Fest Fucker Freya - Lvl. 10

Author's Note:

The voting for the Fan Box is officially closed when this story goes live! There were many great suggestions! Although only one will be the official fan box, your suggestions have given me great ideas for other reward boxes that can go to Freya or other Fuckers, so, please keep commenting any ideas you have!

Freya's benefits:

Queen of Spades tattoo:

New School Uniform Skirt:

White shirt:

Blowjob scrunchie:

Thigh high, white cotton socks:

Ring of Extraordinary Taste:

White Lace Garter Belt:

When red lipstick, black eye liner and eyelash curlers are used gain:

Droplets tattoo:

Holy Whore Necklace:

Permanent Forfeit:

Can only cum while something is inside her arse.

Thank you to Lonelyoldermother for proofreading.

Chapter 1

School

Freya's Points: 6

Points Needed For Level 11: 600

Situations. I had been dreading this level. Master Barry had warned me about them. It was practically a porn film that the observers wrote up themselves that us Fuckers would star in. He said if the observers liked us, then we'd get good plot lines. He also said that the Festival added drama by adding people together that knew each other from before the Festival.

As soon as the level started, I felt... different. I was on my own. The last time I started a level in no relationship party was level 3, and I had lost Doug just seconds before it. I remember starting level 3. I felt so alone. I was so scared and distraught. I had sat on the floor crying and wishing for death, and it took all of my strength to get up and carry on.

Not now though. I wasn't that girl anymore. I wasn't afraid and I wasn't scared. And yeah, I may not have been in a relationship party, but I wasn't alone. I had Lily, Sam, Trevor, Joe, Henry. Hell, I even had Janey and Samantha. Level 10, halfway through. I got this.

As soon as the level started, I called Master Barry back, and he appeared in front of my eyes.

"Quick," I blurted out. "Situations level. I need to pick a sub-class. What do you recommend?"

"Something not too difficult," He told me as if he was prepared. "The Situations could be anything, so just a general sub-class that won't make you suffer anything if you don't do it. 90% of the points you get on this level will be by completing the Situations."

Good, that was good. I quickly found the sub-class that I had saved previously that fit the bill. I already had it in mind for the Situations level, but this cemented my decision.

And on this level you will be... Baby Sitter! You ever hear about those married men. He and his wife hire a young, sexy as fuck 18 year old to babysit their kid, and then the wife is surprised when she finds out that her husband ended up porking the young girl? Well, you're that young girl.

With this sub-class you gain 2 points to your Charisma skill. However, you lose 3 points to your Pussy Eating skill because, let's be honest, the baby sitter always goes after the dad, not the mum.

Done, that was easy. From what Master Barry told me previously, this Charisma skill would mainly work on the Situations. They would involve other Fuckers as well as NFC's, and my Charisma skill would determine how easily I could get the NFC to go along with what I wanted. As I was on a clock, I wanted that to be as easy as possible.

"Nice choice," Master Barry said with an approving nod. "Soon I won't have much left to teach you."

"Thanks." I joked just as Davina's voice appeared.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the highlights of the top ten from level 9! Strap in your seatbelts, folks!

At the number one spot, as always, Ilsa F. More sadistic bullshit. I was growing really tired of seeing her abuse and torture people.

Number 2 was Hans G. I realised that Cheryl S, who had been in the top 3 for some time now, was completely off the top 10, which led me to believe she had died somehow. Instead, Hans G, the man who looked like the old guy from Up, had replaced her and was fucking more young men and women. For a moment I wondered how he outran the fire when he had to walk with that Zimmer frame thing, then I saw he also had a mobility scooter.

Without Cheryl S there, Jennifer L was now back at 3rd position. It actually showed her challenge with me where I nearly beat her. Next time I'll beat you, bitch.

At number 4 was Arvid R, the man with both a cock and a pussy.

And then there was me. I had jumped all the way to number 5. Watching my highlights made me cringe with both embarrassment and pain. I watched as my arsehole got double stuffed with dick. Then I had to watch as a long line of men in the Caucus Club took turns fucking my arsehole. The worst though, was the part of me practically begging them to piss over me. I already knew that Sam and Trevor were going to tease me for that.

Jackie R was at number 6. The "furries" woman. I seriously didn't get how she stayed so high. She barely did anything sexual, it was like watching a cat.

Tom C then came in at 7. I hadn't seen his name before. He was a smallish guy with a very big cock. I mean, his legs weren't that long, so his dick made it seem like a third leg!

At number 8 was Aleskanda W, the woman I had met who permanently had the big purple dildo stuck to her. She was nice, although I hadn't seen her in a while.

Piere J was another new name. He was clearly French and was actually dressed like a mime, full make up and everything. Although he never spoke, he sucked a lot of dick.

And finally, there was Bjorne I. Yet another new person. He was like a Viking. Seriously, he had the hat, the animal fur, the beard, everything. He must have chosen a hard class as a Viking. He was kind of hot though.

With so many new people in the top ten, I realised that being liked wasn't a life savour. Cheryl S especially. She had been in the top 3 pretty much since the beginning, and just like that she was gone.

Reward: Silver Ranking Box!

My hands were almost shaking when I received that. So far the ranking boxes seemed to give me the best prizes. When it appeared in front of me, it was a shining, silver box. With a lot of fanfare, it burst open and a small, oval pill appeared.

Class Pick Pill. Do you feel like you made the wrong choice with your class? Well, here's a do over. Just take the pill, and you can pick your class, anything you want.

I could see this pill being a great benefit for someone that didn't like what they chose. I imagined Trevor would've loved it when he first chose his hard class. However, I liked my class, so I stored it away in my inventory.

Right, the Observers have given me A LOT of Situations to go through, and I am in the process of handing them out. I'm doing this one by one, so no fucking complaining, you pieces of shit! When I have assigned your Situation fully, meaning which Fucker is involved and how, then you will be immediately transported into the Situation. Until then, I dunno, do whatever the fuck you want.

Now, those lucky Fuckers of you that haven't been popped yet have officially reached the halfway point of the Festival. Aren't you good!

I didn't even consider going to find a boss room or a Caucus Club door. I needed information, and there was only one way I was going to get that.

--

3 hours. That was how long I had been using the fuck machine until it was finally Lucy's turn again. I had four different Observers use it on me. Don't get me wrong, they were sick fucks, but they didn't do anything too bad. It made me feel disgusting though that four of these Observers got off by using me. Although I had to admit, it was nice being able to use my pussy again. I never thought I'd think it, but I was annoyed that they all used my pussy and not my arsehole. Thanks to Davina's new permanent forfeit, I got all the pleasure of being fucked, but I wasn't able to cum without something in my arse.

Freya: It sure is a hot one today.

Observer: Not as hot as here.

"Fucking finally." I sighed.

Freya: I didn't think I'd manage to get you again. What can you tell me about my Situation?

Observer: Davina is still picking, but I already know which one you are getting. My sister, Urial wrote yours. It wasn't too bad, so I voted for it as well, and so did a few of the lower Observers, so I'm 99% sure you'll get that one. There's something you should know though. There are going to be fan boxes given out soon, items that Michael has chosen to be voted on by the Observers. He's chosen which Fuckers will get prizes, and your name was on the list.

My heart sunk when I read that.

Freya: Michael knows who I am?

Observer: It could've been random, but knowing Michael, it wasn't. He hasn't given me any indication on why he chose you, but he's smart. Very smart.

Shit, the last thing I needed was Michael showing an interest in me.

Freya: Do you have any idea what that fan box will be? Or when it'll be given out?

Observer: I can only vote once, and I can't see how anyone else has voted, so I don't know unfortunately. You'll get it at the start of level 12.

Freya: Okay, thanks. What can you tell me about my Situation?

Observer: You're going to kind of be playing you, just a sluttier version. There are seven other Fuckers in your Situation, but they are the main characters of theirs. It's kind of like a mix of stories that sometimes come together. You might not actually meet all of them, or you might meet them all. It's hard to know exactly how the story will unfold. You should know about someone that's in your Situation though...

I paused. Fucking Lucy, she always did this. Ended her messages with a "..." when she was going to tell me something important. I was sure she just loved adding to the drama.

Fucker Machine Disconnected.

What?

A popping sound when off in my ears, and I was transported somewhere new. It was... for fuck's sake, it was a classroom. Real original. I looked down and realised I was still in my normal school uniform. There were students all around me on individual desks, although they looked very robotic with random NFC names over their heads.

Hello Fucker! Welcome to your Situation for level 10. Yours is titled... The Slut, The Slave & The Showgirl!

The Slut

"Freya, could you answer the question?" The teacher asked. I looked up and saw a white man with short black hair stood at the front. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

"Fuck off." I grunted and stood up. I wanted to explore the area and see what I was going to have to do when suddenly, something invisible but strong forced me back to my seat.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" The teacher shouted and went bright red. "Detention afterschool for you!"

"What?" I asked.

I wondered if this was part of the weird Situation. I was also wondering who was in it with me. Lucy was about to tell me, which led me to believe it was someone I knew. I prayed it wasn't Jesse.

"In fact, go to detention now!" He shouted.

A popping noise went off in my head, and I was transported to another room. It was a similar classroom, but it was empty.

Oh no! You have already fucked up the Situation and landed yourself in detention! If you want to keep the story line going, then you're going to have to find a way out of detention before you go over to your boyfriend's tonight!

Quest: Get out of detention before 3pm.

Boyfriend? What?

I looked at the clock and saw it was 2pm. So, it was similar to the medieval level where I had tasks and shit. I immediately panicked that I had already messed this up. There was clearly some sort of storyline that I had to follow, and so far I wasn't doing a very good job.

After a few seconds I decided to check if a window was unlocked. Maybe that was how I could escape. But when I went to stand, it was like my arse was glued to the seat.

"Shit, what am I supposed to do?" I shouted into the air as if Davina would tell me.

Just then, the door opened, and that NFC teacher walked in. His face was no longer bright red as he walked over.

"Oh Freya," He sighed. "What am I going to do with you, hey?"

I looked him up and down. Even before Davina appeared in my head, I knew what was about to come. It was so painfully obvious.

Update to quest: Get out of detention.

So, your teacher has given you detention, and in order to get to your boyfriend's house after school, you need to get out of it. Your teacher, Mr Matthews, is an utter arsehole. However, there is one thing that can work to your advantage. He's in a sexless marriage, and you're a hot, younger woman with a tight pussy... do with that what you will.

Urgh, seriously?

As I sat there, annoyed, Mr Matthews was smiling while looking me up and down. I saw on his left hand a golden wedding ring.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to stay here until 5pm to really feel your punishment for using such bad language." He said to me and crossed his arms.

I rolled my eyes at the stupidness of this storyline. Unfortunately, I had no other option and had to go along with it. So, I smiled and batted my eye lashes while looking up at him. I had never really watched porn, but everyone in the world knew the terrible storylines and what happened in them.

"Please Mr Matthews," I said in a girlish tone. "I'll do anything to get out of detention."

The NFC teacher looked down at me and smiled. At least they made this teacher attractive.

"I don't know what you're implying." He said in a stern tone.

A burst of an alarm went off in my head, and a rapid flash of red light went through my vision.

I guess you're not as good at seducing as you thought! Unfortunately for you, your Charisma skill isn't that high and your pitiful attempt to seduce your teacher failed!

What the fuck?!

I assumed that this storyline would just move along, not that I could fail it by not having a high enough Charisma level. Going for broke, my right hand reached out and grabbed onto the NFC's crotch.

"Please! I'll be the best student you've ever had! I'll do anything your wife won't let you." I said, I did my best to sound interested, but I knew it didn't come out that convincingly.

Mr Matthews grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

"That's it, young lady. You're off to the head teacher's office," He growled. "You'll be lucky to not get expelled."

QUEST FAILED!! Get out of detention.

Oh dear, oh dear. Not off to a great start, are you? Now you have to go to the head teacher's office and plead to not be expelled.

Quest updated: Convince the head teacher not to expel you.

Fucking hell! Maybe I need to take this more seriously.

A golden line appeared on the ground, signalling where to go for this quest. Mr Matthews was practically frozen, like most NFC's did when they finished with me. So, I stood up and followed the golden line until I reached the door that read "Head Teacher Johnson".

When I opened it I saw an older, fatter man sat behind a desk scratching his beard. I immediately regretted not passing the last quest. At least Mr Matthews was attractive, but Head Teacher Johnson looked vile.

"Freya," The old, fat man said, "I believe you've been behaving very poorly."

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. When I turned back, I saw the head teacher's eyes were at my very short skirt and a vile smile was on his face.

Think, how do I seduce him.

Davina hadn't given me any clues like she had with Mr Matthews, so I had to think on the spot.

