Ron walked along the road near Glenrock’s old industrial area, the sky turning ever redder as the day started to give way to the night. He was heading back home, having spent the afternoon after school just wandering around the area, trying to figure out a solution to his problems. It had been a very difficult week for him, his eyes constantly scanning around for any sign of the police, his heart rampaging like a bull inside his chest every time he heard the characteristic sound of their sirens, his breath catching in his throat every time he heard of rape on the news. His parents, who were normally quite uninterested in his existence, had started to take notice of these reactions, so he had needed to stay away from home for longer periods. Despite the voice of the deck insisting that everything would be all right, he had been too scared to use the deck’s powers again.
Of course, the week had also been torture for a different reason. Everywhere he now looked, he saw potential puppets with tight cunts begging for his cock. He had had a few heart-stopping moments, the dark lust in his eyes not going unnoticed by worried parents and frightened children. The few times he had found himself alone with a child, it had been so very tempting to use the deck’s power, but he just couldn’t risk it in such exposed areas. Despite the incredible mental pressure that the voice put on him to use its powers, he was determined to only use it after he had planned out the encounter carefully. Impulsive actions were what had gotten him into trouble his whole life, had turned his existence into one of misery, so he was determined to not make the same mistake with this new power that he had attained.
The power of the deck itself was another problem. There was no denying its power and potential, but the rules that he had to follow to use the power were frustrating. Being unable to use the power because the brats did not land on the right blocks made the whole experience unsatisfactory. He did not understand how the deck was powerful enough to compel anyone to allow him to fuck them and to wipe their memories afterwards, but weak enough that he had to use a stupid fucking game to get relief for his aching cock.
He had tried to communicate with the voice of the deck, had tried to find a solution. But the only reply that he got was yet more pressure to use the deck. Hours had been spent in vain by him trying to find a way to make the game better fit his needs, but he had been unable solve the issue, until today at least.
At school he had seen a couple playing “rock-paper-scissors”, which had given him the idea of changing the game that the deck needed to work, instead of modifying it. But it had been a strange event, because when he had turned his head back towards the couple, the girl’s beauty having caught his attention originally, they had disappeared, as if he had imagined the whole thing.
Still, he felt that he could now make the game better suited for his purposes. The only problem would be to select an appropriate moment.
Ron was so caught up in his mental turmoil that he was walking on autopilot. Turning around a corner, he was brought back to reality when something smashed into his legs, making him struggle to keep his balance as he was sent tumbling backwards. Recovering to a half-crouched position, his eyes were filled with a beautiful sight as he looked up. In front of him was a pair of spread legs ending in pink socks and white sneakers. Skinny thighs were surrounded by the skirt part of a white dress, a pair of pink panties stretched enticingly over a small groin, the material moulded to the shape of the delightful treasures hidden behind it. Moving his gaze upwards, he saw that rest of the little girl. Long brown hair decorated a face dominated by light green eyes filled with tears, small pink lips mewling in pain as the girl felt the pain transmitted from her lightly bruised buttocks. She looked like a fallen angel, crying innocent tears, the image causing Ron to involuntarily smile.
“You bastard, what the fuck are you doing?!” shrieked a voice with considerable force.
Turning his head to the left of the girl even as he flinched at the assault of sound, Ron was confronted by a sight that contrasted so vividly with the previous one. An older girl stood at the side of the one who had fallen, dressed as if she was trying to become the night itself; her long boots, tight-fitting trousers, long sleeved plain T-shirt, black gloves and short cropped hair were all a searing midnight black in color. Silver rings glinted in the dying sunlight from where they were embedded in her nose, above the lateral corners of eyes, in her earlobes and above her chin. Her tight pink lips were twisted into a scowl, dark brown eyes aflame with anger, gloved hands tightly fisted at her sides, her modest breasts accentuated by the shirt’s stretched material.
“I did... I didn’t...” stammered Ron, not being able to stand up against the intimidating aura that the girl had.
“Fucking pedophile, looking up a little girl’s dress!” shouted the girl, the anger in her voice making Ron shake.
The girl reached out with her right hand and fisted the material of his dark green T-shirt at his throat, causing the rest of his collar to cut into his neck. As scared as Ron was of this intimidating girl, a seed of anger was starting to blossom inside of him. He had done nothing wrong here, so what right did this bitch have to attack him?
His silence seemed to enrage the black clad girl even more. She started to pull him forwards by the grip she had on his shirt, her other arm’s muscles tensing. From experience Ron knew that she was getting ready to use that limb to strike him.
His mind drowned in panic, he quickly slapped the right pocket of his grey trousers, activating the power of the deck. Moments stretched out into eternity as he waited with baited breath for the pain of her limb connecting with his body, hoping against hope that the deck would save him.
