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Introduction:

Teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their schooI. 'choose your own adventure'.

Long chapter. Greedy choice. Primal. Choice driven by wanting as many as possible. Includes many unnamed girls from past games and at least one new one -- Cailyn Hughes. Game includes a maze, paintball, laser tag, and more, all throughout the hallways. READ DISCLAIMERS

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How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)

Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)

Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)

Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What's the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)

Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)

Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies)

Then choose your ending.



Link to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in my profile.



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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-NC, Violence, Maledom, Sadism, Torture

-Lots of Gross Smells/Tastes, Bodily Fluids, Sweat, Armpits

-Whipping, Beating, Injuries, Weapons

-Electrocution

-Bit of Piss and Blood

-Anal

-Bondage, Ropes, Chains, Stuck-in-wall

-Unconscious

-Forced insertions



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The Hall Minotaur - Part 2

We all have to navigate the pitch black maze with our hands constantly outstretched, feeling along the walls and waving out in front of ourselves. Eventually I find where a girl had unlocked one of the wall sections -- a flat metal panel with a keyhole was built into the custom plastic wall, which opens into a doorway now left ajar. The new opening expands the maze to cover even more of the schooI’s hallways, and I quickly realize these doors seem to be placed at the building’s stairways that lead up to the second floor or down to the basement. The maze will double then triple in size, allowing the girls even more winding walls with which to distance themselves from me. I head upstairs, hoping to catch up to whatever women are getting closer to escaping the maze.

The second floor normally has lots of natural light from its many windows, but it’s now totally darkened by the plastic maze walls lining every hallway. Though it’s pitch black up here, I see something glowing on the floor in a corner. A tiny LED screen on some little device. Another weapon! Or maybe weapon is the wrong word, because when I pick it up I realize it’s a strange custom remote of some sort. Almost a TV remote, but it only has a small display screen and a number pad of buttons. I try pressing buttons, and the display shows what numbers I enter, but no matter what I try, a moment later it beeps as if incorrect and then resets to blank. I take the remote and continue into the darkness.

After a few minutes of feeling my way through the twisting maze, I stumble upon a familiar glow of light. But the girl I find with her head stuck inside a big tube-style TV isn’t alone this time. She sits on the floor, with another naked girl standing behind her feeling around the back of her TV.

“Just-- just hold still. There’s supposed to be a keyhole somewhere. Don’t worry. No, just stay still.” The standing girl holds a key, whispering nervously. She’s trying to help unlock the TV-head. How sweet.

I approach silently, unbeknownst to the blinded girls. The light from the screen changes when I get close, blanketing the dark hall in dazzling colors. It’s starting to show instructions to me on how to use this remote. Perfect!

The standing girl is a dainty thing, average height but petite and slight. Fair skin and pure blonde hair like silk. The word ‘angelic’ comes to mind, even as I stare at her most sinful spots. She lacks curves, but God damn she’s cute. I gaze at her perky little tits as I sneak right up next to the oblivious schooIgirls.

The TV-head sitting on the floor is just as appealing, though not pure at all. Curvier than the other girl. Bronze skin with indecent bikini tan lines. She has a cheerleader figure, I’d say. Lithe, athletic, a mix of soft femininity and sporty fitness. She has some slutty tattoos -- not abuse from this island, she came in like this -- a flower on an ankle, a lacy pattern wrapping her entire upper thigh. Even without seeing her face, I can tell she’s a popular girl. Well, so much good that does her in this place.

I hunch down close, tilting my head for a voyeuristic look between the popular chick’s legs where she sits. Her pussy seems… damaged. Jesus, it’s like the labia and clit were pierced a bunch of times, clearly with little care. Did -- did I do this to her in a game I can’t even remember? Fuck.

My eyes scan the instructions on the screen, and I smile realizing what the remote does. I look and the number written in marker on the blonde’s chest above those yummy nipples staring back at me lewdly. Female 15. She mutters something to the seated girl again, grunting with frustration as her little fingers can’t seem to find the keyhole. The girls have no idea the monster hunting them through this maze is calmly standing mere feet away watching them right now. I accidentally let out a hiss of laughter from my nose.

Female 15 freezes, “Who-- who’s there!?” And before I can react, she’s scrambling away, bailing on the other girl to save herself!

Shit! I lunge forward to grab her, but she slips from my grasp, blindly stumbling and scurrying.

Just before she can slip away into the shadows, my fingers scramble for the remote, quickly pressing the number buttons ‘015’. And the remote beeps pleasantly. It worked!

I immediately watch the blonde shriek then fall with a hard slap, the key she was holding jingling away across the floor. Shame, she was doing so well. Her whole body tenses up as the metal collar around her neck is triggered and sends a powerful current of electricity through her. I approach, watching her writhe in agony, mouth frozen in a groaning grimace, sweet little creamy butt and thighs jiggling softly with motion.

The shock goes for what feels like an eternity on its own -- it’s not like I’m holding down a button or anything. I squat down right next to her, watching in awe and arousal. My cock swells at how wrong the sight is. She tosses onto her back, arching her chest, little boobs vibrating seductively. She has no control over her body.

