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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 8: Thoughts Betwixt

            Meg hung over the back of the Huntress’s sturdy shoulder, staring at the blood trail she left behind. The shock was setting in—more from the anguish of knowing death was coming than the blood loss—and the sad whimpers of Nea fell into white noise. She mustered the strength to raise her head, one last look at the beautiful scenery to try and comfort her demise, but a hook passed by her vision and moved further away. Shifting, she managed to twist and glimpse their destination: the estate house.

            No fucking way… She bent herself to glimpse Nea, but the Huntress had picked her up the opposite direction, so she could only look at her butt. Does Nea… belong to the Huntress? The idea seemed crazy, but if the last weeks’ worth of trials meant anything, this wasn’t all that hard to believe. As they approached the house, she could hear Nea’s whimpers stop.

            “Where are you taking us?” asked the tagger meekly.

            “To a better place,” replied the savage woman.

            The words drained the hope from them once more, and Nea whimpered softly again. Inside, the Huntress brought them to a side room and set them down. Flames lit the walls and ceiling from a fireplace, along with scented candles in a few small clusters near the walls. Heavenly and calming aromas filled Meg’s nose, but it was hard to relax given that the Huntress was likely about to kill her in ritualistic sacrifice. Blood ran into the cream-colored floor, and she couldn’t retract her leg into a better position. Despite the warmth in the room, the chill of blood loss was affecting Meg, and she let out a pained moan. I’m going to bleed out…

            “Don’t move,” said the Huntress sternly, pointing a gloved finger at the tagger.

            Nea’s mouth fluttered several times, and she wiped tears from her eyes and looked to the sprinter for help. “W… what…?” she murmured.

            The savage woman stepped by Meg and slid the door shut before moving back to loom over her. A faint smile or smirk was on her lips—she couldn’t tell which—and the sprinter took that look as a sign of her sealed fate. She’s going to watch me die, she thought sadly, her eyes drifting to the huge gash on her calf. The Huntress crouched down and pulled the leg out, eliciting a yelp. She reached into one of the packs of her utility belt and produced medical supplies, quickly stitching and wrapping the wound. The woman was not gentle, causing more pained grunts and groans before finishing up. “Owowowow!” Meg exhaled sharply as the brutal hands finally left her.

            “Sally said you like to watch.”

            Meg blinked, and the Huntress winked at her from beneath the mask before grabbing a rope. “W-Wait… Wh-what?” Her arms, hands, legs, and feet were all bound with skilled knots, and she could only shuffle like a worm. Realization of what was to come dawned on her. “N-no no no! This—It’s just… All just a misunderstanding. I-I don’t l-like to w-watch! I-If you’re not going to k-kill me, c-can I just go? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

            “What are you talking about, Meg? Do you know what’s going on?” Nea asked, her eyes wide and darting back and forth between the two of them.

            The Huntress shook her head and undid her utility belt, tossing it aside with her axe. Unbuckling her belt, she tossed her half-skirt and pants into the pile, and rolled up her shirt and threw it on top. She was left with only a grey bra and panties, though she continued to wear her rabbit mask and black veil. Meg swallowed hard as she studied her body. Hardy muscles filled her frame, and when she turned to face Nea, she got a view of her butt and reflexively clamped her eyes shut. This can’t be happening. She opened her eyes and her face reddened as the butt was still in her view. This is happening… How is this happening to me?

            “Meg, what the hell is going!” the tagger called to her, her eyes wide on the woman’s body. The Huntress held a finger to her lips, gently shushing her.

            The sprinter locked eyes with Nea and swallowed, but she kept her mouth shut. What could she say? Would it comfort her to know a minute in advance? Would it even matter?

            “Nea… I hope you’re… into… women…”

            “Wh-what?” The tagger fidgeted and locked eyes with the Huntress, panic setting in.

            Sliding her panties off, she turned back to Meg, exposing her crotch to her. A black bush greeted the sprinter and she stared at it wide-eyed. “Sally said you lost yours,” the muscled woman said, a grin pulling the corners of her mouth up.

            Meg opened her mouth to question her, but before she could get a word out the panties were tossed onto her face. The Huntress had left her eagerness and musk on the discarded garment, and she could smell—and taste—it. Horror strangled her and she petrified as they rested on her. Why me? she lamented. Collecting herself, she shook the damp cloth off, but the taste remained on her lips, and a peculiar stickiness clung to her eyebrows. Taking a breath of purer air, she focused to see Nea scooting away from the Huntress.