"I'm so sorry, sir," I whispered and walked towards him, ensuring that my chest was puffed out. "I know I've been a... bad girl. Please don't expel me."

A bar suddenly appeared in my vision at the bottom. On the left it was bright red, and the further right it got, the greener the bar went. There was an arrow just above it which had moved slightly towards the green.

"Oh, I believe you've been a very bad girl." Head Teacher Johnson grunted.

Just the site of him made me feel sick, but I had no other choice. I bounced slightly as I walked to let my skirt show more skin. As I did that the arrow moved further into the green.

"I have been," I whispered in a girlish voice, "And... and..." I looked around the room as I tried to think what to say, "I deserve to be punished."

The arrow jumped even further into the green now, almost halfway there, and the head teacher smiled wider.

"It has been a while since I properly punished a student," He replied and reached for a long, yellow ruler. "And what do you think a naughty girl like you deserves as punishment?"

I looked at the ruler and suddenly a text box appeared.

Head Teacher Johnson's Ruler of Pain! This is no ordinary ruler, oh no! This ruler is made of a material so strong that it could make a dinosaur cry out in pain when struck by it.

"Erm... erm..." I stuttered after reading the description, "Anything you want."

A negative buzzer went off in my head and the arrow dropped down, back to the middle of the bar. Head Teacher Johnson dropped the ruler onto his desk and sighed.

"Maybe not," He said. "You might be beyond saving."

"No!" I quickly shouted. "Erm, I can be saved!" I practically ran over to his desk and placed my hands onto the surface. As I bent slightly over, my skirt rode up and revealed the bottom of my bum cheeks. "You should take that ruler and strike me as my punishment, sir."

The arrow flew into the green section, so close to being as far right as it could go.

Head Teacher Johnson stood up, and I saw his big belly jiggle underneath his white shirt that could barely contain his fat. I had to look away from this disgusting man as he walked behind me, once again holding the ruler.

"I suppose I could try to save you," He whispered as the tip of the ruler touched the inside of my left leg, then slowly rose up underneath my skirt. "But I won't be gentle. Is that okay with you?"

I knew now how this was supposed to go.

"That is okay, sir," I told him as the tip of the ruler now ran against my bare arse cheeks. "I deserve your hardest punishment."

What I hated most about this was that I was actually turning myself on a little.

The arrow didn't budge, still just a tiny bit away from being on the far right and passing this test.

Using the ruler the head teacher pulled my skirt up so it stayed around my waist, and now exposing my uncovered pussy and arsehole to him, as well as showing my white garter belt.

"Okay, I won't be kind." He grunted.

At first, I heard the ruler whooshing through the air, but I didn't have time to react when the flat, long surface crashed against both of my arse cheeks.

"Fuuuuck me!!" I shouted in shock. With my pain threshold level so high I didn't think I'd feel it. But I guess the item description of the ruler was accurate.

When I yelped the arrow moved a little left, the wrong direction.

"Be quiet as you get punished!" The head teacher barked out, and I felt spit land on my arse cheek.

He pulled the ruler back, and I gritted my teeth... SPANK!! It crashed against my arse and stung like a motherfucker. I managed to only let out a little grunt as my arse cheeks strung. The arrow moved back towards the right.

It reminded me of my first time with Lil Sharleen where she caned me and hit the exact spot over and over.

"There's a good girl." The head teacher grunted.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He hit me over and over in the exact same spot again and again. The arrow kept moving to the right after each strike.... SPANK!

"Fuck!" I yelped and saw the arrow drop to the left.

Fuck, I just had to keep taking it until the arrow was fully on the right.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Each hit was like a ball of fire on my arse cheeks, but I gritted my teeth and took it. I was almost there. The arrow was so close to being fully on the right... when he stopped.

By this point I felt a trickle of sweat run down my back and my arse stung badly. When I felt the tip of the ruler move to the insides of my thighs and then slowly up, I began to panic.

"Now, ready for your final punishment?" He asked.

The base of the ruler rubbed against my smooth, and surprisingly wet, pussy. He rubbed it around, spreading my juices. I knew how painful this was going to be and gripped my eyes shut.

"Yes... sir." I grunted.

The head teacher did a few small taps that were met with the wet sound of my pussy. Then, he pulled it back. I heard it fly through the air until.... STRIKE!

"Fuuuuuucckk!" I yelped as the ruler struck my bare pussy, and a flash of pain coursed through my body.

The arrow dropped to the right.

"Not good enough!" The head teacher roared.

STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!! Each one against my bare, poor pussy.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!!!" I grunted as I grit my teeth together.

And finally... the arrow went fully to the right and in the green. The bar itself started to flash with a golden light, but all I could focus on was the pain at my pussy. I didn't even notice when head teacher Johnson dropped his trousers to his ankles until I felt his hands on my hips. Then, I felt the head of a cock against my pussy.

"Your punishment is done," He grunted. "But you need to earn your spot in this school. So, what do you want, slut?"

I was still panting and focusing on the sting in my pussy, but I knew what I had to do. The bar kept flashing gold.

"Please fuck me, sir." I panted.

The bar flashed gold once more, and then the gold light locked in around it before it exploded. Just then, the head teacher shoved his cock into my bare pussy.

"Urrrghh!" He grunted.

I could feel his fat belly against my arse as he held himself balls deep. Worst of all, he had a tiny cock. I could barely feel it, and after not cumming on the last level, I was desperate to feel a real cock fuck me.

My hands gripped onto his desk as he thrusted his little, disgusting cock in and out of me while panting heavily. I felt disgusted having this fat, ugly man fuck me. Even if he wasn't a real person, it felt real.

"Yeees!" He grunted, and I felt his thick cum unload inside of me. I barely felt a thing. It was so disappointing.

Quest completed!! That was hard to watch though. He really is ugly, isn't he? But hey, you did it!

30 Points!

30 points? So that's how I get them on this level. Okay, no more fucking up the quests.

Head Teacher Johnson pulled his cock out, and I felt his warm cum trickle down my leg. I instantly went into my inventory, pulled out some wet wipes and cleaned myself as he pulled his trousers back up.

"Okay, you can go now." He said to me.

Chapter 2

The Boyfriend

Freya's Points: 36

Points Needed For Level 11: 600

As I went to speak, I was suddenly transported. In a blink of an eye I was now outside. In front of me was a large detached house with a beautiful front lawn, then a golden line appeared on the ground and stretched to the front door of the house. This was my current Situation, so, I followed the golden line and knocked on the door.

It was less than a minute when it unlocked and opened.

"Freya, so lovely to see you again." A brunette haired woman in her 40s said with a giant smile. I had no idea who she was, other than that she was an NFC. She was wearing a frilly summer dress and clearly no bra as her nipples were visible through the thin material.

"Erm, hi?" I replied. I knew there was some sort of story line that I was supposed to go along with, but I just didn't know what it was.

"Come in. I'll tell your boyfriend that you're here." The woman replied and walked away, leaving the door open.

Boyfriend? Is it going to be another Fucker? Please don't be Jessie.

I stepped inside and closed the door. A warm breeze roamed through the very stylish house. As I looked around though, it became abundantly clear that this wasn't based on a real home. There were no pictures of families, and there were no bits of furniture or decoration other than that everything matched. It was like a show home.

"Freya?" A voice called out, and I almost passed out.

My body went stiff and the air from my lungs disappeared. I recognised it immediately.

No. Oh god no.

As the footsteps came down from the stairs I waited, but I already knew who it was.

"How's my lovely girlfriend?" He asked.

I stared at him. Brown hair. Smooth face. He looked exactly how he did the last time I saw him. And over his head floated his name... Doug. It looked just like him, like a perfect copy.

"Doug?" I stuttered although I struggled to get my breath.

"Hey, babe." He said with a smile and wrapped his arms around me.

It even smelt like him. I couldn't stop myself from hugging him back. I never thought I'd get this opportunity again.

"D-doug," I stuttered as a tear ran down my cheek, and I gripped onto his back, pulling him tighter to me. "Oh Doug, I'm so sorry!"

Although I held him tightly, he managed to pull me away and smiled. That smile. It was one of the things I first fell in love with.

"Hey, what are you sorry for?" He asked.

Although it was the exact copy of Doug, his eyes gave it away. There wasn't the hurt, the pain or emotion of what we went through. The last time I saw him, he was about to tell me he loved me before being cut off and killed for not getting enough points.

"Oh my god," I sobbed and hugged him again. I didn't care that it wasn't the real Doug. It was the closest I was ever going to get. "I've done so much, such horrible things. Tell me you love me, please!"

"Freya, of course I love you." Doug whispered as he hugged me back.

I continued to uncontrollably cry in the arms of my dead boyfriend. Everything hit me. Never getting to say goodbye. Never getting to tell him that I loved him again. Everything that had happened since I last saw Doug.

"Come on, the party will be starting soon." Doug said and pulled me away from the hug.

I looked at him and smiled. I didn't realise how much I just missed his face. So, I nodded. I followed NFC Doug through the wonderful house as tears kept filling my eyes. We walked into the living room where I saw red cups and banners spread across, ready for a party.

"Dad! Can you give me a hand!" Doug shouted, but I barely paid attention. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

When I heard footsteps come into the room it did grab my attention, and I turned to something I was not expecting.

"Liam?" I blurted out.

It was Samantha's fiancés brother, the one she was cheating with the morning of her wedding. It was very obvious now who was a Fucker and who was an NFC because of the way he looked. Liam looked exhausted. His clothes didn't fit the storyline, and his eyes showed confusion and fear, unlike the NFC's who looked like they were made for this place. I imagined that to Liam, I looked the same.

"Freya?!" Liam gasped.

The last time I saw him was at the party at the end of the 8th level to celebrate me saving their lives. Back when I was a man for a little while.

New quest!! Fuck your boyfriend's dad without your boyfriend finding out!

"Oh, fuck off!!" I shouted at the new quest.

"Freya!" Doug shouted at me.

This fucking Festival!! It brought Doug back to me, only for me to cheat on him!! This sick, twisted, fucking Festival!!

Liam must have gotten the same update because he was looking at me in a knowing way.

Don't you hate it when you get an amazing, attractive, kind and loyal boyfriend. Then, you meet his dad and realised he is ten times hotter!! In your case you're not going to be too much of a pussy to do what you want. To complete this task, you must:

Be warned. Failure to complete this quest will lead to something very, very bad for both you and Fucker Liam.

I would have assumed that the look on my face was similar to the look on Liam's. Shock and disgust. When I turned back to NFC Doug though, he was setting up more banners, as if nothing had happened.

Then I felt a hand on my wrist and realised that Liam had walked up to me.

"Freya, did you get the quest?" He whispered.

"Woah, dad!" Doug suddenly called out. "Don't get too close. She's my girlfriend."

Fuck this place, and fuck you, Michael!

I nodded at Liam to let him know that I got the quest as well and then went back to Doug. Think Freya, think. You can work this out.

"Erm, babe," I said while trying to force an innocent voice. "I'm going to put up some balloons in the kitchen. Do you mind if you dad helps me?"

Doug blinked as he looked at me, and I waited for his response.

"Sure, go ahead." He replied.

Charisma level up!

Urgh.

I turned back to Liam and nodded in the direction of the kitchen where he quickly followed me. Once we were alone, I turned and kept one eye on the door in case Doug turned up.

"I'm guessing we got the same tasks in our quest?" I whispered to him.

"Blowjob, fingering and fucking?" Liam replied.

"And you have to cum inside me. That was a term of the tasks on mine." I said.

"Oh, I didn't get that, but sure why not." He said, then he paused, but there was obviously something he was preparing himself to say. "Have you seen Samantha since level 8?"

Oh, I wasn't expecting that.

"Oh, yeah I saw her," I replied. "She's... doing okay, I think."

Liam let out a heavy breath of relief. I wondered if there was something more with them two than just cheating on the morning of the wedding.

"Thank god," He said to me. "I hadn't seen her since she ran off on level 1. When I saw her still in the wedding dress, she looked a mess."

"Yeah, she wasn't very good when I first met her." I told him.

"I'm guessing she told you what happened between me and her?" Liam asked.

I heard a footstep and went silent while staring at the doorway, but after a few seconds of silence, I looked back at Liam.

"She said you were having sex the morning she was supposed to marry your brother, then this all started." I told him.

"That's all she told you?" Liam replied.

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant when Doug appeared.

"Hey, do you two need a hand?" He asked.

Just seeing his face made my heart want to stop. It was like looking at a ghost. He was the man I had planned on spending my life with before all of this.

"N-no, we're okay." Liam awkwardly replied, as if reading lines badly.

NFC Doug smiled and walked away, leaving us alone again.

