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The Shame Game	By : Aynine Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Shame Game

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Chapter 5: Bedside Manner

            Meg groaned and sat up, her eyes sliding over the tagger and towards the fog. Another trial was already calling to her, but only her physical injuries regenerated from the last. Resting the mind was a separate issue, and chain trials could be brutal on the psyche; not everyone handled them well, and thanks to the Nurse, they wore on Meg, too.

            “What? Again? You just got back!” Nea stood up and followed her to the edge. “Hey, good luck in the next one!”

            The sprinter turned and smiled, nodding to her as she stepped into the fog. “Thanks, Nea. I’ll be back soon… I hope,” she replied, turning to face the unknown.

            The thick fog enveloped Meg’s vision, storming all around her in a whirlwind of nothingness. The roar of its movement halted all at once, and then it receded, pulling back to tall hedges encompassing Meg. A small metal bench was just in front of her, with a nearby street light illuminating the area. Geez. Back at Lampkin Lane again? What are the odds… She exited the hedges and creeped around, spotting a flickering light along the back of a house. There were no other survivors around, and she started to move towards the generator, maintaining a low profile. As she reached for it, the screech of the Nurse in the distance hung on the air. What are the fucking odds! She groaned and started repairs, but her resolve waned as she heard Tapp struck in the distance. Abruptly, Adam took a hit, and the dread began to disrupt her focus. Several more blinks could be heard, and finally she could hear Ace taking a blow. Dread suffocated her, and her repairs grinded along while Tapp and Ace took turns on hooks.

            The generator chummed to life after a far longer period, but the Nurse never came near her, even after several mistakes caused the generator to blow. Meg rounded the corner and dashed across the park, sneaking behind the cement blocks for cover. She arrived at a new house and circled around to the back, heading down to the basement. Another generator was there, along with Adam and the heartbeat of the Nurse. He motioned over, and she reached out to heal, but he wagged a finger at her.

            “Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes following along the ceiling in the direction of the Nurse’s movements. “She knows when you’re healing nearby, like some kind of sixth sense.”

            Meg nodded. She should’ve known better, but it wouldn’t have been a bad test of whether or not the faceless woman was still hunting for her or not. Nonetheless, she waited until she left to patch the teacher up. Together, they got the generator up to running no time, but the sound attracted the Nurse. As they prepared to leave, she warped through the ceiling, appearing just in front of them. Meg petrified as she lunged, and she struck Adam. The sprinter took the moment of pause to bolt upstairs, leaping out of a window and surging into the street. She ran down the sidewalk, glancing over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. In the distance in the backyards, she could see Nurse moving in blurry wisps, eventually catching up to the teacher and ripping him off of a gap in the fence. A generator in the street powered on, and Ace and Tapp split apart, heading for other generators. The detective nodded towards the hook as he passed Meg.

            The wails of the teacher filled the air, and Meg solemnly headed for the hook. She snuck between the vehicles in the street, and the trees by the sidewalk, making it to a fence and scurrying alongside it. As she approached the side of a house towards the hook, she was spotted by the Nurse… or at least thought she was. The faceless woman looked directly at her for a couple seconds, and then looked away as she floated onward. Those brief seconds kicked the sprinter’s heart into a thunderous pace, and she took several deep breaths to calm down. I belong to her, her thoughts echoed grimly.

            She made it to the hook and rescued Adam, but as soon as he hit the ground, the Nurse blinked in. A wide swing of the saw came for the teacher, but Meg dove in between them. She shrieked as she braced for the teeth of the saw to cut her. To her shock, the weapon whooshed overhead and dug into a part of the nearby deck railing. She turned to help Adam, but the teacher was already gone, with a few splotches of blood marking his escape route. Meg was already running before she knew it, and by the time she turned around, the Nurse had teleported away, and Adam went down several blinks later.

            Am I imagining things? She replayed the moment of the attack in her mind, heroically diving in to protect the teacher from a mortal wound. The saw most certainly would have hit him, so why didn’t it hit her? Believing the Nurse could have possibly missed that swing was too surreal, and her heart sunk. Maybe she isn’t going to kill me now, but… what about later? She tried not to think about it, and the final two generators powered on.

            She snuck close to the hook before Adam was placed on it, and he cried out, grunting as the Entity came for him. He gripped the tendrils and held them back, but it was a losing battle. As soon as the Nurse left, Meg charged to the hook and pulled him free. There was no time to heal, and she motioned for him to follow. Surely the others would’ve gotten the gate open. Ace and Tapp took hits, and her and Adam arrived at a different gate. With one hand, he held the lever down, and clutched his wound with the other. The horn blared, notifying anyone nearby of the escape attempt. Meg’s heart raced, and she was soon to be free.

