227: The Last Seconds (18++)

227: The Last Seconds (18++)

“Yes! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the milf moaned as both her partner and the snake lady fucked her holes.

Well… I guess our team might have more synergy than I at first assumed, Beatrice concluded, still surprised at how easily the duo became a threesome. At least we’re making good time! Beatrice automatically raised her arm and looked at her wrist without thinking, only to remember that she no longer had a watch. Oh, right.

Beatrice looked around and saw that not many participants followed the example set by her teammates. About a dozen or so were still busy scrambling to form what little semblance of a team a bunch of rejects could hope to form. They had no time for such activities. Only one other team decided to have some fun and double-team their teammate while the third reject laid on the ground. Most of the others were busy discussing strategies or studying their competition.

Beatrice looked up and saw naked bodies appearing one after another. Apparently, many people could not wait for those sex booths that were supposed to appear in the breaks between rounds and already took after the example set by her team. I guess I started this one. Not that Beatrice felt any guilt over the fact that the crowds gave in to debauchery so keenly.

And as the final teams formed, sixteen out of eighteen masked men split up walked toward each of the formed teams while carrying on their shoulder some kind of long item, wrapped in cloth.

“Just a reminder, you have sixty seconds to finalize your choices and line-up, shoulder to shoulder!” the announcer’s voice echoed across the arena.

“Wrap it up!” Beatrice hurried her teammates.

“Don’t tell me when to cum into my wife!” Number Twenty-six growled.

“I will when all our lives are on the line!” Beatrice snapped back. Fuck! I overdid it with the whole ‘anyone will do’ attitude.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Don’t listen to her, baby!” the pink-haired husband lovingly whispered to his pre-orgasmic wife. “Enjoy every second of our cocks inside you!”

“Uuuugh, I love it when you talk to me like thaaaaat~” Number Twenty-five moaned as she thrust her hips against her husband’s relentless pounding.

“Ooof, that’s the face! Ooooh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, baby! Cum! Cum inside me!”

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” the husband tensed up. “You better cum too, you hooded weirdo!!”

“I’m cumming!! Cumming!!”

“UOOOOOHHHH!!” their bodies jerked as they came in unison, with seconds remaining to complete the forming of their teams.

As the other teams lined up, a masked, shirtless, kilt-wearing man took position no more than ten yards away from their respective team.

“What do you think they’re holding?” one of Number Fifty’s teammates asked.

“Most likely some kind of weapon,” Number Fifty said.

“One for a team of four? Who should have it?” the other girl in the group asked.

“That would depend on the type of the particular weapon, sister!” their bearded teammate said.

“A fight between teams then?”

“No doubt, brother!”

“Great! Let’s show them what real teamwork looks like!”

“Hell yeah! Nobody can beat the spirit of our cooperation as long as Lady Anderson is with us!”

“That’s right! We stand with you, Lady Anderson!”

“That’s enough of that!” Number Fifty cut the chit-chatter of her three teammates as the final seconds approached.

“Come on!” Beatrice hurried her teammates as she literally lifted them up one by one while they still came off their orgasm. “You’re cutting it way too close!”

“What’s the hurry!? We have a team already!” Number Twenty-six said as he buttoned his pants. “What should we do? Just stand still like statues like all the others?”

I’m gonna kill you! The thought flashed through Beatrice’s mind but she shook it off and said, “Whatever, just get dressed! And shoulder to shoulder!”

“Aaand~… Time’s up!” Thelicia announced.

Suddenly the mines went quiet. As if Thelicia’s voice froze time itself, heavy silence hung over the arena. Even the noise of the lively crowds died down. Only the sounds of the giant burning balls of fire remained. They rose around the arena and dissipated after their spectacular, but short-lived expansion. The participants looked around to see if there were any stragglers, as well as what teams had ultimately formed and whether their mismatched teams stood a chance against other mismatched teams.