[Couldn’t sleep last night and wrote a quick little fic. If I’m misunderstanding and this isn’t allowed on here, my apologies]

Vittorio balanced himself against a school desk as his body manifested inside Midwhich. He blinked a few times to clear his head of the fog that flooded the brain during every transfer. “Eighty two,” he muttered the number of trials he has survived in a row since unlocking his most recent spell. Each of those eight two survivals had earned him the right to keep his memories and each victory strengthened his resolve and determination to change the rules. A glyph on his forearm glowed, he looked down at it and smirked. This was it, he could feel it inside him, this was the day that the rules changed permanently. The auric cells permeating everything around him vibrated with possibilities. Eighty two survivals in a row and, likely, countless other trials had shifted Vittorio into something more than just a survivor. And, finally, it was time he shared his gift… * Jake Park thanked his lucky stars. Not only had he survived his last trial against some fucked up turkey thing that lurked in the lockers, now he had manifested right beside a generator. He noticed he was inside some kind of dilapidated bathroom that was covered in fleshy growths. Determined, he immediately set to work. The knowledge of how to fix the generators was almost instinctual, given to him by some unknown force, his nimble hands had a mind of their own. His precision was spot on as long as he paced himself. He heard heavy footsteps and grunting and a shirtless man with close cropped hair, a trimmed beard and a nose that looked like it had been broken more than once in a fight, stumbled up next to him.

“What the fuck is going on?” The man grunted. His voice was coated in some iteration of a british accent.

“Just, start fixing it,” Jake cautioned in a low voice. “Trust me, you’ll know exactly what you need to do but go slow.”

“But what fuck is going on?”

Jake continued his work, part of the generator groaned and chugged. “Just breathe for a second and the answers will come to you.”

The man kneeled down and fidgeted with the machine. “Trial…gates…survive…” he mumbled to himself as though he was reading from a set of instructions.

“Exactly,” Jake affirmed. “And if we make it out, we won’t forget all of this and can finally fucking think and figure out a real escape.

The generator released a small explosion and the british man fell back onto his ass, launching profanities.

“Keep it down and listen,” Jake hissed.

Both men knelt beside the generator. Their heart beats were steady and the only sound was the mechanical thumping of the engine. * Renato crouched behind a pile of debris. A medpack rested at his feet and he concentrated on bandaging a slash across his waste. “Dumb, fucking bitch really got me.” He tried to maintain his breathing but–from his perspective–this was his first trial. He had been around a campfire thinking about finding his sister and sitting down to watch the newest match and now he was in some kind of fucked school. A crunching sound behind him made him jump. His hand slipped and irritated his wound. “Fuck!” he yelped.

“My apologies,” came a deep voice thick with an Italian accent. The man was wide chested and his skin was etched with blue runes. His hair was a stylish mess of gray. His features were striking in a handsome way. A genuine smile split the man’s trimmed beard. “Oh, Renato, nice to see you.”

“I know you?” Renato stood up.

“Some version of you does. Unless he’s forgotten. Unless you’ve forgotten.” The man leaned close. “My name is Vittorio.” He held out his hand.

Renato shook it. “We’ve got to get those gates open.”

Vittorio put a heavy hand on the cute Brazilian's shoulder. “I always admire your dedication, but I’m beyond those these little games now.” Vittorio ignored Renato’s confused look and took the younger man’s hand. “Let’s find the other two.” Both men were enveloped in a swirling, black fog.

* The pallet slapped Sadako's head with a satisfying crunch. The undead woman was stunned momentarily and Jake took the opportunity to crouch and sneak around the corner. He motioned to David, who was crouching behind a fleshy tumor in the hall, signaling to stay still. Sadako recovered and scanned the room for her victims.

A swirl of fog appeared in the middle of the hallway and two men manifested. A stout white haired man and a younger dude with his hair pulled back into a bun. Sadako veered right for the duo. She threw her hand out but the gray haired man didn’t flinch.

