“We gotta go,” Brianna said. “I’ve just checked the map. This house’s gonna be swallowed by the Red Zone.”
“Yeah,” Samantha replied and put on her pants.
“What about us?” I asked.
Samantha looked down at me.
“You served us well, pretty boy, so we won’t kill you. But you are not to leave this place until––”
“Let’s us go, you dumb bitch,” Jennifer snapped, interrupting Samantha.
“Jen, calm down, please,” I said.
“Until we leave,” Samantha finished and looked at Jennifer. “Your girlfriend is so pissed. Guess you need to treat her to cunnilingus. Maybe it’ll warm her up a bit.”
“Yeah, right,” Brianna giggled.
Another message popped up in the log.
> Be advised that the Circle will begin to collapse in 03min59sec…
“We don’t have time for this,” I said.
“Don’t you worry, pretty boy,” Samantha said. “If you hurry, you’ll make your girl come and you two will get outta here just in time.” The girl’s face hardened. “But if you try to leave while we’re still here, we’ll shoot you both to death.”
There was no point in wasting time arguing with the two women. My hands still cuffed behind my back, I stood up, crossed the room, knelt before my girlfriend, and took in the sight of her pussy. Her delicate snatch was gorgeous––pink and perfectly formed. It had already flowered open, her nectar glistening between her folds.
I brought my face close to Jennifer’s womanhood and heard her gasp as my lips brushed her wet pussy, her sweet juices dripping onto my face. I pressed my mouth against her sex and used my tongue to part her inner lips. Jennifer moaned deeply as I slid inside her warm wetness.
Yet another message emerged in the log.
> Be advised that the Circle will begin to collapse in 02min59sec…
I was exploring my girlfriend’s most intimate place with my tongue, caressing, kissing, and licking her. My tongue then slid up her folds and found her clitoris, small and smooth. Groaning in pleasure, Jennifer shuddered uncontrollably as I rolled her jewel around against the tip of my tongue.
My girlfriend’s breathing deepened.
The two young women had already gotten dressed and just stood nearby, watching me.
“He’s quite experienced at this,” Brianna giggled. “It’d be nice to have him around. We could bring him along to have him go down on us to give us buffs.”
Samantha actually chewed on the proposal for a moment.
“Nah. We’d have to keep him cuffed all the time so he couldn’t turn against us. Looking after him and making sure he doesn’t get shot would be too much trouble. It’d do more harm than good.”
“I was just kidding, Sam,” Brianna giggled.
> Be advised that the Circle will begin to collapse in 01min59sec…
“Okay, let’s get outta here,” Samantha said to her friend, then looked at me. “Don’t forget what I told you, pretty boy. You must make your girlfriend come and wait till we leave. Only then you may leave this place.”
I heard the footsteps over Jennifer’s moans as the two women walked toward the door. I then heard a clank behind me as some metal object hit the floor.
“Here’s the keys to the handcuffs, by the way,” Samantha said. “So long.”
The footsteps were receding as the two girls climbed the stairs. I kept licking and tasting my girlfriend’s wet flesh between her slender thighs, rubbing my face against the dense thicket of her pubic hair and burying my tongue between the slippery pink petals of her pussy.
“Jason, wait,” Jennifer moaned.
> Be advised that the Circle will begin to collapse in 00min59sec…
I so immersed myself in the sexual act I barely noticed the message. My girlfriend’s body winced involuntarily every time my tongue flicked over her pink jewel.
“Jason, stop,” Jennifer moaned. “Please, Jason, stop.”
I pulled my head away from her sex and looked up. “You haven’t come yet.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “We gotta go. They left already. It’s too dangerous to stay in here any longer.”
She was right. I no longer could hear the footsteps, which meant that the two girls had probably left the house already. We needed to go too before some player happened to stop by this place or the Red Zone swallowed the house.
I got to my feet and scanned the floor for the keys. They lay in the middle of the room. I stepped up to them, crouched down, and picked them up. Since I had my hands cuffed behind my back, I needed to undo the handcuffs blindly. It wasn’t all that easy task.
Finally, I was able to insert the key into the lock. When I twisted the key, the bracelet snapped open with a soft click. I quickly unwrapped the other bracelet and dropped the handcuffs to the floor. I then walked up to Jennifer and unfastened the cuffs around her twists.
Her juices freely flowed from her and trickled down her inner thighs. As soon as she pulled her shorts up, the fabric got saturated with the wetness and a large wet spot grew in front of her shorts.
We jogged across the room toward the far corner where the two women piled up our old guns and body armor. We quickly put on level 1 ballistic vests and combat helmets and retrieved our guns. After picking up my submachine gun, I ejected the magazine, checked how full it was, and shoved it back home.
Before my eyes popped up a message.
> Be advised that the Circle collapse is imminent. Relocate to the safe zone.
“Let’s go,” Jennifer said.
We climbed the steps and then burst into the kitchen, guns at the ready. We quickly looked around. Wood splinters, broken glass shards, and plaster dust littered the floor. The walls were riddled with ragged bullet holes. The furniture was totally obliterated. Such was the result of the onslaught the two girls had unleashed on the house earlier on.
