The Rematch Fic: Bad End 4 - The Losers' Chess Club

“Talia?” Denise then chuckles. “I wonder where Master Evan sent the insolent bitch now. Is she in this building? Or did Master Evan send her to a circus? Or maybe he sold her to a sleazy pervert?”

“Don’t play with me, Denise. Answer my question!”

“Haven’t I already answered your question, Nate? Truthfully, I wasn’t privy to where Talia was now. You know, being one of the most popular whore in this establishment means I’m so busy to think about the bitch. You are better off asking one of our friends on the third floor. Granted, you need to be a special member to go to the third floor.”

One of our friends? Abby?

“I am. I am a Special member with 1 hour of freedom. What is the difference between a regular special member and mine?” Nathan asked.

Denise’s eyes opened wide for a moment, and then her expression returned to normal the next moment. “Did someone tell you that the two are different?”

“Yes, Malia told me that I’m a ‘special’ special member.”

“I can’t tell you the details, but I can give you a clue: it’s a time limit, and the consequence of passing the time limit. Just spend your time limit if you want to know how it's different from the regular special member. Master Evan wants you to enjoy yourself for one hour.”

Bullshit. Nathan didn’t believe that Evan wanted him to enjoy himself, but he had **** but to go to the third floor. According to Denise, Abby on the third floor was his best bet to find out about Talia.

After getting his answer, Nathan no longer wanted to remain in the room with Denise, seeing the goth girl who was one of his former best friends being turned into a BDSM loving whore was not a pleasant feeling. He could only take so much heartbreak, and Nathan was certain that whatever was waiting for him on the third floor would not be better.

The staircase to the third floor was guarded by Luna. She was dressed in a blue sexed up police uniform made of latex. She had a utility belt strapped to her waist. It’s a bit ironic because the first impression he got from Luna when she appeared on the video Evan sent him before the rematch was that she was a rebellious alt girl, the type that usually hate law enforcers like the police. Granted, there was some difference between an actual police officer and whatever her job here. He could see why Evan made her a guard here. With her tattooed sleeves in full display, and a face full of piercings, she gave an intimidating feeling, even with the sexed up fetish version of the police uniform.

Nathan was stopped by Luna.

“The third floor can only be accessed by special members.”

“I am a special member with one hour of freedom,” Nathan replied.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Nathan Greene.”

She took out a little notebook from one of her utility belt’s pockets, “Nathan Greene. Special member with one hour of freedom.”

“Ah yes, Nathan Greene, you are registered here as the loser special,” Luna said bluntly.

Loser special. Different from Malia and Denise’s answer, Luna gave him a new term instead of sugarcoating it. As expected, it didn’t sound good.

Luna then gave him a bracelet with a small digital screen. There was a timer on the screen.

“Your identification bracelet, you can scan this thing on the third floor to gain access. Enjoy your stay.”

As he stepped to the third floor, it was like he had moved to a different establishment; the first and second floors looked and felt like your typical strip club, but the third floor was different. Evan had made the interior feel like our school. The hallway, the classroom. It invoked a familiar feeling within him. There were still a few differences, such as the classroom door made from metal without any window to peek into the activity within the room, instead of the door that the classroom in their school had. The doors were like those of a secure hotel. On each door was a golden metallic plaque that indicated what room it was: Biology class, Economics class, History class, IT class. Similar to what their school had. He doubted that they would learn the actual lesson written on the plaque.

Unlike the second floor or the first floor, the hallway of the third floor was devoid of people. He was waiting for a few moments to see whether someone came out of these classrooms, but nobody came out. Am I the only one here right now?

It seemed he had **** but to enter these rooms blindly. Nathan kept walking along the hallway to check every plaque; he didn’t know which room Abby was in. But his steps paused as he read one of the plaques that was unlike the others. Losers’ Chess Club.

I should expect that Evan would pull something like this. From what Luna said and this insulting door sign, it is an open invitation from the jerk for me to enter this room.

He scanned his bracelet on the door lock to unlock the door. Nathan took a deep breath to prepare his mind for whatever twisted mockery Evan prepared for him was behind the door.

