Hunter's Rise - Pupil Saga
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Chapter 66: Exam 04 - We Will Save The Day ... Or At Least We Try
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 66: Exam 04 - We Will Save The Day ... Or At Least We Try - The story takes place in a world relatively similar to the real-life but with monsters. The main character is a monster hunter called Zara Cromwell. She and other monster hunters gain superpowers through experiments to be able to fight stronger monsters in the future. Warning: the series showcases various kinks and fetishes.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Paranormal Furry Magic Vampires Were animal Zombies Incest Mother Son FemaleDom Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Amputee BBW Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Public Sex Size ENF
The Argento sisters approached the tired examinees like a pride of lionesses.
“Let me guess, they are under control, just like Aritimi,” Zara sighed into the mental space.
“Fuck!” Akemi cursed, “We just fought a fucking monster, we don’t have time fighting a whole pack of them.”
“They’re here because Pixie dropped that n-bomb earlier,” Bambi speculated, “Black people can always sense that. My mom told me.”
“Hey, I thought we died, plus I just quoted my dad,” Pixie defended herself. “Also, I’m Hispanic, so it’s not that bad.”
“Pixie, just shut up, please,” Curtis hushed the girl.
“Are you coming with us willingly, or do we have to use force?” Artamas asked.
Keller’s astral form floated upward from the human centipede.
“Ugh ... nope,” Keller said. “That’s what everyone says. And the rainbow-haired girl even called you guys the N-word.”
“Hey!” Pixie responded, “I only said this about Aritimi ... I mean, my father said this about her.”
“Alright, that means force,” Artamas snorted.
Then all of them swarmed the tired examinees. They didn’t use any special abilities on them, only hits, punches, and kicks, until the human centipede fell to the ground.
“Fuck! That’s embarrassing,” Zara thought to herself, “and quite anticlimactic.”
Then Artume produced some needle-like spikes from her skin and pricked them one by one. They had no idea what was in those, but they started to feel even more tired.
“Artemina, it’s your turn,” Artamas looked at her sister.
She put her hand on Minerva’s back, as she was the one in the human centipede’s middle, and a bright blue flash of light engulfed the examinees.
In the next second, they found themselves in a dark room.
“Huh! They are all alive?” Zara heard a familiar voice as a hooded figure approached. “Aritimi said they had to face a Terror Troll as an exam.”
“They had been knocked out,” Artemina said.
“Great, now let’s remove this plant.” The hooded woman said, and Zara felt the woman’s hands prying her ass open, reaching for the end of the Link Liana.
She wanted to fight against it, but the thing that Artume used on them began to work on her as well.
She wanted to scream as she felt the plant’s whole length getting pulled through her body.
Akemi slumped forward as the plant’s other end left through her asshole with a wet pop.
One by one, they all had been released from the human centipede as the plant slithered out of them.
The taste was just as bad as Zara expected, but she couldn’t vomit since her throat and mouth were full.
Once the liana had been pulled out of her ass, she passed out just like her friends.
Zara had no idea how much time had passed since she blacked out.
She woke up sitting in some weird, metallic chair-like thing, which seemed to be a hybrid of a chair and a cage. Metal cuffs immobilised her limbs and neck.
“Ah, our guest is finally awake,” a man stepped into view from the darkness.
“What the ... what’s going on?” Zara asked groggily.
“First, let me introduce myself,” he said calmly, “I’m Ethan, and you are enjoying the hospitality of my boss.”
“Where are my friends?” She inquired.
“They are alive right now.” He answered. “But not them is the reason you are here. My boss wants to talk with you.”
And with that, a portal opened near them, then Aritimi stepped through it.
“Just in time. Help and bring our guest to meet the boss,” Ethan instructed.
Aritimi walked behind Zara and started to push the chair, which apparently had wheels. Zara didn’t try to speak to Aritimi. The instructors during the training and lessons emphasized multiple times that you can’t snap someone out of brainwashing just by talking to them to remind them who they are, and stuff like that. These things can only work in movies.
Ethan led the way as Aritimi wheeled her to another room, which was hidden behind a thick door, likely enchanted with anti-magic spells.
The room was huge, but most importantly, it had something in the middle: a set of 26 tables, welded together from metal bars. They formed a circle around a hole in the ground. Each one had a person strapped on top of it. Naked and spread-eagled.
Green, plant-like tentacles grew out from the hole and were connected to the backs of the people on the tables.
As Aritimi pushed her chair closer, she recognized those people. They were the children of Aritimi’s friends.
Isela was the first she noticed. Her eyes and ears were covered in bandages, her slender form twitching against the restraints as those pulsing green tendrils burrowed deeper into her spine. Her breasts were covered in bite marks, and one of her nipples was missing, chewed off.
On the rest of the tables, the others were similarly in a bad shape: Legend’s wrists were clamped so tightly that her fingers had turned purple. Exene’s body was covered in cuts and bruises; her mouth was sewn shut. Julian’s cock was painfully erect, and the base was tied, preventing him from cumming while his balls were swollen to the size of oranges. And so on...
“What the fuck did you do to them, you monster?!” Zara snapped.
“It wasn’t me. It was mostly David’s idea.” Ethan explained, “And the boss liked his sadism.”
“But why are they here in this thing?”
