Just a thought… A round where the reader the killer, but the survivors come together to gang up on her resulting in the reader getting gangbanged🤤🤤 UUGHH like I can just imagine them degrading her for failing at the one job she had to do
"Hate me now, love me later; Open up for something greater."
All Survivors (Forsaken) x Killer! Reader
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, Dead Dove : Do Not Eat, Killer Reader, AFAB Reader, Non-Con, Glory Hole, Gang-Banging, Threesomes, Penetration, Oral, Double Penetration, Anal Fingering, Mind-Break, Electroplay, Knifeplay, Not Beta Read, Might Be OOC, 8k Words
A/N : This is a darkfic. It is Non-Con, please proceed at your own risk.
Truthfully, the fault was your own. As far as you were concerned? The round was rigged from the start.
The Spectre had done a shit job of training you, and it seemed you were the only ‘normal person’ left in the killer roster. Everyone else seemed accustomed to the killing and the hunting, as if they were born and created for it.
Everyone except you. You were the only one the Spectre called out on, constantly being reprimanded for being weaker than the rest — truly, you had no idea why you were even put in this position. You were terrible at killing, always hesitating before attacking, giving the survivors an almost guaranteed win.
You were almost ok with that. If you were given a choice, you wouldn’t have to fight at all. But you should’ve known better than that. You should’ve known that in this world, it was hunt or be hunted — and you should’ve taken your chances while the 'boss' was still on your side.
You were in the middle of the Tempest, broken walls surrounding you as Guest’s punch landed hard against your cheek, mind reeling from the impact, pain blossoming on the side of your face. You could taste the heavy metallic blood on your tongue, stars spinning in your vision as you were thrown to the ground.
You tried to rise, to stand up for yourself and fight back, but something had caught on the back of your clothes, pushing down on you and keeping you down, bent over at a 90 degree angle.
Somehow, his punch had knocked you into one of the walls, your body slipping through the cracks and getting trapped under the rubble. Your hands crawled at the wall around you, but it didn’t budge.
Alarm consumed your entire body, your legs kicking as you tried to free yourself to no avail. Behind you, you could hear the survivors collecting, realizing your situation at the same time you did.
“Holy shit,” one of them said, “Are they stuck?”
Your kicking died down, legs falling limp in defeat, trying to seem as harmless as possible, hoping that they would just have mercy on you and leave you alone until the round ended.
Of course, that was wishful thinking. You hissed in pain as you felt a dagger slice your sides, the paralyzing venom spreading through your body.
“Two Time!” A gruffier voice reprimanded them, “You shouldn’t hurt someone when they’re defenseless.”
You could hear someone suck their teeth in response, “Don’t you see?” They giggled, “This is an opportunity from the spawn. It would be a waste to not take advantage of it.”
Their words rang heavy in the air, the realization of how vulnerable you were setting in. As wrong as it sounded, the cultist was right, for the first time in forever, they were in power rather than the other way around.
Everyone’s attention was on you, their gazes burning so hard you didn’t have to see them to feel it.
You felt the poison wear off, feeling returning to your body as you desperately fought against the wall, trying to free yourself. Your desperation only fed their darkening thoughts, your wiggling unintentionally made your ass shake, tempting the already pent-up men.
All of them shared a knowing glance, the same sick thought crossing their minds. It seemed they were all on the same page, nodded at each other as they approached your helpless body.
“So uh, how are we doin’ this?” An accented voice spoke from behind you.
A different one this time, almost girlish, “How about you go first,” they offered, as if they were lending an item and not basically whoring you out, “considering how he’s the one who trapped them and all.”
You knew who they were talking about, silently cursing Guest 1337 under your breath, as he was the reason you were even in this predicament.
“You guys don’t mind?” You assumed he responded.
Rings of ‘nos’ and ‘go aheads’ sounded through the group, all of them more than thankful to not be the first one to go.
Heavy footsteps came towards you, his presence tangible behind you. Hands gripped at the hem of your pants, hesitating for just a second before slipping your pants down your legs, letting it bunch up on the ground at your knees, leaving you completely exposed.
The cold air nipped at your core, leaving you shivering both from the chill and the fear of what was to come. You weren’t an idiot, their intentions made more than clear.
You tried to kick at him, legs moving wildly as you did what little you could to defend yourself. It didn’t last long, a familiar beeping warning but not preparing you as one of Taph’s subspaces went off behind you, leaving you dazed and dizzy.
While you were recovering, they used their tripwires to tie your legs apart, taking away your only way of fighting back, leaving you utterly unguarded.
“Thank you,” Guest spoke, taking up his spot behind you. “Behave yourself,” he commanded, the hatred in his voice make you quake, “I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to.”