The inside was almost a 1:1 copy of the chess club in the school. In the middle of the room, he saw Abby. She seemed to be in the middle of analyzing the chessboard in front of her. She looked normal, like Abby whom he was familiar with. She even dressed modestly in a buttoned blazer and a below-the-knee skirt, and not slutted up version when she was under Evan’s control. The only apparent change was her hair. Her brown hair was dyed platinum blonde like a typical bimbo.

Abby didn’t seem to register him entering the room until Nathan walked closer to her.

“Oh, hello, Nate,” Abby greeted him. There was no hostility in her expression or voice.

“Uhmm…Hello, Abby, what are you doing here?”

“What a silly question, Nate? Can you see that I am waiting for an opponent to play chess with? It seems I came too early; nobody was here. I wonder when Denise or Dr. Mallory will arrive,” the platinum blonde girl answered.

Denise is a whore now, and Dr. Mallory is a punk bartender. Will they still come to this place?

“Do they still come here? I mean, Denise and Dr. Mallory had their own things to do. Denise is busy selling her body, and Dr. Mallory is a naked punk bartender.”

Abby’s expression turned angry, “Nate, what the hell are you saying? Of course, they still came here! Denise is a member of our club, and Dr. Mallory is our adviser. And what’s wrong with Denise being a whore busy selling her body, and Dr. Mallory is a naked punk bartender? Are you saying they shouldn’t play chess because of their job? I couldn’t believe you are so prejudiced, Nate.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I was just wondering whether the two still came to the club, good for them if they are still coming here.”

Abby let out a sigh, “Granted, I knew they were busy with their stuff, but Master Evan sometimes gathers us together for a game. Of course, we are not as good as him, and we always lose badly. But Master Evan is the greatest, so it’s an expected result, while we are…” Abby stopped saying the last part.

Losers' Chess Club. Did Evan use them to feed his fragile ego by beating them in chess? But at least Abby was the least changed compared to Denise and Dr. Mallory.

“Want to play a round with me?”

“With you?”

Abby was holding her stomach and suddenly let out a laugh. “Sorry, I don’t mean that.”

“Pfft…” Abby was trying to stifle her laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry…I don’t mean that. I just can’t hold my laugh when you said you want to play a round. Do you even know the rule, Nate?”

Did Evan make her forget I can play chess? Well, the jerk lost to me twice, so it's no wonder he tried to scrub his loss by erasing the memories of others.

“I know how to play chess,” Nathan answered.

Abby’s eyes widened as if she still didn’t believe what Nathan had said.

“Fine, let’s play a round. I will not explain the rules because you said you know the rules.”

Nathan then sat down across from her. Abby moved her white pawn first.

“Anyway, do you know where Talia is?” Nathan asked the platinum blonde girl as he made his move.

“I know, but I won’t fall for your distraction tactic, Nate. If you want to give up, give up now. Don’t be embarrassed to admit you can’t play chess. Let’s talk after the game,” Abby replied.

They continued to make their moves. Nathan finally noticed something weird from the move Abby made. Abby was a prodigy in chess, but the move she made felt amateurish. She had the chance to take several pieces in a domino move, but she avoided it and opened a room for Nate to take her pieces. Nate then made an obvious move to sacrifice his queen to see whether Abby did this intentionally, and his suspicion was correct; Abby didn’t take his queen.

“Are you intentionally going easy on me, Abby?”

“Went easy on you? No, it’s my strategy,” Abby denied.

“So, why don’t you take my queen? You can take it easily with your knight.”

“Uh…ah, I just miss it. My focus is on other pieces.”

Nate then took her knight with his rook in his next move.

“Wow, you take one of my knights.”

Abby then removed her blazer jacket. At first, Nate thought that Abby was trying to be more serious, but when he took one of her bishops, Abby unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.

“Abby, what are you doing!?” Nate was caught off guard by Abby's sudden stripping.

Abby looked puzzled by Nate’s response. “What? This is normal. The rule is that whenever I lose pieces other than pawns, I need to undress one article of my clothing.”

“What kind of rules is that?”

“Nate, you just said you know the rules, but you don’t know these common rules, it’s Evan Rules #2.”

