6: The Game Expands
The classroom air, thick with sweat and dread, shifted as the second terrorist stepped forward—his masked gaze locked on Yassu.
"You're good," he growled. "Let me join. Three-way."
No hesitation.
He tossed his AK-47 onto the podium with a metallic *clack* and stripped fast—revealing a tattooed torso scarred from old battles.
Ms. Lira whimpered—eyes wide between them—but Yassu only smirked.
"Take her ass," he ordered, voice like black ice. "I'll take her mouth."
The professor froze as both men loomed over her trembling form.
Then it began—
Yassu gripped her hair and shoved his cock deep into her throat
She gagged violently, tears flooding eyes
But he didn't stop—pumping rhythmically while the other brute forced lube-coated fingers into her tight rear before driving in rough and full
Her moans were muffled by cock but echoed through room anyway
Each stretch burned—double penetration tearing through resistance she had no power to keep
She sobbed around Yassu's shaft as he pistoned deeper, throat clenching—part pain, part unwanted arousal sparking in forbidden zones even she couldn't control
Students watched frozen—boys hard with guilt, girls crying into sleeves
Arthur gripped his seat so tight splinters pierced skin—he didn't blink once
But Yassu felt it all—the power, the gaze of 150 souls witnessing his rise—and he *liked* it too much to stop now
Then movement.
The first terrorist—the one not in the act—paced near back door. He glanced at them… then away. Distracted.
Yassu saw everything.
Still deep inside Ms. Lira's mouth, he slowly pulled out with a wet pop—
She gasped for breath—but no relief came
He rose naked and powerful under flickering light—and strode to the podium
Grabbed the AK-47 left behind
Click-click. Loaded.
Every student screamed or ducked—
But Yassu aimed true—and fired once
**BANG**
The distracted terrorist collapsed—head split open mid-step
Silence fell like death blanket
Then Yassu dropped gun gently… and turned back toward professor and second man still entwined on floor…
"No," he said calmly. "I don't kill you."
The man froze inside Ms. Lira's ass.
"Why?"
"Because you played." A cold smile spread across Yassu's face. "You're *in* my game now."
Ms. Lira trembled beneath them both—not knowing if she'd live or die next...
And Arthur?
He finally closed his eyes…
Knowing:
This wasn't survival anymore…
It was worship of a new kind of monster—one who turned hell into theater... and made gods bleed for audience pleasure