Plundering Women In The Multiverse-Chapter 34. Death’s Carnal Traps

The hospital room at St. Luke's smelled of sweat and sex. Two women, Molly and Olivia, had changed into fresh clothes. They were ready to leave. The bed sheets were soaked with blood and fluids. The nurse knew what had happened. A night of raw, filthy lust.

"You can check out," the nurse said.

Sam walked in. He had no clue his ex-girlfriend Molly and coworker Olivia had become David's sex slaves overnight. Molly's face glowed, her beauty dripping with dark charm. "Hi, Molly," Sam said. "Feeling better? Agent Block, why are you here?"

"I am protecting them," David said, his voice smug. "Go home, Sam. I will take them."

David grinned wide. Stealing Molly from Sam felt thrilling.

"Sam, leave," Molly said, her tone ice-cold. "I am tired. Presage Paper is holding a memorial this afternoon. I will go."

Sam nodded, stung by her words. "Call me if you need me." He walked away. At the corner, he looked back. David's hand was on Molly's ass. She did not push him away. She giggled. Sam's heart shattered. He shook his head, denying it.

Two Players left St. Luke's Hospital. Mizu and Anri walked out. They had stayed for safety, not wounds, after surviving the North Bay Bridge collapse. Anri, a sharp-eyed Player, had clashed with David before, making her wary of him. "Presage Paper called," Anri said. "We must attend the memorial in their conference hall. Notice anything odd?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Mizu frowned. "That cop, David. He is strange. I cannot pin it down." She hid that David had raped her at the hospital. Instead, she gained a skill. [Item: Dual Cultivation Technique, 500,000 points]. It boosted her strength, but this world weakened her. She felt normal.

"David?" Anri said, eyes narrow. "We should watch him." She was furious. David, an NPC in her eyes, had kissed her forcibly days ago in a downtown alley. It was a disgrace.

The memorial began that afternoon at Presage Paper's conference hall. Yesterday's North Bay Bridge collapse killed many coworkers. Survivors had to mourn, even if fake. It was a chance for Story System tasks. [Main Task: Attend the memorial. Reward: 100 points.]

A pastor spoke. "They are gone, but live in our hearts. They found peace." His voice droned.

David drove up to the company lot. He saw William Bludworth, the coroner, near the hall. He parked, lit a cigarette, and walked over. "Hey, man. Long time."

Bludworth frowned, then smiled. "Hope we do not meet again. Death does not like cheats. You are doing well."

"Will Death hunt me?" David asked, casual.

A car roared into the parking lot. It slammed into a Player. The man flew, crashing into a tree. His body folded backward. Blood gushed. Screams erupted. A cold wind blew. Something evil stirred.

Players tensed. "Survive fifteen days," one whispered. "Avoid accidents?" The dead man was one of them.

David saw a black shadow creep closer. Clang. Something flew. A Player's eye burst. Blood sprayed. He fell, dead. No one saw how.

"Dead!" a woman screamed.

"Someone died!" another yelled.

Police rushed in. They calmed the crowd. David watched the shadow vanish. It was Death, checking its list. Bridge survivors were marked.

"A lawnmower flung a rock," a cop said. "It hit him. An accident." [web:1]

The death was brutal. Few could dodge. Even David barely moved. If one survived, Death took the next. A cycle of doom.

"You have work," David said to Bludworth, lighting another cigarette.

"I am always working," Bludworth said, his smile cryptic. He was off today but came to the memorial. Meeting David, a survivor, felt like fate.

"No help needed?" David asked the cops, acting innocent.

"You are on vacation, right?" a cop said. "This guy looks familiar. A bridge survivor?"

David nodded, faking surprise. "Strange." He dropped hints for the Players. Death was coming.

Bludworth zipped the dead Player into a body bag. He eyed Sam and Molly. "Death," he said, voice low.

"What?" Sam asked, confused. The word felt heavy.

"Death does not like to be cheated," Bludworth said, his smile playful. He cared little for the dead. Only the game mattered.