As if wrapped in invisible rope, Sakdo limbs pulled to her side and she stood straight and rigid. Vittorio’s arm was thrown out towards her and the runes along his skin glowed brightly.

Jake and David stood up, walking towards the duo.

“What is happening?” Jake asked.

Vittorio’s face was a mask of concentration but he looked at Jake from his peripherals. “Just a little revenge,” he muttered. He motioned with his free arm and Sadako’s clothes vanished. “The fun kind.”

Jake blinked in shock. Unsure of what was happening but also surprised by the voluptuous curves of the undead woman. Her hair, hanging in her face couldn’t entirely conceal her full breast, some of the dark strands parted around her left tit, revealing a perky but pale nipple.

“Look, fellas, I don’t really want to explain all this shit right now.” Vittorio looked at his three confused companions. “Long story short I’ve found a way to turn predators into prey and I think whatever calls the shots around here likes it.” He lowered his arms but Sadako remained stuck in place. “Or this place has gotten so big that it doesn’t even notice when I break the rules.”

The Italian strolled towards her and ran his hand over her plump tit. He squeezed it. Sadako’s body shook in protest but she was unable to free herself. He leaned down and ran his hand across her stomach until he reached her plump pale slit. A small, black bush of hair rested above her mound. He let his finger rub a small clit nuzzled in the plump folds between her thighs.

Vittorio turned back to the three men, a massive bulge pressing against his leather pants. “Believe it or not, sometimes when I catch her she has a rather impressive cock. Now, are you gentlemen ready to have some fun?”

“Fuck yeah!” Renato whooped.

“That’s the spirit,” Vittorio laughed. “You,” he pointed towards David. “Go grab one of the TVs…”

* They had propped the TV onto a small broken desk inside one of the classrooms.

“Now comes the fun part.” Vittorio waved his hand and Sadako was released from her binding. She walked towards the TV, her motions were jerky as though she wasn’t fully in control of her body. She crouched pushing her head into the static screen.

“Almost,” Vittorio muttered under his breath, watching the dead woman with concentration. “Almost…THERE!”

Sadako had nearly disappeared into the TV but the static trapped her at the hips, keeping her plump ass exposed to the outside world.

“Now, let’s show this dead bitch a good time,” Vittorio growled. He undid his pants and pulled them off. From behind his companions glimpsed his muscular ass, dappled in brown and gray hair. He turned to them, his hard, uncut cock roughly eight inches and curved upwards. His balls hung low and loose. “What the fuck are y’all waiting for?”

Renato took no time to pull his pants to his ankles and kick them off. His cock was thinner than Vittorio’s but about half and inch longer. His foreskin hugged at a slightly tapered cock head. His shaft curved towards the ground. A thick bush covered most of his navel region. His smooth balls were plump but pilled up into tight orbs. Renanto’s legs were muscular and covered in hair.

Jake met David’s eyes and the Englishman shrugged and reached into his pants, pulling his own cock free. It stiffened to about seven inches. A massive vein ran down the middle of his shaft and his cock head was flared wide under a small hood of skin.

All three men looked towards Jake.

Jake sighed and pulled at his fly. He couldn’t deny the boner pressing against his jeans but he was still unsure about all of this. He pulled his cock through his fly. His shaft was pink, thick and totaled about six inches. Slightly darker foreskin hugged a pink cock head.

“After you,” Vittorio bowed to Renato. The young guy was eager and rushed up to the pale ass sticking out of the TV. He pawed the ass, parting the cheeks and surveying the dead woman’s gray asshole and pale cunt with an irresistible hunger.

“Cunt or hole?” Vittorio asked. He was stroking his cock, his balls slapping his thighs.

“I can’t decide,” Renato laughed.

“Well, are you an ass guy?” David barked. He was stroking his own cock too, his eyes were locked on the brazilian’s plump, tan ass.

