The Last Challenge - Gang Rape Galore

[Writers_Bloque]

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This story competes in the Gang Rape Galore story contest.


What if you were at the lowest point in your life, where you would fight and claw for any scraps of attention, willing to debase yourself just to be noticed, to not fade away silently? And would that fleeting moment of acknowledgement be worth the consequences to come?



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The humid tropical mid day was killing the four remaining contestants. The air was thick and heavy, making even resting in the shade a chore. The six remaining women in the tower, supplied with power and AC were on the scheduled break from filming. The game show, a mix of survivor meets Naked and Afraid. The two teams were after the same goal, to better themselves, and reach the Millionaire's club, the huge game within the game, where each seasons remaining male and female winners would join the other winners to help their choice of contestants improve themselves and win.

This season, the new location was a fairly exotic island, that housed a look out station in the Pacific. Setup took some time, and now today's game was about "rescuing" the Women's team from a rickety looking tower. The first man man to reach the top in under thirty minutes would be granted a bonus in the next round, and made safe from being voted off by the audience on t.v. and online. But from day one the problems mounted.

Unsafe conditions, and crew just leaving put the team on edge. Night time, was where the most sanity damage happened. On sited guards, only armed with non lethal, reported to the director and staff that there were strange animal like howls from somewhere deep in the island. Following the howls, an apprentice key grip vanished. Then things started to vanish. Extra rations, gone. Rope, no more. And the biggest thing was all of the clothes the cast had brought with them, vanished.

After that day's shoot had whittled down all but three members of each team, there was an on-air final meal, a feast, made by the trick of camera angles, where the departing losers would have time to eat and wish their teammates goodbye. And once they left the safety of the strung lights and bonfire, the show ended, the announcer talking about next weeks season finale. A montage of scenes from the season and roll credits.
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As the losers made their way to the improvised dock, a scream, then a small splatter of blood, and nothing. The boats, and supplies were destroyed, and the victims dragged off into the woods. The cameras set up had been tossed into the ocean. And the body of the naked and bitchy woman, her medium sized tits moving as she was dragged into the deep brush. An intern came to inspect the camera's, as the broadcast truck, brought to the island on a flat bed barge was in a panic. The young man did not even get a chance to scream as he lit his cigarette, he looked down to see his still beating heart in a claw like hand, and his corpse lifted into the nights sky.

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The game started the next morning. A 3v3 capture the flag/king of the hill naked paint ball game with two win conditions. The team who held the flag the longest would win, and the person who did it would be granted the ultimate team winner award, and while not able to move on to the Millionaire's Club, they would be rewarded a car. And the second win condition was the team to place the flag in their team's camp, and the person to do it would be the winner also. They were given low powered paintball guns, with easily breaking paintballs, to minimize damage to the skin. The sun rose just to the tree top level, the contestants were given the rules, a half finished map, the person who was supposed to finish it vanished days before, and their paintball guns with two canisters of extra paintballs each. The horn sounded after the ladies were deposited in their starting area. The game starts.

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The women lost instantly. Not by being shot, but because they were brutally beaten down and dragged into the jungle. None have made it to the first set of cameras. An hour later, the men secured the flag, when a series of explosions rocked the base camp, game stage. The men could barely hear it, nor the screams of people being slaughtered.

Taking the flag, the timer for the men's team counted down as they sat by their camp's flag stand, the golden flag limply hanging as hollow as this victory was. The three men were diverse and unique. The Giga chad vapid personal trainer who had all of the looks, but none of the personality nor brains. The Large Man, who while heavyset, moved like someone half his weight, but was by far a real kind man. And then there was the self proclaimed soy boy, who hates everything but stuff that is popular underground, who was quoted as being without his flannel made him truly naked, and believes with all his heart that eating anything but bugs and vegetables with shatter the planet into bite sized pieces.

The directors assistant crashed through the jungle, bloody, screaming and half naked. She was supposed to fill in for one of the three others halfway through, for a tragic climax moment. But when she reached the spot to meet up at, all that was there was unused gear. Then the thing chasing her leapt in to the clearing. It was humanish? A woman with the body of a woman, but the features of a leopard, wearing the uniform of the Third Reich. The animal woman leaped onto the woman who tripped and was crawling to safety. One bite to the woman's throat ended her life.

