Free Web NovelThe empty theater was roasting in the midday heat. Linhart and Serapha burst out of the underground like a pair of hounds on a trail. The two girls that they found there were completely taken by surprise. They were both on top of Drystan, who was lying right where he’d left him an hour before. By the amount of sweat dripping off their bodies and the limp state that Drystan was in, they’d been having sex for a long time.
“What the fuck…” drawled the first. Her blond hair was plastered to her sweat drenched face, and her olive skin and wide eyes looked very familiar. She was a freshman Fighter, which Linhart was sure he’d sat next to before. She was perched on his groin, with her skirt rolled up around her waist, and Linhart could see the place where her narrow hairless crotch enveloped Drystan’s erect penis. Her shirt was so drenched with sweat that it clung to her young, athletic body. This girl seemed to be disoriented, in a haze, but she continued to fuck him without stopping.
The other girl looked up like she was breaking out of a trance. Her long black hair was pulled back tightly in a whip-like ponytail. It snapped in the air behind her as she turned her head towards them. Her sharp nose and face were beautiful, though she had a bad girl vibe about her. Linhart could see her pressing Drystan’s face into her private parts with one hand, while she fondled her own tits with the other. He didn’t fail to notice that she had an excellent body. Her tits were quite big, and her swollen nipples stood like mini mountains on top.
The girls weren't very big. The one with dark hair looked as tall as Serapha, while the blond was much shorter, but it was clear, even without being able to read his feelings, that they had over-powered Drystan. He was being pinned down against his will.
“Stop right there!” Linhart screamed, leaping to the bench right in front of them. “Get off my friend or… I’ll report you both for rape.” Serapha was right there beside him. She didn’t say anything, but she raised her fists as if she was ready to fight them if necessary. Her signals were showing that she was still worn out from the struggle with Giselle, and for some reason she was afraid of these two.
“Well, well… It looks like ‘No Tits’ has her boyfriend back, at least for now. Wait until Giselle finds out.” the black haired girl said saucily. “This isn’t rape, little boy. We asked him if we could have sex, and he didn’t say no.”
“Well, I’m telling you that he doesn’t want you, so get off of him right now!” Linhart felt his anger rising, and he moved in to pull her off of him, grabbing for her arm. It was soft, but he could feel solid muscles under her peachy flesh.
He got the faintest glimpse of her torso turning, before her fist hit the side of his mouth and he was falling backwards, head first onto the solid wooden benches of the lower row. She had punched him! As quick as a cat, Serapha caught him before he hit his head. She was really afraid now.
“Linhart, are you okay?” she asked, panicking, “Oh gods, I need to get you away…”
“Too late for that…” the girl growled, rising off of Drystan’s face. He gasped for fresh air, coughing and wretching like he had undergone torture. The girl was now laser focused on Linhart. “You’re gone for a week and then you interrupt me while I’m getting my pussy eaten? No, you’re not disappearing again. I'll stop bothering your friend, but you're going to take his place...”
Serapha dropped Linhart gently to the bench, then stepped forward swinging. She looked to be in better form than earlier today in the grils' room, but the height difference between the two rows worked to the other girl’s advantage.
The other girl moved and swiveled, dodging every swing except one that got through, hitting her right in the gut. The girl gnashed her teeth and roared in anger, stepping forward with a solid thrust kick that knocked Serapha off balance, and sent her toppling into the aisle.
“You stay out of this No Tits, or I’ll leave you in the girls’ room overnight,” she threatened off-handedly, as if Serapha was a bug to her. But now, her bright eyes were on him again, and she was coming over to where he’d fallen.
Linhart could see this raven-haired girl was dangerous. She didn’t have the same attitude about not hitting boys that Giselle had. He only had a moment, so he tossed his satchel to Serapha shouting, “Sera, get the rod.”
The girl was on top of him now, pushing his back against the bench as his head hung off the side. Before he could think of fighting back, his shirt was over his face and his bare chest was being slapped. Her hands stung like a leather strap on his nipples. He could hear some commotion, but found himself unable to free himself as she whipped his pants and underwear off. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Gods, this freshman is handling him like a child!
