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Another hand joined the one trying to enter her and began stroking her clit, which caused her body to quiver a little, and she could feel her vaginal muscles trying to squeeze the fingers inside her, which was not making it any easier for the man to get inside her. She let out another muffled grunt of protest as his knuckles continued to push up against her tight entrance.
To her left the athletic blonde let out a strained cry of pain and yelled out "Virgil!", obviously deciding that she was not ready to allow this to happen to her. She wondered if Sam would be disappointed. From her current vantage point, on her back with a man blocking her view with his crotch, she couldn’t see where he redistributed himself to, but assumed that he would pick one of the other two women. Of course that meant that with another sacrifice tapping out, the number of men surrounding Tegan just jumped from seven to nine, and she found herself on the verge of panic as she feared that they might all want to take turns trying to insert their entire hand into her cunt.
At that moment though her wandering thoughts were shattered by a sudden pressure that told her that the man’s knuckles had managed to clear the tight entrance to her body and she groaned as he balled his hand into a fist inside her, her muscles clamping down and squeezing his hand for all they were worth. She had a fleeting recollection of her brief affair with Bethany and the way her vagina had formed a tight seal around her wrist once her hand had slipped inside, and imagined that this had just happened to her. She felt her stomach lurch as if she was about to be sick and groaned as he continued to push into her, the oddly shaped mass of clenched fist forcing her little tunnel wide open until she could feel his knuckles against her cervix. She arched her back breathing hard, still pinned at the shoulders by the men either side of her, thrashing her head to the side as she tried to process what had just happened.
Then, she realised she was shaking, her hips trembling as the man held his fist in place. She had an unnerving feeling like she needed to pee that wasn’t going away as the man’s hand put pressure on her insides in a way that was completely new to her. She tried to hold back that feeling but the man started to move his fist back and forward and she could feel muscles being pulled and twisted as he moved his hand inside her aching cavity, and she couldn’t hold back. She tried to pull her thighs together but couldn’t because of the way she was bound. She felt the pressure building in her crotch release all at once as she let out a strangled moan, breathing hard through gritted teeth as she experienced one of the most unique and intense orgasms of her life. She felt again like she might have wet herself but wasn’t sure and at this point, didn’t care. As she lay breathless and shaking on the table, still impaled on the man’s fist, she heard a voice somewhere behind her cry out "Virgil" and by her estimation the petite Asian woman had just tapped out. Tegan wondered if she had tapped out because she was unable to take what they were trying to do, or if they had succeeded and she had quit because it was too much for her. Maybe Sam would know. As she heard the sounds of men moving towards her Tegan reflected on the fact that that meant that she and the emo girl likely had more than ten men each for whatever the next circle offered, and that was just her assuming that this ordeal was over with.
The man began to pull his hand out – and it seemed like he was trying to remove it, not just move it around inside her – and she panted with the sensation of feeling his hand tug against her as her body resisted the sensation of feeling such a large, irregular object exiting her vagina. She imagined childbirth was a million times worse but still, this was the closest she’d ever gotten. A groan of relief escaped her as the widest part of his hand finally cleared the muscular entrance and she felt her battered fuckhole relax and begin to shrink closed again.
"Now that the sacrifices have been reminded that their place is to suffer for our amusement and pleasure, we are ready to move onto the final round. But crossing into the ninth circle is not easy, and we have an additional challenge. A kind of tiebreaker, since we still have more than one survivor." The speaker said. His tone was even, maybe slightly amused, but Tegan didn’t detect any malevolence in his tone. Tegan was reassured that it was all part of the game as she was unbound from her restraints and the spreader bar and her wrists were untied again. She was lifted carefully from the table and led – half carried – towards the centre of the room. Someone gently removed the leather bit from between her teeth that she’d been biting down on for so long she’d forgotten about it.
The emo girl was likewise being assisted on wobbly legs and they faced each other directly for the first time. The other woman scanned Tegan up and down, her expression seemingly impassive. Tegan scanned her in return. She was so pale she nearly glowed. Her black hair surely had to be dyed. Her eye makeup was smeared everywhere. In terms of her body she was skinny but had broad hips, and large, heavy breasts. Her pale nipples pointed down slightly, swollen with a slight pink flush. Her pussy was shaved bare and the most colourful part of her otherwise monochromatic body, inflamed with the night full of sex and other abuses of their genitalia. Between them had been placed a bench, and at each end was the largest dildo Tegan had ever seen.
The dildos were a large alien shape, tapered and smooth at the tip with an almost flared cockhead shape but quickly bulged outwards in an elongated curve. It had to be at least a foot long overall but it’s girth at the widest point would easily be as large as a man’s clenched fist, before taping back to a narrow point at the bottom almost like a comically oversized buttplug. After assessing it she looked back at the other woman to gauge her reaction and was relieved to see a hint of anxiety pierce her placid mask.
"Now, my angels, before you panic – this is not an elimination challenge." The speaker stood next to the bench, addressing them both. "You may choose to participate, and to what extent. It is a challenge. The sacrifice that can take more, aha, punishment… will have earned her place in the ninth circle. The loser will have to perform an additional challenge." He half turned and gestured to someone who came forward holding a large vessel a tall glass flask that was unmistakeably three quarters full of semen.
"Is… is that cum?" The emo woman asked incredulously.
"Yes, my dear." The Speaker answered. "A little over a litre of it, generously donated by our demons. You may have wondered why none – or almost none of them – shared their emissions with you over the course of the evening. It was building to this moment."
"So, the angel who… can’t take as much of that…" Tegan pointed at the dildo "…has to drink all of that?" She pointed at the glass flask.
"Correct."
"And that’s just to get to the final round?"
"Alternatively you can refuse, call your guide to you, and leave – and leave the last angel to face her fate alone." The Speaker said pleasantly.
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