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You’re hiding under a bed. Definitely not the most original hiding place, sure, but there’s enough junk under here with you that it provides some camouflage.
At least you hope so, because you were selected for the Executioner’s Game. It’s something that’s been happening lately. Ten seemingly random strangers wake up in a certain location, are told to evade “the Executioner” until sunrise, and the whole thing is streamed to the dark web.
If you survive until morning, you’re drugged, transported back to your normal life, and left alone. But very few people survive. The Executioner is a huge, muscular man wearing nothing but black pants and a black mask that covers his entire face. He carries an enormous sword and brutally slaughters anyone he finds, often in creatively cruel and gory ways to hike up the views.
Despite the Executioner’s barbaric violence, he has a number of horny fans online who have seen clips of him from the games. It’s easy to understand why, with his bare, toned torso, sleek abs, and thick black happy trail leading down into his black leather pants that sit just a little too low on his hips. His face is hidden, but his shiny black hair is visible, and he has a certain swagger to the way he moves, a confidence that’s hard to ignore.
You’ve seen several clips of him walking around, huge sword hoisted on his shoulder. You’ve avoided any clips of him actually killing people. They get deleted as fast as they’re posted and you really don’t want to see that anyway. And so, seeing only the “sanitized” version of him, you became one of his horny fans.
For weeks now you’ve joined in the fun of posting online about how hot he is, how much you’d love to meet him, how you wouldn’t even run from him because “who could run from a guy who looks like that?”
It was all just silly bullshit, but the actual Executioner’s Game felt so far removed from you and your mundane life, it never occurred to you to be careful what you wish for.
Until you woke up in this sprawling mansion with nine other people. The Executioner appeared quickly, as he usually does, to make an early first kill and let everyone know how real this is. You watched, horrified and dumbstruck, as he used that giant sword to cleave a young man in two, vertically. The poor guy’s two halves dropped to the floor like a disgusting open faced sandwich.
You screamed, then broke into a run with the others who were scattering like ants. As you neared a door that led to a hallway, you heard a deep, smooth voice call out after you, “I thought you wouldn’t run from me!”
It wasn’t until after you crawled under this bed and moved all the stuff in front of you that you had time to think about what he’d said. That’s when the truth sank in: he knows about the things you said about him online. He’s probably read every desperate, horny comment. You feel humiliated, of course, but also terrified. What if your stupid comments angered him?
The door to the room opens, making your heart nearly stop and your hand fly to your mouth to keep from screaming. You hear heavy footsteps moving through the room, so heavy that you have no doubt they belong to the Executioner. How did he find you so quickly? Out of all the rooms in this huge estate, why the hell did he pick this one?!
Oh no. Did he see you come in here?
You’re fucked. Truly. You never watched videos of him killing anyone, but some of your online friends did and they described some diabolical shit. According to them, the Executioner once gouged a woman’s eyes out with his thumbs, then threw a man to the floor and smashed his kneecaps with a sledgehammer. All of his kills are done with maximum pain.
“Didn’t you say I’m hot?” the smooth voice from before asks, and your breath catches in your throat. He not only knows someone is hiding in here, he knows it’s you!
You hear him laugh through his mask. “You were wonderin’ if my dick’s as big as my sword. Well come on out and I’ll show ya!”
Oh god. He’s throwing your pervy comments online back at you!
“They let me pick one of the participants this time,” he goes on, roaming through the room, opening the closet door. “And think of it from my perspective. All these cute, horny little ladies hungry for my cock, and all I can do is read the shit they post about me. So why not pick one of you to meet in the flesh?”
You feel tears starting to leak from your eyes. You were chosen for this game because you were horny posting online? It’s entirely your fault?
“So come on out, little rabbit!” he calls, tossing a large chair in the corner out of his way. “I’ve got plans for you! I can’t wait to split you open!”
You now have both hands clamped over your mouth, trying to not even breathe. You know it’s futile. He probably knows you’re under the bed now, and he’s only toying with you. Any second now, he’s going to find you and kill you in the most gory way imaginable. All for the entertainment of the sick bastards watching the stream.
Suddenly the bed gets ripped away, as if a giant reached down and pulled it up. The Executioner has flipped it over. It’s a king size bed! How strong is this guy?!
You’re exposed, like bugs under a rock picked up by a child. You look up at your killer with terrified, tear-filled eyes. You can’t see his face for the mask, but you can almost feel that he’s grinning.
“Found ya!” he says, before reaching down and grabbing your arm, roughly pulling you to your feet. He pulls you right up to him, your trembling body pressed against his hard, sculpted torso. This close, you can see his eyes through the holes in his mask. Forrest green, amused, and quite lovely.