Nate knew that it would not be so simple. Evan wouldn’t just let Abby unchanged.

“So, what if you get my pieces? Did I need to undress too?”

“I suspect you really didn’t understand how to play chess, Nate. Most of the rules only apply to women. I think there is only one that applies to men. What is it again? Ugh…I don’t remember. Really, Nate, if you really know the rules, you won’t distract me with this kind of question.”

Nate now understood why she deliberately avoided taking his pieces or how her move felt amateurish for a player like Abby. Abby was the ‘attraction’ in this room. She was programmed to lose to even someone who was a beginner in chess. She was made to be boastful of her skill, but would make amateurish mistakes and did not take any of her opponent's pieces. The name of the losers’ chess club was literal. Abby would always lose her game.

Fuck Evan. I thought he would beat Abby fair and square, considering his status and skill. Should have expected that the jerk would cheat to ensure that he won no matter what. And when Abby loses, she would strip her clothes.

“Okay, I admit that I don’t know the rules, so what happens if I checkmate your king without taking any other pieces?”

“Evan rules #5, in case of checkmate before someone fully loses all their pieces, they don’t need to strip the remaining clothes, but the loser should know their place and act as a loser.”

“Can you explain the last part?”

Abby became angry again, “Do you think I will lose to you, Nate? Beat me first!”

She didn’t answer his question.

“Can I admit defeat?” Nathan asked.

Abby grew even more furious, “Fuck you, jerk, just because you get some of my pieces, you already think yourself a winner, and look down on me. I fucking dare you to admit defeat, Nate. If you do it, I will not tell you any shit about Talia.”

Nathan realized that he had fallen into a trap that he couldn’t easily get out of. He needed to choose between Abby and Talia.

He came here for Talia. So, unfortunately, he had **** but to win. Fortunately, because all the amateurish mistakes that she made, it seems he could have ended it quickly, with just a few pieces to take.

“Checkmate.”

Nate ended up taking her rook and queen before securing a checkmate, which made Abby remove her skirt and panties. He didn’t know that taking her queen would make Abby remove her skirt. Nathan could see that Abby had ‘Evan’s #1 fans” tattooed on her womb after she pulled down her skirt and panties. Abby was still wearing her stockings, bra, and high heels.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you won. Fine, a loser should behave as a loser. Feel free to humiliate me, do you want me to kiss your toes, or eat your ass, or something else?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because a loser such as I deserved to be humiliated,” Abby answered.

“No, I don’t want that, you don’t need to humiliate yourself, I just want to know about Talia’s whereabouts.”

“Rule is rule, Nate. If you decline, I will just pick one of the punishments Master Evan reserves if someone can’t decide how to humiliate me.”

SLAP!

Abby suddenly slapped her own cheek.

“I’m such a dumb loser cunt.”

SLAP!

“I’m such a dumb loser cunt,” Abby repeated her words like a mantra.

Before she would slap herself for the third time, Nathan managed to hold her wrist.

“You can stop slapping yourself, it’s enough.”

“No, it isn’t, I need to slap myself more to show how dumb cunt I am, unless you have another idea to humiliate me.”

“Fine, I want you to kiss and lick my shoes, and then tell me about Talia’s whereabouts.“

At least Nathan thought that was the safest and nonsexual one that he could order Abby to do. It's better than forcing her to kiss his ass or letting Abby harm herself.

Nathan released her wrist, and the platinum blonde girl quickly went down to all fours. She started by kissing his shoes and then began to lick them as if she wanted to clean them with her tongue. Watching his friend debasing herself and worshipping him gave Nathan a complicated feeling. He liked Talia, but Abby was an undeniably hot girl. Looking at her become so submissive, and worshipping him was hot. Even a good guy like him had a power fantasy, but Nathan felt guilty of exploiting his friend.

Between her licking, she paused for a moment, “You want to know her whereabouts? She isn’t here.”

I don’t need the obvious answer.

“So, where is she now?”

Nathan waited for a few moments until Abby paused licking his shoe again,

“I have never seen her again since the last time, but I heard from Master Evan a few days ago that he was considering gathering the chess club for some event.”

“So, you mean that you don't know her whereabouts, but you just wait for Evan to gather the club members?”