The electricity stops finally, and the girl exhales a rattling breath, body unclenching weakly. My eyes are glued to her crotch -- wispy blonde pubes, pink slit down the center -- when a trickle of pee starts leaking out of it suddenly! I let out a chuckle of astonishment, watching a random classmate piss herself right before my eyes. It dribbles down onto the hallway floor, wets her pubes, streams down her pale inner thighs.

Before she can even finish, I’m swooping down on top of her, my excitement boiling. She paws at me as I grapple her, but the shock treatment has sapped all her strength. I easily overpower the petite schooIgirl, f0rcing her into doggy position, crushing her pretty blindfolded face down on the hard floor, propping her ass up high to face me, slapping and spanking to subdue her further. The whole time, light from the TV nearby paints her beautiful nakedness with cold color.

No hesitation, no warming her up to it, just some quick spit to lube us and I start squeezing my penis into her tight unwilling hole. She bucks and screams, but I just hold her head down and continue pushing deeper.

The girl’s little pink asshole is staring right up at me there, so I start working my thumb into it, causing a whole new explosion of protests from the teen. After almost tearing her open, I finally twist it inside. It gives me more control over her, like holding a bowling ball. I increase my pace humping my cock in and out of her cunt right below my submerged thumb.

8-bit sounds drown out the blonde’s shrill voice. “Female 15 eliminated,” the Announcer says apathetically.

Next to us, the TV-head seems to be following the obscene sounds I’m making with Female 15, closing in on us blindly. She tries to come at me to interfere, to save the girl that had tried to save her. But it takes little effort to manhandle her too. Slipping my cock out of the blonde and letting her fall weeping on her belly, I stand and turn to face my attacker. I wrench the tan girl around by her big bulky tube TV, using her cord to handle her like a dog on a leash. Shoving her screen-down on the floor next to Female 15, I start wrestling her into the same doggy position. With pussy juices still lubricating my cock from the girl lying next to her, I f0rce myself inside her damaged cunt, not a care in the world for her well-being. She wails from inside her TV, kicking back at me. The pain of her heel hitting my shin only aggravates me to jab harder.

The Announcer declares the girl eliminated, but I continue just a bit longer. This one’s pussy is more experienced, less innocently tight as the girl next to her. My cock pulses harder inside her, my pace increasing, my brain shutting off and incapable of caring about the damage I’m causing.

Still impaling the TV-head, I suddenly notice some shuffling from around a corner nearby us. I turn and see yet another blindfolded girl in the dim light not far away. It seems she stumbled upon us accidentally. When she realizes what she’s hearing, she gasps and turns to run. I don’t get a good look at her at all really, but just as she slips into total darkness around a corner, I catch a glimpse of the number written on her back.

I toss the girl I’m fucking aside, letting her fall trembling next to the other one on the floor. Grabbing the remote and hoping it still has enough charge left in it, I chase after the new girl.

I enter the numbers I’d seen, ‘010’. It beeps, and in the pitch black ahead of me, I hear a squeal and the slap of skin falling on hard floor. A clicking taser sound and a gurgling throat. Then when the shock ceases, I feel my way toward the girl. I hear her shuffling, trying to crawl away, trying to regain her senses, panting and mumbling weakly, “No… No get away from me…”

Unable to see the squirming girl I’m grabbing, I grapple her blindly. I grab a wrist to stop her punching, choke at a soft feminine throat, pin the unknown chick onto her back and mount myself on top. I have no idea who I’m violating right now, only that she feels perky and smooth and her voice is young. So she’s a teen, not a teacher. Besides the quick glimpse I had gotten of her back in the dim light, I don’t even know what she looks like. But she’s entirely mine in this moment.

Without sight, I have to go by my other senses. My hands grope her up and down. Her tits fill only part of my hands, but the rest of her feels pliable and plush all over. Her ass is huge for her small frame, my fingers digging into the squishy pillows. My face shoves down to rub into different parts of her body as we struggle. Her skin is damp with sweat from traversing the dark maze for quite some time now. Yet she has a sweet scent from whatever fashionable products perfume her little body. I breathe in her aroma. I lick her clammy skin, tasting the salty flesh of some random teen from my schooI. Tasting her from her stomach heaving with heavy breaths, up to an exquisite breast tipped with a nipple that seems almost inverted in its center, up her chest and neck flushed with heat. She tries to bite me when I attempt to maul her face, but several sharp slaps of my palm seem to tame her.

Spreading her legs and laying myself flat out on her soft damp body, belly to belly, I feel her shaky breathing hot on my ear. She whispers unintelligibly, pleading to me or God or whatever. And I reach down and begin inserting myself, her puffy outer labia a wonderfully inviting entrance for my tip to plunge into. She exhales a shrill cry of anguish, her unaroused little cunt getting pried open f0rcibly. She thrashes beneath me but is unable to escape it. Any clawing of her hands, gnashing of her teeth, or kick of her feet is met with brutal slaps and choking in response. My cock drives deeper, bottoming out and delighting in the teenager’s spasming insides.