The three men were grabbed and dragged elsewhere.


Once through the thick overgrowth, they were dragged into a labyrinth like facility, that had the eagle and broken crosses everywhere. The fat man was dragged into what looked like an ungodly fancy bed room, complete with a table, and bookshelf. His leg was fitted with a leg shackle and chain long enough to reach the toilet and tub in the nice bathroom.

The giga chad was taken to a human meat locker, to be kept alive for a hunt. He would die that night to the hands of Berthilda, the Polar Bear woman. She ripped him to pieces easily. He tasted as he looked. Flat, uninteresting, all show no flavor.

And Soy Boy was tossed to be almost forgotten in a room of spent men, Spares, were what they were called. After a night of uninteresting low performing sex, they just killed him, and tossed him into the vats of weird chemicals that broke the body down, until nothing remained. Not worth eating.

As for fat man.

It was an all you can eat fat man sex buffet, and everyone was invited. All sorts of animal girls, in heat, decided to try to test his virile worth, singularly, in groups, or the entire compound. The mass gang rape orgy barely made the man tired as he was pinning down a lithe rabbit girl, his thrusting cock had broken the once proud officer. She begged and pleaded, as he put his second load of the night into her, she trembled, hoping he was sated finally, as she crawled quietly to the door. But his large arm, turning the tides on the mass gang rape, pulled her back inside as she screamed in German for help, but the entire compound was in the room pretending to be asleep, but wholly spent, caught in a perpetual battle of bliss and pain.

He grabbed a different bunny girl and brought them both together, and used their pussies to grind against his cock, like a living fluffing sex toy, and then he really did make them pass out after a couple of more loads.

The next night was different. The women started trying to make him less sexually stronger, using everything they knew to make him a fucktoy. Even the strong bear women were defeated, on their backs, panting as every attempt to put him in his place ended with their pussies, so well fucked, they were sore. And when he could not use their pussies any more, they thought he was done. He not so gently reminded them of the other pleasure holes they possess.

Then came the major discovery. The women involved in his first gang rape, were pregnant.

Then the second group, then the rest of those in the compound.

He in the cold morning, would pull the warmest animal girls to serve as living blankets. He could leave. They were not really strong enough for the man who worked with all sorts of animals in his career. But this was fun, pretending to let them rape him, and then showing them the power of his cock, and now, he is going to be a papa. Escape was not an option, even after the studio sent out search parties, and found nothing. No, he liked this life the most, sadly having costed the lives if those jackass, stuck up show people. The rabbit girl he had taken a liking too, was teaching him German, so he could start talking to them.

In the end, he would sire a small army of halfbreeds, and would be buried with honors, seventy years later. The island now a thriving Animal People sanctuary.

[AdmiralPiet]

@Writers_Bloque I am sorry that my first two comments on stories are directed at you, and are so negative.

Maybe it is meant to be that way, but I really struggle with the writing style.
Might be also on me: I have no clue what is going on.
Perhaps a few extra passes of error correction are needed.

Here, and in Königin der Nacht I often have the feeling that parts of sentences are missing. Or something is misplaced.

On sited guards, only armed with non lethal,

Here for example. One understands what is meant, but is it intended for the word "weapons" to be missing? Or was it meant to be "armed non-lethaly"?

As the losers made their way to the improvised dock, a scream, then a small splatter of blood, and nothing. The boats, and supplies were destroyed, and the victims dragged off into the woods. The cameras set up had been tossed into the ocean. And the body of the naked and bitchy woman, her medium sized tits moving as she was dragged into the deep brush. An intern came to inspect the camera's, as the broadcast truck, brought to the island on a flat bed barge was in a panic. The young man did not even get a chance to scream as he lit his cigarette, he looked down to see his still beating heart in a claw like hand, and his corpse lifted into the nights sky.

This reads like the first few seconds of a horror-movie trailer. Just a storm of flashing images. But imho that does not work in writing if that was the idea.
With all opening paragraphs I could not understand what is happening at all.