There was little more to say, disgust filling you as the army man collected saliva in his mouth, spitting it on your dry cunt and using it to aid his fingers in entering you. You wanted to throw up, to kick him off of you and make him pay for ruining you, but you forced yourself to bite down the bile rising in the back of your throat, telling yourself that you should be thankful he’s even bothering to prep you.
The stretch burned, tears collecting on your waterline, threatening to fall. The ache was nothing compared to the shame and embarrassment you felt, having never experienced something as humiliating like this — you wanted to bite your tongue, preferring the option of death over being defiled by the very people you were brought here to kill — but atlas, that wouldn’t stop anything, being cursed with immortality, a cruel blessing from the Spectre.
The only thing you could do was grit your teeth and bare with it, just hoping for it to end faster. Thankfully, Guest was quick to deem you ready, finger pulling from your barely-wet hole.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the end of it, rather just the start. Clothes rustled behind you, a hot and heavy weight pressed against your pussy lips, sliding between them and nudging at your clit.
Unwillingly, you felt yourself grow wet, body betraying you as your nerves were strung tight, body confusing your fear for arousal.
Guest chuckled in disbelief, watching as your slick coated his cock. “You must’ve been fucking waiting for this.” He grunted, sliding his length along your folds and pressing his tip against your hole, pushing himself.
You were unbearably tight, suffocating his thick cock as your nails dragged against the wall, pain shooting through your entire body as your ill-prepared hole stretched to accommodate him.
It did nothing to stop him, his jaw clenched as he pushed through the tightness, bottoming out and huffing as if he was the one in pain.
“Loosen up would ya’?” He groaned, body pressed against yours, “It feels like you’re trying to cut my dick off.”
You had half the mind to clench around him harder in defiance, but as is, you were struggling to stay conscious through the pain, sucking in a breath between your teeth as you willed yourself to relax.
The pain lessened as you did, going from blinding agony to a dull ache. Even then, it was far from comfortable.
Guest took your adjustment as a sign to move, groaning with the effort as he pulled himself from your hole, your walls clinging to him as he left, only to slam his cock back inside of you.
The action knocked the air out of you, pussy clenching on instinct as pain shot through you. You felt something run down your leg, too watery to be slick.
“Shit, you were a virgin?”
Tears pricked at your eyes, running down your cheeks at the implication. This was a true deflowering, what was supposed to be one of your most precious moments shattered and replaced by a horrifying reality, the shock making you go limp in despair.
Unfortunately for you, your lack of resistance only made it that much easier for him to slide in and out of you, the blood acting as a replacement for lube, allowing him to fuck you with a faster pace.
It felt like he was venting his frustrations out on you, every thrust as powerful as his punches, your walls molding to his girth.
Thankfully or unthankfully, it didn’t take long for him to finish, hips flush against yours as he bottomed out, releasing his cum deep inside of your gut.
You sobbed as he filled you up, the feeling of his seed inside of you making you sick to your stomach as you emptied its contents on the ground in front of you, stomach acid burning your throat as you puked.
He pulled out and you felt his sperm leak from your gaping hole, if you had anything left inside of you, you would’ve thrown up again.
“Well that was quick,” one of them commented, laughing as if they found the situation comedic.
Guest 1337 responded with an embarrassed groan, “Oh shut up,” he said, heavy clothes rustling as he tucked his cock back into his pants, “You would too if you were in there.”
“They’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, “Plus, we’re all pent up here.”
Whoever he was arguing with hummed in acceptance, changing the topic while he could, “So then, who’s next?”
The question made all of them look around, neither of them wanting to speak up.
Thankfully, Veeronica was quick to respond, offering up an option they could all get behind.
“Why doesn’t Taph go next?” She suggested, “They were responsible for the ropes!”
The group turned over the idea in their heads, turning to the man in question, content with the decision.
You couldn’t hear his reply, only the sounds of his robes as he walked towards you.
You had been through this once before, yet that didn’t stop you from trying again, legs weakly struggling against the restraints in a meek attempt to close your legs and deny them access to your body.
But with how weak you were, your movements had no effect on the wires that dug into your skin.
Desperately, your fists pounded on the wall behind you, separating your front from your behind and preventing you from turning around.
“Let- let me go!” You exclaimed, your protests reaching deaf ears, the survivors too far gone to stop now.
Their lack of response didn’t dim your fight, resorting to just plain screaming, high-pitched and shrill.
“Someone go shut her up,” one of them shouted, barely audible above your shrieking.
They all looked around for a volunteer, eyes eventually pooling to someone, hiding in the corner, almost outcast from the group.
007n7 swallowed hard under their gazes, voice trembling and arms falling to his side as he realized what they wanted out of him, “I’ll do it…”
He was quick to turn his back to the group, peeking around the wall to check in on you. You were still pounding against the wall, body shaking with all of the might left in you.