He could feel her now, her hand holding and squeezing his manhood. It throbbed involuntarily, and she released a vivacious gasp. “You’re so big, little boy… no wonder Giselle wants you to herself.” Her hand played over his tip and he was unable to suppress a groan of appreciation. This felt better. Her touch was so soft, and with his shirt blocking his view, he could pick up the smallest sounds and sensations that much more. Her breath warned him that her mouth was closing around his dick just before he felt his glans enveloped, and she began sucking.
“Ahhh… Giselle isn’t going to like that you’re doing this to me,” Linhart argued desperately, managing to work his shirt up over his mouth so he could talk, “Let me go!” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
The girl paused. “Hmm, she won’t mind if I take a little taste.” Then she began to go all out, sucking and slurping like she was trying to bring him to climax. She cut off again suddenly, speaking sharply behind her, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, No Tits? If you dare to put something in my pussy, I’ll turn around and stick it up your ass.”
Uh oh, this wasn’t going to work. He had to help, to somehow distract her. He started groaning a little and moving his hips in a circular motion. “Oh baby, I was just about to cum. Please keep going.”
“Oh yeah, boy!” The girl was back with him again. “That’s what your sister wants to hear. Cry for big sister and I'll suck your semen all up.” She started sucking again, moving her mouth up and down the tip, further this time.
Sister? Is this a fetish of some sort? Linhart decided to play into it, as he wrapped his leg around the back of her head gently. “Oh yes, sister! Keep going… Take it deeper… you're making me feel so good.”
Oops, he really was getting close to cumming. This black-haired bitch is an expert at fellatio. But he could tell that he’d gone too far with that last line, when an overwhelming bit of jealousy and anger rose up. Serapha was about to do something jealous and stupid. He raised his other leg and locked his right foot behind his left knee, capturing her head just as the girl between his legs started cursing and bucking like a horse.
She was strong, but he had her head trapped, and it sounded like Serapha had her by the other end. His dick was still deep inside this girl’s mouth. In fact, as she struggled, he had to squeeze her harder, forcing her head further onto his dick.
“Lin, it’s not working,” Serapha panicked nearby.
“Hggnh…the power dial… turn it to 6,” he gasped out just as his balls started pulsing, his ejaculation not far behind.
As an overpowering orgasm swelled through his body, he heard the shock rod fire and felt her mouth go limp around him. That was too close, but Serapha had done it! Linhart collapsed in relief and release. The last of his load pumping down into the stunned girl’s throat.
“Linhart, I’m here.” Serapha’s voice was nearby now. “ Are you hurt my darling?”
"No, I'm okay... but her teeth are scraping me a little, Sera."
His penis was still deep in the girl’s throat, and her relaxed jaw had closed dangerously on him. An instant later, he felt Serapha’s hands pulling her off of him with a curse of disgust. More jealousy. He heard her throw the stunned girl down to the ground. He heard nothing for a moment, and he thought that maybe she was looking at him now. Then, Linhart felt a surprise sensation.
A new set of lips touched his dick. Softly and hesitantly, the kisses were so soft they tickled his still sensitive tip.
“Haha…that tickles! Sera, my protector, please free me.”
He felt her long hair drag across his bare stomach and chest, before her deft fingers pulled his shirt back into place and he saw her face. She looked radiant and restored. This was Serapha as he remembered her, no longer a sub-zero Fighter. She smiled and licked a bit of fluid from her lips playfully.
“You two stop messing around over there and come help!”
It was Drystan’s voice that brought them back to reality. Serapha was up in a flash, dashing over to aid, but when Linhart stood up he was surprised to see that Drystan had turned the tables on the other rapist by himself.
With only the blond girl to deal with, it looks like he had flipped her over and had her pinned to the bench. Her shirt had been pulled up, revealing a cute pair of tits, and she was unable to free herself any easier than Linhart had. Drystan still seemed to be stuck inside her twat. How tight was this girl squeezing? Serapha was pulling on his bare hips, while he complained about the terrible taste he had in his mouth. He felt humiliated and angry, and she felt redeemed, and... turned on?
