Hunter's Rise - Pupil Saga
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Chapter 68: Exam 06 - The Endgame Begins
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 68: Exam 06 - The Endgame Begins - 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
Following a quick shower and a coffee, Zara was ready.
The members of the Crypt Commando lined up, waiting.
“Are you ready, guys?” Artemis asked as she walked in.
“Yes,” Zara nodded, “Did you find something? The enemy made their first move?”
“No, but we found a suspicious individual who didn’t respond to the emergency call and might be the traitor Aritimi was searching for in the last few months,” She answered, “But that’s my objective. You and your team will go rescue your friends. We already have an idea.”
“Bo’s arena?” Zara guessed.
“Exactly,” she nodded. “How did you know that?”
“Not me, the twins,” Zara gestured towards Lun and Lin.
“We know that Bo’s arena is not an official HSA facility, but it’s her private training complex, which means that it’s not registered or protected as much as a normal HSA building,” Lun explained.
“They’re definitely not there anymore, but Aritimi said that the other pupils are going to be used as training dummies for her friends. An arena is the best place for that,” Zara added.
Margaret was sweating bullets.
It was obvious that she passed the point of no return. HQ suddenly called for a high alert on the day of the attack. They got wind of the plan somehow and are now preparing.
Fortunately, they have no idea where they plan to attack.
Unfortunately, she can’t reach Ethan or anyone else from the team.
She was hiding in her secret apartment, but she was pretty sure the HSA would find it soon. Not like Margaret was planning to escape, not right now at least. She was busy saving all her research. It was her life’s work; it didn’t matter if she got caught.
At least, she wasn’t alone. The Zhao sisters built some robots to guard her laboratory and other sites.
95% were secured; she was close.
Then Margaret heard a loud crash; metal on concrete.
She rushed to the window and saw a very muscular yet very old lady beating one of the robots with the remains of another robot.
“Knock knock!” she heard right before the door exploded, sending splinters into the air. She expected to see a wrecking ball on the doorframe, but instead, it was a grotesquely massive pair of breasts.
But at least the loading finished.
Margaret’s fingers froze over the keyboard as the doorway splinters settled. The twin mountains of flesh blocking the exit shifted, revealing Artemis, naked except for the dust clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, carrying a bow and arrows.
“You,” the elder huntress panted, “have terrible security protocols.”
Meanwhile, in the forest.
“Do your bugs see something around the arena, Koshka?” Zara asked.
“Yes,” she nodded, still focusing on being connected to the little creatures telepatically. “Looks like they got some ... robots?”
“Probably the Zhao sisters’ work,” Zara answered. “Can you see something inside the arena?”
A little bit later, the bug girl nodded. “Yes, I see some humans there. Likely hostages.”
“Are they alive?”
“They are in a bad shape, but look kinda alive.” Koshka answered, “I guess they don’t want them to die quickly.”
“What about the enemy?” Zara continued, “Are there a lot there?”
A few minutes later.
A 20-foot-tall mechanical minotaur guarded the entrance of the arena. It was surrounded by other, smaller machines.
Suddenly, a pink blur came from nowhere, piercing the machine monster’s leg, right in the knee.
As the robot’s legs buckled, the rest of the machines were attacked by the Crypt Commando.
Bea’s semen beam attack managed to cut some smaller robots in half, while the Callahan twins destroyed a robot centaur by running into it together.
The last thing the mechanical minotaur saw was a neon pink cat girl, right before she ripped its head off.
“That was all,” Koshka announced, “my bugs can’t see more.”
“Alright, and what about the back-up?” Zara turned to the twins. “My friends will need medical attention.”
“They are on their way now, but they can’t be faster since Aritimi’s portal powers are no longer on our side,” Lun answered.
But Zara barely heard her as she was already on her way into the building.
The whole place reeked of sex and sweat; a humid, clinging stench that made Zara’s nose wrinkle as she sprinted down the dimly lit corridor.
She had to venture deeper, into the place that probably contained monsters in the past. A series of glass chambers lined the walls, each frosted with condensation.
Akemi was the first she noticed.
