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Dead or Alive: I’m a Fucker	By : kunoichi_fan Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 20422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey, everyone! Sorry it’s been a while since my last update, but the next I’m a Fucker story is finally here! This one features Helena and Rig, who coincidently are both on holiday at the same luxury island resort. I should probably point out that this chapter includes spoilers for the ending of DOA5; specifically, regarding Rig’s true identity. If for some reason you haven’t played through the story mode yet and don’t want the post-credits scene spoiled for you, then don’t read this chapter (although you’ll be missing out on some pretty hot sex!).
Before I go, those of you with good memories will remember that, a couple of updates ago, I teased an upcoming chapter which I was really excited about. Well, I’m pleased to announce that this will be the next story I write, so there hopefully won’t be long to wait! Unfortunately I don’t have a release date, but I will of course get it to you as quickly as I possibly can. And finally, as always, I appreciate any feedback, so please rate and review, and don’t forget you can also email kunoichi_fan@hotmail.com if you want to contact me directly.
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Je t'aime… moi non plus (Helena & Rig)
The sun shone on Helena’s naked body. After the events of the fifth Dead or Alive Tournament, she had decided she needed a holiday. Organising the fighting competition had really taken it out of her, so she spontaneously jumped on a plane, and headed for her favourite destination. The beach she was currently sunbathing on was on a secret, luxury island in the South Pacific. Only a handful of the world’s elite were aware of its existence, and even fewer had actually been there. Admittance was reserved exclusively for the rich and beautiful; a private getaway full of sun, sea and sex.
Helena turned around on her towel, to lie on her back. Her large breasts glistened in the sunlight. The island had extremely liberal views on nudity, so Helena hadn’t packed any clothes at all; she fully expected to remain naked for her entire stay... and she wasn’t the only one.
Speaking of which, a heavily tattooed man was walking along the shore, a few hundred yards down the beach. Like Helena, he was completely nude; his sizeable cock proudly swinging between his legs. He walked with a swagger, and had the look of a man who always got what he wanted.
Rig’s ticket to the island had been a gift from his father. Despite the complete destruction of the MIST laboratory, Rig’s foresight meant that key data had survived, ensuring the continuation of Project Alpha. As a reward for this quick thinking, Victor Donovan had granted his son a two-week vacation at the exclusive resort, and Rig was fully intending to make the most of it. He hadn’t believed the rumours about this place before he arrived, but now he was here, it was even better than he’d heard. Everywhere he went, there were stunning women, most of whom weren’t wearing many clothes, and all of whom seemed just as horny as he was.
Sure enough, even now he could see a blonde woman lying on the sand ahead of him. Even from this distance, he could tell she was naked, and that her breasts were far bigger than average. He eagerly picked up his pace; he loved seeing girls’ faces when they first caught sight of his cock. Of course, there was always the possibility she would spurn Rig’s advances, although that would be a first.
As Rig approached, he suddenly recognised the woman as Helena Douglas, the daughter of Fame Douglas, who had been killed on the orders of Rig’s father. ‘Shit!’ he whispered. To avoid being spotted, he noiselessly ran towards the tree line, and hid behind the nearest palm tree. After a few seconds, however, he realised that Helena didn’t actually know what he looked like (and might not even know about him at all), so he was in no danger. He therefore returned to the shore and continued walking in Helena’s direction.
At the same time, a maid strode towards Helena, from the nearby path which led inland. Like all of the staff here, she was ridiculously underdressed. All female workers on the island wore only a black sling bikini, with an orange starfish-shaped navel piercing, so that they could still be identified as employees even when they were naked (which, in Rig’s experience, was most of the time). The maid’s words carried across the beach. ‘Ms Douglas, your masseur is ready for you in the cabin down the path. It’s the first one on the left.’
‘Thank you. I’ll be zere in a few minutes,’ replied Helena. The silky tone of her French accent was like music to Rig’s ears. By rights, Helena should be his enemy, but all he could think about right now was fucking her. Suddenly, he had an idea.
Rig waited for the maid to leave, before silently sprinting up the path, coming to a halt at the first cabin on the left. Instead of entering through the front door, he made his way around the back, where he found a side door with an ‘Employees Only’ sign attached to it. He cautiously opened it, and found himself in a rec room of sorts, with a table and chairs, a kitchenette, and a number of lockers against a wall.