[Writers_Bloque]

@Writers_Bloque I am sorry that my first two comments on stories are directed at you, and are so negative.

Maybe it is meant to be that way, but I really struggle with the writing style.
Might be also on me: I have no clue what is going on.
Perhaps a few extra passes of error correction are needed.

Here, and in Königin der Nacht I often have the feeling that parts of sentences are missing. Or something is misplaced.

On sited guards, only armed with non lethal,

Here for example. One understands what is meant, but is it intended for the word "weapons" to be missing? Or was it meant to be "armed non-lethaly"?

As the losers made their way to the improvised dock, a scream, then a small splatter of blood, and nothing. The boats, and supplies were destroyed, and the victims dragged off into the woods. The cameras set up had been tossed into the ocean. And the body of the naked and bitchy woman, her medium sized tits moving as she was dragged into the deep brush. An intern came to inspect the camera's, as the broadcast truck, brought to the island on a flat bed barge was in a panic. The young man did not even get a chance to scream as he lit his cigarette, he looked down to see his still beating heart in a claw like hand, and his corpse lifted into the nights sky.

This reads like the first few seconds of a horror-movie trailer. Just a storm of flashing images. But imho that does not work in writing if that was the idea.
With all opening paragraphs I could not understand what is happening at all.

The weapons thing was supposed to not armed to the teeth guards, as it would have broken the scene, of an almost unstoppable horror filled island.

The heart in hand was supposed to slice through the first part of the story, to cut off any hope for escape. I failed to do that properly. Nothing anyone says to me about my writing is hurtful. I have enough pride to accept and work on my writing shortcomings. Thank you very much for the help!

[chloevee]

I was a bit confused by this one and I found the shift from reality TV to sudden violence then to furries tough to follow. That was an amusing twist at the end though.

[RapeU]

I don’t understand why the show would keep going like that with such an extreme kind of trouble. It doesn’t make sense.

Also, I get the feeling that this originally involved beastiality that was edited to conform to the forum rules. There’s nothing wrong with rewriting a story and submitting it to fit with the theme and board rules. I myself have done it. But in this case I feel like it didn’t work.

[Claire]

I think I can mostly echo what @chloevee said. I had some difficulty following what was going on, too. I think the idea to explore rape in a hunger games like survival could be great, but would work better if we had a clear PoV character to follow and understood the context of what's going on better. I would like to see you return to this idea somehow.

As a contest story, I don't see the link to the contest's theme "Two out of three ain't bad" at all, but maybe I missed something?

[Writers_Bloque]

I think I can mostly echo what @chloevee said. I had some difficulty following what was going on, too. I think the idea to explore rape in a hunger games like survival could be great, but would work better if we had a clear PoV character to follow and understood the context of what's going on better. I would like to see you return to this idea somehow.

As a contest story, I don't see the link to the contest's theme "Two out of three ain't bad" at all, but maybe I missed something?

It was supposed to be the two of the three remaining men were left, until soyboy proved useless, then fat man turned the tables on them when he showed them why humans were truly Apex. I thought it would be a funny twisted ending. Again, I was wrong.

[Claire]

I think I can mostly echo what @chloevee said. I had some difficulty following what was going on, too. I think the idea to explore rape in a hunger games like survival could be great, but would work better if we had a clear PoV character to follow and understood the context of what's going on better. I would like to see you return to this idea somehow.

As a contest story, I don't see the link to the contest's theme "Two out of three ain't bad" at all, but maybe I missed something?

It was supposed to be the two of the three remaining men were left, until soyboy proved useless, then fat man turned the tables on them when he showed them why humans were truly Apex. I thought it would be a funny twisted ending. Again, I was wrong.

No, maybe I was just a bit dense. I actually like that you didn't try to hit the reader over the head with the reference you were going for. Very often we, me included, are not very subtle when it comes to using the theme somehow. To take the risk that someone might miss it, I like that.

[Writers_Bloque]

I think I can mostly echo what @chloevee said. I had some difficulty following what was going on, too. I think the idea to explore rape in a hunger games like survival could be great, but would work better if we had a clear PoV character to follow and understood the context of what's going on better. I would like to see you return to this idea somehow.