She was tied spread-eagled to a steel frame, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat and other fluids. Her skin was covered in bite marks and claw trails. And most notably, she was poisoned by something. Her skin’s color went from pale to sickly green, and her veins pulsed black beneath the surface. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, pained breaths; alive, but barely.
“They turned her into a monster?” Lin asked as the twins appeared behind Zara and began unlocking the other glass doors.
“No. Probably the effect of Inez’s poison.” Zara analyzed the girl.
Meanwhile, Bambi was in a much worse state regarding injuries. Her limbs were held in place by thick metal restraints, her breasts still oozing blood from Lana’s bite marks. A big chunk of flesh was missing from them; the nipples and areolae were completely gone.
But the others were barely alive as well.
Curtis’s body was a roadmap of abuse; her fingers bent at unnatural angles from repeated dislocation, her ribs pressing sharply against skin mottled with bruises in every stage of healing. A catheter jutted from her urethra, connected to a plastic bag filled with a pink-tinged fluid.
Dayanara’s ass cheeks were red and swollen (the prints of Bo’s hands were perfectly visible), her thighs slick with her own arousal despite the obvious pain written across her face. She was suspended upside-down, her ankles shackled to a ceiling hook while her wrists were bound behind her back, forcing her spine into a painful arch. Her pussy gaped obscenely, still twitching from whatever torture had left her like this.
Esmeralda hung limp from the ceiling with chains connected to fresh piercings in her clit, nipples, and tongue. Her limbs were tied behind her back with barbed wire, her once-olive skin now a patchwork of scabs and bite marks. A thick metal rod protruded from her gaping asshole, pulsing faintly with an ominous blue light; some kind of HSA-branded electro-stimulator left on its highest setting. Her eyelids fluttered weakly as Zara approached, but she made no sound beyond shallow, ragged breaths.
Freya was forced to sit on a wooden horse (the medieval torture device), her weight and some extra weights on her ankles, pressing the sharpened ridge directly into her tender flesh. Blood trickled down the wooden beams beneath her, forming a slow-dripping puddle. Her wrists were bound behind her back. A grotesque set of anal hooks stretched her asshole wide, each linked to a different chain that pulled in opposing directions.
Gaylor was tied to a bed, “MEGA MILK” was tattooed on her left breast, which was covered in bleeding bite marks.
Hristina was tied to a table, her legs spread wide by pulleys anchored to the floor. A pneumatic drill with a ribbed, vibrating attachment still buzzed between her thighs, lodged deep inside her pussy. The motor sputtered weakly, its battery nearly drained after what must have been hours of uninterrupted use. Her torso arched off the table, her breasts streaked with parallel lacerations, from claw marks, still weeping thin trails of blood.
The dwarf-sized Irish was next. They’d shoved a fist-sized steel ball into her mouth, secured with straps that cut deep into her cheeks. Her body was full of bruises, the worst concentrated around her hips, where someone had clearly gripped her like a ragdoll during repeated use. Zara’s fingers trembled as she undid the straps. The steel ball clattered to the floor, revealing teeth marks etched into its surface.
Jacintha hung suspended with hooks driven through her breasts, and one hooked into her pussy.
Keller was sitting in her wheelchair. There was a tight plastic mask on her face with a tube connected to a toilet’s tank above her head. Every so often, a fresh batch of waste would flush down into her mouth, forcing her to swallow or drown. Her thighs were spread wide by metal clamps, her pussy gaping around a thick, buzzing dildo.
The Lexisters had their mouth sewn to each other’s asshole (Lexi on the front, Lexy in the middle, and Lexie in the end), forming a human centipede once again. A plenty of empty laxative bottles were in the corner.
“Oh, no,” Lexi gasped as her bowels emptied themselves into her sister’s mouth. Lexy’s muffled scream vibrated through the stitches connecting them while Lexie gagged violently, her own intestines cramping in sympathy, her mouth was flooded too, while they were busy separating her sisters. The stench hit Zara like a physical blow.
Minerva had “BLACKED” tattooed on her stomach, and there was a black spade on her left ass cheek.
Niko’s asshole gaped around a pneumatic pump still rhythmically inflating inside her, each expansion forcing a fresh dribble of semen from her overused hole.
