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“Folks, I have to admit something – the station has an official apology to make. Rachel thought that Babequest was just a silly, immature game, and we have proven her right by brutally murdering her via a silly, children’s ride. Our apologies to her corpse. But that means we are at the halfway mark, folks! With only ten babes remaining, things are starting to get a little bit dicier. The hunters are going to have to work even harder to find targets, especially with an arena wide-open. Just a reminder, folks – at ten babes, we give an official warning, which is going over the speakers now. The hunters have also been told that Janet is dead, but the girls haven’t. Of course, we’re now ten hours into the game, meaning that the girls have only fourteen more to go.

“Okay, we can get back to the city arena now, I’ve got one. Ahem. With our dear, sweet monster Janet Weiss having gotten into a fatally close relationship with Teresa – and shame on you, Janet, you slept with her mother – the city arena’s gotten a lot quieter. Of course, the girls there don’t know that, for the most part. Only Adrienne is aware that she’s safe for the time being, and she’s taking advantage to rest and recover from her ordeal.” Still naked, Adrienne is still curled up by the wall of the crusher, rubbing her recently-discolated thumb gently as she whimpers softly to herself. Her brown hair has flopped forwards, covering her face, as she tries to hide her body from the cameras that she knows are somewhere nearby. She barely listens to the announcement, her gaze focused on the ground. “Adrienne now has Janet’s taser, too, so she might actually have a shot at this – if she can pull herself together. Could be a very violent year…”

The city’s other two girls have had their rest, and are on the move again. As the sun lowers towards the horizon, it becomes clear that Miko’s gambit has payed off. The young Japanese gambler has reached the building containing the city’s pylon, and is now crossing the ruins of the room, her eyes drawn to the collapsed wreckage of the building’s air vents in confusion. Shaking her head, she taps it quickly, then turns to leave. Her massive breasts are barely moving, as she hardly dares to breathe out of fear of discovery.

Sierra, by contrast, has figured out that she’s in the wrong area, but is still terrified by the screams and noises that she’s been hearing. Holed up in a back alley, she shivers and starts to creep back towards where the sounds came from – she’s out of other places to look.

“Not much to look at there, I’m afraid. Most of Janet’s traps have been tripped, and without Janet around to force the issue, well… let’s see how Charlton’s doing in the forest.”

In the forest, Charlton is returning to the pylon, when he looks towards one of the island’s hidden cameras and smiles broadly and cruelly. He shifts direction subtly, strolling through a patch of brush and focusing ahead. As he passes by, the bushes rustle almost imperceptibly as Inaya appears, still following him towards his goal. Her brown-bronze skin has dried after her impromptu swim, and her grey dress – although looking slightly the worse for wear – has survived her trip through the forest. The camera lingers over the curve of her breasts and hips, and the fullness of her legs, as she creeps after Charlton through a large patch of mud.

A moment later, the Arabic babe freezes, seeing Charlton pause ahead of her. Quickly, she drops to her knees in the mud, remaining as motionless as possible as he slowly turns his head, scanning the area behind her. All of her attention is on him as he stands still, and she doesn’t even dare to breathe. Then, he chuckles, lighting a cigarette as he looks back in her direction.

“Is there a little bird back there?” Charlton says with a quiet laugh. “You should know what happens when birds try to follow cats.”

Inaya’s breath catches in her throat. She pushes off her haunches, ready to run – she still has enough distance, Charlton can’t catch her yet. But her feet won’t move. She looks down in horror, realizing that there is something under the mud, holding her ankles tight. She looks up at Charlton in horror, then down at her legs, as she struggles, and finds herself sinking.

Charlton takes another drag, strolling up to her. “The funny thing about following someone who knows the arena,” he says conversationally, “is that he also knows where the traps are, and how to waltz through them. Quicksand, for example.” He shakes his head, stopping in front of Inaya. “Stupid bitch.”

“Oh god.” Inaya whispers, staring at him. Standing on firm ground less than an inch under the mud, Charlton loops around behind her, looking her over appreciatively. “Seems a shame to let you sink.” He says. “You’re a nice rack of meat. Maybe you can die a bit less horribly.” He reaches to his belt, pulls out a coil of rope with a loop on the end, and tosses it to her. The mud is sucking at her waist, now, and she grabs it desperately. “Put your hands through the loop.” Charlton orders. Inaya does, quickly, and Charlton pulls on it, forcing her hands together. Then he tosses it over a tree and ties it off, leaving her hands over her head as she continues to sink. After a moment, she stops, her breasts just over the surface, her lower body trapped by the mud and her arms pulled taut by the rope. Charlton leans in, and forces a massive ring gag between Inaya’s lips, forcing her jaws to stretch painfully. Tears streaking her face, she doesn’t resist, whimpering softly as he reaches down to run a hand over her large breasts through the fabric of her dress. “You are a beauty.” He says softly. “I’ll make you a deal. Make me come in a minute, and I’ll kill you quickly. You can’t, I let you sink.”

Inaya nods brokenly. All that she can imagine is the quicksand sucking at her body, inching upwards again. Charlton lowers his pants, pulls out his cock, and she stares and gulps. It is over eleven inches long, and thick, and he slides it into her mouth with a smile. “Get to work.” Inaya begins to desperately massage his cock with her tongue, tears streaming down her cheeks, as he reaches down to the mudline and fondles her breasts. Every so often, as she licks and sucks and tries to wrap her lips around him, he grabs one of her nipples, and she screams. The first time that she does, his cock slips out of her mouth, and Charlton shakes his head in mock sorrow as she scrambles to get it back inside without being able to use her hands. “Forty seconds.” He says idly. “Thirty-five. Thirty.” When she’s about to get him inside her again, he shifts his position and twists both of her nipples at once, and she lets out another moaning scream. “Twenty.” His cock is hard, now, slapping against the gag, and she finally manages to pull her head back enough to slip her mouth around him. She starts again, no time to plead or hope, as Charlton makes a show of checking his watch. “Ten.” He says. “Five.” And then, “And time.”

Inaya screams around his cock, pleading for more time. She can feel it twitching in her mouth, the taste of his pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. But Charlton has reached out and cut the rope, then forced Inaya’s arms behind her head. Grabbing her hair, he ties her hands to the top of her head, still in her mouth, now forcing his cock to stay inside as she tries to pull away with a cry of pain. He grabs her head with both hands as she sinks, stepping into the edge of the mud as her breasts slowly vanish under the much. She screams as he forces himself into her mouth and down her throat, gasping for breath with each of his thrusts, the mud inching up to her neck and creeping along her exposed skin. Her eyes are wide and frantic, and he smiles, blowing a ring of smoke into her face as her chin touched the mud. “Still no…” He murmurs, pushing her head down into the mud as he thrusts. She feels the mud trying to sneak around his cock, filling her nose as she tries to scream, creeping around her eyes as it robs her of sight. She struggles as he comes explosively inside her, shooting a load of cum down her throat and filling her mouth with his taste. A moment later, his cock is gone, and the thick mud is flowing down her forcibly-open mouth. Her lungs burn, and she tries to breathe, but there is nothing but darkness pressing down on her.

Charlton watches as Inaya’s spasming fingers pass out of sight into the mud, and steps back. He tosses his cigarette into the mud after her, and turns away without a word as he re-zips his pants.