The match Begins

Fiona looked around as the game began. She stood in an empty reception area, the exit gate sealed behind her. Making sense of where she was, she quickly crossed the room and immediately got to work on the cipher machine behind the desk. “A lucky spawn can’t be wasted, I have to get to work right away!” Fiona furiously typed away, working to finish the machine as fast as possible. But then, the heartbeat began. Subconsciously, Fiona knew the hunter was near. Leaving the desk, she ran across the main hall to an open door and hid, peering round the corner. Down that hall, a dark shadowy figure loomed, slowly approaching closer and closer. Fiona recognized this hunter as none other than the Undead. A patchwork horror, shockingly strong, and even faster. Dragging a hefty blade across the ground, his booming footsteps loomed ever closer. “Maybe he’s already pursing someone else?” Fiona thought to herself. “Hopefully that good for nothing lawyer-“ she was cutoff mid thought as without warning, the hulking monster shot down the hall in the blink of an eye, evidently seeing her not so subtle horns poking around the corner. Fiona kept back in shock, the monster’s blade narrowly missing her, slicing the edge of her leggings instead. Fiona sprinted down the maze of doors and halls, weaving in and out of passages. “The main trick is to not have a direct path.” Fiona frantically thought. “No clean shot and he can’t hit me-“ Fiona was once again cut short by the blade smashing the wall in front of her. Evidently the Undead was unimpressed with the overdone kiting and decided to go for a smarter approach to cut her exit off. The blade, still impaled to the wall, pined the tattered flap that was torn free from Fiona’s leggings. As Fiona lurched back in horror and attempted to flee, she was stopped as she felt resistance on her legs. “I’m stuck! He’s got me!” Fiona screamed internally, flailing in resistance. The Undead grabbed the leggings strands from his blade and yanked them, in an honest attempt to bring his prey back to him. Fortunately and unfortunately for either party, I’ll let you judge, The Undead did not know his own strength. While his pull was successful, instead of bringing the renegade priestess, he stripped the leggings clean off of her. The torn fabric pooled in the hunter’s hand, as Fiona, now free scrambled with newfound speed down the hallways, and out of sight.

Fiona came to a stop a few minutes later, panting and sweating from the daring escape. She lost her shoes somewhere along the way, or maybe the creature took them along with her leggings. Fiona leaned against a wall and slid down, sitting on the cold floor to catch her breath and find out where she was. “I-just-need a cough- minute to figure out- where I am.” Fiona gasped. “Just a short break.” Fiona said to herself and she relaxed on the wall to rest a minute. Fiona dozed off, not realizing she wasn’t exactly alone. Across the hall, the lawyer Freddy, was watching her with interest. Sure she wasn’t exactly his type, but an opportunity like this isn’t just one to pass up. He could see with her splayed legs that her leggings were very noticeably gone, but the angle she was resting at gave him a perfect view of her midnight purple panties peaking out from them short hem of her dress. Without a sound, Freddy slowly creeped across the hall to the tired, sleeping priestess. He slowly raised the hem of her dress off to the side and let the magnificent thighs underneath see the light of day. Figuratively, anyway. Slowly, he gently, grabbed the edges of Fiona’s panties, and carefully slid them down a small amount before they got stuck. “Of course, she’s sitting down, I can’t get them off without waking her.” It was tantalizing though, the top edge stopping right above his goal, but he will have to wait another time. A new idea did come to mind however. Freddy, grabbed the waistband of Fiona’s panties and hooked the edge on the fractured pipe that was sticking out of the wall she was laying against. Moving the dress back into place, he quickly scampered back to his hiding spot across the way. Looking out of the broken window, Freddy waiting anxiously for Fiona to wake. This was ended abruptly however, when without warning the hunter dashed into the room. Frozen with fear Freddy could do little as the blade smashed down upon him.

