Part Four:
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“While Jasmine tests her endurance, let’s backtrack a bit and see what’s been going on next door. The planes have dropped five more contestants off in the city arena, where they’re going up against our favorite homicidal lesbian, Janet Weiss. If you check out the top of that building over there, we can see our first contestant…”

The building in question is two stories tall, and a short, slender Indian woman, roughly twenty-three years old, has climbed to the roof, peeking out past a collapsed buttress to try and study the arena as best she can. She is big-breasted, wearing a red bikini that offsets her skin, and her hair is tied back in a long braid that falls down her back. She looks nervously around the city. “Rajani would do anything to escape the marriage her father arranged for her – even come here. If she wins, she’s rich and can do what she wants. If not… well, marriage will not be an issue, I think we can agree.”

Rajani notices movement, and crouches lower to study it. The camera follows her gaze, panning down, then cuts to the site she saw, where another girl, looking to be about 20, is picking her way through the ruins. She is black, with short, fuzzy hair and small, round breasts under her deep blue bikini, and she has been crying. “Clara’s boyfriend broke up with her. Told her she was a useless nothing who couldn’t do anything right. Clara’s decided she would rather die than lose him, and has sworn to win Babequest and show him how good she really is.” There is a short pause. “Good luck, Clara. That’s just crazy enough to earn you a million dollars and a restraining order.”

“And hey, speaking of crazy plans…” The camera cuts to an even younger woman. Eighteen years old, blonde, her hair cut carefully short and her eyes hard. Her breasts are slightly larger than Clara’s, but her body is much more muscular, and she moves like a hunter through the ruins, already holding a broken fencepost as a weapon. “Say hello to Teresa. You remember that video Janet sent in? That was Teresa’s mom, and Mommy’s Little Girl has spent the last four years, I kid you not, training endlessly for revenge. We get a lot of revenge-seekers here at Babequest, of course, but not many lookers, so we figured – why not? Janet knows she’s coming, of course, but it should be fun.”

There is a snicker as the camera cuts to a fourth contestant. This one looks to be about twenty-eight, white, with brown hair that hangs around her shoulders, decently-large C-cup breasts in a sky-blue bikini, and an increasingly worried look on her face. She is sitting on a park bench in a dirt-filled park, dotted with brown, dead trees, watching the sky intently. “But then, Janet seems to have lucked out with a bumper crop of nuts this time around. Adrienne is a member of the Women’s Safety movement, a borderline terrorist organization with a long history of opposing Babequest. She thinks that she’s infiltrated our little party, with a tracker implanted in her to let her friends find her. She also thinks they’ll be airdropping weapons and a way to shut her collar off to her, after which she plans to kill the Hunters, free as many Babes as she can, and escape, ruining Babequest VIII.” Adrienne shivers as she watches the sky, apparently unaware of the cameras. “Sadly, Adrienne’s friends have been arrested and no help is coming. Oh, and the Hunters have her real file, not the fake one. Looking forwards to where that goes.”

“Finally, we have darling Sam, hailing from the cold reaches of Canada.” Sam is a twenty-one year old girl, pale, with long brown hair hanging loose down her back and deep blue eyes that match her long dress. Her D-cup breasts fill the dress fully, and it keeps riding up her hips as she slips into a semi-lit building searching for her goal. “Sam is very poor, but very smart. She’s won a scholarship to a very prestigious university – it covers half of the $25,000 a year tuition. If Sam can survive this, she’ll have a bright future ahead of her. If not… better dead than knowing you blew a chance like that, I guess. And speaking of blowing your chances…”

The camera cuts away from Sam and back to Rajani who, having memorized the layout of the streets and where the barricades and collapsed buildings are, has lowered herself down the fire escape towards the ground. Finding that the bottom of the ladder has broken off, she hesitates, looking down at the alleyway below. It is covered with bits of rubble and discarded trash bags, which seem to coat it in a thin layer of refuse. As Rajani hesitates, there is a chuckle from above her. Looking up, she sees a familiar shock of dyed-red hair as Janet Weiss pokes her head cautiously over the rooftop. “Should be more careful, honey.” The hunter calls down. “You stayed up here for fifteen minutes, easy. I was bound to see you eventually. Now, why don’t you come up and play, and we can make this fun instead of really nasty.”

Rajani whimpers, backing towards the ladder. She looks down at the alley, and then up at Janet, and screws up her courage. Grabbing the broken ladder, she swings down, letting go and falling into the alley below.

And promptly falls further than she thought. As she hits the garbage, it collapses with a ‘whuff’ing sound, sending grey droplets cascading into the air. Rajani finds herself diving into a grey, viscous liquid, surfacing as she sputters and tries to wipe it from her eyes. As she flails for something to grab onto, she finds more of it underneath the garbage bags on either side of her.

“Quick-drying cement.” Janet is lowering herself down the ladder. “Not a good choice, honey. I don’t like giving chase.”