"Fuck, okay, how do we do this?" I asked.

"I don't know," Liam replied. "I could finger you now?"

Romantic.

I looked back at the door, then at Liam.

"Okay, but be quick," I told him. "And get behind me. I'll keep an eye on the door."

Liam walked behind me, and I stepped my legs apart as his hands went up the back of my thighs. His hand went under my skirt, and his fingertips traced my pussy lips.

"Oooh." I moaned. I had really missed having a real human touching me there, so much so that just his fingers grazing my pussy made me squirm.

"Wow, you're already wet." Liam said behind me.

"Hurry up." I told him in a whispered tone.

My body bent over slightly as his two fingers ran around my smooth, moist pussy lips. My eyes were locked on the door, making sure that Doug didn't return.

"Mmmmmff." I moaned and had to bite my bottom lip when his two fingers pushed inside of me. Fuck, it felt so good to have my pussy touched again by a real person.

Thanks to me being so wet, Liam easily went knuckle deep inside of me. And to be fair to him, he found my g-spot easily and tapped against it.

"Mmm fuck." I panted.

"Shh." Liam whispered behind me, "we don't want him to catch us."

In that moment a guilt I had never experienced before hit me. I knew it wasn't the real Doug, but it felt like I was cheating on him. Doug was in the other room, and here I was being fingered by a man I didn't know. It really showed me how much I had changed since losing Doug.

"Oh fuck." I moaned when Liam pressed against my g-spot again.

"How long do you think I need to finger you?" Liam whispered in my ear.

His body was close against mine as his two fingers pushed in and out of me, which only made me wetter and more turned on.

"I don't... mmmmff... I don't know." I moaned.

I hated it. The guilt. The pleasure. It was fucking horrible. What was worse was that I knew I would be cumming soon if this went on much longer. My pussy was so desperate for attention that even in this state I could cum.

"Harder." I moaned as quietly as I possibly could.

Liam responded by using his left hand to grab my hip while he started to fuck my pussy with the two fingers on his right hand. I had to grab onto his hand for support as I took it.

"Oh god.... Oh fuck..." I moaned as my orgasm grew and grew.

I had to put my hand over my mouth to control the moans. With Doug only in the other room, I was afraid that when I came, he'd hear me. Liam kept fingering me though, then I felt it. His hard cock through his jeans pressed up against my arse. As wrong as it was, all I wanted in that moment was for Liam to take his cock out and fuck me with it.

"Finger my arse." I whispered into my hand.

"What?" Liam asked me.

"I can't... I can't cum without something in my arse... please?" I moaned.

Liam took his free hand and buried his middle finger inside my arsehole while he kept fingering my pussy. I was so wet that it was dripping down his hand while both of my holes gripped onto his fingers until finally... my much needed orgasm hit me.

"Mmmmmm ooooohhhh!!" I moaned uncontrollably as the orgasm I needed for so long hit me like a ton of bricks.

My legs turned to jelly, and Liam had to hold me up as my pussy clamped around his fingers. He kept pumping them in and out. I think he was really into it as I just kept cumming and cumming.

"Fuuuucckk." I moaned, then Liam put his hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet." He whispered into my ear.

It was too hard having his body against me, his cock pressed against my arse and his fingers inside while his hand held over my mouth. I started to hump back against his fingers. It had been too long. I needed more.

"Mmmm!" I moaned into his palm as my orgasm showed no signs of dying down.

"Freya?" Doug's voice called from the other room, and my eyes shot open, but my orgasm wasn't done yet.

"Shit." Liam grunted and jumped away from me, I caught him wiping his soaked fingers on his trousers as I just stood there, panting and feeling weak.

Doug walked in and gave us a funny look.

"What are you two up to?" He asked.

That bar appeared in my vision with the red on the left and the green on the right. The arrow started two thirds into the green this time.

"Erm, nothing," I said. "We were just chatting."

Doug looked at me funny then at Liam.

"Yeah, I'm just helping her out." Liam said a lot smoother than I did.

The arrow jumped to the far right and then burst.

"Okay, cool," Doug replied before walking over to kiss me on the cheek. "We're nearly ready for the party."

Quest update!! You have completed one of your tasks for your quest: Get fingered by your boyfriend's dad without your boyfriend finding out!

Points earnt!

Fingered - 4 points

New person to finger you - 1 point.

Fuck, this is horrible.

As I looked at Doug, I felt so ashamed. It didn't matter that it wasn't the real Doug. It looked identical to him. And I had just hidden getting fingered while he was in the other room.

"Well, that was close." Liam said, but I just sighed. This level was already pissing me off.

"Right, what now?" I asked. "You supposedly have a wife in this situation? What have you had to do so far?"

Liam rubbed his chin as he thought.

"I started in an office where I had to fuck my secretary," He told me. "Then I appeared back here as you arrived."

Okay, so it was like we were all in our own Situations that crossed over every now and again. Maybe there wasn't just one long storyline, but a few different ones that involved sex. I suppose if they were like the classic porn film, then the story was secondary to the sex.

"So, I need to suck you..." but I stopped speaking when the popping sound went off in my ear. I didn't move. I was still in the exact spot, but it was now night and there was music coming from the other room.

"I guess the party started." Liam said.

"Freya! Come on, everyone's wondering where you are!" Doug's voice called out as he appeared in the doorway.

Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away into the living room where there were dozens of NFC's. They all looked around my age, and they were partying. I say partying, it was like something written for a film. They were dancing and playing beer pong. Even their conversations felt muted, like I was in a film.

Which is when I spotted her. A face I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Daisy?" I called out.

The girl turned her head and spotted me. It took her a few seconds, but then she saw my name over my head.

"Freya!" She shouted and ran across the room to hug me.

"What... what..." Is all I kept saying as I hugged her. I felt my shoulder start to get wet and realised she was crying.

Daisy was another orphan, the same age as me. In fact, we shared a birthday, and when we were in a Foster home together for a year, we joked about being twins. She was always a nice girl, and although we were the exact same age, she always acted like a younger sister that followed me around. Daisy's parents both also died in a car crash, just like mine. Maybe it was one of the reasons we were drawn together in our old lives.

She had red hair and a pale, freckled face. She was a thin little thing, a bit shorter and skinnier than me. One look at her and I knew she had chosen a hard class. She wore a black collar with a metal ring at the centre of her throat. She then had a latex, black bra and a latex black thong on. She was wearing black stilettoes, and she had a couple of rings on her fingers. Daisy also had a tattoo on her right arm of a woman on her hands and knees with a leash attached to her neck. I assumed she got this in the Festival.

"I can't believe it's you," Daisy sobbed. "I've seen you on the highlights, but I never thought I'd see you!"

I was a little in shock from seeing someone from the outside world. Not to sound harsh, but I had plucked Daisy from my memory. It was one of my coping mechanisms from moving foster homes.

"How... how've you been?" I asked and pulled away from the hug. The pale ginger girl wiped her eyes.

"Horrible," She said and rubbed her nose. "You look exactly how I remember you."

I looked her up and down, half naked and on show.

"You're erm, dressed differently." I replied.

"Oh, I was told to pick this class," Daisy replied. "Slut Slave."

"Told by whom?" I asked. "Your guide?"

Daisy looked awkward and shook her head.

"The two men that I'm with," She said quietly as if ashamed. "They've been looking after me, as long as I do what they want."

A chill went down my spine by the tone she said that, like she was afraid of them. I knew that Davina wouldn't allow them to do anything without her consent, but Daisy was always a scared girl and a people pleaser. It would've been easy for someone to take advantage of her.

I'd say it was a coincidence that we were both in the same Situation, but knowing this game, I already figured that wasn't the case. They had put Liam in here with me knowing that I had been with Samantha, and now they'd brought someone from my old life into here. All twisted ways to add drama for the sick Observers.

As Daisy stood there looking sheepish, I couldn't help but notice how large her breasts were. They were unnaturally large for her skinny, small frame. She must have done a lot to get a Kink Level fairly high.

"Are they mistreating you?" I whispered to her.

Daisy's blue eyes almost popped out of her head as she looked around. They must have been in there as well.

"No, it's fine." She whispered, but I didn't believe her.

"Freya! Come play beer pong!" Doug shouted from the side.

Quest update!! So, you want to fuck your boyfriend's dad while at your boyfriend's party! Luckily for you, this creates an opportunity. If you get your boyfriend drunk enough, then you could sneak off to his dad's bedroom without him having the faintest idea.

Urgh, fuck you.

"Erm, Freya?" Daisy asked and I looked at her. "Do you know him, that NFC called Doug?"

I looked over at Doug. Yes. Yes, I knew him well.

"Sort of," I answered, deciding not to get into all the dramatic details with Daisy. "He was another Foster kid I knew."

"Oh, Davina said that he was your boyfriend?" Daisy asked, and I told her it was just in this Situation. "Okay, my quest is to have sex with him."

Fuck you, Davina!!! She knew exactly what she was doing! Making me see my dead boyfriend again and now knowing that he was going to have sex with my old friend! Michael wanted drama, and I was this close to kicking off and screaming. But I stopped myself. He wasn't going to break me that easily.

"Okay, I need to get him drunk, then you can do your thing." I replied.

Daisy nodded.

"How are you going to get him drunk?" She asked.

I smiled at her, hiding the fact that her seducing and having sex with Doug was killing me inside.

"Watch." I replied.

After joining in the game of beer pong, a game I had never played before, I found it very easy to purposefully lose. While Daisy stood to the side, I watched as Doug had to down drink after drink. I had a few but managed to stay pretty much sober.

Halfway through the game, I spotted two other Fuckers. They were dressed in normal clothes as they walked towards us until I realised that they were walking to Daisy.

"Oi, bitch," One of them with long black hair called out to her. "Time to get to work."

"Oh, erm, yes, sir." Daisy nervously replied.

"It wasn't a question, bitch." The other man with blonde hair said. He then grabbed Daisy and pulled her away.

Every part of me wanted to stop them. It was clear she was too afraid to stand up for herself. However, for all I knew, it was part of their quest, so I did nothing. But still, they were clearly bad news, and I worried about her.

After around an hour of playing, Doug was a mess. He almost fell over, and I caught him.

"Hey, why don't you go for a lie down?" I said to him, and he grunted in response.

Holding him in my arms like that again, it felt like home, and my throat choked up as I walked him through the house. Although it wasn't real, I wasn't actually about to have sex with Doug's dad. I still felt like I was betraying him.

Once I found an empty dark bedroom, I laid Doug down, but as I was about to leave, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. Those lips, it was exactly the same. Doug was my first kiss. He was my first everything really, and I couldn't help myself from taking a moment to enjoy him again.

My lips pressed against his as I held him in my arms.

"Mmm, I love you, Freya." He whispered.

I looked into his eyes.

"I love you too," I whispered. "And I will always will." Then I leaned in close to his ear. "I'll make them pay for what they did to you."

As I walked out of the bedroom, I felt nothing but rage. Then I saw Daisy waiting outside. She had a sad look in her eye, and when I spotted strap marks on her wrists, I felt myself get angry.

"What do they do to you?" I asked.

"They... they keep me safe." She whispered.

Fucking hell, it was like they've broken her.

I wanted to stay and find out if I could help her somehow, but I was pressed for time. In this fake world, who knew how long Doug would stay drunk and asleep for. I had to help though. Seeing the strap marks on her wrists, there was one thing that sprung to mind. I blinked and from my inventory appeared the lockpick and the Class Pick Pill I had received in award boxes.

"Take these," I told her. "The lockpick will automatically get you out of restraints. And the pill if you want to change your class. Don't feel you like you have to stay with them if they're treating you badly."

Her eyes shot wide open and stared at me.

"Why... what... I can't." She stuttered back. She seemed so afraid.

"Just put it in your inventory in case you ever need it." I told her. Although she still seemed scared to take it, when I pushed it into her hand, she blinked, and it disappeared.

"Is he... ready?" Daisy eventually asked me and looked towards the bedroom door.

Fuck, this is harder than I expected.

I put my back up straight and made it seem like I didn't care.

"Yeah, he's in there. You can go in." I said, giving someone I used to class as a sister permission to have sex with the love of my life.

Daisy nodded and stepped into the bedroom, leaving me alone. I took a deep breath.

Goodbye, Doug.

Right, I had a job to do. I pushed my thoughts of Doug to the side. I had finally gotten a goodbye. With that done, I moved towards another bedroom in hopes of finding Liam.

I actually felt lighter after that with Doug. This damn Festival was hoping it would break me, that it would cause me to cry and lose myself. All they had done was give me a goodbye. And now I was finally going to get a real cock inside of me.

As I opened one door, I saw a bedside lamp on. There he was. Samantha's fiancé's brother. He was lying on the bed with his legs crossed.