“Hey Sera, stop staring at Stan’s butt!” Linhart shouted hoarsely. He had pulled his pants back on and went to the black-haired girl at his feet to retrieve the shock rod. “Uh… Why does this girl look like she has no bones?”
“I don’t know, Lin," she called back. There was a touch of guilt in her connection, “I just did what you told me to do."
It was true, the girl’s body was twisted at such an angle, so that her head was between her knees. Lifting one of her arms, he noticed it was bending in ways that should not be possible. The bones were still intact, but it seemed like the connective tissue was soft as wax. What happened?
Rolling the girl onto her back, Linhart extracted the glowing shock rod and found the issue. The display read a warning, followed by a message that read Shock:10. She had received the rod’s strongest jolt, poor girl! He considered her body from this new position and decided that there didn’t seem to be any damage beyond the extreme flexibility. Then he noticed that her eyes were open and she was watching him.
“Oh, you’re still aware of me?” He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. “I want to thank you for the amazing blowjob. It rivaled even the Stratega Fighter’s blowjobs, and her mouth is heavenly.”
There was no response. Linhart felt her strict gaze upon him still. He didn't like the vibe she was giving off. He slapped her lovely tits with their swollen nipples a couple of times, sharply. “You actually hurt me there too though. I think I’ll get a little revenge for that…”
Not rushing, because he knew the other two were dealing well with their third problem, he arranged her limbs strategically. Not so badly that she would injure herself, but in a way that she would need help untangling herself. Her warm, soft, pliable flesh was almost fun to play with.
It took just a minute, and Linhart stepped back to admire his work. Her head was pressed up against her boobs, her legs were wrapped behind her head, her arms were wrapped around her ankles, and her wrists were wedged tightly between her head and calves. Her long whip-like ponytail had been twisted and knotted around both legs, making it impossible for her to extract herself. She looked like a human pretzel.
Joining Drystan on a bench three rows up, they both watched Serapha kicking and punching at the blond who was now uselessly rolling around on the ground, still bound up in her own clothes. They sat in silence for a few minutes. He could sense the feelings of disgust and uncleanliness pouring off the boy.
“How is it that we both went through the same level of hell today, but you’re feeling so… good right now?” Drystan asked flatly.
Linhart shrugged. “I guess I don’t have time to feel down… Listen Drystan, I’m going away again for a while. I honestly don’t know when I’ll be coming back.” He could feel the tug of his master’s commands.
Return safely in the morning, and find more freshmen to bond with by then
He still had one ID bracer left.
“I’m worried about Serapha. Her Fighting Score is low and she’s going to need some support in the coming week. Could you take care of her for me?”
Drystan smiled. “Of course, Hart. You don’t even have to ask. I’m just as close to her as you are. I’ll keep those hags off of her until you get back, okay?”
Linhart smiled jokingly, “Well, maybe not as close as we are… she did kiss my wiener just a few minutes ago.”
“Gross!”
“Just kidding, Stan.” Linhart moved closer to him and pulled his new ID bracer forward. “Here let me help you set up something that will help you two support each other…”
A few minutes later, Drystan had sent a mutual bond request to Serapha. Then, the two boys went and joined Serapha, helping her stun the blond girl, who by now was lying groaning in pain without moving. Linhart made certain that she was given Shock:6, just to be on the safe side.
Finally, the three friends sat on a bench and Linhart showed Serapha how to accept the request.
Drystan and Serapha cried out together, as their new connection took hold, blacking out just as they had when they'd first bonded with Linhart. He did feel a bit jealous as he laid the two friends down together. His special connection with each of them was not as unique as it had been just a few minutes ago. But it had to be done. He had a feeling that the two of them could support one another enough to stop these girls from bullying Serapha. They would have to do it without him because he would be gone at least a week this time.
The pull of Octavia’s command came back to him and he realized he had to leave right now if he wanted to meet Zoey at the Midday meal.
His two friends were still passed out on the bench when he left the theater that day.