            The Nurse blinked in, and she pulled Adam from the switch. Meg shrieked, watching as he was tossed aside. Without thinking, she turned and ran away, dashing into a house and never looking back. Several seconds later and the gambler was cut down. Another minute later and Tapp hit the ground. Meg continued running until she was out of breath, and she collapsed behind some tall brush in the distance. She had no idea where the other exit gate was, and her comrades were being sacrificed one by one. Hope was waning, but the hatch was surely around. Praying to the mysterious Vigo for good luck, she started to search for it. As she snuck across the street, the Nurse spotted her. Fuck! She turned to run, but she was still exhausted from fleeing earlier.

            With two large steps for acceleration, she tripped as the Nurse blinked up to her. Yelping, she prepared for the end and clamped her eyes shut, but her body never hit the pavement. Slowly opening them, she could see the bloody saw on the ground before her.

            “Gotcha this time.”

            Confusion filled her, and she realized there was an arm around her waist. She was hoisted up onto the Nurse’s shoulder, and she floated down and collected her weapon. Panic hit her like a tidal wave, and she squirmed and thrashed.

            “L-Let me go!” she cried, causing the Nurse to drift off of her path. Abruptly, she was allowed down, and she attempted to run as soon as her feet touched the ground. However, no sooner was she was jerked back by another arm around her waist. Sharp, jagged steel pressed against the flesh of her neck and she went still.

            “Now, now, Meg. There’s no need for that.”

            The saw pricked her and she moaned, the sensation of blood trickling down her neck quickly demoralizing her of fate. However, she could’ve sworn she heard the faceless woman mutter Oops. She discarded the thought as she was put back on her shoulder.

            “Come, it’s just us.”

            The Nurse seemed enthusiastic, but that only made Meg feel worse. She twisted enough to glimpse where they were going, but they were headed straight for a hook. Meg whined as they drew closer, but immediately stopped as they passed by it. Instead, they continued towards a house, and she was brought upstairs.

            “Wh-what are you going to d-do to me?” she asked, but doubting she would get an answer, or even one that she would like.

            Once again, she was brought to a room with a bed waiting. “I think it’s more what you’re going to do for me.” The Nurse gently set her down on the bed and turned, extending her arm with the saw to the door. “And no running this time. The last time we were together was quite unfortunate.”

            Meg sat up and scooted back to the wall, trembling as the Nurse dropped to the floor. Seeing the faceless woman walking with her own feet was far more horrifying than she expected, and the fear squeezed her heart. She abandoned her saw, propping it against the bed as she walked around the side, her pale fingers caressing the sheets and dragging along the folds. When she neared Meg, the sprinter became silent, her eyes glued to her, unblinking. The Nurse herself was quiet, with her breaths faintly moving the cover.

            She took a seat on the edge, sliding her hand along the sprinter’s thigh. She moved closer, bringing her hands up to and clasping her face. Leaning closer, she whispered, “Let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do for me.” Meg blanched, her heart racing as she watched the Nurse slide back onto the bed and extend her legs toward her, smoothing out her dress. Meg’s eyes followed the stained wrappings on her legs all the way to the hem of her dress, and she swallowed. Sweat made her hat feel like it was binding her skull, and she felt lightheaded as she made eye contact with the faceless woman. “Well?” the woman asked, ruffling her dress.

            No! What the fuck! This is so fucked! Her eyes wandered to the door, and every fiber of her being prepared to leap from the bed and run for it. A hand gently grasped hers, and she looked down to see the Nurse taking hold of hers, her thumb softly rubbing her palm.

            “No, dear,” she said calmly. “Your punishment won’t be very… fun for you. Don’t make me reconsider how this has to end.”

            Fear clinched Meg’s heart, and panic set in. Whatever the Nurse was planning, whether she ran or not, terrified her. Maybe I can make it to the hatch. With all of her adrenaline, she sprang from the bed and surged out of the room. She could hear the faceless woman groaning and muttering behind her, but she didn’t waste any time trying to hear her. Leaping steps allowed her to descend the entire staircase in seconds, and she chanced a look behind her as soon as her shoes hit the bottom. The Nurse was not there. As she continued to run for the door, she turned her head back, only to crash into the faceless woman’s chest. Though her breasts cushioned her face, the impact startled her, and she yelped as she toppled backwards. A wrapped sleeve encircled her waist, and she was effortlessly lifted from the floor. The sprinter wanted to fight back, but she was still dazed.

            The Nurse brought her free hand towards her mouth. “I didn’t want to do this, but you’re making this difficult.”