"Hey." I said as I walked in and closed the door.

"Hey, where's Doug?" Liam asked me.

"He's drunk in the other room," I told him. "So, we're safe."

Liam sat up, and as I walked towards him, he pulled his trousers down and his big, thick cock bounced free. He was already hard, but to be fair, he got hard while fingering me earlier. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited about having sex.

My knees landed on the bed, and I crawled towards him. Neither of us said a word as my fingertips traced up his thighs and then wrapped around his hard, hot cock. He did let out a heavy breath as I slowly stroked him.

I stared at the cock in my hands. I had to admit, it was a good looking cock. I felt guilty about doing this with him, considering what happened between him and Samantha, but it wasn't like I had a choice. And, as much as I knew I had to do this, I couldn't help but try to enjoy myself.

I leaned forward, extended my tongue and pressed it again his heavy, hairy balls.

"Oooh god." Liam moaned as my tongue gently massaged his balls with the base of my tongue.

I would gather spit and spread it around him, soaking his hair while he flinched and throbbed in my hand.

"Mmm." I moaned as I began to suck his balls into my mouth. I had really grown to love servicing a big cock and balls. And in a place like this where life was hell, I had to enjoy every moment I could.

My right hand continued to stroke his cock up and down while I sucked, licked and kissed his hairy balls. Liam was moaning louder and louder by now, and I couldn't wait any longer.

I moved up, tracing my tongue against his shaft while I licked all the way to the tip in one smooth motion, and I took him into my mouth.

"Oooh." He moaned as my lips wrapped around him, and I took him straight down my throat.

His cock throbbed inside of me as my lips reached the base and his wet balls pressed against my chin.

"Mmmm." I moaned while getting a mouthful of precum.

"Jesus Christ." Liam gasped in both shock and pleasure.

I held him entirely down my throat, moving slightly up and down as if using my throat to jerk his cock while my tongue traced around his shaft. Spit trickled past my lips and onto his already wet balls. As this went on, I felt my pussy getting wet again, eager to be fucked.

Liam's hands were grabbing the bedsheets as my head moved up and down. My throat grumbled as I jerked up and down on him.

When I did pull back up, his cock was now glistening, and a trail of spit went from my chin to his dick. He was panting for breath as I smiled. Blowjobs had become so easy for me now.

My right hand stroked his wet cock as I looked up at him.

"I had to cum for the fingering to count," I whispered. "So I'm guessing I'm gonna have to make you cum."

"Okay... okay..." He panted.

My lips wrapped back around his shaft, and I aggressively bobbed up and down while using my hands to jerk the rest of his cock. Like this I had a tight squeeze around his entire fuck stick as I moved up and down.

When his legs started to tense around me, I knew he was close.

"Freya," Liam panted, "I'm gonna cum soon."

"Mmmm." I moaned as I kept sucking the life out of him.

Liam's body jerked up, his stomach tensed and he sat up as his cock expanded down my throat.

"Urrrgghhhh." He groaned as I felt the sweet, delicious cum pour into my mouth and down my throat. I greedily gulped it all down, the taste too good to waste.

He pulsated, throbbed and groaned as I drained every last drop of seed from his balls. I loved every moment of it as well. When his cock started to go soft, I was disappointed that it was over. When I pulled back up, my mouth was wet with his cum and my spit.

"How long do you need to get hard again?" I asked.

He was still catching his breath as he looked down at me.

"Just give me a few minutes." He panted.

I was dripping wet, and honestly, I'd have loved nothing more than to have him go down on me. However, something stopped me. I wasn't sure if it was because of Samantha or because of Doug, but I decided to just wait until Liam was ready to go again.

"Do you have any idea what your storyline is?" I asked him.

"Not yet," He replied. "I'm guessing something to do with being a family man that cheats a lot. Kind of on the nose, given my history."

"Yeah, these story lines feel personal." I replied and took a moment to think about what I was about to say. "So, what's the story with you and Samantha? I'm guessing I don't know everything."

Liam's face dropped, and he shifted awkwardly.

"I think if she didn't want to tell you, then that's what she wants," Liam replied. "I think I've hurt her enough."

That surprised me, but I had to respect him for not revealing details that Samantha didn't want revealed.

From the conversation, it was clear Liam wasn't getting hard, and I wanted to distract myself as well. So, I climbed on top of him, putting my knees on either side, and I gently held his face as I pressed my lips against his.

Liam was stiff at first but after a few seconds he started to kiss me back. While straddling him like this, underneath my skirt, my bare pussy rubbed against his semi-hard cock. My lips parted, and as I pushed my tongue forward, Liam did the same.

"Mmm." I moaned, loving making out.

Our lips would break and connect as our tongues performed a slow dance. Liam had one hand on my back and the other on my bare thigh underneath my skirt. His fingers would squeeze my thigh as my thumb began to caress his face. When I felt his cock start to grow against my bare pussy, I knew it was working.

Before long Liam was completely hard. His cock was pressed between him and me, and I automatically began to grind myself on him. His cock was nuzzled between my pussy lips, and I pressed my clit up and down his shaft.

"Ooh." I moaned as I humped his cock. I felt my juices start to spread along his shaft as I stroked it up and down with my pussy.

The slow, passionate making out and using his cock to rub my clit was turning me on more and more. Eventually it felt like his pole was drenched in my juices. I didn't break the kiss, even as I lifted myself up and then reached down to take his wet cock in my hands.

Our tongues intertwined as I rubbed his head against my soaked, tight hole and slowly lowered myself down.

"Ooooh." I moaned into his mouth as I sat down, taking inch after inch of his thick cock inside of me.

I hadn't taken any of my clothes off, and in that moment all I cared about was having a real cock in my pussy for the first time in what felt like forever. While making out and straddling him, I slowly lifted myself up and felt his thick cock slide out of me. When just the head was left I sat back down until my arse pressed against his thighs.

"Jesus, Freya." Liam moaned as I continued to rise and fall slowly.

The feeling of riding his cock slowly was wonderful. I kept the slow pace as his hand reached around and cupped my arse cheek.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Rub my clit." I panted, almost begged with a whisper.

Liam complied, and the hand holding my arse moved to my front. I kept my slow pace of lifting myself up and down on his cock while his two fingers found my swollen clit.

"Yeeeees." I hissed into his mouth. It felt so good to have a real man touching me there again.

Over and over I took his cock all the way out and then all the way in. I got wetter, dripping down onto his balls while he massaged my throbbing clit. Our lips never broke, and our tongues continued to join together, even when my moans grew louder.

Eventually I sat myself fully down, taking his entire length, but instead of riding him, I gyrated my hips. I was grinding on top of him with his big, girthy cock inside of me. His hand was now between my clit and his body, which I used to grind on top of.

"Oh god... oh god... mmffff..." I moaned quietly as my orgasm grew and grew.

In that moment I almost didn't see Liam as a person. He was a tool for me to cum on. And it wouldn't take long. I was glad he remembered what I told him because, as my moans grew louder... Liam shoved a finger in my arse, and finally I could unleash upon him.

"Fuck... fuck.... Oooh fuuckk..." I moaned as my pussy clamped around his cock. "I'm cumming.... Oh fuck, I'm cumming.... Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh!!"

I was trying to be quiet as I let out my orgasmic moans into his mouth. Liam kept his lips against mine as I used his cock for my own pleasure.

My body was spasming against his, jerking and twitching as I came over and over again around his wonderful cock.

When my orgasm died down, I was still catching my breath. Now, I needed Liam to cum. I smiled at him as I lifted myself up from his cock and sat back down. Then again, then again, and again. I rode him faster. Stroking his cock with my tight pussy as I urged for him to cum.

"Cum inside me, Liam," I moaned into his ear. "Oh god, please cum inside me."

"Jesus... oh Jesus," Liam moaned and then. "Oooooh fuuuuucckk."

His cock erupted deep inside my tight, young pussy, and I rode him throughout. I felt his seed filling me up as I bounced on his cock, stroking every last drop out of him.

Liam was now twitching underneath me as he came and came. I missed the feeling of cum in my pussy.

Quest complete! You fucked your boyfriend's dad and let him fill your little cunt with cum! What a total slut!

Points earnt!

Quest completed - 50 points.

Fucked - 4 points.

Blowjob - 4 points.

X2 points - new person for each.

"I guess we did it." I said while his cock remained inside of me, but I could feel him going soft.

Liam was smiling like the cheshire cat underneath me and catching his breath.

"Yeah, what not?" He asked, but before he even finished speaking, Davina appeared again.

New quest!! You currently have your boyfriend's dads cum sinking deep inside your young cunt! You know what would be a sick and horrible thing to do now? Let your boyfriend eat his own dads cum out of your pussy without him even knowing it!

Task - Let Doug eat your cum filled cunt.

"Fuck off! No!" I shouted immediately when I heard that.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked. Apparently, he didn't get the quest that I got.

I didn't think about that though. I was seething at what they wanted me to do, so much that I jumped off Liam and stood up before looking into the air.

"Fuck off! I'm not doing it! No chance!" I shouted.

"Freya, what are you talking about?" Liam asked me.

Are you sure you want to say no? There will be a punishment.

"I don't care!" I shouted, and I meant it. I actually got a proper goodbye with Doug, something I never thought I would have. I wasn't going to ruin it now and have my final moments with Doug be having him eat another man's cum out of me, even if it wasn't the real Doug. That memory would be burnt into my mind. "I'm not fucking doing it!"

Quest failed!!

I went to shout again, but a loud knock came on the bedroom door. Liam jumped up. He still had no idea what was actually going on.

Suicide quest for Fucker Freya and Fucker Liam.

"Suicide quest?" Liam gasped.

Oh fuck.

The knocking appeared on the door again. When suddenly, everything froze. All I could move were my eyes, the same was happening to Liam.

Okay then, you little fuckers! Freya here has decided she's too high and mighty to let her boyfriend eat her dad's cum from her cunt! And Fucker Liam, well, you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time I'm afraid.

Here's what's gonna happen. One of you must answer that door. Depending who answers it will change who is on the other side.

If Fucker Freya opened the door, then poor old Doug will be there.

If Fucker Liam opens the door, then his boring wife will be there.

The one who opens the door will face their partners wrath. And by that, I mean you'll be popped motherfucker! That's right, Freya, you got yourself into this mess thinking you could do whatever the fuck you want! I let you slide with the transgender pill and drawing the section boss. But now, I am fully within the rules to make this happen. And now, one of you is going to die, and it's all your fault.

You both have 5 minutes to decide. Good luck guys! Love ya.

In the blink of an eye my movement came back, and so did Liam's. My heart pounded in my chest.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. Once again, my arrogance had gotten me into a mess. It was just that this mess was the end of my story. I rapidly tried to scan my brain and inventory for a way out of this. The Survivor Reward box I got from when Connor tried to attack me, the Jumper Potion. That could work.

I blinked to click the "drink" button.

Nope, sorry darling, not this time. You broke the rules, and if I'm anything, it's a stickler for the rules. Grow some balls and take your punishment like a man.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them, I froze. Liam was facing me with one hand on the door handle.

"Tell Samantha that I never stopped loving her." He said.

"No!" I screamed, but it was too late. He opened the door and his body just disappeared.

I fell to my knees, and it felt like something was crushing my chest. He had just died, and it was because of me. I effectively just killed someone. I wasn't crying, I just felt weak, like my soul had just been pulled from my body.

"You filthy slut! Get out of my house!!" A female voice screamed. It was the NFC playing Liam's wife.

I went to look up, but the popping sound went off in my head, and I was transported. When I came too, I was on my feet and felt disorientated. I was outside. Outside Doug's house.

I couldn't breathe. It was as though a heavy weight was pushing down on my chest. My vision turned blurry, and my legs gave out from underneath me until I landed on the hard ground. I tried to gasp for air, but it wasn't working. My hands turned cold, and my heart pounded. As much as I tried to focus on breathing, it wouldn't work. It was like I had forgotten how to breathe. I thought I was having a heart attack, right there in the open.

Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.

A high-pitched gasp escaped my mouth as I tried to inhale as hard as I could.

New Quest! Your mum and dad don't know that you've been at a party. They will find out when they get home and see that you're not there! You have 20 minutes to get back to your house.

A 20 minute timer appeared in my vision. My heart pounded again, this time with fear. I knew what failure meant now.

Suddenly I could breathe again, and air filled my lungs. Although my hands stayed cold, I managed to pick myself up, and my vision slowly returned, which is when I saw a golden line along the floor and heading down the street.

I didn't have time to think. I just broke out into a sprint and followed the golden line. Each step my feet slapped against the ground as I ran and ran. I had no idea how far away the house was. For all I knew it was too far and I was being set up to fail, but I just kept running and running.