“I don’t know…I’ve…never..”

“A virgin?” David laughed again. “In that case, just stick it in one, boy!”

Renato mounted the ass, he spit down onto his shaft and pressed it into the gray, dead hole. He flexed his ass, letting his hips drive his cockhead into the hole. Sadako’s thighs shook but the TV at her waist held tight. The dead hole stretched around Renato’s girth. “Fuck!” He groaned. His cock slid in balls-deep until her pale cheeks pressed against his bush and stomach. He grabbed her hips and pulled his cock halfway out and slammed it back in. He repeated this, gathering intensity until he was plowing her vigorously, slapping against her ass noisily.

Overcome, Jake couldn’t help but grip his cock and jerk it, shuffling over to join David and Vittorio who stood beside beside the former virgin as he fucked the dead woman’s ass. They wrapped an arm around each other's shoulder and jerked with their free hand.

“How’s that hole?” Vittorio asked.

“It’s insane!” Renato moaned. He was looking down, his eyes locked on the sight of his own cock sliding between the round, pale cheeks that recoiled with every thrust.

“Careful, you virgins pop fast!” David chuckled.

Renato turned to look at the three men stroking their cocks, his eyebrow raised in overconfidence. “I could fuck this ass all night.” No sooner had he made his claim, his face faltered and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

“You were saying, mate?” David jested.

Jake had remained quiet, used to being on his own, but David and Vittorio’s glances had lingered on him more than one.

As the slapping of Renato’s hips against the pale ass continued. Vittorio called over to Jake. “I have an idea, boy.” He motioned with his head to the end of the huge classroom. “Go get that TV over there.”

Jake, already entranced by what he has witnessed so far, strolled over to a boxy TV leaning against some rubble and wrapped his arms around it. * “Right there, perfect!” Vittorio said. Jake had sat the TV up next to the other, pretty much side by side.

“You sure you don’t need to slow down?” David stood near Renato’s shoulder. The Brazilian’s thrusts were more erratic and he seemed to be concentrating on his breathing, eyes-closed. Sweat glistened across his back and plump ass.

“It’s just like a match, mano. Gotta pace myself…really save my energy…” Renato’s voice was strained. “Save it all up for the big score..”

“That’s the spirit!” David slapped the young man’s glistening ass.

Vittorio, his plump cock swinging between his thighs, stepped back away from the second TV and held out one of his rune-glowing hands. The screen fizzled with static and his eyes squinted with intense focus. Shaggy black hair pushed through the screen towards the Italian and Jake.

“Almost…” Vitorrio mumbled under his breath. Sadako’s head had pushed all the way through the screen. “Almost. Just a little more. There!” He dropped his hand and all four men admired his work.

In the second TV, Sadako had pushed through up to her shoulders before being trapped. Her round tits hung from the screen, bouncing under a curtain of hair, in sync with Renato’s thrusting. The undead girl watched them with the hateful gaze of one eye peeking through a part in the hair hanging over her face. Vittorio held out his hand again and her hair was blown like a curtain over the side of her tits, revealing the both plump bouncing tits and a pale face of surprising beauty.

“No fair.” Renato whimpered. “Seeing titties bounce is gonna send me over the edge.”

“That’s not even the best part,” Vittorio swirled his hand through the air and Sadako’s mouth flew open as though something invisible had pried her jaws apart, even more surprisingly her mouth started to make a wet sucking sound.

“Jake, get in there!” Vittorio pulled Jake’s attention away from the scene.

He was confused how the man knew his name but his mind was overwhelmed. The wet, gray lips and bouncing, pale tits were supernaturally alluring. He obeyed the older man and shuffled forward. Sadako’s eyes darted up at him, dripping with hate but her disobedient mouth suckled as though hungry for the young korean’s cock. He obliged her and pushed his cock head into her mouth. The hole was wet and not as cold as he had expected. Her mouth went right to work, sucking his cock head and working her lips around his shaft as he pushed deeper. When her nose pressed against his pubes and he could feel his cock head slide past the back of her mouth and into her throat, he grabbed a handful of her hair and forcefully worked her mouth up and down his cock shaft, using her like a sex toy. He was a loner, not a loser and knew exactly how to use a chick’s throat.