There was a roar of an engine from the outside. We leaped toward the nearest window and looked out. The white truck started moving away from the house, spewing gouts of earth from the tires.
“It’s them,” Jennifer exclaimed. “Let’s get those bitches.”
Before I could stop her, my girlfriend dashed up the corridor to the living area. Cursing under my breath, I took off after her. Jennifer swung the door open and burst out of the house with me on her heels.
She stopped, brought her shotgun up, and started blasting away at the retreating white truck. But the car was too far away already, so none of the buckshot hit the target.
“Dammit,” Jennifer cussed, lowering her gun.
She looked around, spotted our SUV nearby, and dashed toward it.
“Hurry up,” she cried out to me. “We have to catch up to them.”
When we reached the car, Jennifer said, “You drive.”
I climbed in behind the steering wheel, turned over the engine, and shoved the gearshift into gear. I then spun the wheel to the right to point the front of the SUV in the direction the white truck had driven in.
However, I wasn’t all that keen on hunting the two girls down and decided to try to reason with my girlfriend.
“Jen, listen,” I started, “I don’t think it’s such a good idea to chase them.”
“What are you talking about, Jason? We’ve got a score to settle!”
“What I’m trying to say is that they’ve got powerful weapons, not to mention the buffs they’ve gotten from me. It’s too dangerous to get into a fight with them now. We should let it go.”
Jennifer twisted in her seat to look me in the eye.
“Jason, are you kidding me?” She said angrily. “The two bitches attacked us, took the stuff we’d risked our lives for, then they used you like a fucktoy right in front of me, and you want me to let them go? No fucking way.”
“All I’m saying is that we shouldn’t let emotion cloud our judgment.”
“Jason, we’re going to get them–�
��period!”
I went silent. It was obvious that there was no way I could make my girlfriend change her mind.
The white car was far ahead, driving along the dirt road and kicking up a cloud of dust. The girls had to be aware of us following them, but they didn’t open fire on us since our car was beyond the range of their machine gun yet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jennifer unbutton her shorts and slide her right hand under the waistband.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What does it look like? I’m gonna masturbate!”
“What? Do you think it’s the right time for this?”
“Jason, you’ve made me so wet when you went down on me back in the basement,” she said sternly. “I’m so fucking horny right now! I gotta cum or I just won’t be able to concentrate on the game.”
When Jennifer started fingering herself, her breathing deepened and soon her sighs of pleasure filled the interior of the car. It wasn't long before Jennifer's body grew tense and she shuddered as a powerful orgasm overtook her.
When my girlfriend slid her hand from her shorts, her fingers were glistening with the sticky cum. She wiped her hand clean on the fabric of her top and buttoned her pants up.
“Have you gotten a debuff?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Yeah, but like that bitch said, it ain’t much of a boost and it’ll wear off in fifteen minutes.”
We drove in silence for a few minutes and then I saw the white truck up ahead pull to a one-story building. The pickup truck stopped and the two girls climbed out from the car. They glanced our way and then entered the house.
“They’re gonna ambush us in there,” I observed.
“Yeah. Let’s make sure they don’t get us this time.”
I pulled next to the white car and put the SUV in park. As we got out of the car, we heard the sounds of gunfire from inside the house. Yet they ceased as abruptly as they had started. Jennifer and I burst into the building with our guns leading.
As soon as we entered the living room, I saw Brianna lying in the middle of the room, a growing pool of blood forming under her head. The girl was clearly dead. As I took a few steps farther into the room, I saw the body of another player lying in a heap behind a couch. He was dead as well. There was a huge gory hole where his face had once been. Next to him lay a pistol.
There was a rustle from behind. I looked around and saw Samantha crawling into a corridor to my right. She was wounded, blood not just pouring from her wounded throat but pumping, meaning a major artery––probably, the carotid artery––had been cut. Samantha held her throat tightly with her left hand, trying to stem the bleeding, but crimson blood kept gushing between her slender fingers. The girl had noticed us but didn’t go for her weapon. Instead, she sat up with her back against the wall and pulled a stimulator from her bag. She had to be real low on Health.
When her eyes met mine, Samantha tried to say something. Yet her vocal cords must have been severely damaged because the only sound that came from her throat was a gurgling wail. The sight was highly disturbing.
In my mind, I ran a scenario that might have occurred here. The player who had been hiding in this house must have heard the rumble of the approaching white truck. He then hid himself behind the couch and waited for the two young women to enter the house. When they got into the living room, he popped up from the cover of the couch, taking them off guard. He then shot Brianna in the head, and then shifted his pistol toward Samantha. They might have fired at each other simultaneously, the girl’s load of buckshot taking him in the face, his pistol bullet catching her in the throat.
There was a sudden rush of air. As I turned around, I saw Jennifer dash past me toward Samantha, whose eyes suddenly widened.
“Don’t kill me, please,” she begged as she got to her feet.
Samantha had clearly used an auto-injector on herself, for the wound in her throat had already healed up and the girl could talk now.