            “W-Wait! I’m sorry! P-Please don’t k-kill—” The words died in her mouth as the very air was pulled from her lungs. Her eyes went wide and her head slumped forward into the woman’s chest, all of her focus now on trying to get her breath back. Whatever power was used on her, it stopped just short of leaving her unconscious. The woman brought her other arm under her legs and carried her, gently floating back up the stairs. Meg wanted to scream. To thrash. To run. But there was nothing left in her but the instinct to breathe. She panted and wheezed, finally breathing in small, strained gasps. It was enough to focus on her surroundings, but she was still weak. The Nurse set her back on the bed, propping her up against several pillows against the wall again.

            “Not that you can, but if you try to run again, I’m just going to kill you, and we’ll try this again next time. Do you understand?”

            Meg’s face sagged with exhaustion and sweat, but she swallowed and offered a timid nod. “Yes,” she added meekly.

            The faceless woman sat down across from her and seemed to study her victim. Meg wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but the fear never left her. She was too weak to do anything but gaze back in silence. Her body protested every movement, and all she could do was tremble.

            “You see… This only works with your cooperation. Whenever we’re together, I’ll go easy on you and allow you to escape and survive. There won’t be any risk of death or sacrifice when you’re with me, though I might have rough you up every now and then. We’ve got to keep up our appearances, don’t we?”

Meg blinked and took the pause as a cue to nod again. “I-I’ve n-never… done this… before,” she stammered, watching as the Nurse smoothed out her dress again. A quiet giggle caught her ear, and she bit her lower lip as the woman scooted closer. A delicate hand lifted her chin up.

“This isn’t how I imagined this would go, either.” She reached down and loosened her belt, and then slowly slid her dress uniform down to her waist. Meg stared in awe as she removed her blouse, blushing as a lacy white bra came into view. Despite the stained and worn appearance of her uniform, the lingerie was immaculate. The sprinter’s heart started to thump as she reached behind herself and unlatched the bra, shimmying it loose and pulling it off.

Meg froze as she gazed at her perky c-cup breasts, the alabaster skin clean and smooth. Her face burned, and she realized what she was doing, quickly snapping her eyes away. Th-this is so embarrassing! This is so fucking weird…

A hand brought her face forward again, and was met with the faceless woman staring at her, the subtle movement of the cover with her breath. “There’s no need to be shy, dear. It’s alright.”

Meg cast a quick glance to her beautiful chest again, but the shame and strangeness forced her to look away. However, the Nurse elicited a pause as she reached up and rolled the bottom of her cover up. She revealed her mouth and black lips, but the sprinter wasn’t sure if it was lipstick or some otherworldly body modification. It was fantastic, yet terrifying at the same time. She leaned close, and the sprinter could only stare at her lips in fear.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Meg’s mouth quivered, and she leaned closer and hesitated. She quickly gave her a peck on the lips and pulled back, only to find the woman’s visible frown. Abruptly, her collar was yanked forward, and the surprise let the Nurse into her mouth. She petrified, her mind locked only on the sensations of the tongue exploring her mouth. When the woman pulled back, she seemed more satisfied, but the disappointment was still evident in her expression.

“I-I’m n-not… into g-girls… Th-that’s n-not m-m… me.”

The Nurse leaned closer. “I’m not asking,” she cooed. “Besides…” She moved back and pulled Meg down, laying her flat on the bed. She climbed on top, straddling her hips and offering a sly grin. Surprisingly, she was very light on top of her, but that detail was soon lost as she leaned down and occupied her vision completely. Meg’s eyes drifted to her chest again, and she forced herself to stare at the Nurse’s mouth instead. “Lisa said you were quite the excited spy when you watched her with her girl. So, I know there’s an itch that you need to scratch.” She took Meg’s right hand and placed it on her left breast, smiling as she helped her massage it. The assisted squeezing caused the sprinter to shift between red and white with embarrassment and internal confusion. The Nurse took her mouth again, kissing slowly, deeply. This time, Meg weakly obliged, trying to follow along. The woman was surprisingly good at kissing, but the sprinter’s heart twisted as it dawned on her: her first kiss was with this woman. None of that was enough to inspire her, though.

Before she knew it, the woman was pulling off her jacket and working on her top. Meg panicked and brought her arms down, bracing it against her. A finger wagged in front of her eyes, and she allowed her arms to be pried away. Quickly reduced to a sports bra, she folded her arms across her chest again, and the woman frowned. “P-Please… This is… It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, come now, honey. There’s no need to be shy with me. You’re cute. All of you.” She caressed her face and smiled. “I’m not here to judge you, dear.”

Meg swallowed and allowed it to be removed, watching mournfully as it was cast off the side of the bed. Her small breasts were revealed, and she turned her head away, her face red with embarrassment. “L-Look… This h-has to stay betwe—AHHH!”