My lungs started to burn, and I couldn't catch my breath. Sweat trickled down my face, but I kept going. I just kept going.

I ran past houses that looked like they had been copy and pasted, cars that didn't move, and NFC characters that didn't acknowledge my presence.

And then I saw it. The golden line went up to a house, and I kept running as fast as I could. When I reached the house, I had 30 seconds left. My hand pushed the front door open, and the golden line continued up the stairs. Inside of the house there was a table in the hallway right near the front door. I saw a shining, metal letter opener on the table that looked sharp.

I ran again up the stairs, and I was barely on the landing when the front door opened.

"Freya, we're home." A woman's voice called out.

I was literally gasping for breath at the top of the stairs.

"I'm here, I'm here." I said and shoved my middle finger into the air.

Fuck you, Davina. And fuck you, Michael.

There were footsteps downstairs as my "parents" walked around.

Quest complete! You made it home from the party without your parents knowing!

Points earnt!

Quest complete! 20 points.

As I caught my breath Davina appeared again.

New Quest! Mommy's Slave!

"Oh, for fuck's sake." I sighed.

Step one, get in the wardrobe in your parents' bedroom and watch them fuck.

A new golden line appeared on the ground that led into one of the bedrooms. I was too afraid not to go along with it now and just followed the directions. It went straight to a large, wooden wardrobe which I stepped inside of and then closed the door.

Well done. Seems you can follow instructions after all. Shame you didn't figure that out before Liam got popped.

Fuck you!!!

Being alone now and just waiting, it finally started to sink in. A human being was dead because of me.

No, it was because of this fucking Festival! No one would have died if it wasn't for this, for Michael!

I had buried down some of that anger. Ever since Lucy told me that I would never actually meet Michael and get to kill him, I think I was giving up on that hope. Not any longer. That rage came back with a vengeance and surged through my body. I felt hot from the anger.

Too many people have died because of him. He cannot get away with it. He won't get away with it.

Eventually I heard footsteps coming into the bedroom. There was a well placed gap in the wardrobe door that I could just about see through. When two people entered I could just about see them, but it wasn't that clear. I couldn't even tell if they were both NFC's, or if one was a normal Fucker.

As I stood there, I watched as they kissed, undressed, and then the man got on top of the woman and fucked her quite earnestly. The bed rocked and battered against the wall as the woman screamed at the top of her lungs.

Although I couldn't properly see, it looked like the man was well and truly fucking her hard. Her screams of pleasure were pretty hot.

And eventually I listened as the man grunted and obviously came inside of his wife. I didn't make a noise, even as the man stood up and walked out of the room.

What now, I'm going to have to sneak out or something?

"Are you still in there, Freya?" The woman spoke out, and I froze.

The Showgirl

Shit, what do I do?

I stayed still and tried to breathe as quietly as I possibly could.

"I know you're in there. Come out, right now!" She barked.

There were no instructions from Davina that told me not to. That didn't stop my hands from shaking as I pushed the door open and stepped out. When I did, I saw the naked woman lying on the bed. It was confirmed that she was an NFC when I saw the name "Mommy" floating above her head.

She was a thin, attractive Indian woman. She had caramel skin without a single imperfection and cute little tits. I noted the lazy writing of this storyline, considering I was as pale as you could be and my so called "mother" in this story line was Indian.

"Did you enjoy watching your Mommy being fucked?" She asked, and I stayed still. "Such a naughty girl."

I stood there as I watched her light brown legs slowly spread in front of me and reveal a smooth, cum filled pussy.

"Come and clean up the mess we made." She whispered with a smile.

Quest update! Eat your Mommy's cum filled cunt!

Although she wasn't actually my mum, hell, she wasn't even a real human being, this still felt so wrong. But still, I had to go along with it.

"Yes, there's a good slutty daughter of mine." She purred as I began to move towards her.

I watched as Mommy sat up with her back against the head rest and legs spread while I knelt onto the bed. I crawled between her legs, all while staring at the thick, white cum leaking out of her freshly fucked hole.

As I went to lean in, she pressed a finger against my head and stopped me.

"Are you a good slut for mommy?" She asked me.

I knew what I had to say. I had to go along with the storyline.

"Yes, Mommy." I replied and thought back to when I called Lily that. God, I missed Lily so much.

"Good girl. Now, eat mommy's cunt." She said and released my head.

Being called a good girl and told what to do immediately brought my submissive side back out of me. I dove in and ran the base of my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top and got a mouthful of delicious, thick cum.

"Mmmm!" I moaned when I tasted it.

Just one taste, and I couldn't hold back. My lips pressed against her pussy lips as I dove my tongue inside of her. The cum was so addictive that I licked and sucked. I wanted every last drop.

"Good slut, filthy little girl." Mommy moaned.

I found myself moaning at her words as I lapped away at her creamy pussy. There was something wonderful about tasting a man and a woman's cum at the same time. And I greedily ate it all up.

Mommy, the NFC, was stroking my hair as my tongue pushed in and out of her while she purred.

"Okay slut," Mommy said and pulled me away. "Get some sleep. You have a busy day earning your keep tomorrow."

A golden line appeared leading out of the bedroom. I was confused and didn't want to stop licking her, but I did as I was told and headed to a bedroom with a single bed. As I laid down, I realised that I wasn't going to skip to the next day, and I could actually get some sleep.

As I closed my eyes, I felt how exhausted I was and fell to sleep immediately.

Chapter 3

The Club

Freya's Points: 121

Points Needed For Level 11: 600

When I woke up, I wondered what this day would bring. There was no timer on how long was left on the level which frightened me. I had no idea how long I had left to get the points. All I knew was that I had to go along with these storylines.

I missed being able to go to the Caucus Club. The time in there was like an escape from this damn Festival. Now I just had to go at it alone. I wondered how Lily was doing with Henry and Janey. I hoped they were mending their relationship.

Current main quest: Mommy's Slave.

Quest update: Meet Mommy downstairs.

Urgh, here we go.

I got out of bed, fully dressed in my normal school uniform outfit and headed downstairs. As I entered the living room, I saw Mommy NFC sat on the sofa. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and smiling at me wickedly.

I wondered where this whole storyline was going, but I just had to take it one step at a time.

"Okay then, my whore daughter," Mommy said and stood up. "Big Kev is waiting for you at the club, so get your ass down there. And do not embarrass me! Otherwise, you will be in a whole world of trouble."

The popping sound appeared, and I was transported into a hallway. Not like the normal level hallways that were endless. This was an actual hallway, and in front of me was a wooden door. There was a golden X on the door, indicating for me to go in.

As I pushed it open, I saw a large, bald man behind a large wooden desk. He was wearing a suit and typing away at a laptop.

"Freya, about time you got here," He grunted as I walked in. "You have two minutes until your show starts."

My head turned and one wall was almost an entire window, which is when my heart sank. I was in a strip club!

Wait, my show?

Quest update: Complete your performance on the stage. Or... try and talk your way out of it with Big Kev.

Big Kev floated above the bald man's head. As I looked out of the window, I saw dozens of NFC in the club looking at the stage where I was going to have to perform. The thought of doing some sort of performance in front of all those people, even NFC's, put fear straight to my heart.

The red and green bar appeared in my vision except this time the arrow started way to the left, nearly fully in the red.

"Isn't there something else you would want me to do?" I asked, attempting to put on a seductive tone.

Big Kev smiled at me and then, the arrow jumped all the way down to the left and burst in a fiery explosion.

"Nice try, girly," Big Kev. "I paid your Mommy good money for you, now get out there."

Fuck.

The gold line appeared and led out of the door. When I looked out of the window, I saw that the line went all the way to a golden X on the stage floor. I absolutely, 100%, painfully did not want to do this!! I'd done a lot of stuff in here that made me afraid, but for some reason the idea of doing a performance made me almost paralysed with fear.

As I stood there unable to move, the golden line began to flash on the floor. More panic hit me with what Davina would do if I failed the quest. So, I quickly set off for the stage.

When I opened the door to the main room in the club, I was met with cheers and clapping. I was sure there were more NFC's there now, and as I looked around, I realised something.

I know these people. This sick fucking game!!

It wasn't just random faces that were used for the NFC characters. They were people from my past. Many were teachers that I had previously had, moving around a lot there were many different teachers.

There was one in particular who was my favourite, Mr Ryan. He showed great interest in me and believed that I'd go on to do amazing things. He was in the front row. He had black, spiky hair and was wearing a blue suit, just like he used to when I was in school.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked through the crowd to the stage.

It wasn't just teachers either. There were Foster parents that I used to have. This whole thing, it was designed specifically for me.

"I knew she'd end up on the pole." One woman, Esther Harrison, said. Esther was a Foster mum I had for nearly a year. She was a vile woman that took Foster kids in for the pay.

"So disappointing." I then heard, and my heart almost broke. It was Mr Ryan, and he shook his head when he looked at me. Although I knew they weren't real people, I couldn't help but take it personally.

And as I reached the golden X on the stage, I looked out at the crowd of familiar faces. I felt... humiliated.

Quest update!! Time to put on a show! You're going to start with by performing a strip show for all of these lovely people! Make sure you do a good enough job, Big Kev paid your Mommy £5,000 for your services, and he expects to make his money back! Your performance starts when the music begins!

I felt disgusted. What's worse, Davina said that this was the start.

A bar appeared in my vision with a dollar sign over it. Not a pound sign, a dollar sign. This was really lazy writing.

I was afraid though. I didn't know how to do a strip show! And now my life potentially depended on it. There wasn't enough time to worry though because the music began. I half expected to see Keith as the DJ playing to music, but it wasn't. It was just coming out of the speakers. I recognised the song though. It was "Poison" by Alice Cooper.

As soon as it began, the cheering came with it. I looked out at the crowd, my cheeks burnt red, and I thought I was going to pass out. But I had to push those feelings down. Right now I needed that emotional wall back. I had to use it, let it back.

"Dance, you fucking whore!!" One man shouted. It was Aaron, an old Foster dad of mine. He was nice to me, but now I had to strip for him.

I tried to just forget about the dozens and dozens of eyes on me. I pretended that I was back in the Caucus Club and just swayed my hips a little. Honestly, I felt more stupid than anything. As soon as my hips began to move though, the cheering began.

Just then, someone threw money on the stage and I saw the bar in my vision rise just slightly.

Come on Freya, you've done worse than this.

I had done worse than this, but this felt humiliating.

As my hips swayed I reached for the buttons on my shirt, which was met with more cheers. So many eyes were all staring at me. My cheeks were permanently red, and my hands were shaking so much, it was hard to undo just one button.

When I did manage to get the first button off, some more money was thrown at my feet.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on, I can do this.

I tried not to look into their eyes. That only made this more embarrassing, but sometimes I couldn't help it.

The next button went, then the next, then the next. When I only had one left, I caught another old Foster mum of mine drooling at me. This felt wrong. These people cared for me once, and now I was just a slut to them.

When the last button went, my top opened up. It was still on, but the thin white material was just covering my nipples. More hollering came as my cleavage and the inside of my boobs were visible. I felt so fucking humiliated with all of these people from my past watching me.

My hands grabbed the inside of my shirt and in one quick motion, wanting to get it over and done with, I pulled it off, and my shirt dropped to the floor. My big tits bounced free as more and more cheers came, followed by more money thrown at my feet.

"They've grown!" One of my old teachers shouted.

My face burnt red.

There I was, with my tits out as everyone cheered and threw money at me. I felt like a whore.

"Take the skirt off!!" One woman shouted.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to calm myself down, which is when I held onto the hem of my skirt. I stopped then. I needed them to throw more money onto the stage, which meant I had to put on more of a show. My life depended on it.

And so, I faced away from the crowd while holding onto my skirt. I slowly began to pull it down, revealing more and more of my bum as I bent forward. Soon, my skirt moved past my hips and hit the ground, so while I was bent over, it revealed my arse and pussy to everyone.

"Yeah!! Look at that tight cunt!!" One shouted.

"It wouldn't be tight if I had my way with her!" Another called out.

The bar in my vision kept going up as more and more money landed at my feet, it was almost a quarter of the way there. I had earnt Big Kev £1,250.

Now, all I had on were my thigh high, white cotton socks and my white garter belt, which to be honest, fit the stripper look. Also my Hole Whore Necklace that seemed to burn against my skin. The golden cross was hot to touch.

"Look at that tattoo!" My Ryan called out. "I knew she'd end up a whore for black cock!"

He was talking about the Queen of Spades tattoo on my arse cheek. I had gotten that so long ago that I had almost forgotten about it. As I looked down, I saw the droplets tattoo on the inside of my thigh. I did look like a whore. The third tattoo was my Caucus Club one on the back of my right hand.