A ton of needles were inserted into Olympia’s muscles across her body, each connected to a thin wire that pulsed with electricity. Her jaw was clenched tight, her veins bulging as residual shocks still made her twitch involuntarily. Zara ripped the wires free, Olympia gasping as her body finally went slack.
Pixie’s rainbow-colored hair was gone, her scalp was shaved bald, and her ass was covered in welts from what looked like a riding crop.
Quincy was on a table with some kind of box built around her head. It was filled to the brim with semen, which she had been drinking nonstop for hours. The semen was pumped in from above.
Rexine was sitting on a chair with a big hole in the middle. A horse cock dildo was sticking out of it, buried deep in her ass. The dildo was connected to a machine that kept thrusting it in and out of her hole mercilessly. She was moaning weakly, her body too exhausted to even resist anymore.
Skeletina was tied to a bed. Someone had stuffed her pussy full of writhing Dire Maggots. Her thighs trembled as the creatures squirmed deeper, their tiny mandibles nipping at her overstimulated walls.
The conjoined twins, Tünde and Titanilla, were fused even more through two tubes. A thick catheter snaked from Titanilla’s urethra directly into Tünde’s gaping asshole, recycling fluids in a closed, degrading loop. While another one was connected between Tünde’s urethra and Titanilla’s asshole, ensuring maximum humiliation.
Undine got a thick hose protruding from her asshole, pumping her full of ice water that left her shivering violently, her stomach grotesquely distended with sloshing fluid. Her pussy lips were sewn shut with coarse fishing line, the crude stitches pulling taut with every tremor.
Valeria was one of the worst. Her mechanical arm and leg had been removed, and a spiky dildo was jutting out from her pussy, spinning rapidly. The dildo was connected to a motorized assembly bolted directly into her pelvic bone; whoever did this didn’t just want to torture her; they wanted to make sure she couldn’t remove it without surgery. Industrial clamps restrained her remaining flesh-and-blood limbs, her body twitching erratically with each brutal rotation inside her.
The giantess Welcome was sprawled in the chamber, her feet and hands were bolted to the floor. Her body was covered in bruises and bite marks, especially her ass. A series of anal beads was sticking out of her anus, made from bowling balls connected by chains. Her breasts were nailed to the floor with rail spikes.
Xipil and Xan were tied to a pole. Xipil had “SINNER” carved into her forehead and “WITCH BITCH” into her breasts. Meanwhile, Xan was emasculated. Nothing is left of his cock and balls except pale scars. The captors probably used Julia’s healing power to speed up the healing. Now he looked like a little girl.
The conjoined triplets Yseult, Ysolde, and Ysandre had three horse cock dildos in their shared pussy. Their tongues were stretched out as all three of them were fused with ring piercings attached to small chains. Ysolde in the middle was lucky, but her sisters’ tongues were about to rip off as the chains pulled them towards each other.
“Some of them are relatively fine, but some need immediate help,” Zara said to the Callahan twins. “But I have no idea if we have time or the ability to heal them. Julia is not with us anymore.”
“Why don’t you heal them then?” Fifi joined, munching on the severed limbs of the robot minotaur like it was a light snack.
“What?” Zara blinked, “I-I never tried something like that. Can I heal them?”
“Yeah,” the giantess nodded, “When some of my sisters got injured badly, I gave them some chunks of my flesh to speed up the healing process. But it works with any species, even with humans.”
“So ... just cut off some pieces of my body and give them like medicine?”
“Not exactly,” Fifi shook her head. “It shouldn’t be just random pieces of flesh. You need to focus your power and consciousness into it.”
“Hmm, I got an idea,” Zara nodded, and in the next moment, her body exploded into a swarm of miniature mermaids.
The countless copies of Zara scattered across the floor before joining back together in a pile, and then, except for a few mermaids, they became one again.
“Nice trick,” Fifi chuckled as Zara picked up the leftover tiny mermaids.
She walked to her injured friends and, one by one, put her tiny copies into their mouths. They swallowed the mini Zaras like a grotesque pill.