There is a flicker of movement in a window across the street. Janet isn’t paying attention. As Rajani desperately tries to ford her way through the goop, tangling herself on garbage bags and kicking to keep from sinking, she is showing the pain of forcing her way through the heavy cement. Her limbs, already coated, are growing tired, and when her body dips into the cement her breath catches in her chest, her breasts heaving. Janet sits patiently, watching the spectacle. It takes Rajani over five minutes to reach the end of the alley, and by the time she does, she is more flopping than pulling herself out of the half-dried cement. Tears streaking her cement-covered cheeks, she manages to pull out of her dress, tossing it to one side as her breasts flop free, with small amounts of cement along their tops forcing them to stay in the tight position they held inside the dress. Janet whistles appreciatively, reaching into one of the leather pouches that lines her belt and pulling out a taser. “Very nice, hon. Also – fifteen feet.” She points the taser at Rajani, who stifles a shriek as it fires, sticking into the ground. Ignoring the rest of the cement on her, she turns and starts to stagger away, as Janet glances down at her watch. Less than a minute later, she drops down into the now-dried alleyway and gives a thumbs-up towards the camera.

“A good trick by Janet. The cement stays wet until air touches it, and the churning by the victim speeds its drying. Janet is, of course, using our sponsor’s Quick-Flex Cement, which dries in under eight minutes. Quick-Flex – when you need something solid as a rock, quick as a lick.”

Janet strolls out of the alley in pursuit of Rajani. The Indian woman hasn’t made it very far. The cement coating most of her body, and she has collapsed to the ground, one leg raised as if to take another step, the other straight. Her arms are trapped pointing outwards, as if to catch her fall, and more cement covers her hair and forces her head down at an uncomfortable angle, and is spread across her face, leaving her mouth trapped open a sliver. A faint whine of terror escapes her as she watches Janet approach with wide eyes. Behind her, the shadow in the window moves again, further away.

“Good job losing the dress.” Janet taps it with one foot, dropping down to rock on her heels as she looks over the defenseless woman. She reaches out with her taser, tapping it lightly against Rajani’s breast, and the Babe whines again, trying to plead for a quick death. Janet seems less than interested. “Wouldn’t have wanted you to choke to death in it.” She laughs, triggering the taser. Rajani’s scream is high-pitched and wavering, and she nearly blacks out. Janet laughs, and pokes her prey’s breasts. “Must hurt like a bitch, too.” She says. “All those caustic burns from where your skin’s molded to the cement. I bet if I started pulling it off, your skin would come with it.”

She reaches down, toying with the cement across the top of Rajani’s breasts, and the girl makes frantic pleading noises from her trapped-open lips. Janet fingers the taser lightly. Then, quick as thought, she reaches down with both hands, grabbing the concrete and pulling out. Rajani’s screams redouble with the sound of tearing skin, and she pulls the offending piece away. Rajani’s breasts flop free, blood pouring over them as small bits of flesh come away with the concrete. “You look good in red.” Janet laughs, leaning in to lick at the blood appreciatively. She leans in closer, whispering into Rajani’s good ear. “There’s a girl back there watching us. Wanna give her a show?” Rajani’s screams have died off to whimpers, and she simply stares at Janet in terror. Janet reaches down, then winces in sympathy. “Ooh, right. Concrete in your cunt. That’s got to hurt.” She pulls lightly on the hardened concrete that has coated the surface of Rajani’s pussy, and the Indian girl’s frantic screams redouble in pitch and volume as she anticipates what’s about to happen. As Janet tears the concrete free, she leans in, licking in a terrible parody of a blow job as she pokes her tongue through the damage caused by the burns and the brutal removal. Rajani shudders and goes still, unconscious from pain. Janet, straightening, frowns and tries applying the taser to the remains of her prey’s cunt. Rajani wakes with another terrible scream, and Janet runs a hand across her cement-covered cheek.

“Don’t worry, hun, I think the show’s almost over. You can’t take much more, and I want to see those eyes of yours bug out one more time.” As Rajani whimpers softly, too broken to scream, Janet shoves the taser’s prongs as far up her cunt as it will go, pulls her hand out, and triggers her gun at maximum power. She leaves it there as Rajani screams and tries to buck, her concrete limbs and hair keeping her in place, until her eyes glaze over as the constant shocks combine with blood loss to cause her heart to give out.

Janet straightens from the corpse, idly kicking Rajani in the face as she does so. “Sweet dreams, bitch.” She laughs, licking blood off of her fingers. She then starts off in another direction, spending only a fraction of a second to glance behind her as she does. “Now, where did that protester wind up…”

A moment later, as Janet vanishes around a corner, Teresa slips out of the building. She spares a sympathetic look for the dead woman on the ground, but all the other girls will have to die for her to win, anyway. If she’s going to avenge her mother, she needs to wait until she can sneak up on Janet. For now, she follows the Hunter, moving from shadow to shadow with expert training.

“Well, Janet knows she’s being followed, but does she know by whom? Guess we’ll find out. In the mean time, we have one more arena to check in on… and stay tuned for our very special surprise Babequest Babe! You will not want to miss this one, fans!”