“H-hey,” he started, drawing your attention to him.
Pity curled in his gut as you looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks, face flushed red from all of the screaming. A part of him felt disgusted at the pain you were forced through — the other part held a sick satisfaction for it.
A dark voice rang in his head, sick and twisted, young and vile. His newfound morals told him that this was wrong and that he needed to save you — the voice asked him who those morals were set in place by, him? Or society?
He couldn’t tell if it was the depravity of the situation or the small privacy that the wall gave him, but he couldn’t help but look down at you, gaze darkening.
It’s not like you didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t count the amount of rounds he had been through, fighting for his life and dying time and time again. Even if it wasn’t by your hands, you were still a part of this twisted system, and as such, you were likely his only chance of retribution in this hell.
Drowning in his brutal memories of the pain he had been through, he gripped the back of your head roughly, forcing you to crane your neck and meet his eyes.
Now you wanted to be quiet, your mouth twisted in a snarl. “Open.” He commanded, tugging on your hair and making you grit your teeth in pain.
You refused, lips pursed as you spat, drool landing on and dripping from his chin. Whatever pity he had for you gone, red-hot anger taking over him as he tightened his grip on your hair, his other hand gripping at your jaw and digging his fingers in until you relented, mouth eventually falling open.
Giving you a taste of your own medicine, he collected the saliva in his mouth and spat it directly onto your tongue, the taste almost making you gag. You would’ve returned it if he didn’t close your mouth shut, fingers untangling from your hair to pinch at your nostrils, cutting off your breathing.
You had no choice but to swallow the spit on your tongue, humiliation making you heat up as your lungs burned, 007n7 refusing to let go.
It wasn’t until your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mind foggy as black spots appeared in your vision, threatening to take over completely as your consciousness faded.
Just as you were about to pass out, 007n7 let go, stepping back and watching as you strained for air, sucking in deep gulps of oxygen as you choked and coughed.
What little relief you felt was quickly erased, replaced by a spine-chilling fear as you felt a pair of hands grope your behind, pulling at and fondling with your cheeks.
“N-no,” you whimpered, head shaking as you tried to beg for mercy, fists weakening pounding on the wall as you tried to get through to the person behind you. Your protests did nothing to stop the way Taph unrobed himself, warm cock pressing against your already used hole.
The cum made up for the lack of lube, their cock sliding into your hole with little resistance. You heard them grunt from behind you, not giving you much time to adjust as they started to thrust themselves in and out of you.
Your body shook in time with their movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin haunting you, making you flush with embarrassment as you tried to drown out the noise, head falling in despair.
007n7 sucked his teeth as he gripped at your chin, tilting your head forward, “Nuh-uh, focus on me,” he demanded, other hand messing with the buckle of his belt, pulling the leather through metal loops as he freed his cock from its confines, pumping the base slowly as he rubbed the tip on your lips.
“Open,” he said again, and this time, you didn’t have the energy in you to fight back, still reeling from the asphyxiation from earlier. “If I feel your teeth so much as graze my cock, I’ll wrap my belt around your neck and choke you until you pass out,” he warned, “Then, I’ll give them the go ahead to do anything they want with your unconscious body, so you better suck me off properly.”
His words made the pit in your stomach deepen, there was no doubt that he would keep his words, he already proved himself more than capable of it. With no other option, your lips trembled open, parted as wide as you could as he roughly shoved his cock in, hitting the back of your throat and almost making you gag.
You swallowed your bile, forcing your jaw to relax as you let him use your throat his his pleasure, fucking your face with little remorse. The only thing you could do was close your eyes and bear through it, just hoping and praying for him to finish quickly like Guest did.
As you tried to detach yourself from what was happening up front, your attention was drawn back to the way Taph’s hips snapped against you, their thrusts fast and shallow.
Just as you were getting used to their pace, they plunged themself inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs and making you sputter around the cock inside your mouth.
His hands palmed at your ass again, kneading the tender flesh and pushing it to the side as his thumb ran over your anus, your eyes widening as you felt them teased the puckered hole.
You whimpered around 007n7’s cock, the vibrations only making him sped up as he chased his orgasm. Taph’s finger pressed into the unused orifice, forcing its way inside even as you tried to deny it entrance.
Fresh tears ran down your cheeks, your body being completely violated as their digit explore inside of you, their thrusts slowing down as they watched in fascination, only prolonging your torture.
It came as more of a self-defense method, your hips wiggling as you tried to get their attention off of your ass. You clenched your pussy around them, coaxing them to continue fucking you instead.
You could’ve sworn you heard them laugh, pulling their fingers from your anus just to pick back up their pace, cock sliding in and out of your hole.
