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Melty got dressed for what would be her most exhilarating night yet. She took off her clothes.
Boldly stripping in the tent she was guided to before taking out a new set of lingerie for this night.
She chose a bright coloured set of underwear and stockings. Putting on each cloth one by one.
'Cloth', because clothes that were put on to get ruined were more tools than nightwear.
She slipped on her stocking on her shapely legs. A careful glance to make sure they were on right.
She started pulling up the thin cloth that would cover her pussy from between the legs.
Flicking and adjusting her white panties.
Their colour making them seem as fragile as tissue paper. Ready to be ripped off at any time.
The only part with more endurance was the bra used to hold up her chest. It was a little 'game'.
If they were obstructed simply because the fabric was thicker, then they didn't deserve to see it.
Melty finished by wearing a black chocker and adorning her hair. Spraying perfume on herself.
"You did a good job by waiting." She spoke to the person who'd came by early than the others.
Boss Dickhead had come over first to get his fill.
"...Don't give me that smile. Do you think you can handle everyone here?" He walked over and looked down on her. His words were harsh, but the bitch in front could see he was barely holding his sanity.
'Trying to look cool?' She looked up into his eyes from below. Showing her teeth towards him.
The man didn't let her speak any more nonsense.
Covering her mouth with his sweaty hand and pushing her down onto the white sheet laid down below her. He pressed his body against her, showing how he'd pluck her 'virgin' flower heart.
He felt a dominant power over her when laying on top of her. His manhood trying to escape his pants to poke at the nice smelling girl. His big hand was large enough to grasp her entire head from behind.
He let go of her head and stuck her onto him.
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I felt my blood rush from being plastered onto a man like this. Having my body used like a rag.
This man... was this his idea of foreplay?
Well, it was a bit unexpected. The way he stroked and caressed me. Suffocated me with his touch.
I could feel his hands greedily groping at different parts of my body. Unexpectedly a bit gentle.
He didn't rip or pull off my clothes, only stimulating my urges. Kneading with his rough hands.
I could feel the calluses rubbing against me. The proof he never slacked off in his training.
That his body wasn't purely his genetics at play.
I let out a gasp from being toyed with like this. My clothes a little unkept from all the rubbing.
As if he was putting his scent on me.
Finally, he pried himself off of my waist.
Looking down to see me, and making me realise he had pushed me into quite the submissive posture.
"Don't move." He spoke to me commandingly.
It wasn't hard to keep this position. My breath was rough from the tight embrace from earlier.
"You're tired this early? Too bad. Now... take 'it' off by yourself. Show me what you want." He pointed at the cloth between my legs. The panties that were fragile enough for him to rip off if he wanted to.
But was that it...?
If he was trying to look cool again, I was disappointed at him. My hands moved fluidly.
Slowly but surely taking off my panties and revealing my opening. The weakness of any woman.
Just like how 'manhood' was the weakness of men.
"You mean like this?" Rather than acting submissive like he wanted, I teased him a little and provoked.
There was no reason to go along with every little detail... unless he could show me his vigour.
"You slut..." The man looked down and leaned closer to me. Inspecting my body with his eyes alone.
Then came the sudden change.
"Mmph~" I held in my amorous surprise when he brutally shoved his fingers into my dry pussy.
The way he callously treated me made my precious spots moisten instantly. I shuddered.
But he held my legs down to stop me from closing them. Returning to poking at my inner walls.
"You really like this treatment, don't you?" The man felt proud while reigning over me like a master.
I could feel my voice getting louder when he pushed my waist down and drove his fingers deeper into me.
They were too rough!
The way his rough and tortured skin felt across my body was one thing, but if felt different inside.
It felt like my walls were unconsciously suckling on bis fingers. Giving them a deep kiss.
He kept on digging further until he reached the entrance to my womb, then slowly touched it.
"Aaaagh~" I felt a mix of pain and pleasure from his long finger delving into parts forbidden for others.
If it was someone else, I would have slapped them at this point. The sharp stimulation felt painful.
"Oh? Does it really hurt?" A sadistic smile appeared on the bandit leader's lips while circling inside.
He motions around the entrance and didn't push any further, I barely held my position.
But the stimulation just wasn't enough yet.
Not enough to make my pussy cum.
It was at that point he shifted my body and position to sit on his lap. Using his other body parts.
His tongue invaded my mouth, and a hand grabbed and plucked on my boobs to increase stimulation.
Finally, it felt like we were getting somewhere...!
I couldn't help being moved by the 'bad boy' antics through this atmosphere. My body was reacting.
It was different from pure vanilla sex.