An eternity later, he swallowed a great gulp of air as he saw that she had relaxed, her fist opening to release his collar. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed that the younger girl had also stopped crying. “Is this where the game is?” came the soft voice of the little girl.
Before he could react, the older one interjected, “Anke, what game?” The anger in her voice had been replaced with confusion.
“The punishment rock-paper-scissors, Val,” answered the little girl, the brightness of her voice in contrast to the tracks left down her soft cheeks by her tears.
“Wha...?” started the older one, but Ron had a flash of inspiration.
“I’m sorry for everything. Let me make it up to you both with a little game,” he said, trying to sound convincing.
Evidently that wasn’t working out that well, as she still sounded dubious as she protested, “I don’t know...”
“The little one will enjoy the game and if you win, you get prize money. I’ll play with a handicap, so it should be easy for you to win,” he added desperately.
There was no way that this would work without the mental influence of the deck on the girl called Val. As it was, even with its power, it had difficulty making her agreeable. She did not enjoy games much, so it had to find another element to focus her mind on.
“Please Val, let’s play,” begged the little girl, having recovered to a standing position, her modesty restored by gravity.
The deck finally managed to snare her mind, using the prize money and the little one’s obvious anticipation of the game. Turning to Ron, Val asked hesitatingly, “Is the game here?”
Unsure about exactly how, but certain of the fact that she was under the deck’s spell, he replied, “No, follow me if you want to play.”
With that, he turned around and headed to the old industrial area, worried about the fact that he had not planned this encounter out, leaving him feeling very vulnerable. Although he had escaped from what was certain to be a very painful attack, he knew that he couldn’t just end the control of the girls without having first played the game, lest they return to normal and the older one decide that his actions were even more suspicious.
They soon found themselves in the gutted ruin of a factory, the girls having followed him with only slight hesitation. A few years ago it had been damaged in a fire and had been left in this state as its owning company didn’t have the resources to fix it, but also didn’t want to sell it for the meager amounts that were offered for it. It was a popular enough spot that the trio would almost certainly be caught, but Ron decided to trust in the deck’s abilities after the display of power that he had just witnessed.
Turning to the girls, he announced, “This is where the game will take place.”
Anke’s eyes lit up in joy, but Val’s eyes scanned the obviously ruined building as she walked around and she didn’t like what she saw. Moving quickly, Ron removed his wallet and took out the cash inside. Holding it out to the girls, he said, “This is what you will be playing for.”
The amount of money was enough for a large meal or some cheap clothes. It certainly wasn’t anything to get very excited about, but the lure was enough for the deck to keep its control on Val. Putting the money down on the factory floor safely beneath his wallet, Ron was now faced with a problem of his own. He had no idea how the game was supposed to work, his panicked thoughts having zipped through his mind at the speed of light.
Turning to the little girl, he said, “I just want to make sure that you understand the game. Explain the rules to me.”
“Ok. 5 rounds of rock-paper-scissors. The one who won the least must take a punishment card and do the punishment. If there is a tie after 5 rounds, you play until there is a winner. After 10 punishment rounds, the one who was punished the least wins,” rattled the girl the rules off with enthusiasm.
Ron was impressed by the fact that his brain had come up with this coherent set of rules. In fact, it was quite brilliant, as the games would be very quick, meaning that he would soon be sheathed in a tight cunt.
“What about... your handicap?” came the bitch’s annoying voice.
He was tempted to send her to hell, but he knew that he had to respect the rules of the game. He had suggested the handicap, so he couldn’t go against it. Turning to her, he replied, “You won’t play against each other. I’ll play 5 games against you and 5 against her, which means that I have double the chance to fail.”
Apparently satisfied at this, she offered no further protest. Ron’s thoughts were starting to turn towards wrath. This bitch had ruined his whole afternoon and here she was still fucking with him. As appetizing as the little girl was, he knew that he needed to put this bitch into her place.
“To ensure that you don’t run away before the game ends, there is a deposit that each of you need to make,” announced Ron, having another flash of inspiration.
“And that is?” asked the cunt in black.
“You need to take off all of your clothes. You aren’t likely to run away naked, no?” he explained with a smirk.
“What a ridiculous game,” muttered the bitch, but she was soon stripping. Looking over to the younger girl, Ron feasted on the sight of the girl innocently stripping, the last rays of sunlight illuminating her pale body. His penis stiffened in his trousers as he devoured with his eyes her flat chest with its tiny pink nipples, her smooth flat abdomen and her virginal hairless vulva with its puffy immature lips.