Another moment of waiting until Abby paused.

“Just wait till I finish my word, Nate. Master Evan said he was proud of what he turned her into and considered keeping her for now. I wonder what's so good about Talia that Master Evan chose to keep her privately,” Abby said. She had a longing expression on her face.

Good news, Talia wasn’t sold to the circus. Bad news, she is at Evan’s home.

“Thank you, Abby. You can st—”

Before Nathan could order Abby to stop, a loud alarm rang from his bracelet.

Wait, what happened? I don't think it's been an hour.

“Nate?” Abby's widened. And then she let out a shrill, panicked yell, “What am I doing here? Why am I licking your shoes? Why am I half naked? Did you…”

“Abby, don't tell me, you don't remember several minutes ago.”

“What I know is that I’m on all fours and half naked. What kind of **** do you give me? I can't believe that you are such a type of person, Nate,” Abby accused the boy.

“No, I'm not that type of person you think of, let me explain.”

The alarm his bracelet made seemed to dispel Evan's control over her. But it creates a misunderstanding as Abby found herself in a questionable pose.

“It's Evan. Evan brainwashed you using the chip. We can go out of here and go to the police. We can free you and the others,” Nathan tried to explain.

As Nathan was about to hold her and help her stand up, Abby slapped his hand away.

“Don't touch me. We can report Evan to the police, but I also don't believe you yet, Nate.” Abby responded. She was on guard and wary.

Nathan understood her situation and chose to step back to give her a safe room and ensure he wasn't a danger to her.

“Let's get out of here. I don't know how long you will stay like this.”

“Let me dress first.”

Abby picked up her clothes from the floor. Two minutes later, she was back looking proper and modest, like when Nathan just entered the room.

Just as Nathan held the door handle and was about to open the door to leave the room. Another alarm rang from his bracelet.

Crap. Another alarm? What will it do this time?

Nathan looked back at Abby. She stopped moving for a moment.

“Abby, are you okay? Let's get out of this place.”

Abby smiled mindlessly, and then, she did a cheerleader routine

“GIVE ME AN ‘E’!
GIVE ME A ‘V’!
GIVE ME AN ‘A’!
GIVE ME A ‘N’!
EVAN. MASTER EVAN IS THE BEST!”

Oh no! Not this shit again.

After finishing her routine, she smirked wickedly at the boy in front of her, “Time's up, Loser. Do you think you can take my property?” Abby said, “I gave you an hour, I showed you two modes you can play with: the dumb mode, and the aware mode. If only you were man enough and stayed in the room, you could do anything to the bitch for one hour, something like fucking her before I came out to take over his mind. Too bad, you wasted the chance by trying to escape.”

It was Evan speaking through Abby. Is he controlling Abby remotely? Or is this ‘prerecorded’ response?

“Come here, Jackass. Face me like a man rather than trying to terrorize me psychologically through my friends.” Nathan provoked Evan in anger.

“Should I? I have won. You should just accept you are a sore loser and play your part as my entertainment, Nate. And another thing…”

SLAP!

Abby slapped herself again; this one sounded harder than before. A red slap mark appeared on her face.

“Don’t disrespect me, I can do much worse things to your beloved friends: Abby, Denise, Dr. Mallory, and even Talia. And you should be aware that what happened to them will be because of you offending me. So, from now on, I want you to call me Sir if you face me.”

Nate swallowed his anger. He didn't want to harm his friends, “Yes…Sir.”

“Good. You should have heard from this slut that I plan to gather your losers' chess club for some commemorative event. If you want to meet Talia, she will be there. I invite you to come too, Nate. The losers' chess club feels lacking without you as the biggest loser I knew. I will send the invitation to your home, and some presents you might like, your bitch of mom is now my ‘mom’ too after all, consider it as a big brother giving his little brother a present.”

Brother? After all he did and **** me to call him Sir? That is a sick joke that left a bad taste in my mouth.

“You should go home now, and wait like a good little kid for my present. Night Club like this isn’t suitable for you, you aren’t man enough.”

“Yes…Sir,” Nate ground his teeth and **** the word to come out of his mouth.

To be continued.

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