Those guys at the Tigerfaun Village weren't bad overall, but they lacked a sense of danger and freedom this Dickhead had. The rudeness and way he'd 'play' pulled me into his pace with force.
It was something that excited me more compared to what my sisters at home looked for in a man.
"Aaaah~" I couldn't hold back my submissive moans anymore. My eyes falling into drunkenness.
It was at that point the beast inside him was finally awakened. He no longer held back his desires.
Grabbing my waist and impaling me with that monster of a rod. 'Using' my lower body.
"T-too much!" I could barely say anything when he kept moving his hips in a violent piston.
Slapping my ass against his waist while pushing and pulling my waist. Using me like a sleeve.
"Fuck off! You're my cock sleeve now. Take it like the bitch you are!" He swore quite passionately.
My screams meant nothing to him.
He ejaculated in my pussy without caring about whether I was on the pill or not.
Three whole times as well. He was practically planting essence inside me like I was a seed bed.
And every single time, I was brought to my climax.
"Too much... Too much..." My eyes were hollow at this point due to the way he destroyed my pussy.
It took a while before he finally gave me room to breathe. I gasped... but couldn't stop my smile.
It felt... so good~!
I wished we could go for another round, but it looked like this was the limit he could go to.
A pity... I still had some strength.
But if I showed that, he might become less willing to tease me like before. Clamming up like others.
"You did a good job..." His tone became gentle for a moment, only to show his malice: "but did you forget about the others?"
That dickhead laughed while leaving.
One of the men who had been eagerly awaiting for me to be 'free' came in without waiting.
He didn't even give me time to clean up before inserting his disgusting manhood into me.
Pushing himself deep inside.
The sorry state their boss left me in made these less than satisfying men become more fulfilling.
Even though it was like beating me while I was down. Did they not feel disgusted sharing?
Or was this some sort of brotherhood?
I didn't have time to think about it at all. The new man inside me also seemed to like being rough.
Pushing my forehead down while plunging his rod into me. Ruining my hair and ornament.
I was about to speak, but he ended up grabbing the white panties at the side and gagging me with it.
"Shut up. I'm on a roll here." The man filled my mouth with this embarrassing cloth and spoke.
The rest doing something similar.
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The shadow of the tent alerted me to what was going on inside. It looked like they were really careless.
Sloppy, even...
To think they'd use up a lot of their stamina to have their way with that pink-haired elf from before.
Although trying to snipe them one by one would be good if this was a video game, but doing that would only sacrifice my advantage. I needed to sneak in while the guards were tired from their 'activities'.
But it wasn't that easy.
These guys seemed professions as bandits. They created a fence made of wooden poles hammered into the ground and ropes barbs. The spiky fence was hard to get over without being spotted.
As for the gaps the guards were standing near...
Not only were they narrow, but they also kept a good watchful eye towards anything that approached.
Having high sensitivity to danger.
I probably wouldn't even get anywhere close without being spotted. The situation was at a standstill.
However, this deadlock only made me driven.
It made me want to grow beyond what I was capable of doing right now. Evolve, assimilate, conquer...
I crossed my arms and tightened my muscles in a imitation horse stance to hype myself up.
Focusing my energy to my Vital Gem.
It was dark right now. They made some fires to make the ground easier to see, but that had a small range.
They're less likely to see anything further than a few metres in detail... That will be my opportunity.
I needed better camouflage and quieter steps.
The only way I could think of doing that... was stripping. My clothes were too thick. It rustled.
Enough sound for a sharp ear to turn their attention when I got close enough. I put it in a bad right there in the bush. Revealing my skin to the cold forest wind passing by. It caused me to shiver.
I could only strengthen my body with the lesser fragment of Golem Transformation from Max.
Regulating my temperature and breathing.
I moved my bones and muscles in a particular manner while stretching. All my moves strange.
I was trying to simultaneously find something I could do while looking through my bag.
There was some underwear like boxers and thinner black shorts, along with a white shirt.
I opened up a compartment between my organs and put the clothes in there, then found my pace.
The real reason I stripped came to light when my skin started to change colour. A small trick I found through countless experimentation. Recolouring myself was simple so long as I had a reference.
I lowered my body, but suddenly stopped myself.
"Urgh..." I groaned when my chest started to feel weird. Like my chest was more sensitive now.
It was only then I realised that my body was still part woman. I didn't know how they'd react if found.
Would they kill me, or do something worse...?
Perhaps I should have thought about that before coming here. There was an uncomfortable fear in my eyes when thinking about the type of thing that joy rider in my past life was about to go through.
Rather than hurting my desires, it made me more certain the path I was choosing was correct.