Jennifer didn’t bother to answer the woman. She swiped Samantha’s feet out from her, causing her to collapse on the floor facedown. Jennifer then straddled the woman––a leg at each side of Samantha––grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back so hard she almost broke the girl’s neck. Jennifer wound Samantha’s hair around her fist, anchoring the girl’s head, and then smashed her face hard into the floor.
By the time I covered the short distance to my girlfriend, she had struck Samantha’s head on the unyielding tile floor a few times. If unhindered, she was likely to flatten the girl’s face into pulp.
“Jen, stop it,” I cried out reaching out for my girlfriend.
Totally ignoring me, she smashed Samantha’s face against the floor the hardest. I heard a sharp crack as the poor girl’s nose crushed. As the nasal cartilage broke, fresh blood gushed down over Samantha’s face from her shattered nose. The young woman sobbed, uttering unintelligible plaintive sounds.
I grabbed my girlfriend by the shoulders and tried to draw her away from Samantha. Yet Jennifer still held the handful of the girl’s hair in her fist. As I half-carried, half-dragged Jennifer backward, she pulled Samantha by her hair, dragging her across the floor. The girl whimpered and screamed from the pain.
“Let go of her,” I yelled. “Let go of her, Jen!”
Finally, Jennifer released Samantha’s hair. I backed my girlfriend up a safe distance from the roughed-up girl and stopped. Yet I still had my arms wrapped around Jennifer’s body. She tried to break free, but I held her fast.
“What the heck, Jason? Let me go!” She demanded.
“Only if you promise to behave yourself.”
“Alright, alright. Just let me go already.”
I unwrapped my arms but was ready to grab my girlfriend once more if she dashed toward Samantha again. She didn’t. Instead, Jennifer spun around and glared at me, her beautiful face twisted with fury. Jennifer was so enraged I thought she was going to sock me in the face.
“What the heck are you doing?” She snapped at me.
“No, Jennifer, it’s me who’s got to ask this question. What the heck do you think you are doing?”
“I’m doing what we were going to do,” she said grimly. “Weren’t we going to kill these two chicks?”
I cast a quick glance at Samantha. She lay nearby sobbing quietly, her left hand thrown up to cover her shattered nose, blood pouring over her lower face.
“Jen, we’re going to retrieve our stuff and let her go,” I said looking my girlfriend intently in the eye.
“Are you crazy? After what they did to us, you want to let this chick go?”
“Yes.”
“No way, Jason. Those two bitches used you as their fucktoy and made me watch.”
Jennifer pointed her finger at Samantha and added, “She raped you, Jason, but despite this, you want to forgive her?”
I didn’t feel like I had been raped. I hadn’t been hurt, neither physically nor mentally. If anything, I had kinda enjoyed the experience.
But I sure wasn’t about to reveal it.
“No way I’m gonna let her get away with it, Jason,” she said sternly.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Jennifer suddenly exclaimed, “Look out!”
Before I could find out what was wrong, my girlfriend shoved me hard and leaped to the side as if to get out of a line of fire.
A single shot rang out and I flew backward as if I had been hit by a sledgehammer. I collapsed to the floor, cracking the back of my head on the floor. My eyes flicked to my HUD. My Health reduced by more than fifty percent. Moaning in pain, I rose to my elbows, looked at Samantha, and saw her holding the unique level 10 shotgun Eraser in her trembling hands. The big weapon was pointed right at me.
I knew there was no way I could grab my own weapon and aim at her before she fired again and blew my head off.
Then another shot rang out. The blast of the shotgun was almost deafening in the confines of the room. Yet it wasn’t Saman
tha who had fired because she took a full load of buckshot in the face, which just disappeared. The girl dropped to the floor, her weapon flying from her hands and clattering across the floor.
I snapped my head to the right and saw Jennifer aiming at the girl with her own shotgun. After making sure Samantha was dead, my girlfriend slung her weapon over her left shoulder, stepped up to me, and reached down with her right hand. I took it and she helped me get to my feet.
“You okay?” She asked, her eyes big and worried.
I examined myself and saw a number of dimples and scratches all over my body armor. It had absorbed the brunt of the impact.
“More or less,” I replied.
“Let’s get outta here.”
We retrieved our stuff, left the building, and walked to our SUV. This time, Jennifer climbed behind the car. She started the engine, stomped on the gas pedal, and drove away from the house.
As we were following a gravel road, I shot sideways glances at my girlfriend every now and then. The memories of Jennifer hitting Samantha’s head against the tile floor and her eyes glaring at me were still painfully vivid. I could never have imagined that Jennifer could be so angry, so evil, so cruel.
Only then did I realize something.
I was afraid of my girlfriend.
Chapter Eight
Jennifer pulled to the two-story house that we had spotted a few minutes earlier and decided to check out. We stepped out of the car and trained our guns on the windows, using the SUV’s doors for cover. Although nobody fired at us from inside the house, we knew we should be careful until we made sure no player was in the building.
We started toward the house, guns drawn and at the ready. When within several yards of the building, I spotted a black pickup truck inside the adjacent garage. The garage door was open, but the car sat at the wall opposite the door, which was why I hadn’t noticed it until now.
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