As I remained bent over, I felt a breeze come through the room, and when it hit my pussy I realised... Am I wet?

I instinctively reached between my legs, and my fingertips touched my smooth, but very wet pussy.

"Oooh." I accidentally moaned as I rubbed myself in front of all these people.

The bar of money jumped up when I did that, and my eardrums rang with the sound of applause.

First song over!

Wait, what?

The music stopped, but the cheering remained. I turned and looked out at everyone. Had I just lost?

Second song!

The song "Pour some sugar on me" by Def Leppard started next as I stared out at the faces watching me.

"Show us your cunt, slag!" Esther called out, and I felt something then, as shivering straight from my pussy.

It was humiliating; it was traumatic... but fuck, I was horny! I tried to think of any sort of strip show that I had seen in films or on TV. Then, I sat down on the ground and spread my legs far apart, practically doing the splits while giving everyone an upfront view of my drenched pussy.

"Yeaahh! Dirty bitch!" Another called out.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I felt like such a whore, but I was so fucking turned on! My fingers went back to my pussy, and I spread my juices around as they cheered. I wasn't even thinking when I pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside of me and let out a loud moan.

"She's disgusting. How did we ever look after her?" I heard Esther say and felt a new wave of humiliation come over me.

Fuck! I pulled my soaked fingers out and felt ashamed of myself. But the bar of money wasn't full yet, I had to keep going.

I stood back up as everyone watched while I was completely naked. Every movement I made was met with my big tits bouncing in front of them all. The money coming in had slowed down, so I needed to think of something, which is when I blinked, and a bottle appeared in my hands from my inventory.

The lid clicked as I opened it, the front of the bottle read "massage oil". I can't believe I'm doing this.

My body leaned back as I held the bottle over me and tipped it. The thick, shining liquid poured down and landed directly onto my tits before trickling down my body. It worked its way down to my white garter belt, which soon became drenched.

I had litres upon litres of this massage oil in my inventory, so I generously poured the entire bottle onto my chest until I was dripping in it. When the remnants dripped out, I threw the bottle onto the floor. Then, each hand began to rub the slick liquid around my tits, which now glistened in the lighting.

This was followed by more cheers and more money. I looked down at my body, literally shining as I continued to rub the oil all over. My stomach was flat and almost looked like I had abs with this massage oil all over.

"Fuck yeah! Finger yourself, whore!!" One person shouted out.

I wish the embarrassment wasn't turning me on, but it was.

"No! Spank yourself first!" Another called out.

I knew I had to be quick, so I dropped to my hands and knees with my arse and pussy facing the crowd. Another bottle of massage oil appeared from my inventory that I poured over my spread arse cheeks until they too were dripping. I discarded that bottle and with one hand pulling my arse cheeks apart, the other spread the massage oil all over me.

SPANK!! A wet slap echoed around the room as I spanked myself for them all to see.

"Oh fuck." I moaned to myself. Part of me hated how turned on this was making me.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I kept slapping my oil covered arse cheeks while they all cheered and encouraged me.

The oil had dripped between my arse cheeks, across my puckering hole and down to my, already soaked, pussy. I couldn't stop myself. My right hand went between my legs and found my clit.

"Ooooh yes!" I moaned.

"Finger yourself!!" Mr Ryan shouted.

I shut myself off and let my submissive side take over. Two fingers plunged deep into my drenched pussy as I fingered myself forthea crowd.

"Oooh god. Mmmm!" I moaned.

I couldn't believe it. I was on my hands and knees and oiled up while I fingered myself hard. It felt too good, and soon their cheering and abusive words made me finger myself harder and harder.

Cash started to land all around me as I pleasured myself. The oil made it too easy for just two fingers, so I pushed a third inside.

"Mmmmmfff!" I moaned as they cheered.

"More!!" A woman screamed out.

"Fuck... fuck," I moaned as I pushed my fourth finger inside.

My pussy stretched around my oiled up fingers. I didn't have to add more, but I wanted to. My humiliation fuelled my lust as I pushed my thumb past my oiled up, soaking wet pussy lips. The cheers roared in my ears as I kept pushing. My knuckles hit my hole. I grit my eyes shut and...

"Fuuuuuuuuccckkk!" I practically screamed as my fist was swallowed by my pussy and it gripped around my wrist.

It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt fucking amazing! And the fact I was doing this for an audience just made it feel better.

"I bet that hole's fucking ruined!" An older Foster dad shouted.

Oh fuck, what am I doing?

I felt ashamed of myself, but that still didn't stop me. I kept fisting myself while more and more money landed around me. I watched the bar in my vision keep building rapidly.

Song two over!

"Noooo!" I moaned in schock to myselff.

The crowd began to "boo". I remained on my hands and knees with my fist well and truly inside of my pussy as I panted for breath.

Seems the crowd want an encore! This will be your third and final song of the performance! Big Kev is happy with your show so far, and he's agreed that every £100 you make over your target, you will get 10 points!

Oh, and if you want, you can invite people from the crowd onto the stage! Up to you, dirty slut!

A new song began to play. I knew it was called "pony", but I couldn't think of who the artist was. Having a fist inside of your pussy would do that.

The cheering returned when the NFC's realised that the show was continuing. With that, I went back to fisting myself. My pussy was stretched around my wrist as I pumped it in and out.

"Oh fuck! I'm so full! I'm so fucking full!!" I shouted in a moan as they all cheered.

Money flew around me until I could barely see the floor through the notes. My left hand let go of my arse cheek, and my face and tits were pressed against the floor with my arse aimed at the crowd. Then, I reached down and pressed my fingers against my swollen clit.

With everyone watching my glistening body, I fisted myself and rubbed my clit in pure pleasure.

"Oooh fuuuuckk meeee!" I practically screamed.

As I did this, I moaned louder and louder, which brought in more money. My fist was hammering my cunt now as I furiously stroked my clit.

You made £5,000!!!

A loud ding went off in my head. I had done it; I'd completed the task... but I couldn't stop. I kept fisting and rubbing myself as I screamed louder. In a matter of seconds my pussy gripped around my wrist and my body jerked uncontrollably. I was shaking, but I couldn't cum... then I remembered. I stopped rubbing my clit, and while fisting my own pussy, I pushed two fingers into my arsehole.

"FUUUUCK I'M CUMMING!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I was shaking so wildly that I struggled to keep fucking myself with my fist. Even as my pussy pulsated around my wrist, I kept going. I kept screaming.

"Fucking whore!!" Someone shouted, but I didn't even notice who.

"YEEESS!" I screamed back. "I'M A FUCKING WHORE!!!"

My mind was gone. All I could focus on was the uncontrollable pleasure.

Eventually my body gave in, and I collapsed onto the floor. My fist pulled from my pussy and made me wince. Between my legs felt battered as I splayed out for all to see. My chest was heaving against the ground, and honestly I thought I was going to pass out.

Points earnt!

Fisted yourself - 10 points.

Pussy skill level up!

The song was still going, and I was now on £6,000 earnt. I could make more. I could get a lot of points.

"Someone, fuck me!" I shouted without moving from the ground.

The cheering was so loud that the ground was shaking, but I still felt footsteps grow close. I managed to turn my head to see who it was, I should've known it would be him.

Mr Ryan smiled down at me. The teacher that believed in me the most, now he was going to fuck me like a pathetic slut. In one quick motion he flipped me onto my back and spread my legs. My body was still dripping and glistening in oil as he pulled out his big, meaty cock. The cheering rose even louder as he aimed his fuck stick with my stretched pussy and then... he rammed it inside of me.

"Fuuuuuckk!" I moaned. The humiliation, the pleasure, it was too much. "Fuck me, sir! Fuck this fucking slut!!"

Mr Ryan didn't disappoint. He hammered his big cock in and out of me harder and harder. Even though I had just stretched my hole with my fist, I could still feel every inch of his dick.

It was so good, I screamed and begged for more as he groped my big, oily tits. More and more cash was thrown at me, but I had given up on keeping track.

Final song over!

That was it. I was finished.

"I'm not done with you yet," Mr Ryan then growled as he kept fucking me. "What a whore you turned out to be."

The cheering had gone completely silent. In fact, the entire room was silent. The only sound was the noise of Mr Ryan fucking my ruined pussy, which then brought out moans from me.

"Yes! Yes, sir! I'm a slut! Fuck me!" I moaned.

My oiled up, firm legs wrapped around him as he hammered his cock into me over and over. I was unchained and wild, I needed a hard cock.

"Oi! The performance is over!" Big Kev's voice suddenly shouted, but Mr Ryan paid no attention and kept fucking me.

I just kept moaning throughout and taking it. I never wanted this to end.

"Urrrgghh slut!!" Mr Ryan moaned, and I felt his cock unload deep inside of me.

"Yeeees." I moaned back as I felt his warm cum soothing my insides.

Hmm, seems this NFC has broken the rules. This is strange.

My eyes opened just in time to see Mr Ryan smile down and then wink at me. And just like that, he was popped from existence. The cock that was just inside of me was gone, and my poor, battered pussy was empty.

I rolled onto one side, and then looked at how much money I had just earnt. £10,000!! Fucking hell!

That meant.... I had just gained 500 points! That got me to 631. I was happy to be over the points needed, but something felt wrong. That was too easy. I had no idea how far through my quest I was, but that just didn't seem right.

I was brought away from that thought when a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. It was Big Kev, and he didn't look happy.

"How the fuck did you do that?" He growled at me. "How did you get them to give you so much...." Then he froze. Like, froze froze. Like someone had pressed the pause button on him.

His grip around my wrist was so tight though that I couldn't break free.

"Well done girly," Big Kev then continued to speak, this time with a smile on his face. "You made your Mommy proud. However, part of my agreement with your Mommy was that I get to use you as well."

--

"Urgh... urgh... urgh..." I grunted. "Are you... nearly... done?"

I was bent over Big Kev's desk, my tits pressed firmly against it as he rammed his very big, very thick cock into my arsehole over and over. He had been fucking me for hours. First it was my pussy, then after a while he moved to my arsehole.

After the performance I felt too weak to move, so I just stayed bent over and let him have his way with me. Big Kev constantly slapped my arse cheeks, but with my pain threshold level I could barely feel it.

"Fuuuck!" Big Kev groaned as he finally came. "Good job, girl Tell your Mommy that your debt is cleared."

When he pulled out of me, not only did my pussy feel battered, but now my arsehole felt gaped and filled with cum.

Quest complete! Mommy's Slave!

50 points!

I closed my eyes for a second when the popping sound appeared again. When my eyes opened, I was back in my "bedroom" for this level. I was suddenly clean. All of the oil and cum had gone. I hadn't slept though, and I felt exhausted. I just let my eyes close.

The Slave

"Wake up, you little slut!" A woman's voice barked as she slapped me, so I jerked awake. I looked up in shock from being hit and saw the Mommy NFC stood over me, "About time. Just because you're done with Big Kev doesn't mean I'm done with you."

"What?" I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

"You stupid fucking bitch!" Mommy yelled.

I went to sit up, but her hands shoved me back down. Next thing I knew she was straddled on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked in shock.

"You're my worthless slave. Don't you ever forget that!" Mommy yelled.

I watched as the Indian NFC character whipped off her sundress and revealed her caramel, naked body. I stayed still as she climbed up and sat her smooth pussy down against my face.

"Get me off, bitch." She yelled.

I was so confused with how this quickly came about that I just did as I was told. I licked her delicious pussy, and she started to grind it over my face. After a few minutes my entire face felt drenched in her juices. Eventually she came and jumped off me.

"Get showered. Your stepdad will be home soon." She barked and walked out like I was a piece of shit at the end of her shoe.

I'm so confused.

Final main quest!!

Okay, strap in, because here's some exposition!

Your Mommy married a richer man, and on the day you turned 18, she became crazed with jealousy. Her own daughter was hotter, younger and sluttier than she was, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her new husband to want to fuck her daughter! So, Mommy made you into her slave instead.

It was the night of your 18 th birthday when she first took you. She took your virginity that night and with it, your freedom. Ever since you have done every order she has given to you. She's let dozens and dozens of men have their way with your holes. She's sold you to strip clubs and let men pay to fuck you. You are nothing to her but competition.

Now, you've had enough. But it won't be that easy to escape from your Mommy's clutch. Follow your quest and win your freedom.

Jesus Christ!! This is a dark storyline!

Quest update! Meet your Mommy in the living room.

I quickly jumped into the shower, although the oil and cum had magically been taken off me I still felt dirty. After that I got dressed, applied my makeup from my makeup bag, and headed down to find Mommy waiting for me in the living room with her legs crossed. She was smiling at me but with an evil look in her eye.