Lifting and dropping my hips, I churn the helpless girl’s insides, my face nuzzling into her sweaty neck and waves of hair. Her fragrance fills my lungs as much as my cock fills her guts.

The sounds of squelching fluids, skin patting against skin, and sniffling cries are soon drowned out by exciting arcade sounds and the Announcer’s robotically unsympathetic voice, “Female 10 eliminated.”

Humping a few dozen more times to really savor this wonderful unknown classmate of mine, I nibble at her ear and whisper, “Good girl,” before lifting off of her. She gasps and bursts into tears, curling up in a ball as I dismount and depart into the twisting dark maze once more.

* * *

Without any light sources, I have to feel my way through the pitch blackness just like all the blindfolded female participants. This is admittedly a really hard game -- an ever-changing dark maze with everyone trying to move silently. Surprises are around every corner, but unlike the women, I don’t have to fear bumping into the worst surprise imaginable -- me. It must be terrifying for them. Any corner they turn could put them face to face with the boy from their schooI hunting them, trying to torture them into submission with random weapons before rap1ng and eliminating them. Worst of all they think elimination means forfeit for them or their loved ones. God, this is crazy.

But unlike the girls that can move around, the Receptacles are actually easy to stumble upon in the dark. They stick right out from the wall, so as you’re feeling your way along, your hand randomly brushes right into them.

I find one, my heart jumping from the surprise of feeling flesh suddenly. Tone legs quiver at my touch, the chains holding them up rattling in the silence. My hands explore. Athletic and elegant all over. Slender feet wiggling out to the sides. Ass hanging down slightly, firm but feminine and pillowy. Delicate inner thighs, and a puffy mound at the center. Pubic hair, though trimmed and expertly maintained. Pussy lips spill out at the center, dainty little flower petals. Hmm, the panties have already been ripped apart, the crotch of the underwear torn and dangling loosely, a lacy waistband the only thing still intact on the female. This means someone already got her key out.

Catching a whiff of tempting womanliness, I crouch down and press my face into the random pussy. The taste is tart and mature, my tongue invading the clenching hole. Muffled whines come from behind the wall. I determine this is an older female, middle-aged maybe. Devouring her without a thought for permission, I find myself wondering whose fingers were digging around in here not long ago. Were they as hasty as I am? Or were they gentle with this lady, concerned for her decency and well-being?

I decide to take her for a spin real quick. Why not? A few minutes won’t hurt, and it’s not like she hasn’t already lost all dignity. Pulling my tongue out of her and spitting to get her nice and lubed, I stand up straight and slap my erection on her slimy crotch a few times to stiffen myself up hard again. Then I shove forward heedlessly, my fingers pinching at her pussy flaps and pulling them apart out of the way to allow my cock to slide in better. A groaning sigh escapes me as my head goes fuzzy with bliss.

Fuck, I love how every girl is so unique. Sure their bodies are each meant for this, built to accept a cock. But there’s so much variety in depth, shape, slickness. The way they grip and suck at my meat in different ways. Some of the little teenagers are so inexperienced and tight, barely able to fit me. Others like this one feel like sinking into a warm bath. A motherly hug, a canal that’s been used for years to please some husband and to pop out chi1dren.

As I drill in and out of the unknown and unseen woman, the sound of her jingling chains keeps drawing my attention. I grip her clammy feet as I pummel her cunt, enjoying the way her toes wiggle, her legs kicking weakly, barely able to budge.

And then I notice the ankles are bound in leather cuffs with buckles. Basically like small dog collars or leather belts, which can easily be unbuckled. And as I feel upward, the chains go from these cuffs up to little slide bolt snaps attached to rings on the plastic wall. That end can simply be unclipped. I pause with fucking the woman, a sudden realization making my jaw drop.

Pulling out of the cunt, I start quickly removing the cuffs and chains. Once freed, the woman kicks wildly at me, actually quite painfully finding her mark a couple times. But without the support of the chains, her legs are soon left dangling down awkwardly. Her toes not quite able to reach the floor below, feet kicking around from the horrible discomfort of her lower back digging down onto the edge of the hole in the wall.

And that’s how I leave her, gathering up her chains and feeling my way off into the dark again.

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The next TV-head I find is a fat black woman sitting cowering against the wall she’s tethered to by her power cord. I know exactly what teacher this must be, and I shake my head at the absurdity of this game as I approach the unsuspecting lady.

Half-muted screams erupt from within her TV as I attack her without warning, laying into her suddenly with brutal whips of my newfound chains. She tries to crawl away from the lashing metal, but I yank her back by her cord-leash. A sharp kick sends her wincing onto her back on the floor. Stepping on her chubby belly to hold her in place, ignoring her fingers clawing at my ankle, I gaze down into her screen.