Your throat burned as 007n7 forced himself all the way in, your nose held against his pelvis as he pumped his cum directly into your stomach, the salty taste only obvious when he pulled out, cock dragging against your tongue.
He was breathing heavy, but you hardly noticed, not as nausea filled your entire body, his warm cum like a rock in your stomach, your body threatening to eject the fresh sustenance.
Your sickness only doubled as you felt Taph pull out, his release coating your back and behind, burning your skin like magma. You had never wanted to die more, thoughts turning dark as you prayed and prayed to a god you knew didn’t exist.
In the back of your mind, you kept track of the survivors. If there were 11 of them to satisfy, then there should be 8 more, their gaze boring through you, detectable despite your lack of vision.
A sob left your lips, the small noise making your throat burn. Why hadn’t the Spectre stepped in yet? Had they anticipated this? Were they watching you? Simply allowing it to happen? Did they abandon you?
Neither answer sounded good to you right now, complete and utter hopelessness consuming you as you came to terms with what was next, every ounce of fight having left you.
This time, there was no need for discussion on who would go next, footsteps already approaching you before you could recover, pulling apart the lips of your pussy and spreading your hole open, cum seeping out and running down your leg.
“Damn, they really did leave a mess of you, huh?” You recognized the amused voice, Shedletsky’s usual annoying cocky tone ever present as you felt his fingers dip inside of you, scooping out the leftover cum.
You weren’t prepared to feel his tongue slip between your folds, running along your clit and making you jolt in pleasure.
For the first time that night, there was no pain lining your body, just pure pleasure assaulting your nerves. Yet for some reason, that didn’t help the sickness that furled in your stomach, guilt for finding enjoyment in this situation making you sob.
“Hey,” a soft boyish voice called out to you, “Are you okay?” The sympathy in their words made you raise your head, locking eyes with Noob.
They were kneeling down in front of you, their face the same level as yours, head tilted like a dog. You felt ashamed of your appearance, mouth falling open in an unwilling moan as Shedletsky continued to ravage your pussy, lapping at your cunt without stop.
“I feel kinda bad for you,” Noob stated, arms crossed as they simply observed you, a smirk crossing their face, “but at least you’re feeling good now, huh?”
You couldn’t answer them, eyes avoiding their gaze as you tried to hide yourself. Their hand gently slid under your chin, forcing you to look at them.
“It’s a little selfish to feel good on your own,” they whispered, legs spreading apart just enough so you could see their bulge through their pants, “Dontcha think?”
It was barely a question, closer to a warning than anything, their pants slid down and their cock sprung out, already hard and leaking. “You were always pretty kind to us,” they started, pressing their tip to your lips, “So play nice and suck me off like you did with 007n7, ok?”
It wasn’t like you had an option, their dick sliding down your open throat, their head thrown back as they groaned. At the same time, you felt Shedletsky’s tongue flick your clit, his thick fingers pushing into your hole and spreading you open.
You were already loose, but there was definitely a stretch, your pussy clenching around the intrusion as you moaned against the cock in your mouth, the vibrations making Noob buck their hips, almost making you gag.
Thankfully, they weren’t as big as the one earlier, your jaw almost thankful for that. Even then, the salty sickening taste of their pre on your tongue made your head spin, the muscle moving around so that it didn’t linger on one spot.
From their perspective, it felt like you were twirling your tongue around their sex, smiling as they assumed you were trying to pleasure them. With your believed enthusiasm, they held onto the back of your head, pushing you down deeper and holding you there, feeling your throat flutter around their length.
“Thank you,” they whispered, as if you were doing this out of your own freewill. You had half the mind to stop, to bite down and replace the sick taste of sperm with metallic blood.
But their words lingered on your mind. The pressure coiling in your gut doing nothing to soothe the guilt they had implanted in your brain. Maybe they were right, maybe you were the disgusting one from letting this happen to you. And now you even dared to enjoy it?
You felt like throwing up, not just from the actions happening to you, but from the pleasure that started to claw at your body, a sense of betrayal and disgust washing over you.
You had no other option but to take it — to accept that this was the consequence of your own actions and that you were the one to blame. If you had any water left in you, you were sure that you would be crying, the knot in your stomach snapping as you climax hit you like another one of Guest’s punches.
The pleasure you felt was negated by the shame wallowing in your gut, but that didn’t stop Shedletsky from lapping up the slick, humming into your cunt like he was satisfied with himself.
The feeling of your moans around Noob’s cock must’ve sent them over the edge too, fingers gripping your hair hard enough to make your scalp sting, their rancid cum filling your mouth, some of it seeping through the sides.
You wanted to wait for them to pull out before spitting the cum out of your mouth and onto the ground, but they refused to, holding their cock in your mouth until you swallowed around them.