Rig hurriedly searched the lockers, several of which had handily been left open. Luckily, one of them contained several male staff uniforms, which - like the female equivalent - didn’t leave much to the imagination. The entire outfit consisted of only a pair of tight black swim briefs, as well as the starfish piercing, which the men wore for the same reason as the women.
Rig grabbed a pair of briefs and hastily put them on (struggling to make his dick fit inside), but couldn’t think what to do about the piercing. Even in his horny frame of mind, attempting to pierce his own navel seemed like a really stupid idea, so he desperately searched the room for an alternative. To his immense surprise, one of the kitchenette drawers was full of stationery supplies, including a roll of sticky tape. Rig snapped a small amount off with his teeth, folded it around itself and placed it on the back of the piercing, which was chunky enough that you couldn’t see the tape from the front. Aware that Helena could be there at any moment, he stuck the starfish on his belly button, and exited the rec room into the main area of the cabin.
As Rig had expected, a handsome masseur was leaning against a massage table, patiently awaiting Helena’s arrival. He was wearing exactly the same as Rig, although Rig suspected that the masseur’s piercing hadn’t been stuck on with tape.
‘Hey, dude,’ said Rig, confidently. ‘So it turns out there was a mix-up with the scheduling for today. I’m supposed to take this one, while you’ve been reassigned to the bar in the plaza.’ Rig knew that the island’s staff rotated roles, so he hoped that this didn’t sound too out of the ordinary.
‘Oh, man, really?’ asked the masseur. ‘That’s typical of the admin guys in this place. I tell you, if they spent less time fucking and more time actually doing their jobs, mistakes like this wouldn’t happen.’
‘I don’t know what to tell you,’ replied Rig.
‘And this client’s super hot, too,’ said the masseur, more to himself than to Rig. ‘I’d been looking forward to getting my hands on her all day.’ He sighed. ‘Well, see you later, I guess. Let me know how you get on.’ He winked at Rig and left the cabin through the rec room.
Not long after, Rig spotted Helena through the front window. She walked down the short path to the cabin and entered through the main door. She was still completely naked, but made no attempt to cover herself in front of Rig; her skin almost seemed to glow. Her luscious blonde hair, which usually fell to her buttocks, had been tied up into a styled bun. Rig couldn’t believe he was about to massage such a gorgeous creature.
‘Bonsoir,’ said Rig, in greeting, before inwardly cursing himself.
‘Bonsoir,’ replied Helena, suspiciously. ‘But how do you know zat I am French?’
After his slip-up, Rig decided there was no point in pretending he didn’t know who Helena was. ‘Your reputation precedes you, Ms Douglas. You are one of our most generous and - if I may say so - beautiful patrons. I wouldn’t be doing my job correctly if I didn’t know who you are.’
‘You’re too kind,’ said Helena. ‘I assure you, I am nussing special.’
‘So modest,’ said Rig, admiringly. He motioned to the massage table. ‘Please, make yourself comfortable.’
Helena smiled. ‘Merci,’ she said, and climbed onto the table. She lay on her stomach, so that Rig got his first proper look at her exquisite ass. What he saw made him want to give up the act and drop his briefs right then and there but, with some effort, he resisted the temptation. Of course, he hoped he would get to do that eventually, but he didn’t want to be too forward and risk scaring her off. Instead, he squirted some massage oil out of the bottle and rubbed it all over his hands. Feeling a slight tingle in his cock, he eagerly placed his hands on Helena’s back, and got to work.
Helena’s skin was flawless. Rig’s fingers glided smoothly over the surface of her shoulder blades, while he tried to make it seem like he knew what he was doing. Rig was no stranger to massaging women, but Helena was the first one who expected a professional job, so he hoped she would be satisfied. He slowly moved his hands down her back. Every so often, Helena let out a sigh of pleasure, which Rig took as a good sign.
Eventually, Rig reached Helena’s buttocks. He stopped, unsure of what to do. Did professional masseurs rub asses? Then again, this wasn’t exactly a typical massage parlour, and Helena wasn’t exactly a typical client; she had arrived naked, after all. In the end, Rig decided he had nothing to lose, so he cupped one cheek in each hand and gently squeezed.
‘Mmmmm,’ purred Helena. Encouraged, Rig poured massage oil directly onto her ass, and started working it into her skin. Feeling bold, Rig coated his index finger in oil, and rubbed Helena’s anus. Hearing no complaint, he pushed his finger inside, and kept going until he was right up to the knuckle. He wiggled his finger, causing Helena to moan deeply.
