S.O.L. Games: What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf? part 2 of 2

DON’T START AT THIS CHAPTER

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)

And so on. More to come!



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

-Non-con, Violence, Male-dom

-Gross Tasting/Smelling, Bodily Fluids, Sweat, Feet, Armpits

-Electrocution

-Scalding Syrup/Food Fetish

-Blood

-Piss

-Unconscious

-Anal

-Bondage/BDSM



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What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf? Part 2

“3 o’clock.” Melina’s voice is shaky, the high schooler still affected by her recent torturous ordeal. But I can tell she’s determined to not let herself lose like that again. She stands at the wall across from us, focused and listening hard. The Announcer has implemented a new rule that we’re not allowed to use the same number more than three times in a round, preventing us from spamming 1 over and over. Still, as we get closer, Melina strategically uses low numbers, trying to gauge the perfect time to spring. The way her pretty head is tilted back, I can tell she’s listening for a specific voice. And when she finally says “Lunch time!” I watch her whirl around and make a beeline right for the weakest of us all, the one who’s already been diminished by a previous punishment.

Patting of bare feet, followed by the slapping of naked skin on skin. 8-bit sounds blast around us as she slams into Madison hard, grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair, swinging the poor girl in a circle and falling with her to the cafeteria floor. Melina’s sheer desperation is admirable. And kind of hot.

Madison breaks down into tears on the way to the serving area, practically making me carry her. She knows how bad it was the first time and clearly can’t bring herself to be the target of a punishment all over again.

I follow my instructions and place her at a new station on the counter, the on-screen pixel-art of how to position her body making my dick throb. Several leather straps lock her into place, unable to budge. Madison lies on her back, head facing away from me, butt half-hanging off the counter, legs spread, young cunt pointing straight at me. She can shake her head back and forth, but a strap around her neck chokes her if she tries to lift her head from the counter. Her arms are bound straight down at her sides, hands underneath her spread-wide thighs. Her legs are nearly in the splits, parallel with the edge of the counter. I can’t get the straps tight enough to make her ankles touch down to the counter, but I pull until she screams like the instructions tell me to. Her body trembles from the strain.

Madison shakes her head frantically, squealing, “No! No that’s too far! Oh God, you’re hurting me!” Her belly heaves with rapid breaths.

When she’s ready, the Announcer gives us our punishment task, “Female 3 must now insert four fingers inside the vagina of Female 4. Begin.”

My jaw drops. Gasps and cries of shock and anger surround us. But Melina remains stoic and silent, trying to mask her nervousness as she steps forward obediently. I join her, taking hold of her hand to guide her to Madison’s exposed snatch. Her fingers begin prodding her classmate’s pussy while I bend down to explore it face-first. I’m not told to, but I want a bite of Melina’s finger food. And no one can stop me.

I start at Madison’s inner thigh, kissing my way along the milky white flesh. The warmth is incredible, the soft skin so delicate! Her taut muscles vibrate from the forced splits. I taste my way further in, shoving Melina’s hand out of the way for a minute. Madison’s pussy is small and compact, but her stretched position forces her labia to part open a bit, light pink pure lips. Everything’s covered in sloppily trimmed blonde peach fuzz. The teen begins bawling from disgust and shame as I shove my nose right in and inhale her young vagina. The pubes tickle my skin, the inside of her pussy slightly sticky on my nose. She barely has any smell, maybe the vague mustiness of stale piss and sweat, but she’s such a lovely thing I don’t even mind. I taste, licking the lips then plunging my tongue right into the folds as deep as I can, wriggling around inside her, sucking, nose pressed to pubic mound to breathe her scent some more. Madison’s pussy tastes surprisingly salty. Not unpleasant, but somewhat overwhelming. My hands knead at the little butt cheeks hanging slightly over the edge of the counter right underneath my meal, my thumbs occasionally molesting the wrinkly brown asshole in between, just because it’s there.

But suddenly I feel Melina next to me again, brushing against me, her hands feeling for me. She leans in close, her warm breath tickling my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. She whispers nervously in my ear so only I can hear, “Are you actually blindfolded?”

She feels me gasp silently. And when I don’t respond, she continues more confidently but still quiet as a mouse, “I knew it! Did the Announcer really tell us everything about this game? You can probably end this… or go easy on us… can’t you?” The way I hold still, the way I don’t respond seems to give her all the answers she needs.