"Okay then, you bitch," Mommy barked out. "First, what you're going to do is..."

The front door to the house opened, and both of us turned to look in that direction.

"That's your stepdad," Mommy whispered. "Get in the back garden. I'll come find you and tell you what you're doing today."

When the front door shut, I wondered what I should do. Maybe if I just told my "step-dad" the story then that would complete the quest? Then again, maybe that would fail the quest. I may have had enough points to get to level 11, but if I failed a quest and Davina killed me, then that won't matter.

Fuck, I ran out to the back garden. My safest bet was to just go along with it. From the garden I hid behind a bush and looked in through a window. A man appeared wearing a black suit and a black tie. He had short dark hair, and although he was speaking to Mommy, I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Then I looked over his head, he's a real Fucker, not an NFC. I saw the name Paul floating over his head with Kink Level 22. I didn't recognise him, which I was grateful for. It seemed everyone in my Situation, Fucker or NFC, had been purposefully put there just for me. Whether that was NFC Doug, Daisy from when I was in Foster care, or all the NFC's in the club that I knew from outside.

After a while I watched as Paul left the living room, then Mommy appeared behind me.

"Okay then, my whore daughter," She said. "Your stepdad is taking me on holiday next week, and I need some spending money, so go to this street. You're working there today."

She handed me a piece of paper with a street address that I didn't recognise.

"Working?" I asked.

SLAP!

Mommy struck me across the face, and I let out a yelp in shock. It didn't hurt, obviously, but I couldn't believe an NFC just slapped me like that.

"You're a whore. Don't forget that!" She growled and then walked off.

A new, golden line appeared on the floor to guide me to this address. I followed it for nearly an hour until I reached a golden X on the floor.

Quest Update: Earn £1,000 for your Mommy by being a whore.

Urgh, fuck this level!

I blinked and suddenly it was night. There were cars driving up and down the street, and other NFC's walking around. I honestly looked like a prostitute just stood here. I knew that in the real world if police saw me, then I would've gotten arrested, but I assumed that wouldn't happen here.

After a few minutes, a large, black car pulled up in front of me, and the window rolled down. Inside was an old man with grey hair and winkles.

"How much?" He called out.

That bar appeared in my vision with the arrow starting in the middle.

"Erm, £500?" I replied, hoping to get this part of the quest done quickly. I know I wasn't actually being a whore, but it sure felt like it.

"Ha, no chance!" He said, and the bar burst into fire as he drove off.

Fuck.

It was another 20 minutes until another car pulled up. As the window went down, I saw another man's face, but this one was fat and ugly.

"How much?" He grunted, and the bar appeared with the arrow in the middle.

"£100?" I replied.

The arrow dropped a little towards the red.

"That's a lot of money. What do I get for it?" He asked me.

I knew that if my Charisma level was higher, then I could've probably got this done in one or two sessions. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for me.

"Anything you want?" I replied, and the arrow burst all the way to the right until the bar locked with a golden rim.

"Get in, whore." He grunted.

I walked around his jeep and got into the passenger seat, then he began to drive.

"Suck my cock while I drive." He told he.

Fuck's sake, just get this over and done with.

I got onto my knees and leant across. I fumbled about with his belt and zipper, but eventually his cock was free. I licked my lips, lowered my head and wrapped them around his cock.

"There's a good whore." He moaned.

I bobbed up and down, taking his entire cock down my throat every time. I let spit pour around his dick until I was gliding his entire shaft down my throat.

It took ten minutes until I felt him swell up and cum straight down my throat. The man may have been disgusting, but my Ring of Extraordinary taste still made his cum delicious.

"Can I have the money now, please?" I asked when I sat back up.

"You said anything, whore," He replied. "I'm not done with you yet."

I cursed myself when he said that. I needed to be smarter at this. The next thing I knew, he was parking down an alley way.

"Get out of the car. Bend over the bonnet." He demanded.

I sighed but knew I had to do it. I stepped into the cold night air and walked to the front of his car. My hands then landed on the bonnet as he moved behind me. Feeling his fat fingers lift up my skirt made me feel sick. I just had to close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

"Urgh!" I grunted when he shoved his cock into my pussy, which still ached from the performance.

It was hard to explain. I had done a lot of disgusting things, but being bent over a car and fucked for money, out in that moment, I felt most disgusted in myself then. The fat man thrusted into me over and over, his fat belly hitting my arse cheeks as he grunted and panted and sweated.

I did not enjoy it. Not one bit. And when I felt his cum fill up my insides, I was grateful that it was over.

The old, fat man then dropped me off back where he first picked me up.

The next car I managed to get £80 from him for just sucking his cock, and the one after that I rode his dick while he drove for £100. I knew it wasn't real, and I knew I wasn't actually a prostitute, but it felt real. I felt filthy and disgusting.

It took 8 in total for me to reach the target of £1,000. After I was dropped off at that same spot, I waited for an update to the quest, which is when another car pulled up. The blacked out window rolled down, and I gasped. It was Paul, my "step-dad".

"Erm, hi?" He said.

I looked around. It was cold, and in this short skirt I was almost frozen.

"Hi?" I replied.

"In this part of my quest I'm supposed to pick you up." He said.

Oh, okay.

As I walked to the passenger side of his car, I felt the copious amount of cum leaking down my legs. When I sat in, I felt disgusting and could almost sense this man judging me.

"So, erm, I'm Paul." He said awkwardly.

"Freya." I replied.

I still hadn't had an update to my quest, and I was wondering where this was going. In my head I could guess that he was my step-dad, and I was going to have to have sex with him. Part of me wanted Davina to hurry up and say that so I could get it over and done with. I had started this level so desperate to feel a cock in my pussy, but now, I had taken so much that I needed a break. This level was nonstop, and although I got some sleep, I felt drained.

"I know," He replied, of course he does, he's seen me on the top 10 highlights. It was so embarrassing. "So, what's your quest?"

"My main quest is apparently to get away from being that Mommy NFC's sex slave," I told him. "But I don't have an immediate task right now. What about you?"

"I'm being blackmailed," Paul replied as he drove. I assumed he was following one of those golden lines because he seemed to know where he was going, although the line was invisible to me. "Apparently someone filmed me cheating on that Mommy NFC. I've had too... well, men, that's all I'll say."

"Right, gotcha," I replied. I don't know why, but it felt very awkward in that car. "So, where are you driving us to?"

"Back to the house," He said. "My current task was to bring you home."

"Oh, okay," I said. I looked at him dressed in his black suit and black tie like he was going to a funeral. "That outfit, is it from a class choice?"

Paul laughed and shook his head, which confused me.

"When the Festival started, I was on my way to a job interview," He said with a chuckle. "The Festival must have liked the suit because it gave me the exact same but self-cleaning. For the first few hours of the Festival, I was more annoyed that I missed my interview!"

I had to laugh at that. It felt like we had been in this Festival for so long that I forgot that the outside world ever existed.

"Well, when I first got here I kept slapping myself thinking it was a dream!" I said and Paul laughed.

When he stopped laughing, I could see his eyes occasionally glance over at my legs. My skirt was so short that it barely covered anything. If my pussy didn't feel so battered, I probably would have liked the looks.

"So, your highlights have been... interesting." He eventually said, and my cheeks burnt red.

"Oh god, please don't." I replied in embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm not judging," He said and held up a hand. "I just didn't expect a small thing like you to take so much in her arse on the last level."

"Oh my god, stop!" I joked and playfully hit his arm.

At least the ice was broken now, and there wasn't as much awkwardness, even if I knew he had watched me get anally fucked by god knows how many men on the last level. Or that he's watched them piss over me. And he's seen me taking that tentacle monster in every hole. I still shivered at the memory of that.

As he drove I felt a sense of dread come over me. The last Fucker I had to work with on this level was Liam, and he died because of me. I wouldn't let that happen again to this Paul.

"You're not in a relationship party then?" I asked eventually.

"No," He replied, "Not really found anyone I want to stick with."

"Fair enough," I said to him. "Were you single, before all of this?"

As soon as I said it, I felt bad. If he wasn't single and she wasn't here, then that meant...

"Yeah, I was," He said and I sighed in relief. "My ex dumped me not long before this started. I was a bit of a mess to be honest."

I laughed when he said that. I hadn't realised it, but he was pulling up to the house. I knew that the Mommy NFC was going to be waiting to give me my next task, and I still had no idea how I was going to get out of this slavery thing.

Paul got out first, and I followed. I still hadn't received an update to my quest, so I just followed him inside. Paul entered the house and suddenly I barged into the back of him.

"Here he is, the little bitch boy." A voice grunted.

I looked past Paul and saw a very muscular, very scary looking man in the hallway.

"Oh shit." Paul sighed.

"Oh, and his daughter," The man replied. He was an NFC called Big Gay Al.

Side Quest! Help your step-dad get out of his blackmail. Maybe in return he'll help you out with Mommy.

So, this is where our stories join.

"What do you want now?" Paul asked with a heavy breath.

"You know what I want," Big Gay Al replied. "And it'll only be better having your step-daughter watching."

Gross.

Paul turned to me and looked embarrassed.

"I've just had a quest. You have to watch." He said to me. I felt bad for Paul. He seemed like the type of guy that everything just went wrong for.

"Okay." I replied.

Since I didn't have to physically do anything, this would be easy for me. And I had watched a fair bit of gay sex with Trevor and Sam, so this wasn't anything new.

At first Paul walked up to the Big Gay Al and dropped to his knees while Big Gay Al pulled out a very impressive cock.

"Oh wow." I gasped when Paul took the cock into his mouth.

"Mmhh!" Paul grunted.

"Sorry." I replied and had to try to fight a laugh.

Big Gay Al was smiling at me as Paul bobbed up and down on his cock. I tried not to, but I judged Paul's blowjob technique. I wondered if this level was the first time he had to do it, because he could barely get any in his mouth without gagging.

This went on for a few minutes when the NFC grabbed Paul's head and started to fuck his mouth. Paul gagged constantly, spit poured down his chin, and he looked like he was really struggling.

As I watched I felt bad for him. He was struggling, and all I could do was stand there and watch. I diverted my eyes for a few seconds. It was hard to watch.

"Oi! Eyes on me and your bitch stepdad!" Big Gay Al shouted.

I can't explain why exactly, but that really pissed me off. This level was nothing but personal hits over and over again. They killed Liam because I refused to humiliate the NFC Doug. They made me act like a prostitute, and they made me a stripper. I had calmed down with everything going on, but that anger rose back to the surface.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at him.

Big Gay Al smiled at me.

"Oh no, you're gonna watch me fuck this bitch!" He grunted.

Paul wasn't fighting it. It was his quest, and he had to do it. I was sick and fucking tired of being made to do this shit! All control was taken from me, and well, it was time to take some back. I had been nothing but a pawn, until now.

"You're programmed by Michael, aren't you?" I said with venom in my voice.

"What the fuck are you talking about, bitch." Big Gay Al barked back.

I reached to the table in the hallway by the front door and wrapped my fingers around the metallic object. I had no idea what Michael looked like, but in that moment, I saw Big Gay Al as the maker of this whole fucked up Festival.

"I hope you're watching, Michael," I said and smiled at the NFC. "A little teaser for what's to come."

Big Gay Al looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He opened his mouth to shout something horrible, but all that came out was a grunt. I had moved too fast for him to react. The next thing I felt was warm liquid dripping down my hand. As I looked down I saw the crimson liquid pouring out of his chest. It dripped onto Paul's head. When he looked up, he jumped away and gasped.

"What did you do?!" He shouted.

My fingers clutched onto the sharp metal letter opener as I pulled it from Big Gay Al's chest. It looked like he was trying to speak but blood leaked from his mouth, and he collapsed onto the floor.

"They're made to be just like humans," I said as I looked at the blood covered letter opener. "I assumed they would die like humans too."

Big Gay Al's eyes were flickering on the ground.

I couldn't explain the feeling I had in that moment. It was... calm.

Side quest complete! Errrrm okay, I guess you didn't technically break any rules here. Although that wasn't exactly how it was supposed to go. You just cut out a hell of a lot of story.

"My quest just got completed." Paul said. He was still on the ground and was wiping blood off his face.

"The quest was to get you out of your blackmail," I said calmly while looking down at Big Gay Al's dead body. "No more blackmailer, no more blackmail."

I blinked, and the steel letter opener disappeared into my inventory. Now just blood remained on my hands. I suddenly keeled over and threw up all over the floor.

"Oh my god, you killed him." Paul panted.

My hands were shaking as I kept being sick on the ground.

Yes, I killed him. I told myself that he wasn't a real human being, that I wasn't actually killing a person. It sure felt like it though.