‘OK, Ms Douglas, if you’d like to turn around,’ said Rig, politely, as he slipped his finger out of Helena’s asshole.
Helena did as Rig asked. However, instead of lying back, she remained sitting upright, and looked at Rig. ‘Please, call me Helena,’ she said, as she spread her legs and began to finger herself.
Rig got the message. Quick as a flash, he whipped off his briefs, which his erect dick was extremely grateful for; it had been threatening to escape ever since he got a proper look at Helena’s naked body. Helena licked her lips in approval. As Helena sat on the massage table, Rig picked up the bottle and spurted oil all over her, as well as his own chest and penis. Helena immediately began stroking Rig’s torso with one hand, and his cock with the other; using a single finger, she teasingly moved the oil around on its sensitive head.
Rig, meanwhile, touched every part of Helena he could physically get his hands on. After caressing her thighs, abdomen and arms, he turned his attention to her incredible breasts. He squeezed them, rubbed them, bounced them together, and playfully flicked her hardened nipples. As Helena continued to jerk him off, Rig leaned in to suck one of her boobs, as she placed one hand gently on the back of his head. Finally, the only thing left to do was to stick his dick between them.
Taking great care, Rig tentatively climbed on the massage table and onto Helena, placing his thighs either side of her stomach. The table didn’t seem in any imminent danger of collapsing, so he eagerly rested his cock in the middle of Helena’s chest. At first, he remained motionless, as Helena pressed her boobs against his dick, and made them dance for him. However, as soon as he felt his ejaculation coming, Rig began thrusting, causing the massage table to shudder violently. Rig sprayed his cum all over Helena’s huge breasts, before fondling them with his cock, which didn’t seem like it was finished yet.
Sensing that the massage table wouldn’t support their combined weight much longer, Rig thought it would be safer to relocate to the floor. It was made up of laminated wooden planks, and - like everything else in the resort - looked spotless; it seemed like as good a place as any to have sex. Rig helped Helena down from the table, before pushing it against the wall. He sat on the floor, in the centre of the room, and lay on his back; Helena immediately climbed on top of him, and the couple resumed their mutual massaging. To facilitate this, Rig picked up the oil again, twisted the top off completely, and emptied the remaining half a bottle over himself and Helena. Their bodies were now completely drenched, each of them shining from head to toe, their hands effortlessly gliding across each other’s skin.
Eventually, Helena grabbed Rig’s slippery dick, which easily entered her vagina. As the couple built up a steady rhythm, Helena took Rig’s hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts, which were still sticky with Rig’s cum. As Rig played with her boobs, Helena explored his muscles, tracing the outline of his pectorals and abdominals, and feeling the satisfying flex of his biceps. They continued like this for some time, until Helena took hold of Rig’s hands again, and licked the cum from his fingers. He had never seen anything so sexy.
The oil meant that Rig could pull Helena around effortlessly; in one smooth movement, he had flipped her around, so that he was on top. This allowed him to dictate the pace; naturally, he fucked her hard and fast. This earned him a string of French profanities from Helena, mixed in with her moans of pleasure. Eventually, it all became too much for her, so she lightly pushed Rig away, before shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm washed over her. It took her a while to recover, after which she looked straight into Rig’s eyes.
Wordlessly, Helena made Rig lie on his back, before climbing on top of him in the reverse cowgirl position. She grabbed hold of his dick, and guided it into her asshole. The oil worked just as well as any lube she had ever used; with a minimal amount of effort, she was able to lower herself, until Rig was completely inside her. Rig moaned heavily, scarcely daring to believe what was happening. Helena leaned back, and lifted her legs so they were almost behind her head. With her weight resting entirely on Rig’s torso, Helena used the oil to glide back and forth on Rig’s cock, forcing it balls deep inside her anus with every thrust.
Before long, Helena could tell that Rig was ready to cum again. However, instead of pulling away, she continued to fuck him with all the strength she could muster. As Rig shouted her name, Helena felt him explode inside her asshole, cleaning out her anal canal; one squirt after another. Rig remained inside her until he could no longer maintain his erection.
‘C’était incroyable,’ said Helena, as she turned around to lie on top of Rig, her boobs lying on his chest. ‘You’ll have to tell me your name, in case I ever require your, er, services in the future.’
Just for a moment, Rig considered telling her the truth, but immediately put the thought out of his mind. ‘My name’s Rig,’ he said. ‘Just Rig.’
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