Battle Royale (But With Girlcock (And Less Blood))

Story by StickyLongCockings

Cassandra's fingers froze, twitching gently as she let out her breath in a long, surprised gasp. She shuddered, teeth digging into the plush flesh of her pink bottom lip, her chest softly rising and falling. Locked in position for a moment, her legs spread just enough to give her pale, dainty hands enough room to work, the teenager whimpered as she rose higher and higher, her soft fingertips pushing firmly against her little love button, squishing it a little, forcing it up, her ministrations garnering little yelps that quickly grew louder. With an air of finality, her tight ass rose off the soft mattress, humping the air, the silky, translucent sheet covering her slipping and sliding over her sensitive skin.

"Ngh!" she gulped out, fiddling her clit for just a moment longer, trying to extend the waves of sensation flowing over her, desperately seeking to stop the tide from ebbing away.

And then, with a soft, satisfied little sigh, the girl collapsed back into the bed. She dragged her fingers up her taut tummy, over her firm, handfuls of titty, and finally up into the air. Arching her back, she stretched out her muscles, twisting a little as she finally allowed her eyes to open.

What she saw made her sit straight up, the thin sheet that would barely conceal her features dropping to show off her smooth, flawless chest. Though her breasts weren't very big, they held the perkiness of a girl done growing - but only recently. Her small nipples were a light brown that contrasted against her ivory skin. Teeth that had only moments ago been nibbling at her lip out of sheer pleasure, now chewed the juicy flesh due to a nervous habit.

The girl must have been around fifteen, and her wide, sea-green eyes darted about as she took in the sight.

This wasn't her bedroom.

Oh it was a nice enough room - wooden doors, an ornate, gold-bordered mirror, dark red wallpaper and what looked to be an en suite - but that's not much comfort when you realise you just got yourself off somewhere completely alien.

Her neck worked as she swallowed, her jaw tensed. Finally, after making sure than absolutely nobody was in the room - thought admittedly, that's rather difficult when you can't get out of bed to check - she leaned over and opened up the small chest of drawers right next to her bed. Rifling through the underwear there, she found only lacy, frilly panties and revealing thongs. Letting out a little grunt of frustrating, Cassie chose the largest pair she could find, but the purple garment barely covered her up at all. At least half of each moon-white cheek was left bare, and the tuft of brown hair crowning her pussy stuck out over the waistband. She also tugged on a pair of white ankle-socks - I mean sure, she could struggle with the thigh-high purple frilly ones, but she wasn't about to give them - whoever They were - the satisfaction. Unfortunately, her choice in bras were just as limited and, while hers were small enough not to be too big a deal if she went without, she wasn't quite sure what she'd need to prepare for. Finally, she chose the purple ones - but only because they covered the most flesh!

Actually, that was strange. The clothes were all too small for her tastes, but they were the right size. Technically at least. Even the label on the bra confirmed that it was made specifically with her measurements in mind - a 32 B.

Secure enough now - if only a little bit - the girl twisted on her butt, placed her delicate feet to the plush, red carpeting, and walked cautiously toward the wardrobe. These outfits had, lets say, a little more modesty than the undies and she quickly chose the most familiar - her school uniform. It was pretty average actually - a white, short-sleeved blouse and a black skirt that came almost to the knee. She didn't bother with the red and gold tie, though.

Finally dressed, she wandered over to one of the doors. Upon opening it, she found a shower, a sink and a toilet, all perfectly pristine. The other door was locked.

Trying to hold in her fear, she rummaged through the small desk, checking all the drawers and yet finding only pens and paper. She didn't have her phone, she couldn't get out of the room. She was helpless. And then her eyes focused on a brown envelope that matched the color of the desk. She tore it open and unfolded the letter within.

The text, written in blocky, bold font and obviously typed out, read:

Welcome To Queens High. You have been specially selected from among thousands of applicants to be enrolled in this most illustrious of schools. Your goal is to survive with your mind intact. You will find a very special key under your pillow. Please, stay safe and remember: You can trust nobody.

The letter was signed in the sort of flowing signature that is literally indecipherable.

Cassie calmly placed the letter back down before retrieving the gold key from under her pillow, shaped like a skull with a cross coming from the jaw. She

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