Their poor eating habits showed through the taste, your tastebuds begging you to swallow just to get it off of your tongue. Even then, it didn’t help the lingering aftertaste, tainting your mouth as they pulled out, drool spilling from your open lips as if it would remove the flavor.
Noob took a moment to recover, thanking you again before sliding away from you, leaving you limp and spent. Your eyes fluttered shut, your consciousness fading as you tried to will yourself to pass out, not wanting to be awake for what you knew would come next.
Faintly, you could hear Noob yell something to the group, but you ignored it, feeling exhaustion and shock set in, luring your tired body to sleep.
A slap on your backside was what woke you up, hard enough to sting. “Hey,” Shedletsky’s voice sounded from behind you, “Don’t fall asleep on us now.”
"Shedletsky, perhaps we should allow them a chance to rest? Unless you want them to burn out, that would be for the best."
Shedletsky laughed behind you, “Oh come on Duse, half of us haven’t even gotten a turn yet!” His tone darkened, “Besides, when are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?” You could feel his fingers spread you apart, overstimulation shooting through you as he did.
"You wish to take turns, yet you linger despite already having yours. Move aside."
Dusekkar’s voice was closer to you this time, the other man whining as his fingers slipped from your pussy, “That didn’t count! Besides, I think we could both fit in here.” The last part was whispered, like an offering.
You could hear him hum behind you, as if considering it,"Do not blame me for not pleasuring yourself, admin. No one wished for thee to be so selfless, you decided on that thought yourself."
“Oh? But you’re not turning down my offer, are you?”
You were still out of it, confusing words not helping you — but nothing could stop the chill that ran down your spine from the now two pairs of hands on you, one warm and one cold.
“Perhaps you are right, it would be a shame to let such an opportunity go to waste. Are you certain they’re adequately prepared?”
Shedletsky only laughed, “Well, what’s a little stretch to a whore like them?”
Even though they couldn’t see you, your head shook in refusal, your numb legs kicking out. Although your fight was short-lived, a shock ran through your body and made you spasm, teeth clenched together as electricity ripped through you.
“Hey! What was that for?” Shedletsky yelped, pulling away from you in surprise, the shock transferring to him.
Dusekkar let up, “If we proceed, I must request that she be awakened from her rest. I have class when it comes to my conquests. Please wake her up so when I fuck her, so I’m not so distressed.”
Shedletsky sucked his teeth, “Yea whatever, just give me a warning next time.”
You heaved for breath, muscles still burning from the jolt. You relaxed, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat — only making the next wave of electricity hit you even harder.
Your hearing was muffled, blood rushing to your ears making it hard for you to hear the people speaking behind you, “Should someone check to see if she’s awake now?”
“I will!” A feminine voice responded, grass crunching under her feet as she stepped to the front, going around the wall and to the side where your head hung limply. “She’s up!”
The other two took that as a sign to move closer, both hands on you as they spread you apart, almost inspecting your abused hole. “Don’t drag it out, Duse.”
The mage only sighed at the admin’s brassness, the sound of clothing rustling barely audible to you, surprise making you jolt as someone's warm cock pressed against you.
You couldn’t even see who it was, the anonymity and coldness of the situation making you sob, lingering pain not helping. You weren’t given time to think on it, cold fingers rimmed your opening before slipping alongside the intrusion, your muscles too weak to even clench around them.
Still, the stretch burned, your teeth gritting against each other as more fingers entered you, preparing you for what was to come.
You breathed through your nose, trying to push away the pain and focus on the miniscule pleasure you felt instead.
Cold fingers ran along your jaw, a metallic thumb forcing your mouth open. “That’s not good for you, y’know.”
Your health was the last thing you could care about, and you had half the mind to bite down on the finger, though you doubted it would’ve done any damage. You tried to speak, but the metal pushing down on your tongue made it impossible for you to articulate anything, your words turning to incomprehensible blabbering.
Veeronica continued to run her fingers across your tongue, almost fascinated with it, playing with it as if it were a toy. She hummed, “I never get to do this with anyone,” she whispered as drool slid down your chin, moans being forced out of you as Dusekkar finally pulled his fingers from you, finally deeming you ready.
With no way to close your mouth, you couldn’t stop the yelp you let out as another thick cock pushed its way inside of you, eyes clenched shut as you willed your attention to anything other than the stretch.
Veeronica cooed at you, finding your struggle amusing. You couldn’t even glare at her, too focused on how full you felt, your hole stretched to the brim as you tried to adjust to both cocks inside of you.
They were kind enough to give you a moment to adjust, your body thankful for the break, the pain morphing into pleasure. Their cocks moved in and out of you, slightly off-sync with both cocks lingering inside for just a second before the other trusted out.
