**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 248: Conclusion of the First Round
“Aaaand Number Ten! Beating both her opponents to death with nothing but her fists! Impressive!” Thelicia commented. “No doubt, she would have been one of the first to advance if not for all the time-wasting by the other two in her bracket. As it is, she advances to the next round with only a couple of minutes left. Perhaps she would’ve been served well to borrow Number Seven’s tactic?
That leaves us with… Oh, she’s still at it?”
With the fighting in the arena drawing to a close, one participant kept delaying the moment of her victory.
“PHLEEAAAAAASHH! EEEEEND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!” Aldrich bawled with a contorted, mutilated face, covered in open wounds, blood, and tears. His body was torn to shreds. In several places, the meat was ripped clean off, all the way to the bone. Aldrich continued to beg for the end, but neither the bald eagle nor its master showed any mercy. “I WAS-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WRONG! COWARD! BUAHAHAAAAA!! PATHETIC!! PLEASE MERCY!! PLEASE-UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! ANYTHING! I’LL DO ANYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!”
“Bring George back to life!” Uma demanded and gave her summon the signal to snap and eat another of Aldrich’s fingers. He had only two remaining on his left hand, and three toes on his right foot.
“Hey, hey, hey, she couldn’t be one of the Anderson’s, could she?” someone in the crowd spoke when the giant sphere’s screen returned to Uma.
“Who?”
“They used to be a powerful clan, until Lord Belmot The Great all but eradicated them!”
“Wasn’t that like fifty years ago?”
“Yeah, why would you even think of that clan? Were they known for their white and blue outfits?”
“N-no, I just… Whenever me and my sister caused trouble, our granddad would tell horror stories about how the Andersons and describe in vivid detail the day-long torture techniques they developed that prevented the victims from dying or even passing out! He used to grumble how their kids would never even think of misbehaving after they lost a toe or two.”
“Woah, how old were you?”
“Seven.”
“… Your granddad was a real piece of shit!”
“It looks like Number Fifty plans to torture her opponent until the very end,” Thelicia commented. “With all the worthwhile fights already over, and the other fifteen participants already decided for the next round, we’re left with waiting for the moment when Number Fifty finally ends this. A little anti-climactic, but those among you with stiffies for utterly one-sided, ruthless, old-fashioned torture are getting a bang for your buck, so to speak.
“Many of our entertainment booths are already set up, so those of you who wish to skip these last few minutes, please proceed to your local booths. But don’t forget to be check-in at the reward booth to find out which of you won the first *sensual* prizes in this round’s predictions!”
Many in the crowds did indeed disperse to the pleasure booths that had big signs over them: ‘Foot Fetish’, ‘Dick Rating’, ‘Please, Step on Me!’, ‘Golden Shower’, etc.
Meanwhile, as the giant flaming numbers began to count down the final minute of the first round, the tortured man could no longer speak comprehensibly. He simply screamed, bawled, gurgled, and laughed as Aldrich’s brain began to shut down from the continuously escalating torture and inhumane mutilation of his body by the eagle under Uma’s ruthless guidance.
With only twenty seconds left to go, it was clear that Aldrich was at death’s door. His sanity was long gone and he was no longer capable of not only understanding human speech but even comprehending what was happening and why. Only at this point did Uma finally concede that further ‘punishment’ was pointless.
“Farewell,” Uma said and willed her summon into action.
The bald eagle took off the ground with Aldrich’s half-dead body in its claws and flew toward the edge of the arena. With only ten seconds until the end of the round, the eagle tore Aldrich’s body apart and let the dead meat fall into the abyss of the mines.
“Yikes! So, who wants to face this girl in the next round?” Thelicia asked. “Number Fifty, our sixteenth and final participant to advance to the second round! Finally! Over twenty minutes of non-stop abuse!
“If I understood correctly, the whole thing started as something about revenge for a friend or something, but am I the only one who thinks that Number Fifty got off on the whole process a little more than she let on?”
## 249: A Word From Our Sponsor
The masked shirtless man that oversaw Uma’s “match” did not send out flames to encircle her. The first round was over and all fifteen flames around the other participants were extinguished. Every participant stood in place, waiting for what would come next. Beatrice looked around and saw that Olivia did in fact make it past the first round unscathed.
“What a fine selection we have!” Thelicia said with some pride. “With *most* of the worthless trash out of the way, the true spectacle can begin!”
Many people cheered, mostly those that held the tickets in their hands for correctly picked winners of the first round.
“But to ensure that our participants will be in top form for the next round, we have allotted some time for them to rest and enjoy themselves!” Thelicia announced. “After all, who can tell how many will live past the next round? To achieve the best performance, we have found that it is necessary to give each participant something to remember.
“Listen up! You have all performed well enough to separate yourselves from the rabble and have earned a half hour’s rest! Please follow the fine masked gentlemen who will take you to your temporary quarters. Oh, and don’t forget to inform them of your preferences for a partner. Male or female! We’ve had a particularly great surge of capable and *eager* volunteers which guarantees no less than two for each victor!”
“Hell yeah!” Number Twenty-nine, the wolfkin who scored the first blood in this round, cheered, high on adrenaline, and excited for some bonus action.
“Would you prefer male or female partners?” a masked staff member asked Uma.