Jake and Renato turned to admire each other's work. Renato put an arm around Jake’s shoulder. The tan young man seemed to have caught a second wind.

David King had lowered himself to his knees and wrapped his mouth around Vittorio’s cock. The gray-haired man watched the two youths enjoy the fruits of his hard work. David worked his mouth up and down the large cock like a champ. Vittorio took a moment to look down at the man servicing him. “Expert cock sucker each and every time.”

Beside Jake, Renato’s breathing was verging on gasps and his arm tensed around Jake’s shoulder. “Come on, dude,” Jake urged. “Hang in there just a little longer and I’ll be quick and try to match your load.”

Renato didn’t even look at Jake. He kept his eyes closed. Trying to ignore how great the abused asshole felt against his overstimulated cock.

The undead throat sucked wetly at Jake’s shaft and he gripped both sides of Sadako’s head and thrusted hard, trying to match Renato’s pace. Sadako’s eyes continued to stare hatefully and drool dribbled down her chin.

Vittorio pulled David’s head down onto his shaft until the Englishman’s nose was buried in his gray and brown bush. David didn’t gag and let the cock rest in his tight throat, but his eyes filled with tears.

Renato whimpered and opened his eyes. He locked his gaze onto the ass bouncing around his cock. “Fuck, I’m about to score, véi!”

Jake nodded and increased his thrusting, watching his cock slide between the dead lips. He was close too, felt his balls inside his jeans tighten. Even Sadako’s death stare was getting him close to busting, part of him turned on by how furious she looked.

“Fuck! FUCK!” Renaton fell forward, cock buried all the way up Sadako’s ass, and gripped the back of the TV. His cock pumped against the walls of her hole, filling her ass with warm cum.

Jake also grunted and let his cock pump a few shots of a load down the sloppy throat. Not a single moan or gag came from Sadako.

Renato stood back up and pulled his cock out of Sadako’s gaped hole. His tan cock was dripping with her juices and his thick white jizz.

Jake also stepped back and let his cock flop out. Both young men high fived and turned to Vittorio (who was still having his cock worked by David).

“Bro,” Jake said, coming out of his shell now. “That was the craziest shit.”

Vittorio pulled his cock from David’s throat and the Englishman stood up beside him. “Today, everything changes for the three of you.” He turned to David. “But there is still a perfectly tight pussy just begging for cock.” He took David by the shoulders and led him to the ass sticking out from the TV screen. Renato and Jake, their wet cocks now hanging plumply, followed the two men.

David looked at the prone ass. “I mean, pussy isn’t really my thing.”

“Nonsense,” Vittorio hushed. “It took a lot of my willpower to gather this specimen. Please, enjoy it a little.”

David sighed but his mouth pulled into a smirk. Renato and Jake took up the chant “Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!.” With such juvenile and fraternal motivation David’s smirk broke into a toothy smile.

“Fuck it,” the English man grunted. He stepped up to the pale ass and spread it open with his rough hands. Her gray hole had closed back up but Renato’s cum leaked from it. David smeared his finger in the cum and used it to coat his meaty cock. “Thanks for the assist, amigo.” He called over his shoulder to Renato.

“Happy to help, man.”

Vittorio and his two young companions watched as David mounted the trapped pussy. David ran his cock head along the slit, moving it up towards the ass, searching for her cunt. “Haven’t tried this since I was a wee lad,” he joked. He felt his cock head sink into the slit and pushed his hips forward.

Behind him, the trio watched his muscular ass flex and he slid into the cunt. Jake glanced over to catch a look at Renato’s cock, which had stiffened up again.