Your body shook with the force, the wall above you rumbling and for a moment you were hopeful it would break. Of course that was just wishful thinking, a prayer for escape that was soon fucked out of you, your mind turning to mush as their cocks churned your insides, moans spilling from your still open mouth.
You breathed wrong, air hitting the back of your windpipe and making you choke, throat clenching as you coughed, the overstimulation that burned at you not helping.
The robot’s grip let up for just a second, allowing you to swallow your drool and soothe the dryness in your throat before prying your mouth again, two of her fingers now exploring your mouth and feeling out every crevice.
She tilted your head upward, making you look up at her. At the same time, one of the cocks inside of you rubbed against your g-spot, your pussy clenching on instinct as you choked again on the pleasure.
This time, she didn’t wait long before taking her slick fingers out, rubbing your saliva on your face and watching as it shined on your skin, humiliation burning through you as she watched.
You could see a faint red light beeping on the top of her screen, eyes widening as you realized that she was recording your ruining, forever sealing the moment in her memory.
You couldn’t help the sob you let out, your shame only making you tighten around them, making the men groan as both of them bottomed out in you again, filling you up at the same time.
You could feel the way your stomach bulged with their cum, their release mixing and resting in your gut. Your skin stretched as it distended, the sheer volume of their seed making you shift in discomfort, trying to get them out so you could relieve the pressure.
They didn’t stay long, pulling out and watching as their cum spilled out of you as they did, falling to the ground in a puddle. They were tempted to push it back into you, but at the impatience of the others, they were quick to move away, your sloppy hole on display, messy and dripping with their leftovers.
“Oh come on guys! Who’s gonna wanna fuck her now?” A brash voice shouted, one that was usually accompanied with gunshots and a flick of a coin.
Shedletsky was quick to reply, “Well, unless you could always fuck the other hole,” snickering as he did.
His words made you shake, pleading helplessly with the robot before you, eyes wide with desperation. Your look must’ve given her a sense of pity as she nodded at you, going back around the wall and leaving you with nothing but yourself and your thoughts.
“I’ll clean her,” she offered, her fingers plunging inside of your cunt and scooping the cum out, scraping your walls and removing as much as she could.
You cringed, the feeling violating but you knew that the momentary discomfort would save you from the pain of anal.
Fortunately or unfortunately, you weren’t left alone for long, footsteps approaching you making you sob in despair, not ready to go again.
“Hey- hey,” the man spoke, hands waving in the distance, “I’m here to help you!”
Your eyes squinted in distrust, a flicker of hope making you look up at Elliot as he bent his knees, his face in front of yours.
In front of you was a slice of pizza, cold and greasy, the smell making you sick. You shook your head, turning away from the food because you knew it would only end up on the floor.
He only moved it closer, pressing it against your lips, “I know your HP is low, eat it.” His voice was firm, his concern unwanted.
If he was going to help, he should’ve freed you. What good is healing if it would only prolong your suffering? Still, the sympathy tugged at your heartstrings, a rare feeling in the hellscape you were stuck in.
Giving in, you opened your sore jaw, teeth digging into the slice and forcing yourself to chew, the taste almost nauseating. Swallowing burned your raw throat, but you felt your pain lift, the healing properties of his ability working.
Though you doubted you could handle another bite, your stomach churned in disgust at the mere thought. You shook your head as he brought it closer to your mouth, sickness evident on your face.
“N-no more,” you forced out, watching as your words made Elliot furrow his brows, conflicted, “please, no more.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the voice from before, booming as they turned the corner.
“Hey! What’s taking you so long?” Chance yelled, walking in on the sight of him feeding you. “Really? You got people here, blue-balled and waiting for their turn, while you’re helping them recover?”
“Have you forgotten what they’ve done to us?” He asked, the venom in his voice making Elliot sigh as he stood up, bringing the sicking smell of food with him.
“Yeah but,” Elliot argued, trying to defend you, “It’s not like they themselves did it!”
Chance only scoffed at his words, “Listen dude, if you don’t wanna do this, no one’s forcing you, just don’t hold up the people who do.”
He stepped forward, whispering just loud enough for you and Elliot to hear, “But going off of that bulge in your pants, I’d say you’re in no position to judge us,” he said, almost teasing.
You couldn’t see the way he flushed, only that he couldn’t find it in him to deny it, shutting his mouth in an admission of defeat.
“Well then, if you don’t mind,” Chance said, stepping around the other, grabbing you by your hair and lifting your face to meet his, “Two Time already called dibs on their pussy, so I’ll take her mouth.”
Elliot could only watch as he held you, his other hand fiddling with his belt and digging into his pants, pulling his cock out and tapping the tip against your lips, coaxing you to open up.
Behind you, the situation was the same, the cultist rubbing at your hips in a pathetic attempt to relax you. Vaguely, you could hear their crazed rambles seeping through the cracks in the wall, words of blessings and the Spawn and breeding making your hairs stand on end.