After staring absently back at the mask, Uma finally said, “One of each. As close to Aldrich and Ethel as possible.”
“Participants Number Eight and Forty-nine?” the masked man asked. “We shall see what we can do. Come this way.”
“Can we spend our time with one of the other participants?” Olivia asked her staff member.
“That is absolutely forbidden,” the masked man answered.
“Oh,” Olivia frowned. “Then… Two… Two male partners. With… huge veiny cocks.”
“Follow me,” the masked man guided Olivia.
“Would you prefer male or female partners?” a different, yet similar masked staff member asked Beatrice the same question.
“Ah… Female, I guess,” Beatrice answered after a pause. ‘*Kill three people and earn sex for your reward’*, Beatrice translated the barbaric simplicity of what Thelicia just announced, even if it was a side bonus and not the main purpose of these games.
“Very well, this way,” the masked man gestured toward a different bridge than the one by which Beatrice got to the arena.
One by one the victors were guided to one of the six bridges that led off the arena, toward the mysterious quarters.
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## 250: Intermission Entertainment (18+)
“Woohoo!” one man yelled as he sprinted naked through a golden shower with his mouth open and tongue sticking out.
A series of dozen podiums were erected from which masked women peed down on the men, women, and beastkin who accepted their golden gifts with hands spread wide and mouths open. Some men jerked off, others smeared the golden gifts across their naked bodies. Two women made out, licking the golden gifts off each other’s huge milkers, sucking on the erect nipples.
That was just the tip of the iceberg of the depravity that unfolded across several entertainment areas the moment the first round of the games was over. Even while Beatrice was guided on the narrow path that lead from the arena, everywhere she looked, citizens of Klapsus were naked, half-naked, or just with their dicks and tits out, some of which were furry.
“How could you possibly think that a damn jittering hyena would last more than a minute in the Forge of Champions!?” a lionkin woman berated a naked man who prostrated himself before her. She had a lush golden mane and had sexy leather spandex and high heels, with which she stepped on the man’s head “Have you no sense? Is that head of yours as empty as it feels?”
“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking!” the man cried as he shook his ass with a hard dick swaying between his legs.
“You pathetic little disgrace of a man! You knew that hyenakin would lose, didn’t you!” the lioness grimaced in disgust and dug her heel into the man’s back. “You prayed the hyena would lose and rushed here the moment my tent was open! That hyenakin died at the very start! Did you spend this whole time waiting for me with a hard dick?”
“Yes, mistress!”
“Shut up! You don’t deserve to have a mistress!”
“I’m sorry! I know I’m not worthy! Please punish me!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you!? Look at the line behind you! What makes you so special?”
“I squeal like a little girl when I’m whipped!”
“That’s right!” the lioness grinned and took out her whip.
“Ahn! Do you like what you see, you old perverts!?” a young rabbit girl moaned as she masturbated on an elevated stage, surrounded by a dozen men with their cocks out. “Yeah! Jerk off you pervs! If anyone of you can shoot your load on my body from beyond that line, I’ll lick it off and beg on my knees for more! Just, aHn! After I cum, hn~, ‘kay?”
“Hey! I was in line before you!” one man squabbled with a rhinoceros beastkin that just pushed him aside from a pair of par of female feet. The feet were attached to legs which were attached to a living, breathing masked woman who sat comfortably on a chair with her feet resting on a footstool. However, it was the feet that were the attraction in this array of so-called “foot fetish” booths.
“Nobody cares that you were in line first!” the rhinokin growled. The rhinokin was like any other beastkin of this city—humanoid, walking on two feet, but with qualities of a beast. In this case, thick gray skin, an elongated face with giant ears, small eyes, and a giant horn over his large nostrils. “Just sit there and watch while jerking your puny sausage! After I’m done you can have a go.”
“I don’t want to see your cum!” the man argued back and stood up.
Punch!
“Then lick it off after I’m done!” the man said with a giant gray fist raised that he just used to knock the weakling back on his ass. “Stay down unless you want to lose some of those rotten teeth of yours!”
“Jerry!” the woman on the chair called shouted and not ten seconds later a short young man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Like the staff members in the arena, he had a naked torso, but his mask was red with a black flame across it. The young man was slim, but fit, with well tones muscles and no extra fat.
“There shall be no violence at any of our entertainment booths,” the young man said in a strong, calm manner, looking up at the rhinokin through the tiny holes in the mask.
“Phe!” the trouble-causing rhinokin snorted and then spit at the masked man’s feet, which were also naked, but clearly not the attraction the rhinokin was looking for. The masked man was also two full heads shorter than the rhinokin, which bolstered the troublemaker’s brazen attitude.
“I see,” the masked man said an unchanging calmness and slammed the open palm of his left hand into the rhinokin’s buff chest, sending rhinokin to flying backward at dizzying speeds, knocking aside any bystanders that did not even have the time to react to a rapidly approaching flying rhino who flew right over the edge of the entertainment area and continued flying over the abyss until, finally, landing in the middle of the corpse-ridden arena.
“Thank you, Jerry!” the woman in the chair waved cheerfully to her protector.
“No thanks are necessary,” the short masked man said without turning to the woman and disappeared in the crowds as fast as he appeared.
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