“I’m sorry!” you blurt out. “I’m sorry for saying all that stuff! Please forgive me!”
You hear him chuckle. “Don’t apologize now!” Then he leans in very close, his face next to your ear, and says in a dangerously low voice, “I liked what you said.”
He unceremoniously drops his sword and then rips your clothes off with his bare hands. You scream at the shock, at the sudden vulnerability of being completely bare before a violent killer. He looks you over quickly before pulling you down to the floor with him, positioning you in his lap.
You can feel his firm, heated skin against yours, can even feel the soft happy trail. His hands, so big and so warm, move over your body roughly, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, yanking your legs apart and groping your pussy. As his thick fingers probe your delicate flesh, his thumb rubbing your clit, you hear him laugh again.
“Not many women get so wet in this game. You were desperate for me, huh?” His free hand then points at a corner of the ceiling. “See that? There’s a whole bunch of sadistic freaks watchin’ us right now. They’re jackin’ off right this minute to your pretty tits and pussy, gonna watch you cum for me even though you know I’m gonna kill you.”
You glance up at the camera, then look away, mortified. You try to close your legs but the Executioner has then pinned open, showing you off to the demented audience. His fingers curl inside you, making you moan and whimper. You don’t want to admit how turned on you are despite your fear, and you definitely don’t want to cum for a murderer in front of who knows how many people.
But it feels too good. His rough thumb on your sensitive clit feels way too good.
You hear his voice at your ear again. “They’ll be jackin’ off when I kill you too,” he says. “When I chop your cute body up into dozens of wet chunks, they’ll blow their loads all over their monitors!”
You moan again, embarrassingly loud, as the pleasure continues to build.
“That’s right,” he says, his free hand sliding up to lightly grip your throat. “You’re gettin’ wetter now. You like imaginin’ what I’m gonna do to you? You gonna moan when I’m slicin’ you up? You know it’s gettin’ close now… when I rip your pretty little guts out!”
“Ahhh!” you cry out as you climax, your slick pussy clenching his fingers. You tremble in his lap, breathing hard, tears in your eyes.
He withdraws his hand, then suddenly pushes you onto your back on the floor. He unbuttons his pants as he says, “I promised I’d show it to ya, so have a good look. Here’s the Executioner’s cock that you’ve been wantin’ so bad!”
You watch in morbid fascination as he pulls out an absolutely monstrous cock. It’s rock hard, standing straight up, big enough to be a weapon in its own right.
The Executioner wrenches your legs apart, shoves them up to put you in a mating press, and impales you with his cock. You scream, the stretch being almost too much to bear, but he gives you no chance to adjust or even take a breath before he’s fucking you hard and deep.
“T-too rough!” you whine, helpless beneath him as he pounds into you.
“I’m the Executioner,” he says. “A masochistic little cunt like you would be disappointed if I didn’t fuck you rough!”
You can’t deny that you’re getting more and more turned on, even as his thrusts get more punishing and violent.
“Fuck, your pussy is squeazin’ me tight!” he says. “Gonna give you my whole load before I chop you up!”
You can’t help looking up at the camera, knowing thousands of people are watching you get absolutely wrecked, all of them salivating over your impending death.
Oh god… it’s all too much! You cum on the Executioner’s cock, your body a quivering mess under his huge, imposing frame. At that very moment, he reaches up and pulls his mask off, revealing a face even more handsome than you’d imagined.
Wait, he can take the mask off? In front of the cameras?
The questions go unasked as he kisses you deeply, shoving his wet tongue into your mouth, one hand gripping your hair tightly. You feel that massive cock throb inside you, and then an ungodly amount of cum spills into your womb.
He pulls out carelessly, thick globs of his cum dripping out of your spent pussy and making an obscene mess on the floor. You’re panting, shaking as you look up at him. He’ll definitely kill you now.
He buttons his pants and smirks at you. “Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. You can just stay in here until sunrise. Lock the door. I’ve seen some of these idiots try to kill each other off when they panic.”
Wait, what?
You struggle to sit up. “You’re not going to kill me?”
He laughs as he pulls his mask back on. Such a shame to cover a face that hot. “Do you want me to?”
You shake your head quickly. “No! But… the viewers… they saw you-“
“I disabled that camera when I first came in,” he tells you, picking up his sword.
So no one saw! No one saw his face, or your humiliating display. You breathe a sigh of relief, then look at him again. “Thank you… for sparing me.”
He hoists the sword up onto his shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable. I know where you live.”
With that cryptic comment, he leaves the room. In the end, you’re the sole survivor of this Executioner’s Game.