Although you couldn’t care, not as their nails dug into your skin as they pushed themselves in, your walls giving no resistance, cock slipping in in one swift motion.
You opened your mouth in a moan, only for it to be plugged up with Chance’s cock, hitting the back of your throat and almost making you gag. You tried to remind yourself to relax, to not fight the intrusion and just let it happen, body going limp as you let him fuck your face, nose tickled by the bush on his lower abdomen.
Instead you focused on the cock filling your pussy, the pain from earlier gone and replaced with undeniable pleasure, Veeronica’s warm fingers still rubbing at your clit, making you jolt as the friction made waves of warmth wash through you.
For a second, your thighs burned, your scream muffled by the cock in your mouth. The all-too-familiar feeling of their dagger pressed into the fat of your thigh stinging before numbness spread from the wound, poison seeping from the gash and spreading throughout your entire body.
Your vision blurred as the Nightshade kicked in, both your mind and body going numb. Desperately, you tried to cling onto the last remnants of consciousness, but with each slice, it got harder and harder to think, the venom overriding your nervous system.
This time, you didn’t have to force out your moans, muffled by the length fucking roughly into your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt a pressure grow in your gut, your first true orgasm of the night.
All earlier thoughts of guilt and self-blame were erased, pushed to the back of your mind in a desperate attempt to save yourself from your situation, giving into it rather than fighting against it.
Now that you had given yourself a chance to enjoy it, you couldn’t help the pleasure that washed over you, pussy clenching around Two Time as you milked their cock, their head thrown back in pleasure and lips chanting your name as you came around them.
They thanked you, speeding up their thrusts and taking your orgasm as a sign that you wanted them to breed you, to fill you with their seed and plant a child, to bless you with their release so that you could carry a vessel for the spawn.
Your throat was lax around Chance’s cock, your gag reflex practically fucked away, their dick no longer making you choke. Other than the mild discomfort, you started to accept it, tongue swirling around his length, almost as if thanking them for allowing you to cum.
Overstimulation burned through you, the pleasure making it harder and harder for you to think, each thrust chasing away any semblance of thought away as Two Time chased their orgasm, not taking long to reach that peak themselves.
Their cum was warm as it filled you, their cock plunged all the way inside as they released as deep as they could, coating your walls with their seed. They lingered there for gods knows how long, plugging their cum inside of you.
They pulled out slightly, barely inch, before fucking back into you, hissing from overstimulation. “It would be a waste for it to spill out,” they muttered, more to themselves than anything else.
Thankfully, someone overheard them, stepping closer, “I got somethin’ that could help,” an accented man spoke from behind you. Whatever he had in mind must’ve amused Two Time, making them laugh.
“Are you certain? I have nothing against it, but you’re cutting everyone else off.”
Builderman shuffled in place, “Ehh, it’s just me left, and I feel kinda bad,” he waved off their concern, “I’ll just go to the front.”
They giggled again, “Fine by me,” they said in a lilting one, giving you one last thrust before pulling out, leaving your hole gaping.
Before you could whine about it, the other was quick to shove something inside of you, plugging you up and making your throat vibrate around Chance’s cock, his hips stuttering as he groaned.
Whatever he shoved inside, it buzzed slightly, its vibrations subtle but enough to make you purr, the feeling of your moans bringing Chance closer to his orgasm, pushing you flush against his pelvis as he dug himself as deep as he could.
He released deep down your throat, his cum being pumped directly into your stomach almost the same way that 007n7’s was, the only difference was that this time, you accepted it, throat fluttering around his as your hands gripped at his thighs, gulping down his cum and letting it coat your dry, aching throat.
Drool collected at the corner of your mouth, spilling as he pulled out, your lips making a small ‘pop’ sound as they did. You thanked him for their cum, mind blank and fucked out, accepting the situation now that you understood that there was no escaping.
He laughed as you did, turning around to the still-present man behind him, “See Elliot? They want this.”
You didn’t even process their words, your mind not present enough to deny them. You coughed a little, the sound wet and pathetic, your throat too ruined to say anything in response.
“Whatever,” Elliot sighed, “You’re done now, let’s give them a break.”
But Chance wasn’t satisfied just yet, the dumb expression on your face as your tongue lolled out of your mouth brought a darker idea to mind, “Oh come on, I can still see how hard you are from here.” He joked, “If you’re just gonna jerk yourself off later, why not let them do it instead?”
You didn’t notice the way Elliot flushed at the idea, his eyes widening as the thought of your face covered in his cum was implanted into his mind. “Shit, while we’re at it, we should get whoever’s left in here too, they’ve got two hands, don’t they?”
