From the tone of his voice, Rebecca felt that something ominous was about to happen to her but she had to keep going in order to end the nightmare that she had found herself to be stuck in.
Zavier who had been holding himself back returned to action. He grabbed her by her hair and made her stand on her feet again. The clones took their positions by his side as if they understood exactly what he was thinking which they did since they were currently sharing senses.
Zavier was currently enjoying the sense of pleasure of both his clones and himself that made him reach the state of euphoria.
A clone managed to lift Rebecca in his arms and Rebecca played along while she wrapped her feet around his waist. She knew what was awaiting her as she felt a burning rod insert itself in her softest part. The force of the pounding that had been intensified by the gravity pulling her downwards messed up her insides as she felt huge pain in her crotch.
This was after all her first time and it had been brutal already. On top of that, she was now being subjected to repeated poundings that hurt her more than she already was from the previous session.
Zavier didn't stand around for long and took his position behind her.
As soon as she felt someone move behind her she began to dread what was coming next. Another rod rammed inside her anal crevice. She could feel the two of them rubbing against each other inside her. At the same time, she felt a pain that she had never felt before rack her behind.
The constant thrusts were timed properly and came one after the other as if the two masked men were in perfect coordination. She felt that the villains must have done this to many other women since they were in such synch with each other like a practiced machine.
Rebecca had tried in a day what other girls didn't experience in their whole life. She had been taken simultaneously by two and sometimes even three of them. They took turns hollowing her and prodding her depths without giving her a single second of respite.
By the end of it, she was barely conscious and all her body was suffering from fits of trembling and twitching.
Her mouth, pussy and asshole all felt as if they had been violated by giants and her breasts were sore to the point that she was unable to feel that familiar weight on her chest. Her whole body had bite marks where the three masked men had bitten her like beasts. Her wrists were slightly purple from the stoppage of blood at the spot. Her hair was dishevelled and there were signs of abrasions and scratches all over her body by the time the three masked men were tired of her. The thing that she hated the most was that the three men had all cum inside her several times. It was to the point that she felt bloated in her crotch and ass. They were both filled to the brim and were currently overflowing down her legs and the insides of her thighs.
They threw her to the side after having had their way with her in any way they wanted. Since she had already made a deal with them, she didn't back out of it midway no matter how bestially she was treated by her three violators.
Zavier on the other hand had never enjoyed himself so much before. It was as if he was simultaneously stuffing her three holes at the same time with his dick. He could feel the sensation of her soft lips and her pussy around his dick at the same time while he groped her naturally huge breasts in his hands. The sharing mode made his experience more joyful by manifold. At the beginning he was trying to humiliate her and had spent most of the time trying to think of more ways to torture and terrify her but by the end he had indulged himself in the pleasure of her body and the slightly lewd smell that emanated from her body.
Even though she was a bitch, the sexual services that she provided him were absolutely top notch. Zavier had to at least give her that after all that he had done to her. He almost wanted to keep her for a while longer but something told her that delving further into the chasm of pleasure might turn him into something he was not.
Zavier convinced himself that he felt only hatred for the woman that was sprawled on the ground while trembling unnaturally. He didn't want it to end because it was a new experience for him. Even though he had done it with Shiranui earlier, she was unlike this woman who was dispensable. Shiranui was someone that Zavier wanted to protect with all his might and he couldn't have hurt her for his own pleasure.
Therefore, he had released all his frustrations on the bitch that had gotten on his nerves ever since the start of the test.
Zavier didn't even give a second glance towards the woman that lay on the ground utterly defenceless and unclothed.
"As promised, you are free to go now. Don't bother holding a grudge because there isn't a thing that you can do to us no matter what you do or whose lap you manage to crawl into. Let this be a warning to you so you remember to not offend anyone you know nothing about."
Rebecca was barely conscious as she heard those words. Relief spread through her whole body as she knew that her hard work had paid off and the masked men had decided to let her go with her card. She finally closed her eyes and passed out in pain.
If she could somehow find out that the man that she had laid with was someone from her own team, she might have committed suicide as a punishment for her foolishness. Because that would mean that the masked man never had any intention to take her card in the first place since it was meaningless. She had willingly offered herself up to save something that the other party had no interest in.
Zavier left her on the ground and left with his clones while feeling fully satisfied with Rebecca's service.
He was already on the lookout for his next target. Even though he had gotten distracted for a while in between, Zavier still knew what he was doing out in the forest away from his team. While his clone was busy leading the other girls and Andrew, he had shifted his consciousness to one of his clones so he could grab more cards and eliminate more participants at the same time. At the same time, his identity was hidden so no one would truly know who the masked group of terrors truly were.
Zavier operated his Time Space eye and the other clones went into hiding while following him from the shadows. He wanted to keep his clones in case he needed a trump card. Although he was confident in beating anyone in the test, he still had to exercise caution for any abnormality in the test that he might not have been able to consider previously.
There was another reason that he kept the two clones hidden beside him. Zavier knew that a single individual appeared to be a more easy prey compared to a team of three. Therefore, whatever team had bad designs for him would run at the chance of getting their hands on the card in his possession since he was an easy target.
For Zavier who was an experienced fighter compared to the rest of the participants, countering a single individual or a whole team was about the same. He could eradicate whole teams alone without the help of the clones that were hiding in the shadows. Still he didn't go about the task alone and attacked all the targets head on while the clones took the flanks. This made the efficiency of the task increase by several fold.
It didn't take very long for the point total in his card to increase a lot. At least it was a lot faster than all the other participants which made him progress much faster. There was almost no one that could stop the rise of his team that comprised of his clones.
Although most of the teams he managed to wipe had average strength and had barely scrounged up anything, some were really fat elephants that made him smile at the sight of them.
For example, Zavier had encountered a team that comprised of five individuals who all looked strong compared to the other participants and looked surprisingly hideous. It turned out that all of them belonged to the same family and had gone to the same school. They appeared to be quite savage but the amount of points that Zavier managed to get from them was like a river compared to the small streams that he acquired from normal teams.
It turned out that the five of them had been robbing others since the start of the test as they had managed to find each other out due to their genetics and the similar skills that each of them had.
Zavier remembered wondering whether their ugliness was also a skill that had been passed down their families throughout the generations.
Zavier had also encountered a team of three girls who were dressed so scantily as if they were worried that someone would not notice them from afar if they didn't do so.
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