And to my delight, there are in fact instructions being typed out for the usage of these chains! So not only will they allow it, they planned these as weapons for the game! The screen shows some suggestions on how to use them, displayed in shockingly graphic pixel art illustrations. But it says once I’ve used any chains as weapons and I hear the success sound, any further usage of chains will no longer count toward progressing the game. So they only help eliminate one female I guess. Still… wow.

Suddenly I’m interrupted by a loud Thwack! followed by a searing pain in the back of my head! Another girl has come out of nowhere and attacked me from behind! “Ah, fuck!” I hiss out loud. She catches me again in the shoulder before I can slip out of her range.

“Fuck you! Fucking bastard! You’re enjoying all this, aren’t you! Sick fucking bastard!” the belligerent blindfolded girl screams, swinging wildly now as if at a moving piñata. The girl has a previous weapon I’d discarded -- the cattle prod -- and though it has no charge left, it’s still a metal and plastic stick she can bludgeon me with. This feisty teen must’ve heard all the commotion I’d been making with the black lady and snuck up on me to help save the teacher.

I catch glimpses of my attacker. A cute emo chick, sort of goth. Small stature, pale and fleshy body with decent curves for her petite size. Straight black hair, diagonal on the sides, blunt bangs in the front. Slightly gauged earlobes she probably used to get in trouble for having back at our Catholic high schooI. I think I recognize this girl, but here her identity doesn’t matter anymore. Her true name is now written on her skin -- Female 6.

Regaining my composure, I start striking back with my chains, flogging the troublesome girl in her leg, then hip. She screams out, red marks already showing on her creamy skin.

But as I dodge out of the way of a retaliating flurry of swings, I don’t notice the TV-head trying to get to her feet behind me. I back right into the chunky black woman, and we tumble and crash to the floor together. The side panel of her TV gets smashed inward, sparks flying. The dark hallway changes colors rapidly as the screen glitches and illuminates everything in a series of multi-colored flashes. Then the light shuts out completely, plunging me into pitch blackness.

Although the playing field is balanced now with all of us blinded, pain and frustration spurs me into a rage. “That’s enough!” I growl as Female 9 comes at me again. Her stick thuds into me one more time, but I catch it under my arm, pulling the small girl close.

And I let loose on the impudent teen.

It’s the discipline this rebellious teenager has clearly never gotten in her life. And her whole demeanor changes. It’s like no one has ever laid a finger on her. She’s never truly come face to face with the fact of how astronomically different the strength of a bigger boy is compared to a little girl like her. And when I show her that difference, her daring violence shrivels into cowering pleas. I drive the air from her sweet little lungs. I whip her flawless flesh. I feel her feeble muscles straining and failing against mine. The sense of power over another human being is like a drug. God, this island really has made me into a monster. This is all so wrong. Yet my heart is racing with excitement. What the hell is wrong with me?

Soon the intensity in the dark hallway has calmed into the sounds of pathetic whimpering and defeated panting. Our battling has worked up a sheen of perspiration on the women, a slight musk of sweat joining the sweet feminine fragrances in the air. I get the two squirming ladies wrestled down to sit back to back with each other on the floor, slapping their floundering hands out of the way every few seconds and working the chains around them.

I have no choice but to spend this extra time. The instructions said the chains have to be used as more than just whips swung at a female participant. I have to get more creative. The screen gave me a bunch of suggestions, all of them fucking difficult.

The TV-head’s power cord helps subdue the females sitting with their backs to each other. I wrap it in a figure eight pulled tight around both their necks so that if either of them tries to pull away, their tugging chokes at the other girl. This helps distract them while I fumble around in the dark figuring out a good way to use the chains. Their specific length is hard to work with.

I get the chains’ leather cuffs onto Female 9’s little wrists. I get her arms lifted, hands behind her neck, wrists crossed, elbows up. Then each chain goes from its cuff at her wrist, wraps around under the armpit of the black teacher at her back, around the front of the teacher under her fat tits, continues around under the other armpit, goes back up to loop around the teen’s throat under the chin. Then I pop the little earring-plugs out of her earlobes, letting them clatter to the floor, and the bolt snap at the end of each chain gets clipped into her little gauged piercing holes. Both chains are wrapped the same, just in opposite directions -- cuffed wrist behind the teen’s neck, wrapped around the teacher’s midsection under the arms and tits, back up and around the front of the teen’s neck, clipped into an earlobe. The chains are the perfect length for it. And though I can’t see it all, I bet it would look like a work of fucking art!

The two ladies croak and screech in the dark, each struggling against the other. The power cord chokes at the chunky teacher with every movement, her voice muffled within the bulky television on her head. The emo girl sits strangled from both chain and cord at her throat, stretched earlobes threatening to tear.

Upbeat arcade sounds and the Announcer’s voice fill the air, “Object used successfully. Female 6 may now be penetrated and eliminated.”

But while they sit there writhing, back against sweaty back, I have my fun. I mean, after all that, I should enjoy the fruits of my labor for at least a minute or five, right?