He called from the other side of the wall, their loud voice making you wince, but it served its purpose, the Builderman, who was directly behind it, started making his way around, taking it as a sign the gambler was done.
They whispered, inaudible to you, but you guess what they said. Builderman nodded at the other’s words, taking Chance’s place by your side as they walked back, patting Elliot on the shoulder, “If you don't want to join then whatever, but just remember, this is probably the last and only chance you’ll get.”
You stared at him blankly before turning your attention to the man in front of you, his hands already undoing his pants, cock throbbing with how long he’s had to wait.
Those parting words lingered on Elliot’s mind, eyes clenched shut as if it would erase the action of stepping forward, joining the other.
Your hand had already wrapped around Builderman’s cock, sticking your tongue out and licking the precum beading at the tip. You welcomed Elliot’s the same, fingers squeezing them gently, leaving a wet kiss on them before pumping your hands, aiming their cocks on your tongue as you lapped up any liquid that came out.
Builderman’s fingers tangled itself in your hair, his other raised to muffle his moans. Elliot was the same, the back of his hands pressed against his lips as he swallowed his noises, not wanting to come to terms with how good your touch felt.
Both of them were insanely sensitive, having watched everyone else have their way with you, both of their orgasms approaching faster than either of them would like to admit.
It didn’t take long for their seed to coat your face, and even as you tried to catch most of it in your mouth, a lot of it landed on your face, one of your eyes clenched shut as it slid down onto your eyelash.
Your jaw was too relaxed to close, mouth still open and tongue covered in their cum. Builderman’s hand pushed your lips shut, holding them together until you swallowed.
You were so fucked out of your mind you couldn’t even do that, looking at him lifelessly like a broken doll. His fingers pinched your nose shut, watching as you tried to breath through your mouth, only to choke on the cum still inside of it.
With no other option, you swallowed, their warm sperm coating and burning your raw vocal cords, the man finally letting go of you and letting you breathe.
Elliot watched the scene with a morbid fascination, his face blushing red, eyeing you down and gulping loudly as your head hung limp, body heaving with each desperate breath.
Their sperm covered your face like a mark of ownership, rapidly cooling in the cold air and serving to chill your flushed face. The two of them shared a look, a silent acknowledgement to not talk about what just happened as they both tucked their cocks back into their pants.
With one eye already shut, you decided to close the other one, a sense of relief coming over you, your body pushed to its limits and practically forcing you to rest, soreness already settling into your muscles.
There was a certain humiliation that came with falling asleep in such a vulnerable position, covered and filled with sperm, utterly violated but helpless to stop it — it was lost on you though, the mix of exhaustion and lingering poison in your bloodstream making your mind fuzzy, consciousness fading from you as your body went limp and your breathing evened out, slipping to the safeness of sleep.
“Shit, what do we do now?” One of them asked, now that they were all finished.
“Shouldn’t the round be over by now?” Another asked.
The reminder that they were still forsaken sat in the air, post-sex clarity hitting them like a truck.
“Fuck,” one of them slipped out, and the others couldn’t help but nod, realizing that they might have signed a death sentence.
At that moment, they were teleported back to the cabin, all of them looking around at each other, suddenly bashful as if they all hadn’t just contributed in defiling a helpless killer.
They all made an agreement to never mention it, the topic becoming taboo. Although, that didn’t erase the memory of it, or the pink low-quality VHS tape that suddenly appeared next to the TV that traded ownership with the survivors, each of them taking their turns bringing it to their rooms at night, an order set in place that just so happened to resemble the one in the footage.
There wasn’t much that changed, other than the fact that when they were forced to their trials, you were nowhere to be seen. It was as if the Spectre had removed you from the games, not giving any of them a chance to apologize for their actions — not that they would.
The remaining killers fought just a little harder, their attacks more brutal and their chases relentless. But the survivors didn’t complain about it, if anything, they accepted it, taking it as a small punishment for what they did to you, a silent way to repent for their actions.
They didn’t dare ask of you, not wanting to face the true punishment, but on cold, late nights, they couldn’t help the way their thoughts wandered to you and that now patched, guilt eating at them.
In a far away room, you could faintly feel their thoughts, your nose itching and your ears ringing, ignored as a side effect of your new ‘training’.
The Spectre had deemed you unfit for a killer, instead leaving you tied up and restrained, locked away as a ‘prize’ of sorts for whoever behaved the best during rounds, used to pleasure the pent up killers, your true purpose finally found.
A/N : hai did u like this . . anon u ruined me . . um . . anyways if this does well u might get a consent verison .... i swear ill try to stop writing so much non-con ive just been in a bad mood and this is my venting . . killer version when??? actually i dont care for the killers enough song is eat me by 6arelyhuman !! i hate how u can tell where i got lazy . . sor