When I finished being sick, I wiped my mouth and stood up straight. Paul was standing behind me now. The anger inside had mellowed, and I was in shock of myself. I didn't know where that came from. It was a split second rash decision that could've gone very badly.

"What... what now?" I asked in confusion.

"That was my final quest," Paul told me. "I just got enough points to pass this level."

My hands were still shaking. It really started to hit me, what I had just done. That's when everything went dark and I passed out.

--

When I woke up, I was back in bed. My eyes blinked open, and as I looked around I saw Paul was asleep on an armchair with his feet on the bed.

"What happened?" I groaned and he jerked away.

"Hey, you passed out," He blurted out. "You feeling okay?"

Was I feeling okay? I had just killed someone. Again, they weren't a real person. They were just a program, but it felt real to me. At the thought though, my hands started to shake again.

"I... I'll be okay." I replied. "What have you been doing?"

"Just sat here, really," He said. "My quest is done, so I just have to wait out this level."

I had no idea what that meant for me. I still had my quest of getting away from being the Mommy NFC's.... wait.

"My quest is complete?" I suddenly asked when I saw it in my notifications.

"Oh, yeah," Paul awkwardly replied. "When she got back she saw the dead body and ran off, well, she ran into traffic."

What the fuck. I was so confused. Had I really fucked up the game that badly. I didn't know whether to laugh or be frightened.

I was nervous when I clicked onto the notification. I didn't know how Davina would react, but she hadn't popped me yet.

Quest complete! Well done. You got out of being your Mommy's slave! Again, not the way you were supposed to do it, but then again I can't blame you for her running into a moving van and being blown into a million pieces. Dumb bitch.

However, you have closed off a hell of a lot of story. I was going to make you just sit there and wait like the lil bitch you are. But I decided to be nice. I made you and that Paul guy pause for a bit. You have an hour left.

Davina had made me skip time in the past. She did it on the space station level when I nearly died. But still... I had made it. I survived another level.

I looked down at my hands, and although they were now clean, I felt like they were drenched in blood.

"Fuck." I panted.

I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I didn't notice Paul following me because I turned the taps on and aggressively washed the imaginary blood from my hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Paul asked,

"I have to... I need to get it off me," I gasped as I scrubbed so hard it hurt. "I killed him. Fuck. Fuck."

Paul tentatively walked towards me, but I didn't stop trying to wash my hands. There was no blood there, but I could feel it. What made me even more terrified, I remembered the feeling I had when I plunged that letter opener into the NFC's chest, that I liked it.

"Freya, calm down." Paul said.

"No! I killed him! I killed him!!" I shouted.

His hand touched my arm, and I jumped back. My eyes were wild as I stared at him.

I'm a murderer! I fucking liked it! Shit. Shit. I saw Paul looking at me with worry. I need a distraction.

I ran over and planted my lips against his.

"Woah, Freya," Paul said and pushed me away.

"Shut up," I whispered. "Please, I need it."

It wasn't sex that I needed, I needed a distraction. This time when I kissed Paul, he didn't push me away, but he took a few seconds to kiss me back.

"Wait, are you sure about this?" He asked me.

"Yes!" I told him. "Please, I need to stop thinking about it."

I was on the verge of crying when Paul grabbed me, lifted me into his arms and kissed me.

"Okay, I'm sure I can help then." He said and kissed me again.

He carried me in his arms while we passionately made out. His tongue ran against mine, and I grabbed onto his firm shoulders until he lay me down onto the bed. I immediately spread my legs and wrapped them around him as our tongues intertwined.

I grabbed his shirt, rapidly undoing his buttons as we made out. In return Paul undid mine.

Once his shirt was gone, I grabbed onto his bare flesh. My shirt was undone, then my tits pressed against his chest.

"Oh god, please, please." I panted into his mouth as I undid his belt.

Paul was smiling now. He was hesitant at first, but now he was about to fuck a hot 18 year old girl, and he was happy. He pulled his suit trousers off and came back to me. When I reached down, I felt his cock... his big cock.

"Fuck, Paul!" I gasped. He wasn't the same size as Ben, but he was pretty fucking big. And although my pussy still ached from the performance, I was already getting distracted from killing someone.

He kept kissing me as I stroked his cock. Then his lips moved to my neck.

"Oh god, yes." I panted as he kissed and licked my sensitive neck.

Paul's hands squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples as his mouth worked its way down. When I felt his lips wrap around one of my firm nipples and gently bite down, I let out a deep, passionate moan.

"Mmm." Paul grunted as he suckled on my tits.

His hands were now grabbing my thin hips as he moved lower again. I watched him kissing my toned stomach, going lower... lower...

"Oooooh yes!" I moaned when his tongue finally found my swollen clit. Although I was aching, his tongue was soothing against me.

"Mmm, Jesus, Freya. You taste amazing." He whispered between licks.

My fingers ran through his dark hair as he massaged my throbbing clit with his tongue. I let out quiet, little moans as he pleasured me.

"Wait..." I panted and pulled him away, "Lie down. We can 69."

The licking was good, but it wasn't distracting enough, I needed to focus on his dick. Paul smiled as he moved to lie down on the bed. I climbed on top with my knees on either side of his head as I sat down and felt his tongue return to my clit.

My head moved down, then I wrapped my lips around his impressive cock.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as my tongue ran against his head and tasted his precum.

I bobbed up and down, as if making love to his cock with my mouth while he ate my pussy wonderfully. His fingers dug into my arse cheeks and pulled me harder down to his face.

"Mmm!" I moaned and took him deeper down my throat. His cock was thick, and my throat wrapped around his meat as I bobbed up and down.

"Oh god! Fuck! Paul!" I moaned and jerked his spit covered cock as pleasure soared through my body.

"Mmmm!" Paul moaned and... SPANK!

"Oh fuck! Harder!" I moaned, and his hands slapped my firm arse cheeks again. One downside of the pain threshold skill was that I barely felt the spanking when I did want to feel it. "Harder! Please!" I moaned.

"Fuck, Freya, that feels amazing." Paul moaned as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Mmmm!" I moaned and pulled my head back. "I can't cum... mmff... without something in my arse..."

Paul immediately pushed a finger into my arsehole, and I felt my orgasm growing and growing. I was furiously jerking his wet cock as Paul kept spanking and eating me. I moaned louder and louder as my legs tensed around his head and my mouth hung open.

"Ooooh fuuuucck, Paul, I'm cumming!!!" I moaned.

I grounded my pussy down onto his mouth as I shook and moaned wildly. Paul didn't stop eating my pussy for a second as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

"Fuck... fuck..." I panted. "Fuck me."

Paul shifted and slapped my arse again.

"On your hands and knees." He ordered. I smiled at him as I did what I was told.

Paul then moved behind me and grabbed my hips while lining his cock up with my soaked hole. In one swift motion he was balls deep, and I arched my back.

"Fuuuuckk yes!" I shouted as he filled me up.

He was a machine. He knew exactly how to fuck me, maybe better than anyone. He would slap my arse and slide his cock perfectly in and out. When he reached around to rub my clit, he brought me to the brink of cumming for so long. When he eventually fingered my arse at the same time, I had possibly the strongest orgasm of my life.

When I checked the countdown of this level, I realised we had been fucking for nearly an hour.

Paul was lying down, and I was straddling him with his cock balls deep inside as I gyrated my hips back and forth.

"Ooooh fuuuuckk, Paauuull!!" I screamed.

He was grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples as we both moaned. A glisten of sweat was over both our bodies. When he grabbed my arse cheeks, they were tensing and relaxing as I rode back and forth.

"Fuck, Freya, I'm getting close." He warned.

I planted my hands on his chest and dug my nails into him as I stared into his eyes and breathed heavily.

"Cum inside me." I moaned.

My arse twerked up and down on his cock, and my cheeks slapped as I stroked his big, thick cock with my soaked cunt.

"Oh fuck... fuck..." Paul moaned.

My nails dug into his chest more as I moaned, sweated and panted. I kept going up and down, up and down.

"Fuuuuuuck Freya!!!" Paul roared like a wild beast as I felt his cock throb and finally unleash his seed deep inside of my cunt.

"Yeeeess!!" I moaned.

I kept riding him, bouncing on his cock as he jerked, twitched and filled me with cum. I'd never get tired of feeling someone cumming inside of me as I watched Paul's face moaning with pure pleasure because of me, and I almost came again myself.

"Fuck." I panted.

That was such a hard session that I practically fell off Paul and laid beside him, both of us naked and sweating. I was smiling. That definitely did the trick of distracting me for a while, but it was over now.

There were 15 seconds left of the level, but the anxiety was coming back. The fact that I had murdered someone, even an NFC.

Nnnneeewww Achievement!!

"Urgh, what's this one?" Paul sighed, he must have received an achievement as well.

Incest is best!! Ooooohh yeah! I always knew you had daddy issues! And now I have proof. You just rode your dad's dick for nearly an hour, and you fucking loved it! Just need to let him in that tight little asshole now!!

Reward: Silver Incest Box!

My eyes shot wide open as my head slowly turned to Paul. He had the exact same look as me. Eyes wide, mouth hung open.

"Dad?" I stuttered.

The clock hit zero. The popping sound appeared, and I was transported.

Hello Fuckers! Time for the second half of the Festival! Welcome, to level 11!

Prologue

"Do you know how long it took me to write that storyline?" Uriel barked at Michael with her finger aimed at his chest. "And she just killed one of the characters and ruined the entire thing! It's unacceptable!"

Michael laughed and shook his head.

"Uriel, this isn't the first time a Fucker has killed one of my creations, and it won't be the last," He replied calmly. "It's part of the fun, not knowing how they will react."

"Something is seriously wrong with your NFC's at this Festival," Uriel continued to argue. "When Freya was doing her performance, they threw too much money at her, and she gained enough points for the level in that one go! That wasn't supposed to happen! They are acting different to their programming."

"Something is a little strange," Jeremy then joined in. "The storyline I was watching, Isla F was supposed to be humiliated by God. Somehow she and her new pet thing turned it around and humiliated God. The NFC's have never acted like this before."

Lucy stayed sat on her large chair, listening to some of her siblings whine and moan about what was going on. Lucy had her own questions, but she wasn't going to ask them. She stayed under the radar and out of sight. That was her way.

"Brothers, sisters, please calm yourselves," Michael said and lifted his hands into the air, he smiled, and with it his large beard moved. "Everything is working exactly how it is supposed to. Every Festival I tweak the NFC's to make them smarter, so they simply have a little more... character this Festival. But rest assured, I am in complete control."

All the siblings knew what that meant. It meant Michael was finished with that conversation. Each of Lucy's brothers and sisters returned to their seats without saying another word.

Level 10 had just ended, and it definitely was different. Freya should not have earnt so many points while doing her performance. If that didn't happen, and she still killed the NFC's in her storyline, then she would never have made it to level 11.

Gabe was in his chair smiling at the chaos.

It worried Lucy that Freya's name was being brought up to Michael. Lucy liked Freya. She had a fight in her that Lucy almost admired. However, if it became too risky, then Lucy would have to cut her loose. She had done it before. It wasn't worth upsetting Michael. She'd feel bad for it, but Lucy only helped those that she could. There were still plenty of the original 100 Fuckers that Lucy was trying to help.

She was shocked though, when she saw Freya plunge that letter opener into the NFC's chest. The look in that young girls eyes when she did it, the calmness in her. There was a darkness inside of Freya, and in the Festival, that sort of darkness could get her killed.

Suddenly, Lucy's sister Uriel was in front of her and staring her down with a straight face. She had jet black hair that was only a few shades darker than her skin.

"You must be annoyed as well?" Uriel whispered. "You've been watching that Freya for a long time. And she just ruined that level."

Lucy felt a jolt of worry go through her body.

"I'm not saying anything." Lucy whispered and looked at Michael. Fortunately, he was talking to another sibling.

"Well, don't worry. I'm sure Freya will be gone soon." Uriel whispered before walking away.

What does that mean?

The end of level 10

Kink Level 30

Blowjob Level - 19 + 2 with blowjob scrunchie + 2 Ring of Extraordinary Taste + 2 Make Up + 2 Holy Whore Necklace

Pussy level - 12 + 1 with garter belt + 1 Make Up + 2 Holy Whore Necklace

Fingering level - 5 + 2 Droplets tattoo

Multihand level - 6 + 2 Holy Whore Necklace

Pain threshold level - 22

Recovery level - 6 + 3 garter belt

Pussy eating level - 9 + 2 Droplets tattoo

Anal level - 18 + 3 with cotton socks + 3 with garter belt + 1 Make Up + 2 Holy Whore Necklace

Stamina level - 8 + 2 Holy Whore Necklace

Charisma level - 3 + 3 Make Up