situation. This was her turn to suffer, but first he needed to keep her still a bit longer.
The easiest way to do that… "Kiss me, Giselle. I want to taste your lips."
He looked deep into her brown eyes and waited as she leaned forward and kissed him with those luscious lips of hers. A small feeling of delight, and another of anger popped into his mind. He forgot to tell Serapha his plan, and she seemed to be misunderstanding his intentions. It did work though, as Giselle stopped struggling and committed all her mind to the kiss, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against hers.
He pulled back enough, just to mutter, “Serapha here is going to be eliminated from the ranks of Fighters, if she reports to the Bracer Ceremony today.” He gestured to the smaller girl, beckoning her to approach. She did so with an anger in her eyes, but Giselle was occupied, looking deep into Linhart’s eyes and feeling the lust consume them both.
“That’s why I have to force this rod all the way into you.” His fingers pushed the rod further, and felt another surge of pain which she covered with a soft moan before diving in for another kiss. He stopped her for a moment, saying, “And Serapha has to do this.” Then he submitted to a deep kiss that bent his head sideways. Giselle was back to her full strength. Reaching back, he felt for Serapha's hand, she was there. It took a bit of awkward fumbling, especially since he was completely occupied with making out, but he managed to push Serapha’s hand against the trigger of the shock rod.
She pushed the button.
Energy poured out along the entire length of the rod, sending a wave of magical heat and distortion through Giselle’s womb. Linhart could feel it through the bond. It wasn’t painful per se, but he could tell that the stun had worked by the way her arms holding him tightly went limp.
Linhart heard a trickling sound. He pulled back to see that Giselle was pissing all over the floor. Her tits were leaking that creamy fluid once again. Her face had gone slack, but her eyes were still focused on him. She was conscious, but unable to move.
“That didn’t hurt so bad, did it Giselle?” He gave her another quick kiss on her non-responsive lips and then slapped her tit hard enough that it bounced up and down. The fluid sprinkled around with the motion. "You're cumming from your tits again. Serapha, did you know that girls can cum from their tits?”
“That’s not cum, Linhart,” Serapha said with low angry words, “She is leaking milk, like a cow.”
“Milk?...” Linhart couldn’t help himself. He lifted her heavy boob towards his mouth and latched onto her nipple. The creamy taste was hard to place, but it was similar to milk. He sucked on it some more and found that the harder he sucked, the more milk flowed out of her. The more he drank, the more he liked the warm, creamy taste.
“You’re enjoying yourself too much,” Serapha said bitterly. Jealousy was flowing from her now. Her fear was falling away now, and anger was taking its place.
She pushed the button again. freēwebnovel.com
The energy surged through her womb, but this time Giselle’s body didn’t move at all. All her muscles were already relaxed, and it seemed like this second burst did little more than fill her body further with magic. Linhart was worried what would happen if Serapha sent a third shock into Giselle. Octavia had said that it couldn't cause any permanent damage, but there must be some risk. Not that Giselle didn’t deserve payback…
“Sera, I’m going to take the shock rod out and give you something else to use.”
Serapha was looking at the blond’s lax body that was sliding down the wall now. She didn’t seem to hear Linhart speak.
Before Linhart could get her hands away, she pushed the button a third time. The energy charge didn’t come, and as Linhart pried her fingers away from the rod, he was relieved to see the display showed a symbol of warning instead of a power level.
Pulling the shock rod from between Giselle’s legs, and saw that the length of it was glowing red. It would definitely need a few minutes before it was ready to use again. He placed it back in the satchel and brought out the lodestones and dildo.
Serapha’s face took on a look of revulsion, but she took the items from his hands and gave him a little hug, just like she used to. “You’re saving me again, Linhart…” she whimpered, tears forming in her big brown eyes, “Maybe I'm not your white knight, maybe you are mine.”
“Hey, come on. You'll always be my protector...” Linhart wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, his hands lingering on her well-defined cheek bones. “You're not wearing your glasses anymore… I like it.”
She smiled a radiant smile at him. “Thanks, they healed my eyes a few days ago.” she said shyly.
Then she turned and let the anger take over once again. The lodestones in her hand clanged as she pulled them apart. “Linhart, I’m going to stuff this cow full.”
Serapha raised her bare foot and slammed it into Giselle’s shoulder, knocking the girl over. Her head hit the floor with a crack that made Linhart grimace. Was she okay? He kneeled down to check both sides of her head. There was no blood coming out. This girl had a hard head. He noticed that her eyes were once again focused on him… she could move her eyes while stunned!
He looked over and saw Serapha working away at her midsection, kicking her in the stomach and boobs. She wore a look of grim determination, needing to inflict as much damage as possible.
“I’m sorry she stunned you the second time, Gis, but she really needs this. You totally messed her up and now you’ve got to pay for it.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then lowered her head to the floor. Then, moving to the girl going wild, he said soothingly, “Sera, we don’t have time for this. Do what you set out to do.”
“Okay,” She panted, already looking worn. “Can you just hold her leg for me?”
Linhart nodded. He lifted Giselle’s long, beautiful leg upwards. In this state, her body was as moldable as clay, and he soon had her one limb pointing straight at the ceiling while the other was flat on the floor. Linhart admired how they now had easy access to both of the big girl’s holes. Her pussy was still leaking fluids and he told Serapha to use some of it to lube up her back door.
“Oh no,” Serapha redressed him, pressing the first of the balls to her tiny butthole, “She never lubed me up. She says the stones are smooth enough, they don’t need any help… sliding in!” The lodestone slid past her entrance and into her rectum. Linhart felt a surge of pain and nausea pass over Giselle. She was definitely feeling this.
Serapha did not waste time. She pushed the second lodestone after the first and then pushed them as far up her butt as she could using her middle finger. Next, holding the dildo in hand, she rubbed it around her groin, teasing the girl a bit, before she pressed it hard into her other hole. The head of the dildo was big. Bigger even than Linhart’s dick, and Linhart could feel the surge in painful protest as it pushed violently through her insides. Serapha seemed to be relishing the motion, even though Giselle wasn't making a sound, and she didn't stop until the dildo rested deep within her womb.
The pain and torment had finally been too much for her, and Linhart felt some relief as Giselle passed out. The pain sensation growing distant and dream-like.
“Okay,” Linhart lowered her leg carefully so as not to cause more damage. He didn’t like this level of depravity, but he understood how it was therapeutic for Serapha, and he was here for her. “Let’s see your bracer.”
Fighting: - 14
“Fourteen under zero, and it’s still rising. You’re going to hit Level 1!”
Serapha threw her arms around him and squeezed his body until he thought his ribs were going to break. She shrieked in delight, “Eeek, I’m so happy. Let’s get out of here now.”
“Should we leave those things inside of her?” A feeling of pity was creeping in. Linhart didn’t want Giselle suffering, but Serapha gave him a bitter look and then dragged him away. She was not going to let him remove anything.
She patted him on the head, trying to comfort him. “I also left her that extractor to remove the lodestones. When her friends arrive, I’m sure they’ll assist.”
“Who are these friends of hers anyway? Anyone I know?” They were emerging now from the underground tunnel and back into the theater, when a feeling of foreboding fell upon both of them.
It was the voices that they heard first. The sound of bossy young girls issuing orders and squealing in delight. The bright light from the midday sun blinded him to the people who were speaking, but Linhart knew right away what was going on from the distress call. freewebnσvel.cѳm
It was Drystan’s connection. Linhart had just moved within range of it, and Drystan's mind was broadcasting urgent need.
Linhart cried, “They’re raping him, Sera!”