David pushed into the pussy, balls deep and grabbed Sadako’s hips. It was tight but parted around his cum-lubed cock with silky wetness. David sighed. “Remind me again why I ever gave up pussy.”

Vittorio laughed and called out. “The folly of limiting yourself, my good friend. Now fuck her!”

David obeyed and slammed his cock in and out of her cunt with brutal vigor. Her ass slapped and jiggled against his hips. “Hey, don’t leave me alone over here,” David called over his shoulder. “I can go for hours, someone come over here and fill up her throat.” David motioned to the TV beside him.

Renato rushed forward and in a matter of moments was face fucking the dead girl.

Watching the two men go at it, Vittorio threw back his head and laughed. *

David wasn’t exactly lying about his stamina. Renato sat at one of the student desks, leaned back and panting. He had just cum for a fourth time down the dead woman’s throat. David’s back and ass glistened with sweat but his face, mouth hanging open and his eyes crossed slightly, was locked in ecstasy. The man’s thrusting never slowed, he was lost in the pure bliss of pussy.

Jake had gone two more rounds in the throat and currently Vittorio’s hairy ass was flexing as he ravaged the abused mouth for a second time.

“Fuck, it’s happening,” David grunted, coming out of his goon state.

Vittorio looked over at the bull of a man. “Fill her up, David.”

“Fuck, here I go!” David pushed his cock as deep as humanly possible. His thighs shook and his ass clinched. Inside the pussy his cock throbbed against its walls, flooding it with hot cum. With a grunt David pulled away, a long chord of cum trailing from his cock, and plopped down into a chair. His thick shaft was already deflating and flopped between his legs. “Goddamn.” He gasped. “I could use a fag right now.”

Vittorio pulled his cock out of the mouth and turned to the tired group. The older man’s cock head dribbled with a string of cum. “The four of us have bonded in the oldest and most primal of ceremonies.” His three companions listened closely. “We’ve been trapped and manipulated, but that is about to change for us. I finally have mastered a spell that will break you free of the mental shackles of this place.” He motioned for them to come close.

They stood and joined him.

“More ceremony is required,” he said. “The three of you will kneel before me.”

They obeyed. Jake, who was in the middle, was eye level with the man’s fat floppy cock. He tried no to stare.

Vittorio looked down at the young Korean man and spoke an incantation. When he finished he ordered. “Now, kiss my cock, and stand up.”

Jake hesitated for a moment but leaned forward and let his lips gently part over the man’s cockhead. Then he stood.

Vitorrio said, “I now declare you awakened.” He put a finger on Jake’s forehead and the spot glowed with a small ruin before fading back into skin.

Jake’s head swam and he nearly toppled over.

Vittorio caught him and held him steady. “I won’t explain everything to you, as you must learn on your own, but I will warn you that many strange things are going to occur as you grow into this power.”

Jake gathered his strength and stood on his own. David and Renato, still crouching, watched the exchange.

“We will meet again,” Vittorio said. Then he shifted to stand in front of Renato. He repeated the incantation and ordered Renato to kiss his cock. The young man sighed and leaned forward, barely brushing his lips against the organ. Vittorio ordered him to stand and completed the ritual. Renato almost collapsed too but once the ruin faded from his forehead he collected his legs under him.

Finally it was David’s turn and when he was ordered to kiss Vitorrio’s cock, he didn’t hesitate, instead he spent a few moments sucking at it. Finally he stood and Vittorio etched the rune into his forehead. David barely stumbled.

“I’m about to close this trial,” Vittorio warned. “You’ll find yourselves back at a campfire but from now on there will be no risk to your memories and you’ll slowly find a way to bend this realm closer to your will.”

“This has been fucking epic, dude,” Renanto cheered, his voice muffled by the fog.

Black fog was gathered around the men. The last glimpse Jake took in before the darkness took him was the dead girl’s slit oozing with David’s load.