Her whispers give me goosebumps. I melt at the feel of her soft lips touching my ear. It’s a ploy. Intrigued, I let her continue, my fingers still casually playing with Madison’s cunt, “I’ve been forgetting things after eating. Does that happen to you too? I think they’re putting something in the food. I skip meals sometimes… to remember. And the effects take a while to build back up again.”

Melina’s hand touches mine, both of us molesting Madison at the same time. She slides a finger in beside mine. Her other hand goes to my crotch. She finds my dick. Squeezes. Strokes the length gently. I inhale, my cock flexing in her palm.

Her warm breath again, “I know we’ve been here a long time. Weeks… maybe more. I know you enjoy these games. I won’t beg you to stop.” Her hand glides up and down my shaft, a finger swirling around my tip, coating my glans with my precum. “Instead, I want to work with you. Please…”

Melina takes my hand, raises it to her head, and then lowers herself with it, makes it appear to the cameras that I’m grabbing her by the hair. She bends, her breathing heavy. Her mouth opens… and engulfs me! I exhale an involuntary sigh of bliss from the warmth, the wetness. Tongue caressing in circles, lips sucking deeply. She pumps a few times, trying not to cough, trying to ignore the taste of other women on my penis. Then she withdraws with a pop! burrowing her face up under my throbbing erection, nuzzling her nose into my ball sack, my dick flopped over her blindfolded eyes and forehead. Her hand still holds my hand tightly to her head, as if I’m making her do this. She moans, rubs around fervently, sniffs loudly. Fucking Christ she’s inhaling my balls!

“Please… just show me mercy. I promise I’ll make it fun for you.” Her mouth goes back to my cock-head with enthusiasm.

I pull back, unsheathing my finger from Madison’s cunt and shoving it into Melina’s panting mouth to shut her up, as if to tell her she doesn’t call the shots here. She grunts but accepts it, sucks the salty juices from my finger, desperate to convince me. I don’t respond.

My mind races with possibilities. I can already take anything I want from this girl. From any of them. Why should I make compromises? Still… this is fucking interesting.

I stand upright again and nudge Melina forward harshly, still considering her offer. She turns her attention to the task at hand. We’ve had enough of a detour. Four fingers still need to be inserted.

Madison should be thankful I loosened her up first, added saliva as lubrication. Because Melina doesn’t go easy on her, twisting a fingertip into the blonde’s cunt with unexpected severity. Madison screams, but two more fingers are already working their way in. Only a knuckle deep on each, but already the pussy looks like it can’t take any more.

Such sudden heartlessness! Melina is committed to her strategy, almost acts as if she enjoys this sadism. But I notice her lower lip tremble. She’s putting on this tough act, hoping to please me, hoping the punishment ends quicker if she’s rough like me. She’s pretending to like it as if that’ll ruin the fun of raping her, make the game masters and me avoid her. But I allow it, actually respecting her tenacity. It could be fun watching her try so hard, have someone to dominate the game alongside me.

Four fingers inside and Madison is bleeding. She’s clearly never done anything like this. Turns out she was completely inexperienced and innocent. No doubt a virgin. I guess she’s skated by without playing any games on the island until now, somehow able to go unnoticed in the background just like she always did in real life.

I grab Melina’s wrist and shove the fingers deeper, stretching the pussy excruciatingly. Horrible screams fill the cafeteria, but I pump the hand, twisting, watching the trickle of blood leak down onto the girl’s little asshole. Innocence taken, wasted on a classmates fingers.

“Female 2 must clean the vagina of Female 4 using only her mouth. Begin.” Despite her insidious words, the Announcer’s voice reminds me of a recorded voice in an airport or train station, so professional and nonchalant. But unlike a recorded voice, it’s clear that some of these tasks were not preplanned, not randomly generated. There’s an actual woman behind the cameras watching us, reacting and giving us live instructions.

Any hesitation might send hot liquid shooting down on the girls again, so I help them along. I grab Gabrielle’s lovely caramel hair, bend her down, and shove her right into the sloppy mess. The girl goes completely hysterical as I smush her face around, smearing blood, spit, and pussy juice. The popular girl’s pretty face makes a great mop. I pry open her jaw with my other hand, making sure she really gets in there. The teen sobs, squeals, forced to lap up her classmates bloody vagina.