The game continued in the locked rooms. One player found a key with a note. "Don't use the key to open the door!"
"Hey, what's that?" Xavier, the drug dealer, noticed it and snatched it. He read the note but didn't trust it.
He tossed the key to a man in a suit. "You, open the door!"
The man picked up the key, glanced at the note, and walked to the door. He peeked through the peephole to check for danger, then turned the key. It seemed safe. To open the door, he had to use the key. That was clear. Looking through the peephole was just to be sure.
But the moment he turned the key, it pulled the trigger of a revolver fixed behind the peephole.
Bang!
A bullet shot through the peephole, hitting the man's right eye. Blood and brain matter sprayed. He collapsed, his eye destroyed, his brain torn apart, blood pooling on the floor. His death was gruesome.
Women screamed. The six players flinched. This game was no joke. Their powers were gone, leaving them helpless. If they had their abilities, they could smash walls and escape. But now, they were stuck.
"Let's go, find the antidote!" Xavier shouted, pushing through the door first. He tried to grab the revolver, but it was fixed in place, and he saw it had no bullets left.
Outside was a hallway leading to other rooms. The players split up, not trusting each other. They all looked like bad people, so no one wanted to team up.
Amanda spotted a flashing light in the corner. She hesitated, then slipped through a hidden door. * Why does Jigsaw want me? * She wasn't sure, but she loved this game. Toying with players, giving them hope, then crushing it, watching them fall from joy to despair that was her thrill. It was real torture, the kind that broke people.
In the control room, Amanda barely had time to speak. David grabbed her, pinning her against a table with strong hands. He yanked down her pants, revealing a butterfly tattoo on her butt. "Look at that tattoo. Don't worry, I'm just going to fuck you."
Amanda tried to protest, but her words were cut off. She felt a sharp chill as David's hard penis pushed into her pussy. It stretched her tight, unused hole, the pain so intense it felt like it might tear her apart. He covered her mouth, muffling her cries.
She could see John at the monitors, watching the game and working on a trap. He knew what was happening behind him but didn't stop it.
David gasped. * Her pussy's so tight. * He hadn't expected Amanda's body to feel this good. She was a former drug user, not his usual choice, but no one else was around. He'd checked her history and she was clean enough so he went for it without hesitation. He'd smeared lube on his penis earlier, making it slide in easier despite the force.
Slap, slap, slap!
The table shook with each thrust, creaking loudly under the strain. Amanda's pain started to fade, replaced by a growing heat. Her pussy itched, craving more. David's penis moved in and out, and she began to moan, her voice muffled by his hand, sounding desperate and needy.
As Amanda got aroused, her pussy grew wetter. White foam formed where their bodies met, a sign of her pleasure. It only happened when a woman was fully into it, her fluids mixing with the friction.
David pulled his penis out until just the tip stayed inside, then slammed back in, pushing through her tight pussy. He stretched her wide, the tip hitting deep, rubbing against soft flesh. Amanda's body shook, her eyes rolling back. The intense pleasure overwhelmed her, making her tremble.
* Getting tighter. She's into it now, * David thought. "You're loving this, Amanda. I'll prove my way to quit drugs works!"
He kept thrusting, excited by the thrill of fucking her behind John's back. * Just 200 points for a cancer vaccine and some clever talk got me this. Fucked Jigsaw's wife, now his apprentice. This is too good! *
Amanda felt ashamed of her body's reaction, but the shame only made the pleasure stronger. She started moving her hips, matching his thrusts, craving more. David noticed and let go of her mouth. One hand grabbed her butt, the other slapped it hard. He kept pounding her pussy. "Your pussy's so tight. Feels good, right? This can cure your drug addiction."
It was rape, but he framed it as helping her quit drugs. His twisted logic almost sounded convincing.
John, too old to perform, relied on artificial insemination. From a mirror, he saw Amanda's flushed face, her eyes dazed with pleasure. He'd doubted David's wild claims before, but now he saw some truth in them.
While David fucked Amanda, the game turned deadly. One room held an antidote, but the door was locked. The game was designed for Xavier to jump into a pit full of syringes to find a hidden key. The sharp needles were terrifying, a nightmare for anyone with a fear of tight spaces or sharp objects.