“I think that’s something that the boss should explain,” Ethan continued.
Suddenly, the mass of plants in the middle of the hole began to shift as something emerged.
The creature was a towering being. Above two meters, and covered in fur. It looked like a female Werewolf at first. Strong physique, but with visible femininity. Her breasts were huge, and her hips were wide. She had a long, erect canine cock protruding from her crotch, dripping precum. But there was something very wrong about her. As she moved, various small wolf-heads appeared across her body before shifting back into flesh and fur; even her nipples turned into snarling heads for a second as she approached Zara. A plant tentacle was connected to her spine as well.
“Welcome, Miss Cromwell,” the monster greeted her.
She stayed silent.
“Oh, so you give me the silent treatment,” she chuckled. “Back in the days, hunters always threw some quippy one-liners at us.”
“Just tell me what fuck is going on,” Zara hissed. “Is this shit grown out of you?”
“You mean the plant? No, I’m just using its powers,” she answered with a shrug. “But let me introduce myself first. I am Luparegina Monstrorum. I wouldn’t be surprised if not even you, one of the pupils of Aritimi, heard about me. The HSA did a great job at keeping my existence a secret.”
“I actually heard about you. The legendary fight between you and Artemis created the Wolf Lake long ago.”
“Oh,” her brow raised, “indeed, it was legendary, even to a monster like me. It was the first time I realized that humans with those augmentations are actually tougher than one would assume. Luckily, I learned from that mistake.”
Zara’s gaze fell back on the tables.
“What are you doing with them?” She asked. “They don’t look brainwashed like Aritimi and her sisters.”
“Good observation,” Luparegina purred, running a clawed hand down her own thigh, her fur rippling like water as another wolf-head bulged beneath her skin before vanishing. “This plant is a special weapon from the Abyss. It’s called Bloodline Branch, and before you point it out, yes, it’s not a branch but more of a vine; those who named it like to give alliterating names to things.”
Zara’s thoughts were racing.
“Let me guess, those connected to the Bloodline Branch are used as antennae for you to take control over their family members.” Zara speculated, “Is that some kind of biokinetic link?”
“Another great observation,” Luparegina growled, her voice thick with amusement as she walked toward Julian, her pussy hovering above his erection before impaling herself onto him. The wolf-heads along her thighs twitched with pleasure as he screamed through clenched teeth, still unable to release. “But we can’t control these ones. The reason they are staying silent is that David sewed that blue-haired chick’s mouth shut because she was crying too loudly. Then he told them he would do the same with all of them if they wouldn’t shut up.”
“So that’s your great plan? Enslaving monster hunters to do your dirty work?” Zara glared at her.
“Oh, I originally planned to use an army of monsters, but as it turned out, augmented humans can reach greater levels of power if they are handled properly. I’m using your fellow hunters to do my bidding, yes. After all, I have to admit that Artemis made me appreciate the power of humans. Or to be accurate, the united powers of humans and monsters.” She chuckled as she rode Julian’s cock, grinding her hips with slow, deliberate movements that made him whimper. “And now I have you, Zara Cromwell.”
“You can brainwash me as much as you want, I’m not gonna be your lap dog.” She replied. “I’d rather turn myself into a pile of goo and live the rest of my life like that guy who has no mouth and must scream.”
“I have no such plans with you,” she shook her head while jerking her cock, “I want you to join my side willingly. As an ally, not as a puppet.”
“Not going to happen,” Zara said simply, “Why would I join you to begin with?”
“Look, my plan is not something like dominating the world; I know it’s not that easy,” she answered, bouncing harder on Julian’s cock, making his swollen balls slap against the table with wet thuds. “I want to attack the HSA to plant fear into humanity’s heart, the way monsters did it in the old times. And once it happens, I will be celebrated across the whole Abyss as the one who humiliated the HSA. The one who brought back the fear of monsters. A lot of doors will open for me and my allies like you.”
“I’m not interested in being a celebrity in the monster world.” She responded. Even the idea that she would be interested in that offended her.
“And what if this would help you find your mother?” Luparegina grinned, her canine cock twitching as she paused mid-thrust on Julian’s agonized body. The words hung in the air like a blade. Zara’s breath caught.
“Fuck off,” Zara answered after a little thinking. Of course, she was thinking about finding her mother one day, but she knew that selling her soul to a monster wouldn’t help at all. She’d just end up walking into a trap.
“I did my homework about you and your friends,” the she-wolf continued, pumping Julian’s cock deeper inside her with each slow, torturous rock of her hips. The boy’s muffled screams vibrated through his pursed lips as fresh tears streaked his face. “Your mother didn’t just vanish because of some random beast. She was snatched by somebody from the Abyss. Trust me, I know how they do that.” Luparegina’s fur rippled, a dozen wolf-heads surging beneath her skin before sinking back, her entire body shuddering with pleasure as Julian’s swollen balls slapped against the table.
“I can help you find her, but you have to help me first,” the wolf-woman said, giving her a serious look. She knew exactly how badly Zara wanted to find her mother.
“Zara!” She heard her name being shouted. If she weren’t strapped into the chair, she would have jumped out of it.
“Just accept her offer,” she heard the oddly familiar voice again. It didn’t come from any direction. She heard it in her head. “If you want to get out of that chair, you have to do what she says.”