All in total darkness, I play with impunity. My cattle prod swings and pokes. My palm paddles into damp skin. My fingers pinch at the teacher’s privates and nipples, tickle at the teen’s armpits and cunt-lips. Everything I do to them makes them react, flinching and recoiling from pain or humiliation. And every reactive movement sets off a domino effect of choking and tugging between the two women. And Christ, the variety of involuntary sounds the ladies make explodes through the hallway like nothing I’ve ever heard.

Kneeling down low, I wrestle the black woman’s wrists out of the way and shove my face into her fat sweaty tits, motor-boating around teasingly before suckling at a big puffy nipple. Salty.

Around the other side, I lay flat out on my stomach in front of my classmate sitting on the hallway floor, and I work my face right between her kicking legs. She squeals, and I feel the heat from her soft thighs clamp in on either side of my head trying to stop me. I laugh maniacally, tongue fighting to get a taste of teen cunt, the enclosed air hot with her savory scent as I’m stifled in her crotch.

Then with my cock engorging painfully against the floor, I jump up again and push the women over. They topple, both crying out in surprise. With the black teacher flattened onto her belly, TV screen facedown on the floor, I get the teen to lie faceup on top. The goth girl wails with fear as I hold her by both ankles, her little feet kicking around in my grasp. Back-to-back on the bigger woman under her. Arms bound, elbows pointing up. She cries pathetically, begs me not to do this. Gone is that feistiness she had only minutes ago.

It’s a constant fight to hold the struggling teen in place on top of the other lady, a battle to hold her kicking legs open while mounting and aiming my cock at her entrance. But soon I’m jabbing my way inside yet another warm hole. And damn, it’s one of the best of the day. The way it quivers and winks with pain at my stabbing glans. The way the insides try to push me out as I bore in deeper. Once my cock is partway submerged, I lay myself on top of the stack of women, engulfing a small teenage breast in my mouth, my hands sliding across every inch of flesh beneath me.

The emo schooIgirl’s tits are a decent size for her small figure, nice handfuls, wonderfully pliable. She tastes practically sweet despite the humidity the three of us have worked up in this corner of the dark maze. I moan with bestial bliss, moving my mouth from tit to tit, enjoying the heat of her silky skin. I run my tongue upward to an exposed armpit. Even here, the girl tastes good. Her whole body shudders with revulsion.

Meanwhile below, my hips have started humping, my dick hammering deeper and deeper, her pussy left with no choice but to warm up to it and accept its fate.

“Female 6 eliminated.” The Announcer’s cool voice sends a shiver through me, reminding me where I am, reminding me how many innocent women I’ve ruined today. My penis swells like steel within the schooIgirl’s vagina, and I nearly cum. I pause, breathing heavily, calming my arousal. Not yet -- I have so much more work to do, and cumming will only slow me down from being able to fuck all the rest of the players running around the halls out there.

The chubby teacher underneath keeps trying to roll over or get up on her hands and knees to crawl away, and it becomes too much to bear trying to constantly wrangle the heap of female flesh while fucking the teen on top. And she’s been eliminated anyway. So I let them tumble onto their sides, still squawking and squirming and bound together.

Deciding not to take as long on the teacher as I did with the little teen, I get to work with brutal haste. With her worming around on her side, I lift her heavy leg, wrestling with it as she tries to kick me away. She’s stronger than the younger girl behind her only because she’s bigger. But it’s no use -- she’s still just a wimpy female teacher not used to doing anything physical like this, and she’s easily overpowered by a male student much stronger than her. I pin her arm, wrestle her legs, spank and spread her fat butt cheeks. I guide my throbbing cock, finding the thick labia sticking out a bit from pudgy outer lips. And I stab, without hesitation, without going slow. A cattle prod of my own, used on a cow of a woman.

Once I’ve worked my way in the black cunt, I have to bite my lower lip with how good it feels. She gets loosened up so much quicker than any other woman I’ve been inside today. And soon she’s leaking juices down over her ass cheek, my balls wet and slapping with every thrust. She hates every second of this, and yet her body knows its purpose.

“Female 22 eliminated.” And at that announcement, the black woman stops fighting so much. She realizes it’s no use, and from then on I just hear soft whimpering cries of despair from inside her TV. Another one conquered. Another one that could make me cum if I’m not careful.

I hump casually for another minute, unable to resist. My hands fondle both ladies lying on their sides with their backs to each other. The goth teen pussy right there to play with while I squeeze at the big juicy butt of the black teacher, my drenched cock gliding in and out. The soft sounds, the humid smells, the sloppy pussy wrapped around my meat. I don’t even mind not seeing anything. This is heaven.

A few minutes later I finally leave the two of them there still bound and struggling together. And I continue my hunt, hoping I haven’t wasted too much time.

* * *

My high schooI has been transformed into a labyrinth of lightless corridors and shifting walls. But I think I’m starting to figure it all out. The mechanical walls box us in on all sides nearly everywhere we go, so that we’re never actually touching the real schooI walls and doors behind them. The game starts on the main floor. Most stairways are blocked by doors to unlock. I’ve explored every corner of the second floor, and I’m convinced it’s all a big dead end up there.

