Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33305666-20171019031442/@comment-33398500-20171019141905

“''Well... this is certainly something...” ''

That was my initial thought upon seeing the situation I had woken to find myself in. That damned vampire had apparently dragged me to some kind of game show! Although, since I’d been expecting to just be offed by a blood-starved vampire, this was not altogether terrible.

However, being gawked at by the audience of this show was not something that seemed fun to me, as each and every one seemed to hope that either I would be raped in front of them, or that they would be the one doing said rape.

My original hopeful attitude shifted as soon as I heard the rules for the show: if you win, you end up with a randomly-selected mamono bride, if you lose... that cage: that horrible cage seemingly covered in a layer of bodies – ravenous mamono who had had no luck finding anyone to give them spirit energy. It was enough to make me feel bad for all those girls down there.

However, as my gaze lingered, a devil bug started to skitter up the wall of the cage in an attempt to get to me, a look of absolute hunger on her face before the slick walls of the cage were too much and she slid back down to the group. “Yeah... somehow I feel like winding up down there’ll be bad...”

At first, I watched the bottle spin, landing on the first unfortunate soul to be fed to the mamono cage, dropping him in with a yell just before he landed, voice gone as soon as the swarm below overtook him, to a general cheer from the audience as cameras mounted in the cage attempted to show what was happening to him, merely looking like the mamono in the cage were writhing without cause, not even able to see the poor guy down there. I could feel my stomach knotting in terror at the idea.

Then the next spin came, landing between the two guys across from me. Surely that meant a respin, right? Because they wouldn’t just-

That was as far as my thought got, as I then watched BOTH of them get released into the cage: more fodder for the hopelessly starved down there. This time the camera was able to document part of the event, one of the two visible under the wave of bodies, being raped by an ecstatic-looking werewolf, who almost seemed to have positioned him so the camera could watch.

This scene was met by building terror from me and raucous cheering from the audience “Yeah, that’s what I came to see!” one of the girls in the crowd shouted. “Indeed.” A blushing mantis in the front row added.

As the next part began, with the host saying the CROWD decided who got raped next and who went on, I looked around the audience, able to see a succubus near the front point right at me, running her tongue along her lips. Whether that meant ‘looking forward to seeing you in the cage’, or ‘I can’t wait to smash you myself’, I had no idea, so this made me even more uncomfortable, especially as others followed suit, either staring or pointing at me as they put in their votes.

Evidently, as two of the other guys were released into the cage, again met by loud, energetic cheering from the audience as they were raped on the spot, it meant that I was still in the running to be married to a random mamono in the audience. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what option scared me more. I might be able to recover from even such gang-rape as awaited down there, but winning meant she would come home with me... Then again, if I did end up down there, one of THEM might decide to keep me afterward.

As I felt myself being dropped onto a transparent floor, I looked down at the baseball bats and knew what they wanted even before the host had uttered the words ‘survival of the fittest’. Rushing to get to one of the bats to defend myself from someone doubtlessly considering the same possibilities I was, I proved too slow, and wound up taking a bat to the stomach.

Winded, I now felt myself being dragged to the edge as the other guy attempted to save himself from the fate of that horrible cage. As I finally felt my breath return a mere two feet from the edge, I managed to use my free foot to land a kick on my opponent, distracted with having to drag me along, able to get out a “Sorry.”, even as I was kicking him down into that cage, where he disappeared with the rest as I managed to stand back up, excited cheering coming from the audience.

“Well, well, it looks like we have our winner...” the host then said with a smirk. “Now... let’s see who our lucky lady is who goes home with him... seat 21... row 10...”

As I heard this taking place, I looked around the room: there must be SOMETHING that I could do to still get out of this, right? Dooming that other guy myself wouldn’t be worth it if I didn’t get myself out of here clear, right?

As I made a rush for the fence, a rush of electricity met me, sending myself sprawling back even as an excited holstaur advanced toward the host. “Well now, it looks as if our friend here is a bit of an ingrate...” the host started, flourishing her arms as if this was still part of the show. “Does everyone know the rules for this part of our show?” a general cheer of excitement clearly showed that they DID know the rules, even if I didn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, for those of you watching at home, for each escape attempt made by the final contestant before he accepts his bride, another of our lucky girls shall be drawn from the raffle, and she gets to share in the grand prize as well! Now, let’s have the basket again!” as the basket was brought to her, I could hear the host say “Since it was you he attempted to escape, how about you draw the ticket for who will be joining you to help you handle him, umm...?” “Vivian, but my friends just call me Viv.” The holstaur then said into the microphone.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now able to dimly see the holstaur drawing another ticket, she then spoke the numbers “Umm... seat 35... r-row 22...” the cameras turning now to show a strange-looking wererabbit now bounding excitedly toward the stage where the host and Vivian were standing, looking absolutely on top of the world at the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, dear, a march hare...” the host said with a giggle “...looks like our friend will have his hands full with both Viv and our new winner visiting from wonderland... miss?” “Abigail, but you can call me Abby, darling!~” she then shouted into the microphone, staring right at me, still laying there on the transparent floor, slowly sitting up as I recovered from the initial shock.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, as our final contestant seems to have had the fight knocked out of him by our escape protection, you all know what happens next, right? LET’S. SEE. SOME. RAPE!” she and the audience said at the same time, as both Vivian and Abby charged the floor and rushed me, evidently deciding to consummate the ‘marriage’ right there on the show floor for everyone to see.

<p class="MsoNormal">I had been attempting to stand up as Abby knocked me back onto my back “Don’t worry, darling, just let us do the work~” Abby then cooed happily. “This will be fun~” Viv added.

<p class="MsoNormal">I guess it could be worse...