Looking across to the older girl, he just caught a flash of black as she removed her bra, her equally black panties soon joining her heap of clothes, leaving her also naked. Her perky breasts were capped with bigger pink nipples, each one also adorned with a silver stud. It seemed as if she worked out, judging by her muscled abdomen and limbs, another silver stud placed in her navel. Trimmed black pubic hair obscured her sex, Ron’s penis becoming fully aroused at the erotic beauty that this cold bitch possessed.
Obviously, there was no way without chemical help that he would be able to fuck each of them 5 times, especially considering how quickly the games would pass by. So as he took out the deck of cards and moved towards the bitch so that they could begin, he quickly planned how he wanted proceedings to happen.
5 games later, Ron had won the first round 3-2. Giving the naked bitch one of the cards from the deck, he saw the characteristic golden glow of the card reflected in her eyes before she handed the card back and started her punishment. “I believe I ovulated yesterday and I don’t use contraceptives, so if you fuck me now, the chances of me getting pregnant are good,” she said, while her right hand was busy rubbing her clit, her arousal building due to the stimulation.
Ron grinned at this information. It was a bit frustrating that he had to use punishments in order to gain information, but now he knew that there was a chance that his revenge on her would be life-changing. The second round passed by in a blur, leaving her as the victor. As he had learnt during his game in the cave, this was by no means a problem, even if he had to subtly change the punishment to make it more about him than her. Handing a card over to her, he let her read his “punishment.”
In short order Val was on her knees, her hands reaching back to spread her buttocks open, revealing the soft inner pink of her spread cunt, her hidden and surprisingly not pierced clit and the brown ring of her anus. Having removed his black shoes, he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, allowing his cock to emerge into the dying day as he removed the trousers. The purple head was drooling fluids as he sank to his knees behind the bitch’s rump, nudging his aching prick against her inviting sex. Gripping her hips tightly, he shoved his cock into her vagina with force, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt something give inside of her, making him groan. She screamed with pain at her forceful deflowering, while he started to moan with pleasure as he forced her tight walls apart, the heat of her sex inviting him ever closer to her womb.
Even if she wasn’t as painfully tight as the girl that day in the cave, after a week of no sex this was sheer heaven. The pleasure was building far too strongly for him to resist, his hips pumping his cock ever deeper into her until he locked himself against her, crying out in pleasure as his seed flowed from his urethra into her waiting womb with strong spurts.
Withdrawing from her tight heat with a sigh, he settled back on his buttocks, watching Val as she sobbed. The scene was a gratifying one, the tears streaming down her cheek mirrored by the trails of blood and semen flowing from her used cunt.
Soon she had stopped sobbing and gingerly got to her feet, turning to approach him. He was still recovering from the fuck, so he noted with interest that both girls were waiting patiently, neither speaking nor moving. His frustration and pleasure had gotten the best of him last time in the cave, so he hadn’t really paid attention this phenomenon. To anyone looking in from the outside this would certainly seem very spooky, but he preferred the silence and stillness, too much movement making him nervous. It also wasn’t as if he was putting on a show...
A thought blossomed in his mind, but as he had recovered sufficiently, he stood up and filed it away for later. He started the next round, which ended with his victory and her reading of the card. Spreading his legs, he felt the bitch’s soft hands spread his buttocks open and he moaned with pleasure as her wet agile tongue rimmed and dipped into his brown asshole, the perversity of the action and the feelings transmitted making his pleasure build enough to arouse his penis fully again.
Stepping away from her, which was to signal for her to disengage and resume the game, he kept himself hard with quick jerks to his penis as the next round went to her. Following the instructions of the card, she again took up her fucking position on her knees, her spread cunt dripping with seed. He giggled at the thought that her victories only ever seemed to end up with her getting fucked.
Taking his position behind her, his cock easily slipped into her flooded cunt, Ron adopting an easy pace with his hips as he savoured the feeling of fucking this bitch into pregnancy. Having worked through the pain, the bitch also started to moan at the pleasure of being fucked, her tight walls massaging the invading penis as her body yearned for another flood of sperm.
Soon a light sheen of sweat covered the fucking couple, their bodies slapping together as their moans filled the air. Ron grunted in surprise as he felt the bitch’s cunt spasm around him, her moans transforming into a wordless cry as orgasm ripped through her soul. This in turn proved to be the catalyst for his own orgasm, his rigid cock jerking as his baby batter streamed into her fertile womb, Ron moaning at the mental image of impregnating the cunt.
He was exhausted, but he had a last bit of humiliation for her up his sleeve. Forcing himself to his feet, he grinned as she did the same, even as her cunt pulsed from the repeated fucks and her thighs were covered with pearly semen. The last round went to him, so he quickly handed her a punishment card.
She had barely folded to her knees when he relaxed his control over his bursting bladder, the acrid piss streaming from his piss slit onto her upturned head and her opened mouth. She flinched at the bitter taste, but made no move to protect her body as her hair, breasts and abdomen were soon drenched with urine. Ron grinned at the thought of her strong flat abdomen soon distending as a hungry parasite grew inside. There might even be more than one...