Xavier refused to go. Instead, he grabbed another player and threw him into the pit. "Find the key! Hurry, or you're dead! Find it, and I'll share the antidote!"
The man screamed as he landed. A needle stabbed his eye, blood pouring down his face. He couldn't see, flailing wildly. The more he moved, the more needles pierced him, sticking into his arms, legs, and body. The pain was too much. He passed out, his head bleeding heavily from the needles. They didn't pierce his skull, but the blood loss killed him in minutes.
The players watched, horrified. No one dared to help. The pit was meant for Xavier, a punishment for his crimes as a drug dealer. But he'd tricked the game, letting someone else die.
John saw this on the monitors and pulled out a notebook. He wrote down the mistake, just as David had warned. * He was right. They can exploit the game. *
He glanced back. Amanda was now facing David, kissing him passionately. Her legs wrapped around his waist in a missionary position. It let David thrust deep, his penis hitting her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through her. This position showed she was fully aroused, giving herself to him.
"Oh, fuck me! It feels so good! I'm coming!" Amanda moaned loudly, her mouth open wide. Each thrust felt like a hammer hitting her core, the pleasure making her shake. It washed over her, pushing her to the edge. She screamed, her orgasm hitting hard, her pussy clenching around his penis. The pleasure erased her drug cravings. All she wanted was for David to keep fucking her, to use her roughly, like a toy.
David pulled out and dragged Amanda to the floor. He slapped her face with his penis, humiliating her. "Lick it clean!"
Amanda didn't hesitate. She took his penis in her mouth, sucking eagerly. Her eyes locked on his, filled with a wild devotion. * This is my new life. No more drugs. * She moved her head up and down, her lips tight around him, careful not to let her teeth touch. She sucked hard, making him groan. The smell of his body made her dizzy, her pussy itching with need.
David loved it. He lifted her back onto the table, his penis sliding easily into her wet pussy. He thrust hard, filling her completely. Her pussy gripped him tightly, the friction driving them both wild. Amanda went crazy, screaming, "Yes, fuck me! So good!"
"I'm gonna come! All inside you!" David grunted. His body surged with power, his penis swelling slightly. Amanda felt it stretch her even more, pushing her into another orgasm. Her pussy tightened, squeezing him like a vice. The sensation was electric. David couldn't hold back. He grabbed her butt, pressed his penis deep, and came hard, shooting streams of cum into her pussy. Amanda collapsed, limp and panting, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Without a condom, his cum filled her completely, some reaching her womb. It was a raw, primal act, like he was claiming her.
As David finished, the game was nearly over. The players died one by one, consumed by greed and mistrust. One crawled into a furnace to grab an antidote but took two bottles instead of one, against the rules. The door locked, and he burned alive, screaming.
Another player figured out the clue: numbers were written on their necks, meant to be arranged in order to open a safe. But this led to chaos. They turned on each other, killing to check the numbers. Greed drove them to slaughter.
The poison's two-hour limit was almost up. Those still alive were weakening, their bodies failing.
David had fucked Amanda for an hour and a half. When he came, her belly swelled slightly from the amount of cum. He didn't pull out. Instead, he kept his penis inside, plugging her pussy to keep the cum in. He lit a cigarette, casually smoking while his penis stayed hard, pressed against her cervix.
* I love filling her up. Getting her pregnant would be perfect, * David thought. He didn't care about the consequences. He wanted to mark her, to make her carry his child. To him, sex without cumming inside was pointless, like hiring a prostitute. He craved the power of leaving his seed.
Amanda was lost in a haze of pleasure. The feeling of his cum inside her was incredible, each pulse pushing her higher. She floated in bliss, unaware of time passing.
Ten minutes later, David pulled out. Amanda's pussy gaped, unable to close, covered in white foam from their intense sex. The air smelled thick with their scent. No cum leaked out; it was all deep inside, increasing the chance she'd get pregnant.
Amanda lay on the table, legs dangling, her body twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasms. She couldn't move, still caught in the overwhelming pleasure. * Nothing's ever felt this good, * she thought, her mind blank except for the memory of his penis inside her.
On the monitors, the last players struggled, their time running out. David took a drag from his cigarette, watching them die. * This game's brutal. But I got what I wanted. *