The Nurse latched onto a nipple with her mouth, and Meg automatically thrashed at the sudden barrage of sensations. She could feel her tongue circling along her areola, and the gentle suckles. Unable to contain herself, she moaned as she struggled to keep herself still. Finally, the woman pulled back and cast a smile to her. “My, my. Sensitive, are we? I’ll bet no one has ever done that to you.”

The sprinter merely stared back, her mind reeling with what was happening, and the fear the woman on top of her still instilled in her. Even as she seemed to be nice, all she could think about was how she could be one slight away from death, and was in the perfect position to be strangled to death by her again. She’d already threatened to kill her if she ran, so what was to stop her from doing it for fun? Meg took her hat off and tried to cover her face, anything to make her less exposed, but the Nurse took it and tossed it off the bed, leaning down for another kiss.

Finally, the woman climbed off of her, but she slid next to her and cuddled up to Meg, wrapping an arm around her. Her head rested beside hers, and she could hear her breaths. No one had ever been this close to her, let alone a killer. Let alone the Nurse. This was a bizarre nightmare scenario her imagination wouldn’t have dared conjure up. She clamped her eyes shut as the woman stroked along her torso.

“This will be much more enjoyable if you allow it,” she cooed. “These liaisons… in exchange for favoritism. You and I get our alone time, and I’ll make sure you escape.” Her voice lowered to a sultry whisper, and Meg could feel her turn her head to her ear. “I’ll even influence the others for you.”

The sprinter’s heart pounded, but the stroking was calming. It was certainly better than having the saw against her skin, or the hands upon her throat. “I-Influence the others?”

The Nurse gave a quick hum. “Lisa and Anna have theirs that I know of. You can watch. I know you’ve got a thing for that. However,” she paused, and the deep breath that followed was more suspenseful than any other situation she’d been in. “You belong to me. Body and all. I don’t share, and no one has my permission to touch you. They know better than to disobey me.”

            “How… long has this been happening?” Meg regretted the question immediately.

            The Nurse hummed again for a few seconds. “Time is hard to gauge in this realm, and none of us age anymore. A few months perhaps. Everyone had to wait on me to decide.” She rested her head on Meg’s shoulder again, still stroking her torso.

            Meg dared to ask another question, but it was one she had to know. “Why me?”

            The woman snickered. “I thought you were cute. Honestly, you’re always running around wearing such tight pants, accentuating that butt of yours. That put you in high demand, and you were everyone’s first choice.”

            “I…” Meg’s eyes went wide as she catalogued the implications of what the Nurse just said. Was she screwing with her? “You were all… looking at my butt?” She pulled away enough to glimpse the Nurse, and she nodded, eliciting a renewed blush from the sprinter. The woman pulled her back into the topless embrace, and she was left to dwell on the notion that a bunch of supernatural murderous women were ogling her backside at one point or another.

            “So cute,” the Nurse cooed to her.

            Meg could feel a hand sliding down her thigh, and she gasped and quivered. The other arm slid beneath her on the readjustment and wrapped around, crossing over her chest and grabbing her left breast. The hand was cool to the touch at first, but soon all she could focus on was the gentle fondling. Before she knew it, the first hand had slipped into her pants, discovering her damp panties. “Oh, my,” the Nurse muttered. “Enjoying yourself?”

Meg squirmed and sank deeper into the bed as she was gently massaged in both places. Her instinct said to fight it, but her brain reminded her that running was death. The pleasure was foreign, made more wrong coming from a woman. Coming from a woman that had tried and successfully killed her numerous times in the past. It was wrong, yet it felt so good. Sharp, hot breaths punctuated the rise and fall of her chest while the Nurse continued to work her hands in a wondrous rhythm. The pressure was building in her loins, and her breaths turned to gasps.

She tried to articulate a warning to the Nurse. “W-wait, I’m—”

There was no time to say anything, and a guttural moan forced its way out. Her body convulsed and her hips bucked, but the Nurse held her down with her right arm. The release spilled onto the woman’s hand, and rapidly absorbed into her pants and panties. As she tried to catch her breath, the Nurse took her mouth again, and she didn’t have the strength to give anything back. She hadn’t even noticed her cover had been rolled up again. When she pulled away from the kiss, Meg sank into the bed. Between running for her life, and having her breath somehow stolen, that was all she could do.

The Nurse brought her wet and stick fingers up to her mouth, gingerly cleaning each digit with her mouth. She smiled at Meg once she finished, but the sprinter could only watch, the waves of pleasure bringing in a sleepiness. All she wanted to do was sleep, and to be covered. She wondered if the woman sensed this, as she pulled her close and rested her head next to hers again.

Meg couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so comfortable sleeping, but it certainly hadn’t been within the clutch of a supernatural killer that had slain her so many times before. The afterglow of what just happened took the strangeness of the circumstances away, and she snuggled into the woman as she closed her eyes.
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