She really sucks at this, but the feeling is unlike any other! Just knowing how chaste this girl is, how she would never allow this in real life, how I barely even knew this bitch. And yet I’m face-fucking her! Globs of spit drip down Madison Halpern’s pretty face, her natural blonde hair wet and swinging from the thrusting movement.
I enjoy myself thoroughly, reaching up to grab handfuls of her tiny tits, pinch at her nipples, even reach further across the counter to feel her fuzzy snatch. More pubes than I would’ve expected. But it’s so soft! I fondle the velvety petals spilling out from her slit. She lets out a muffled scream of protest, vibrating around my cock in her mouth. I almost explode right then and there.
But before I can finish, a victorious arcade game jingle accompanies the Announcer’s contented voice, “Punishment complete. The male must now help unbind Female 4 and line all players up at their respective walls. Female 4 is now the Wolf.”
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“What’s the time, Miss Wolf?” The women remember to use the correct title and manage to call out in unison. I stand lined up with them, each of us touching the wall on one side of the cafeteria. Though I participate alongside the ladies, I get to remain silent, and my eyes get to observe.
“4 o’clock?” Madison calls back timidly from far across the large room, lingering pain and fear making her voice quiver pathetically.
Together, the women and I turn and begin taking 7 steps toward Madison. My pace is lazy, unworried. I realize I’ll be punished like the rest of them if I mess up, and I have no interest in allowing that. But I’m able to see, so if I have to run I have a massive advantage.
I look around, my hand casually stroking my cock as I stare shamelessly at the naked ladies around me. Gabrielle and Mrs. Mandal both take small steps, afraid to get too close to the girl across the room that could tag them. But Melina takes long strides, almost leaping with each step. Cute seriousness on her face, determined to quietly get to the safety of Madison’s wall and leave the rest of us to get tagged.
The 3-second 8-bit countdown sound dings again, followed by the women’s voices in harmony, “What’s the time, Miss Wolf?”
“3 o’clock.” As we all step closer, I note how pure and smiley Madison’s profile picture looks up on the TVs. ‘Current Wolf’ above her yearbook photo. It looks nothing like the cream-covered slimy wreck of a tortured girl standing naked by the wall ahead.
Ding! “6 o’clock.” Madison’s voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s clear enough. We move… But this time, Melina messes up.
In her haste to reach the opposite wall, Melina accidentally takes a little half-step extra before fully stopping her forward momentum. “Female 3 has taken too many steps. New Wolf assigned. Punishment generated.”
“Wha– wait! No!” Melina shouts incredulously. But it’s too late. I chuckle quietly, watching the slender beauty cover her mouth with her hands in complete shock. She was so sure she could avoid this fate.
I gladly enforce the instructions that follow, grabbing each of the girls roughly by their arms, relishing in the yelps and resistances that come with herding them all over to the serving counter like cattle ready for the slaughter.
We’re told to use a different station this time. It seems the length of this counter offers a whole buffet of different punishment tasks.
It doesn’t take long for me to follow the on-screen instructions, strapping my classmate tightly onto the countertop, lying longways on her back. Looking at the counter, her hands are together pointing to my right, her feet together pointing to my left. Her body stretched as if reaching, diving.
Then comes the hot liquid. A dark substance pours down silently, and Melina’s bloodcurdling scream breaks that silence. “AHH FUCK! NO STOP!” I didn’t know the shy teen could get so loud. She shakes and spasms as the liquid coats her skin, the nozzle of the machine above panning slowly back and forth to cover more of her body. Is it… chocolate? Christ, this game is weird.
But I can’t help but be turned on watching the helpless schoolgirl writhe against her restraints, the scalding dark syrup juxtaposing beautifully against her softly tanned flesh. She’s slowly covered from head to toe, the chocolate painting her like a donut. Oozing down the sides of her legs and hips. It pools between her pressed-together thighs, right into the creases of her crotch. It flows across her stomach, up across her small tits, making her nipples disappear. Chest, neck, underarms, accentuating the contours of her figure. She squirms and screeches tempestuously until her voice becomes sputters and coughs, the syrup filling her mouth and covering her pretty face. Finally after an eternity, the hot stream slows to a drip, and Melina is left shivering and groaning in agony on the counter.
Just as before, the Announcer commands us calmly, “The male must enforce the following task. Players have a 3-second countdown to begin. Female 3 must be continuously licked by all other players until deemed sufficiently cleaned. Begin.”
The bizarre rules make my dick stiffen, and I waste no time grabbing handfuls of hair and shoving the ladies around me forward, making them bend down over the bound Hispanic girl. The women shout in protest, recoil from my forceful touch, scrunch their faces in apprehension. Aadya tries to turn away, cursing as I smush her struggling cheek onto Melina’s hot chocolate-covered belly. Gabrielle squeaks as her lips are pressed onto a perky breast. After a few sharp slaps, Madison obediently gets to work toward the feet. Melina has become a smorgasbord, a sampler platter.
The chocolate is starting to cool a bit, so after ensuring each woman’s compliance, I join in. My tongue flicks out to taste the upper side of her chest, right next to Gabrielle who licks below the nipple. It’s… spicy? Chocolate with chili pepper? My mouth begins to tingle, but it’s oddly delicious. Is this supposed to be some reference to Melina being half Mexican, some cruel insult?
I shrug and slide my tongue across her petite tit, swirling and sucking at the nipple before shifting the other way to lick down into the divot of her neck. Then up to her quivering face. She grunts cutely, mouth panting from humiliation and residual pain. I hold her face steady and engulf her mouth with mine. Her muffled scream fills my mouth with her hot breath. I suck the tasty syrup off her lips, my tongue invading down inside, forcing her into the least consensual French kiss imaginable. Then I lick grossly up the side of her face as she shouts and vibrates with objection.
With Melina’s arms raised above her head, biceps tight to her ears, her armpits are left lewdly exposed. I grab Gabrielle next to me by the hair and yank her over, forcing the teen to share in lapping at the indecent place. Both girls whine but neither can stop it. My tongue laps next to Gabrielle’s, feeling the slightest bit of rough stubble beneath the chocolate.
After a minute, I leave Gabrielle there to continue without me as I explore elsewhere along the charcuterie board of yummy meat. The spiciness makes the task challenging, my head buzzing, my senses whistling with heat.