As the sun set, a last ray of dim sunlight illuminated the piss droplets as they moved down the bitch’s body, running down to her pelvis where life was finally conceived.
After that last intense fuck, it had taken him some time to recover. Val remained motionless on her knees, the piss drying on her skin. Anke had stayed motionless the whole game so far, resembling a breathing statue. As he regained his stamina, Ron thought again that while he liked it like this, it was hardly realistic. Not that it mattered, but the idea of somehow selling this as a show was building in his mind.
Looking around at the darkening sky, he decided that he could deliberate later. It was of vital importance to finish his activities here before he lost all light. Moving to Anke, he started his first round with her.
He had far “worse” luck playing against her. Having lost the first round, he showed her the card detailing his “punishment.” The little girl graciously allowed him to take her slight frame into his arms, his mouth clamping down on her tiny right nipple while its twin was pinched and twisted by his left hand’s fingers. His right hand moved between her legs, rubbing her immature lips with soft strokes, the combined assaults drawing mewls of pleasure from her lips.
Having lost the next round also, the card instructed the girl to lay down on her back in order for Ron to fulfil his punishment by spreading open her little legs with his arms, his fingers spreading open the pedals of her immature flower, revealing the tiny nub of her clitoris and the bright pink of her tight sex, her small winking pink ring of muscle laying further down. His tongue got to work on her sex with long strong licks to her tiny clit, causing her moans to become ever stronger, the perverseness of such an innocent voice making such erotic sounds and the taste of her young pure pussy helping to stiffen his cock again.
Satisfied that she was lubricated, he moved on to the third round, which was another resounding loss for him, but he gladly suffered through his punishment after she had read the card. She obligingly opened her small mouth as wide as she could, allowing him to slip his half-hard prick into her mouth. The small confines of her oral orifice were such that her tongue involuntarily gave him tantalizing licks as he shoved his cock further and further into her mouth, the warmth and tightness making Ron moan as his cock finally became fully aroused again.
Not wanting to orgasm before the big finale, he slipped out of her mouth and they played the fourth round which again resulted in his defeat. Just like the older girl, her victory would result in her getting fucked. Having read the card, she laid down on her back with her skinny legs spread, Ron settling over her small frame with his invigorated cock nestling against her childish nether lips. Both of them groaned as he started to force his penis into her tight sex, going very slowly as he forced her channel open, even the copious amounts of saliva giving some lubrication. This time he was aware when he had reached her barrier, so he savoured the feeling when he gave a hard thrust with his hips, his invading cock tearing through the thin membrane, exquisite heat and tightness driving his pleasure to new heights as he forced her walls open.
For the second time that day Anke was in tears as she lost her virginity, her precious membrane torn due to her victory in the game. She sobbed even as Ron started to loudly moan, her tight walls reflexively milking his cock as the deep pain of her immature cunt being forced open stabbed into her. The situation was becoming too much for him to bear, so he smashed his hips against her a final time and with a long drawn out cry he ejaculated inside of her unripe cunt, the little semen he could produce flowing into her birth channel, the strength of this final orgasm blasting through his mind and soul.
Of course, the game was not yet finished. Dead tired as he was, he played the last round with her, even as her virginal blood and his semen dripped from her abused flower and his purple head. This last round finally brought him victory, so he used the card to give her her “first” punishment of the game. Slowly, in obvious discomfort, the girl made her way to the older bitch. Standing in front of the girl, she spread her legs open and used her fingers to spread her bruised nether lips open, blood and semen flowing out of her abused fuck hole as she aimed the stream of her piss at the older girl’s abdomen and chest, drenching her again in Ron’s final revenge for her treatment of him, marking the bitch and her spawn as his.
Night finally took hold as the stream turned to droplets, the abandoned factory floor covered in puddle of cum, piss, virgin blood and tears.
Abiding by the rules, Ron had given the reward money to Anke. He had not enjoyed doing so, as the money was his, but seeing the girl smile even as tears still dripped from her eyes from his fucking had made him smile. That being said, he now had some idea of how he could recuperate the money, but that would mean further modification of the game and probably a significant investment. Still, it had been a good afternoon. He dearly hoped that the bitch was pregnant and that he would see her in that state sometime in the future.
He had now found a way to take the frustration out of the game, so he could now enjoy himself as much as he wanted. Even though the afternoon’s activities had been unplanned, he now had far greater trust on the deck’s powers, so it might be possible for him to be more spontaneous.
He had left his fucked puppets there naked, confident that the deck would take care of them. For the first time in a very long time, he walked home with a grin on his face, life not being as terrible...
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