The injured women convulsed as the miniature Zaras slithered down their throats, their tiny limbs wriggling against esophageal walls in a grotesque imitation of medical urgency. Akemi’s skin flushed violently pink first, her veins rippling like live wires beneath the surface as the flesh parasites worked. The black poison seeped from her pores in oily droplets, pooling on the floor with a hiss while her breathing stabilized into ragged but rhythmic gasps.
Bambi’s body was the next, as the miniature Zara suddenly appeared in her ruined chest. The hunter watched, fascinated, as her own flesh fragment wriggled into the cavernous bite wounds where Lana’s teeth had torn through mammary tissue. Strands of sinew extended from the tiny mermaid’s fingers like surgical threads, weaving through torn muscle in a grotesque embroidery. Fresh pink flesh bloomed in its wake, leaving Bambi’s reconstructed breasts glistening with newborn sweat.
One by one, they all began to heal, not perfectly, but enough to keep them alive and moving. Xan’s manhood remained missing.
A sudden beep pierced the air as Zara’s phone buzzed to life.
“What the...” she started, staring at the screen. “Artemis?”
A little bit earlier, at Artemis’ hideout.
The elder huntress circled Margaret like a shark.
“Tell me, why did you betray the HSA?” She asked. “Your entire life’s work is here. There’s no way you’d throw this away for some pretty penny.”
“Of course, I didn’t do this for money.” Margaret answered, “They helped me, so I help them back. That’s all.”
“Huh! Ungrateful cunt,” Artemis snorted. “We gave you everything, and it still wasn’t enough?”
“My health problems needed quick treatment, but the Council and HQ rejected the plans for the experiments I could use to solve this.”
“Your health issues were there because you made unpermitted experiments on yourself long ago, using the HSA’s money.” She replied. “Other, less valuable people would have ‘disappeared’ or ‘committed suicide,’ but we chose to keep you. But you’re not going to get away with this one. If I were a Council member back then, you wouldn’t be here at all.”
“I do everything for my research. For the future. For humanity’s future.” Margaret answered. “It’s an ungrateful job, but that’s the lesser evil for the greater good.”
“So noble,” Artemis mimicked adoration. “We will erect a statue for you.”
Margaret stayed silent.
“Back to the plan.” Artemis continued. “What are you guys planning?”
“I can’t help with that. I have no idea about Luparegina’s plans.” She shook her head. “All I know is that she needed me to augment all available family members of Aritimi’s friends. That plant she uses works better if it possesses augmented people, I guess. Plus, she probably wanted stronger puppets.”
“Let me guess. That failed kidnapping from months ago was just a bait.” Artemis said. “Several unit leaders chose to augment their family members after this, especially Aritimi’s friends. For example, the second half of the latest batch of the Winchesters just got their augmentations after that.”
“Yes, it was part of the plan.”
The door opened, and the bald, naked huntress, Mildred, walked in, her freakishly long tongue lolling out.
“Did she sing?”
“Not really,” Artemis answered, handing her a paper and a pen, “now it’s your time to make her talk. We must know where they are planning the attacks. You can leave the rest of her other memories alone, focus on their targets.”
The bald huntress sat down beside Margaret.
“What are you...” she started, but she couldn’t finish as Mildred’s tongue slithered into her left ear so deeply that one would expect it coming out through the other side.
“Do you see anything?” Artemis asked.
As an answer, Mildred began to scribble down something on the paper. It was a bulleted list with names and locations.
“Excellent work,” Artemis said, giving her a nod of approval, taking a look at the paper. “Inez, Lana, hmm, yes, everyone’s there.”
Aritimi’s target was the last one Mildred wrote down.
“Shit! I have to alert them. I’d better be there personally to stop her.” The elder huntress remarked, but then Mildred wrote something else beside the initial target. They were seemingly random numbers.
No, they were coordinates.
The realization hit Artemis. These were the coordinates of her hideout, where they were interrogating Margaret.
“Fuck!” Artemis cursed. In the next second, the room’s wall exploded as Brunhilde was flying through it.
The chubby sumo-wrestler Artemae appeared in the hole.
“Mother, your friends are pretty weak,” she chuckled. As she finished, more of her sisters appeared behind her, each one carrying one of Artemis’ defeated friends.
Finally, Aritimi herself appeared, stepping out from a portal.