As a contest story, I don't see the link to the contest's theme "Two out of three ain't bad" at all, but maybe I missed something?

It was supposed to be the two of the three remaining men were left, until soyboy proved useless, then fat man turned the tables on them when he showed them why humans were truly Apex. I thought it would be a funny twisted ending. Again, I was wrong.

No, maybe I was just a bit dense. I actually like that you didn't try to hit the reader over the head with the reference you were going for. Very often we, me included, are not very subtle when it comes to using the theme somehow. To take the risk that someone might miss it, I like that.

Thank you very much. I used to get scolded in school for "not following the topic" not in letter, but spirit. It was the way I could do the prompt and great song justice in my eyes. I could have fleshed it out a bit better, but when Mistress Muse Inspiration strikes me with her riding crop, I gotta write it out or lose it entirely. I liked the part of him using the well used animal women as living blankets, a touch of slight fright as to what does he want to do to me now.

[Vela Nanashi]

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Interesting question, hmm, attention I like for my stories, but not for the real me, so I don't know if I am ever in that situation, but I think people who are in that place would maybe need more than just a fleeting moment of acknowledgement, and I think many may find that the consequences of debasing themselves are not worth the price in the long run, since that can be with you for many moments all your life.

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Improve themselves, interesting. As for those shows, they are not really for me, but still

Seems like a better plot than most fragments I have seen of such shows though

On sited guards, only armed with non lethal is a little awkward for my brain but I get what you mean
The guards on site, armed only with non lethal weapons, ... is easier to read, but you don't have to change the style, just sharing what would be easier for me:)

Probably not an animal stealing human clothing, rations yes, rope also unlikely.

The tv show thing does not appeal to me that much but I feel you are doing it justice in how they do be.

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The naked bitchy woman, who? I don't have one introduced yet. So capture the women and kill the men, clawed hand, werewolf maybe or werecat?

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naked paintball sounds ouchy, but so is clothed painball.

women captured so no paintball hitting them. Slaughter of people we have no reason to care about, though I know with how few words we have to work with it is hard to do proper justice to many characters that are not the core group.

Now we zoom in on the heroes perhaps

Wereleopard nazi eh

Men captured interesting

Low fat Beefcake and Soyboy lost, too boring for the animal women

Guy got stamina and good recovery time I don't see why the women would complain though, he is doing his job

Do love all the creampies and pregnancies

I like that he and seemingly the women enjoyed things in the end. This story is too short and would have done better in longer form, an having things be more expanded, but all in all I like the more fleshed out parts.

However one huge flaw is that you did not stay in any moment for very long, so instead of tasting the beans in the can you described the ingredient label "white beans, salt, tomato sauce" nothing about how they were prepared, how they tasted, and it was not first person (I would have liked that best), you have an interesting idea here though.

There were some glimpses at things that should have been given more focus I think.

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Agree some with the admiral, between the pieces we have there are too big gaps.

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Glad you are not feeling bad about the critique, I have read much better things by you, so I am surprised, and sad that I did not get the better stuff I was expecting, I hope we get that soon.

I mean I know your role play posts have a lot more quality than this

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I also find the twist at the end amusing like chloevee

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I agree with RapeU that in the real world it would be unlikely they would keep the show going at first sign of missing people, but maybe news never got to anyone who could do anything.

I don't think you intended this to be bestiality in the past or anything, I know what you were going for, animal women, or at least I think you wrote this for RA rather than rewrote it

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Yeah agree with Claire, I would want more story, stay in the moment and also for me first person narrative is best.

I think it would make a better medium or long story, with a few point of view characters, maybe make it point of view everyone who gets nabbed, and the ones who get attacked too, though I don't as you know love all the death, and maybe first person point of view of a victim in action movie like this would not work and be too much like snuff, but you could catch the fear and the brief glimpse they get and cut away at death.

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Good that you explained that, I was not even looking for that prompt though, just reading the story

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Yeah refreshing that you trust your readers to get what is going on with the prompt

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Bad teachers, should not scold kids like that, read what they write and then critique that