            The muscled woman took her bra off and grabbed one of Nea’s feet and dragged her closer. She bent over and Meg received a proper view of her crotch and toned butt, and she tried to avert her eyes to anywhere else in the room. W-Why me… I was supposed to be dating and have a boyfriend by now. The Huntress attempted to strip the tagger, but Nea combatted the efforts before having her arms briefly pinned. With the message across, she froze and watched as the woman struggled with the zipper on her pants. Maybe I would’ve lost my virginity to a handsome guy this year…

            The Huntress grunted and frowned, and she stood up and moved back towards Meg. The sprinter got a full frontal, her nice breasts now complementing her muscled figure and pubic hair. However, she passed her and grabbed her axe, but she stopped and eyed Meg. The sprinter blushed hard and threw her head away, but the Huntress knelt down before her, turning her to meet her smiling face. Meg pleaded with her eyes, and she was met with sympathy. The woman placed the axe blade to her wrist bindings and nodded. Oh my god, is she going to free me? I get to leave! The axe pulled back and sliced the ropes, and Meg was quick to rub them, eagerly awaiting her ankles, thighs and upper arms. However, after a several seconds, all she received was another smile and nod.

            “You can play with yourself while you watch.”

            Meg’s mouth fell open and she wondered if what the Huntress just said was real or not, and she turned back to the tagger to gauge her reaction. God damn it, why! What the fuck!

            Nea stared in shock, and the woman swung the axe down, striking just between her legs. The tagger shrieked, and the weapon was pulled back, shearing her pants apart and revealing red panties with hearts on them before tossing the weapon onto her clothes. Nea’s horrified face burned red, and Meg wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or genuine fear. The tagger’s tank top and undershirt were quickly removed with her compliance, and she was left with only her underwear.

            For once, Meg wasn’t the only one with a flat chest in the room, but that was the only solace she could find in the situation. The Huntress gently pushed Nea to the floor, and Meg exchanged one last glance of uncertainty with her. She could hear them kissing, and the sprinter fidgeted uncomfortably. Something within her wanted to see, and her curiosity drove her to shimmy closer and try to glimpse them. Her effort to be stealthy about it failed, and the Huntress took notice of her.

            “Oh, I’m sorry. Here. You can see better, now.”

            The woman stepped over to her and pulled her closer, and then repositioned with Nea to give Meg a good view from the side. The tagger shot her a dirty look, though it wasn’t the one that fit the situation. Finally, Nea’s panties were stripped away, and a small tuft of blue hair was revealed. Meg leaned closer and inspected it. “You dyed your pubes?” she blurted in disbelief. She realized the comment had been aloud and tried to look away.”

            “Are you seriously watching?” Nea retorted.

            The Huntress smiled. “She likes to watch.” Glancing back to Meg, she nodded again. “Go on. Your hands are free. Enjoy yourself.”

            The sprinter raised her hands and shook her head. “No-no thanks. I’m good, I swear. Really. It’s fine.”

            The Huntress chuckled. “Nonsense. We’ll wait for you to start.”

            Meg gazed back in disbelief, and the muscled woman nodded again. The sprinter turned her head up and away. This is so embarrassing! Why me? Slowly, she moved her hands down and slid her athletic pants to her thighs, struggling with her arms being bound. After finally getting them far enough, her smooth sex was revealed. She glanced to the pair and found them both watching intently. Why couldn’t I just die instead? With overwhelming reluctance, she closed her eyes and slid her right hand down her stomach and to her vagina, gently beginning to massage herself.

            “Good,” the Huntress cooed, beaming. She turned back to Nea. “Now it’s our turn.”

            The tagger went still as the muscled woman kissed her way down her abdomen, but the kisses caused her to squirm. The Huntress was soon at her waist, her hot, eager breaths wafting onto her skin as she slowed down. Nea squeaked as the woman’s tongue reached her vagina, and Meg couldn’t help but look now, even as the other girl’s eyes were clamped shut. The tagger’s squeals turned to soft moans, and Meg was finding her arousal in the other girl’s pleasured cries. The reluctant massage of her privates was rapidly evolving into masturbation, and she shifted on her side to keep watch and better maneuver her pleasuring hand. This is… She didn’t want to say, or even think it, but she was becoming more engrossed by the other girl’s noises. …Hot…

            Nea’s moans grew louder while she bucked her hips in ecstasy. The Huntress was undeterred and rose up to a knee, wrapping her arms around her hips and lifting her. Without her mouth ever leaving her vagina, she continued her oral efforts on the tagger. Finally, the woman crept a hand over and massaged her clitoris. “Oh, god. Wait. Slow down, I’m—ah—getting—” Her mouth opened up as a guttural moan erupted from her, and she convulsed with the pleasure releasing.