'Good thing I destroyed things I found ugly.' I told myself... Patting my past life's self on the back.
Since my privates were dangling, the only thing I needed to do was to 'retract' them inside.
My body transformed itself.
The sensitive nipples and manhood folded into my physique. Vanishing from the surface.
I touched them and found that though this transformation wouldn't be able to hold for long, I could still do many things without them there. Like approach the bandit's base with a new coating.
My body slithered like a snake. Going straight to a dark corner where the fences and barbs were thick.
When I finally got there, I let my arms dig a hole below the fence and made my way into the camp.
It was a perfect infiltration.
Now the only problem was assassinating everyone one by one... all until none of them were left.
It wouldn't be so simple...
If they found a body, I'd have the entire bandit group on my tail. They'd never fight fairly.
So I should make sure I don't either.
This wasn't going to be one of the recorded achievements I'd show my parents anyway.
So losing my humanity here a little... was fine.
I got up and dusted the skin that had turned into a body suite after getting in. What to do next?
There weren't any patrols, but there would definitely be bandits having business here and there.
Socially speaking, they wouldn't care of one or two went missing. Only if a good chuck died.
How to kill them all at once?
Either blow them up... or poison them somehow until there was only one or two left to deal with.
I needed to get inside their heads to do that.
Someone who likely would be the easiest to get information out of. Hmmm, who would that be?
"Aaah~! Don't touch me there~" A soul meltingly amorous scream could be heard from a tent.
There was a line going there, so I could easily find some blindspot if I infiltrated from elsewhere.
I turned my eyes and saw the outline of a woman constantly being toyed with, but still finding some level of enjoyment in her situation. It was unlikely she came here through force, so...
...didn't that mean she had the data I needed?
My mind started to race. I immediately chose my next course of action and awaited the end.
It seemed that they were only being given 'one round' with her in order to conserve stamina.
Once that was done, it was unlikely they'd risk anything by continuing this conveyor belt.
I patiently watched without turning my eyes away.
Not feeling any shame whatsoever from watching a woman's private moments with other men.
If I cared about that, I wouldn't have watched porn in my last life. It was only slightly awkward.
My time finally came after a while.
I thought about approaching the tent from the back and attacking her like the monster I was.
But something stopped me.
It seemed like they willingly left her tent alone since she was at the centre point of their base.
It had the highest security, but for someone who was already within their lines, this was the opposite.
I slowly moved to take out the lights hung using stakes in the ground. Then wore my clothes.
Wearing something felt immensely gratifying.
"Hah..." I unconsciously let out a sigh after taking out my clothes and wearing them steadily.
Going from my underwear to outerwear without stretching the fabrics. It felt so much better.
The only thing that made me nearly make a weird sound was when I relaxed my body.
Those private parts I'd sucked in whipped the opposite direction like a rubber band.
Hitting the insides of my clothes and causing pain throughout my body with the ripples.
'Fuck this useless ability...' Although I had once been jealous of girls before... now I hated the thought.
It was only half my body, but the increased sensitivity of my chest felt strange as a former guy.
Like my nipples would get chapped if I didn't wear a bra from now on. Making me feel embarrassed.
This incident was only a small one though.
I continued by walking into the tent as the dampened fires I blew on started to be lit again.
Only the source of light in the tent, which was made by a portable lamp... was gradually turned dim.
Enough that my figure couldn't be made out from the outside. I looked at my target.
The pink-haired elf was wheezing with her bare chest sexily lifting up and down with time.
It struck a chord in my very straight white male mindset. Only... I was a normal guy.
Maybe her face looked cute, but her situation now looked really pitiful rather than sexy.
It wasn't that simple.
He started to feel against threatening her with a knife to her throat, but that was still on the table.
Depends on how she reacted to my presence.
"Hey..." I kicked the body below without showing any tenderness for a maiden: "...You alive?"
All I got was a drunken smile in response.
It was only when she regained some composure did she realise my strangeness and recover fast.
Simply getting right back up.
She didn't show any modesty by covering her exposed chest. Looking at me suspiciously.
"And who are you?" For someone who had been completely exhausted and is still fully exposed from top to bottom, she sure had a lot of questions. If she went on her own tangent instead of answering my own inquiries, I was going to be 'a little' mad.
Enough to shove what was left of her clothes into her mouth and tie it into a makeshift gag.
I was planning on skinning her alive earlier anyway if she had any connections with the bastards.
"Someone you'd best be completely honest with." I spoke while reaching into my shirt and pulling.
A blade created from my rib was pulled out.
This situation should be clear enough for her to not have any words thoughts about calling them.
Things wouldn't look pretty if I got desperate.