Back to the stairs, I find another door that one of the girls had gotten unlocked, and it goes down to the basement floor. Things are different down here. The walls still shift, still box us in, but they’re also outlined in neon green lights! It’s a dull glow, only providing dim lighting, but it’s a huge improvement from the pitch black of most of the first and second floors above.

And with the help of these eerie lights, I start to finally understand the correct way to complete the maze. While only one stairway down to the basement had an unlockable door, my schooI has two sets of stairs that lead to the basement, one at each end of the schooI. And as I traverse from one end of the basement to the other, I find another unlockable door! This should give us access to the other stairs that return us up to the main floor again, except in a new area we haven’t gotten to -- the far wing that connects the rest of the building to the schooI chapel. So the correct path in the maze is to unlock the stairs down to the basement, make your way across the entire basement floor all the way to the opposite end of the schooI, then find another door at the stairway on that side that takes you back up to the main floor.

But as I reach this door in the basement, I find that no one has unlocked it yet. This door will lead right up the stairs to the chapel wing. I bet the final exit is up there. I’ll need to protect this area.

I glance around. This is right outside where the schooI’s media and audio room is, I think. Of course it’s a little hard to tell with all the maze walls in the way. Then I pause. What was that noise? I could've sworn I heard something. Coming from inside the room on the other side of this wall? Straining to listen, I go to press my ear to the wall, but something else distracts me suddenly. Something catches my eye, a small oscillating light just up ahead. Not the neon from the walls. An object laying on the floor!

And that’s when I find my sixth weapon of the day -- a laser tag gun.

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When the trigger is pulled, my gun rumbles and flashes with lights, and the maze around me reacts. The green neon lights along the edges of all the walls flicker to white and then back, and the nearest PA speakers give off electronic arcade blasting sounds. That’s if I miss. But when I shoot at one of the metal collars around a female’s neck, the green lights turn red, casting a momentary infernal tint onto everything; the PA rings with 8-bit coin sounds; and the collar that I hit gets activated, electricity jolting through the female target for several seconds!

It’s exhilarating -- I’m immersed in a video game experience, one with real-life consequences! The laser tag gun seems to have much more usage than any of the other previous weapons in the maze. The battery might last me the rest of the entire game. It’s made me into a superpowered ‘final boss’ for the female participants to contend with. It’s like a negative feedback loop that helps balance the scales against how many girls are getting close to reaching the final door to victory.

But it seems my gun stops firing if I stay put in one spot. Arcade charging sounds come from the gun and speakers only when I move to new hallways, meaning I can’t just ‘camp’ near the locked exit door. This makes for a rapid-fire pace -- keep moving, keep shooting, keep fucking girls to eliminate them, then move again.

I fire at a brown-skinned girl. She squeals and drops, her naked body bathed in crimson light as I bear down on her. Lowering one weapon, I raise another -- my cock. Stiffening at the sight of flesh spasming in agony at my feet. I plunge, tearing at innocence, the sweet feeling of conquest washing over me.

A short-haired female slams into a wall as her collar takes over her muscles and wrings out a stream of piss down her inner thighs. Savage instinct replaces all rational thought as I slam her down and pry open her slick legs.

“Object used successfully. Female 13 may now be penetrated and eliminated.” Each time another girl shrieks, the Announcer’s voice rings with unsettling tranquility.

“Female 2 eliminated.” The calm voice becomes part of me as I hunt.

One after another, women fall victim to shock treatment, brutality, and sudden impalement. Shoot them, shock them, kick and wrestle them on the cold hallway floor. Then pierce my meat in with haste. Sometimes I shove inside one girl while thinking of another, comparing them. Sometimes I give only a brief stab just to get them eliminated. Sometimes I can’t help but enjoy a girl for a minute, my senses oversaturated with their lovely body.

It’s a challenge to keep getting hard so much, but it’s a challenge I don’t mind. And my arousal is easily jolted back to life each time I get to rough up another naked girl from my schooI. Shove my face into the crotch of a classmate, inhale their womanhood. Taste the breasts of a teacher, invade their precious modesty. Every pussy tastes different, endless juices left on my lips and chin. My cock is perpetually dripping with various fluids, always lubricated and ready to slip inside the next hole.

The TV-heads start displaying how many participants are left in the game, so I occasionally check their screens as I pass them in the twisting halls. Their numbers are dwindling. Just a few more girls.

But as I circle back to the basement stairs door, I find it’s been unlocked. Someone got through! Shit, they’ll win the game! And I don’t know what that will mean for any of us. I was warned it could risk forfeit for the girls, their loved ones, or even me! I race through the open door to follow whoever unlocked it. Up the stairs and back to the main floor. The maze twists and turns in darkness for a little ways, walls shifting more than they ever have.