            Meg finished herself off with a small grunt and squeak before relaxing, blanking in the moment while the ecstasy washed over her. Nea was gently laid back down on the floor, her chest rapidly rising and falling to her breaths. Sweat clumped her hair together above her face reddened with bliss and, what Meg presumed to be, a shame or embarrassment. The sprinter watched, and she hadn’t even noticed that she had kept going on herself as she studied the other girl’s nude body. Her vagina glistened with her juices and the Huntress’s saliva, beads of sweat running down the sides of her face. The flames danced across her, and the waves of pleasure continued to give her a hazy stare at the savage woman.

            “Now me.”

            “Wh… what…?” Nea mumbled as she snapped into focus by the Huntress pulling her on top of herself.

The tagger didn’t measure up to her size, but Meg found it adorable… in its own way. She watched as Nea mimicked the masked woman’s earlier foreplay, kissing her way down her body. However, she wasn’t new to the concept, pausing to massage one breast while gently suckling on the other’s nipple. The huntress tilted her head back and moaned, though her mask remained firmly affixed as Nea reached the bottom. Staring at her vagina, the Huntress sat up, her questioning eyes upon her.

Arousal wormed its way back into the sprinter, and she began rubbing herself fervently again. Am I really this much of a pervert? she thought bitterly. She pushed the shame beneath the waves of pleasure and lust as the tagger put her mouth to work on the Huntress once more.

The husky moans filled the room, while the masked woman shifted and fondled herself, heavy pants noisily escaping her lips. Soon her shifting evolved into clamping her thighs as she laid on her back, her noises growing louder, and her breaths becoming sharper. Meg was getting close, and she shut her eyes and focused only on the sound and her efforts.

Nea squeaked and tried to pull out of the thigh-grip, but she was pinned in place. With no other option, she continued through the situation. Meg came before the Huntress, using the moans of the masked woman to cover her own. The tagger brought the Huntress to climax, getting her head wrenched in the direction of her convulsions before she was finally released. Free, she sat up and gasped for air, rubbing one of her slickened cheeks delicately as her eyes floated back to the sprinter.

“Seriously? Again?” she whispered angrily upon viewing the aftermath of Meg’s masturbation.

The sprinter quickly looked away, attempting to pull her pants up. However, her slick hands caused them to roll and get stuck. She went still, her face burning as she stared at the wall. Please. Just give me a break…

The Huntress smiled and sat up, pulling Nea into a kiss. Afterwards, she stood up and collected her axe, moving to Meg and cutting her restraints. The sprinter half-hoped she would drive it into her skull and end her embarrassment. As she reached for her pants, the masked woman placed her grey panties into her hands and nodded. The juices were still fresh on the cloth, and Meg suppressed her cringe and held her breath as she removed her pants and put them on. The juices had cooled and a chill ran through her. With a quiet gasp, she threw her pants back on as fast as she could. When she finished, she saw that Nea was already dressed and watching her, but the pair turned to the Huntress.

“A-Are you going to… kill us?” Nea asked meekly.

The masked woman shook her head. “I’m not allowed to kill her,” she said, casting a glance to Meg before moving to loom over Nea with a smile. “And I’m not going to kill you. You’re much too fun for that.” Moving to the door, she opened it and grabbed the girls by the hands and led them out, shooing them as she shut it and dressed herself.

The pair exited the house in silence, awkwardly walking back to the hatch without a word or a look to one another. As they arrived, Meg collected the key and gave it to Nea. “Let’s just save it,” she said quietly. The tagger pocketed it and they moved to the nearest generator and repaired it in silence. Meg let the sounds of the machine drown out her thoughts, but they couldn’t suppress the naughty and embarrassing imagery of the situation that had just transpired. Once the generator was running, they moved to an exit gate and pulled the lever down. The familiar hum of the Huntress came, but it had a new melody, sounding much happier than before. The woman arrived as the gate opened and both girls froze and looked at her expectantly, each red with embarrassment.

“Until next time, little flower,” she said, kissing Nea on the forehead. She turned to Meg and offered a smile. “You can watch any time,” she added with a wink.

Meg swallowed, her face burning with red, but she merely nodded and accepted the offer. The masked woman waved them away and disappeared into the distance, humming to herself joyously. As the girls entered the fog and returned to camp they lingered at the edge while the others took their seats at the fire.

Nea grabbed Meg’s hand, hesitating to look her in the eyes. “H-Hey… Can we, uh… keep this a secret?”

The sprinter let out a huge breath of relief. “Please.” As she turned to head for the campfire she froze. Bounding over to them was Claudette. Oh no…
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