Fiona woke with a start. She had intended to rest a minute but somehow dozed off instead! A long bang had snapped her from her nap, and upon a quick check of her surroundings, Fiona could tell the hunter wouldn’t be far. While checking the halls, Fiona turned and summoned a portal on the wall behind her. Stepping through, Fiona was instantly transported to a small children’s room, with toys and books littering the shelves and floor. Fiona went to walk further into the room, but was stuck. Looking back Fiona saw the waistband of her panties stuck through the portal, evidently snagged and not coming through. “Oh come on you can’t be serious!?!?” Fiona cried, desperately pulling in a vain attempt to free her last lower garment. With a tug, Fiona fell back onto the padded floor, however at the cost of tearing the fabric down the side of her panties. Standing up to assess the damage, the violet garment instantly slipped to the floor, now with no integrity. Fiona yelped, covering her crotch with her dress, feeling so exposed even when alone. “Maybe I can fix this, I’ve fixed worse than this!” Fiona’s optimism didn’t last long as the portal shattered, the form of the undead appearing out of the remains. “It followed me?!!?” Fiona dropped the panties, and ran out of the room, dropping a propped up pallet down over the exit. The booming steps of the hunter grew as the undead paced across the room, and slashed the pallet in two with one fell swoop. Fiona ran down another series of corridors and rooms, hoping to lose her attacker once again. Fiona slammed another pallet down, looping around the rooms, with expert precision. Suddenly, the undead changed course, opting to move around the long way and **** Fiona back the way she came. Confidant in her abilities, Fiona went to vault the pallet, but forgot a crucial flaw: her shoes. Lacking shoes the rough wood was dangerous, and Fiona took much longer to vault the pallet than she normally would, not to mention trying to avoid flashing her pussy as much as possible. Thankfully she made it to the other side, but was taken aback when, she felt something tug against her. Part of her dress had gotten stuck on the rough wood in her careless vaulting, refused to leave. The undead grabbed the stray beads, and lifted them up to look at Fiona. Gulping, Fiona realized what was about to happen: Undead yanked, this time with more control of his strength. To Fiona’s horror, half her dress was torn to ribbons. Like a fabric corkscrew, the dress spiraled into disarray, with half remaining on her, while the other half spooled away. Fiona, looked down at her tattered outfit, her navy blue bra peeking out half way, and her womanhood fully exposed below. Stumbling back, Fiona fell against a wall, and quickly attempted to portal through. While she was fast, the hunter was faster. As Fiona tumbled through, only the front half of her made it. On the other side of the wall, the hunter held Fiona’s legs, and prevented her escape. “Let me go!!!” Fiona yelled trying her best to wriggle free. She kept shouting and fighting, kicking her legs until she felt a deep thrusting into her. “Hhhmmmmmph!” Fiona moaned, freezing into place. Fiona was rotated into facing the ceiling, the shreds of what remained of her dress sliding off her in the process. Fiona sat stunned as she felt the hunter ram her repeatedly. The barbaric roughness turned into a rhythmic drumming, repeatedly pouring her down below. Fiona lay immobile as pleasure overwhelmed her, unable to think or fight she continued to get railed over and over by the undead. After a while, he must’ve gotten bored or felt she was subdued; the hunter slipped out of her and traveled to the other side of the wall. Fiona was crumpled on the floor, hot and sweaty, laying in a pool of her own juices and barely conscious. The hunter leaned down and effortlessly ripped off her bra, spilling her B cup breasts out into the air for him to fondle. The hunter grabbed Fiona by her horns and dragged her through the portal and to kneel in front of him. “For once I wish I didn’t have cute horns, they’re not convenience handles- hmphggg.” Fiona was cut off as the hunter decided her mouth was hit next target of choice. Fiona was held aloft by her horns, getting **** back and **** onto the undead’s stiff “sword”. Shaking back and forth her breasts shook wildly, ramming back and forth back and forth. Dropping Fiona onto the floor, she looked up just in time to get blasted in the face with a hot sticky load from the hunter. “I- it’s I am ugh.” Fiona trailed off crumpling to the floor.

Match ended. Draw. 2 survivors escaped; and oddly claimed to have never seen the hunter.