Then finally I see the entrance to the chapel ahead. Not a maze wall, but the actual chapel door. A bit of natural light leaks through as the maze ends just before the door, making a halo of illumination to guide me to the end of the labyrinth, a light at the end of the tunnel.

And at the final door, sure enough I see a blindfolded naked female, hunched down and hurriedly working to get her key into the keyhole. Blonde, tall and lanky, fair pinkish complexion glistening with sweat.

I dash forward, shooting frantically. But I’m too late. She bursts through, the big wooden door creaking open. And even when my shots hit her collar, she powers through the pain, stumbling to victory inside the chapel.

“Female 11 wins. Congratulations.” The Announcer’s voice is as smooth as ever. Happy 8-bit victory music encircles us as we both slow to a panting stop. I lower my laser tag gun, taking in my surroundings, not sure what happens now. And a little ahead of me, Female 11 collapses to the floor, finally succumbing to the electricity coursing through her, crawling gasping for breath up the center aisle of the church, rows of wooden pews on either side of her.

The faint smell of incense hangs in the stagnant air of the large cathedral-like space, the sounds we make echoing in the vaulted ceiling high above. Extravagant pillars and arches, carved reliefs and statues. Everything dimly lit by the scattering of candles throughout the chapel as well as the daylight barely managing to come through the colorful stained glass windows lining the side walls. The massive crucifix hanging above the altar is usually the focal point of the place, but today something else stands out. A TV sitting on the grand altar table adds its staticky light to the shadowed chapel.

Up close to the girl crawling up the center aisle now, I get a better look at her. And I recognize the teen -- Cailyn Hughes, the volleyball star at my schooI. I think she plays basketball too. She’s one of those types of girls -- good at everything she does, joins lots of extracurriculars, determined to get college scholarships. No wonder she won. The ultra-competitive girl probably aced this game. As I walk up to her, I imagine her rapidly feeling her way through the dark maze, shoving others aside so she can win, not concerned with what happens to those left behind.

I never thought much of Cailyn back in real life. But now, when she’s out of breath lying naked on the floor at my feet and I get to see her most private spots on full display, I’m quite interested. She had always been such a strong, confident, almost intimidating presence at my high schooI. But now she’s completely terrified, vulnerable. With shiny strawberry blonde hair, she’s one of those blondes that’s almost a ginger but not quite. I’d always thought her face was kind of average, not the best honestly, but now I see how tempting the rest of her is. I tilt my head, mouth salivating as my eyes consume every inch of the girl’s body against her will. Some freckles here and there, angular sharp features, skin flushed a bit pink. Her long, thin figure shimmers with a sexy sheen of sweat. Scuffed up knees and a couple bruises from falling at some point in the dark maze. Tight perky butt, tiny tits on a toned torso, small light pink nipples.

The TV on the altar crackles to life, showing a game-like interface suddenly. And the Announcer almost sounds gleeful as she speaks from the church sound system, “The male will now use the remote on the table to choose a reward for Female 11.”

My remote I’d left back in my room this morning sits now on a silver plate next to the TV on the altar table. The screen shows a menu with a series of options. Rewards I can give to Cailyn for winning. I could give her an astonishingly large bonus cash prize once she finally leaves the island, a better scholarship than she could’ve ever dreamed of. I could count this maze as however many completed games I want, meaning I could just give her the 10 games needed to get off the island right here and now! Or the opposite -- there’s an option to keep her on the island even longer! Or even make her a permanent feature of future games, I guess like the Receptacles and TV-heads were in this one. The options range from grotesque and psychotic to surprisingly generous and merciful. This poor teenager’s life is in my hands. But no matter which I choose, they all start with a sadistic prerequisite, something we all have to endure before Cailyn is granted her ultimate fate. Fuck, this is going to be a long day, isn’t it? I bite my lip with anticipation as I make my choice with the remote. Boop!

The Announcer’s voice is heard echoing throughout the entire schooI then, “Thank you for your seIection. Female 11 will be granted the chosen reward… But first, all female participants will have one more chance at victory today. All eliminated females are now back in the game. All previous rules still apply. Remember, the first female to pass through the final door before being eliminated wins the game and will be rewarded. Begin.”

Cailyn cries out incredulously, “But-- But I won! Wai-wait you can’t do this! I fucking won! No! Stop it! AHH! ” I grip a handful of the blindfolded teen’s silky hair as she tries to get up and escape me. A hard knee to her belly shuts her up. Then I press ‘011’ and ‘Enter’ on my remote and watch her crumble in electric agony to the floor again.

“Object used successfully. Female 11 may now be penetrated and eliminated,” the Announcer says over the loud taser-like clicking followed by arcade sounds. Damn, that was quick. I guess even though Cailyn was already in the chapel, she couldn’t win because she didn’t ‘pass through the final door’. Cruel.

I have my remote now, which the TV says can be used like any of the other weapons found in the maze. I can now administer shock treatment to any female at will. No more limited charges or ammunition. I could simply chill right outside the chapel and just shock them as they come right to me one by one.

I gaze down at the girl spasming at my feet, electricity jolting through her for as long as I hold down the Enter button on my remote.

She won the whole maze by escaping me through all the doors, made it all the way to the end only to find out she gets the same torture as all the others anyway. She fought so hard to win the prize of safety or freedom, but in the end she is the prize. Cailyn Hughes is my reward.

The girl is too weak to even stand on her own now, so I drag her by the hair, her raspy voice pleading incoherently. Up the couple steps of the altar, I lift and heave, bending her over the holy table. Her feet on the floor, but her knees too shaky to support herself, she slumps facedown on the table, bent with her pale butt facing me. What a fucking sight. I lick my lips, one hand sliding up and down her slick slender back, the other squeezing and spanking her tight little ass. She groans groggily, seemingly going into shock and barely aware of her surroundings anymore.

I begin hastily delving into the teen, lifting her head off the table by the hair and leaning over to lick up the side of her neck and cheek. She whines and recoils from me, so I thump her face back down on the table.

I kneel down behind her, kissing at a pale ass cheek, then licking the other. Her sweat is invigorating, my dick engorging from the wrongness of it all. Then I spread her little cheeks, inspecting her pink asshole and cunt. Everything is appealing and crude at the same time. I shove my face into the musty privates of the star volleyball girl from my schooI, breathing her hot scent, tasting her little snatch. Her labia hangs out more externally than most girls, so I bite at the petals, making her squirm above me. My cock throbs with longing, drips precum down to the floor where I kneel. Still caked in the fluids of dozens of other women, it’s about to be shoved inside yet another unwilling hole. This classmate of mine is about to be sacrificed to this depraved island right here on the church altar.

I stand and start grinding on her, my rock-hard penis sliding up and down her slit, my tip parting through her folds and adding sticky juices to everything it rubs.

And then I plunge. Cailyn is renewed with life from the sudden pain, screaming out and bucking. But I hold her in place, shoving her upper body back down onto the tabletop, gripping her hips to keep her steady. She’s dangerously tight, but I press onward, slow and steady, deeper, spreading my classmate’s narrow entrance wider with every inch. The slime of every other girl still coating my meat helps her take it, as if they’re all here to support her. Cailyn shakes violently, legs giving out completely. Her hands try to reach back to claw and fight her assailant, but I pin her wrists behind her back and pump harder into her guts. It’s a wonderful standing doggie position. I can hold her thin hips, push my palm down onto her sexy back, even grab her hair like the reins of a horse as I ride her from behind.

“Female 11 eliminated.” The Announcer’s voice and all the 8-bit sounds that come with it are hard to hear over the sounds of heaven and hell echoing throughout the chapel.

And just when the helpless girl might think it can’t get any worse, I start playing with her butt cheeks. Spreading, slapping, thumb violating the little wrinkled button in the center. She wails and sobs when my thumb digs inside. And a few minutes later, I’m pulling my cock out of her slippery wreck of a cunt and jabbing it harshly at the tight sphincter just above. The girl seems to have never had anything in this hole before. But no matter how much of a fuss she puts up, the tall sporty blonde can’t stop me. I eventually work my tip into the tightest, most unwilling hole of the entire day.

As I churn the bowels of a fellow student from my high schooI, I find myself wondering how this all ends. Not just today’s game, but all of it. I can feel things coming to a conclusion on this island soon. Very soon. And as I gaze around the chapel, I wonder what this has all meant. Or maybe there isn’t some deeper meaning or plot to the whole thing after all. I mean, who am I -- the monster -- to question my purpose anyway? Maybe it’s not my job to help us get off the island, or figure out who’s behind it all. Maybe I’m simply put here to run these games, to enjoy myself, to indulge. So what if this is all some sick entertainment filmed and sold on the dark web. Sure, I’ve noticed I’m drugged, noticed glimpses of people setting things up or cleaning or running things behind the scenes. Sure, I know there are more buildings further inland, restricted places just out of reach hidden behind trees. So what if it’s all a setup. A test. Maybe I don’t need to care who runs it all. I run it now, right? I can think of it as some nightmare, or appreciate it all as the dream come true it is.

I exhale with a growl of sudden ecstasy, finally allowing myself to explode. Spurt after spurt of cum pumps deep into the schooIgirl’s rectum. My whole body shudders, my knees almost giving out as the climax I’ve deprived myself of all day finally detonates. My senses are doused in heavenly delight as semen fills the teen’s insides, pools around my pulsing penis impaling her plundered asshole. What was this girl’s name again? What reward did I give her for winning the maze game today? My brain is flooded with bliss, just as her belly is flooded with jizz.

Heaving heavy breaths, still coming back to earth, cock still stuffed in teen butthole, I find myself standing there gazing up deliriously at the crucifix looming over me above the altar. It fills me with a sudden sense of trepidation. I can’t help but wonder if some higher power has been pulling my strings all along.

Do I decide how this all ends?

Have I ever had a choice in any of this?



Concluded in the full release of S.O.L. Games, with multiple mini-endings depending on your choices.



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