"What do you mean?" Sam pressed. A bad feeling grew.

Peter stepped up. "What are you saying?" He thought Bludworth was nuts.

Bludworth scanned for danger. "Be careful. Watch your step." He walked to his van, ready to haul the body.

"Thanks," Sam said, polite.

"Freak," Peter muttered, disgusted.

Mizu and Anri frowned. Something was wrong. Other Players felt it. Bludworth was not normal. "He is a special Player," one whispered. "Why else say that?"

Players plotted. Killing Bludworth could earn rewards. A yellow-haired man approached Anri. "Hunt that coroner? Split the points."

"No," Anri said, walking away. "Do it yourself."

"Bitch," he spat. "When I am a top Player, I will fuck you daily."

Anri ignored him. She and Mizu followed David downtown. They needed clues to survive. They found none. Instead, they saw David's car shaking near Le Café Miro 81. Molly and Olivia were inside. Pale feet pressed against the window. Moans filled the air.

The car rocked for hours. David stepped out, zipping his pants. He lit a cigarette, smug. A thug whispered to him. David nodded, gave orders, and drove off.

David was not saving lives. He was killing. He wiped out a rival gang in West End Alley to help his allies. No time to lead, he used his cop status to crush enemies. Bribes kept bosses quiet. Money was power.

Anri and Mizu trailed him to West End Alley. They found no clues. Instead, they walked into a trap. Thugs surrounded them. A tattooed man grinned, teeth white. "Hot girls. Nice bodies. Drink with me, or I kill you."

Mizu shifted into a fighting stance. Not a boxer's pose, but a mix of karate and instinct. Her eyes were calm.

Anri readied herself. Her heels clicked. She was set to strike.

"You are dead," the tattooed man said. "Boys, get them. I fuck them first, then you."

Mizu dodged a club. Her elbow smashed a thug's ribs. Crack. He screamed. She kicked him, sending him flying.

Anri moved fast. Her hand sliced a thug's neck, hitting his artery. He fell, gasping, blood leaking.

"Bitches!" the tattooed man yelled. He pulled a gun. "Hands up, or I shoot."

Mizu and Anri froze. A gun changed everything.

A shot rang out. The tattooed man fell. A hole was in his head. Blood pooled. David walked up, gun in hand. "You idiots," he smirked. "Playing games in West End Alley? Lucky I showed up."

"Number 37359, West End Alley," David said into his radio. "Assault on an officer and drug dealing. Suspect down. Send backup."

He turned to Mizu and Anri. "Get out. Stay away from alleys like this. Or bring a gun." He started to leave.

"Wait," Anri said. "Give us a ride?" She sensed David was hiding something. She needed answers.

"Sure," David grinned. "I help pretty girls." He looked at Mizu. "Have we met? You feel familiar."

Mizu rolled her eyes. "Your pickup line is old."

"No, really," David said. "I swear we met. Forget it. Where to?"

He walked to his car. Men in black suits arrived, cleaning the thug's body. They worked for David's allies.

In the car, Olivia sat in front. She leaned down, sucking David's dick as he drove. Wet sounds filled the air. Mizu and Anri exchanged looks. They were disgusted. David was filth.

Molly lay in the back, limp. Her thighs were wet. The car smelled of sex.

"Sorry," David said, not sorry. "I have a sex addiction. Need women or I get sick. Where to?"

Mizu and Anri wanted out. "Just drive," Anri said. "We will get off soon. What do you think about the bridge collapse?"

"Ask the coroner," David said. "He sees more dead than living. Get out here. I need to fuck again."

He stopped near North Bay Community Center. Mizu and Anri stepped out. The center had a public gym. The car shook again. Olivia's voice echoed. "Fuck me, baby! I am wet! Pound my pussy! Oh, fill me!"

David laughed. "Slut, I will fuck you till your belly swells!" The car rocked hard. They fucked in daylight, shameless.

Mizu and Anri entered the community center's gym. They spotted Candice and Peter, canon characters. Other Players followed, tracking them. With no better plan, they stuck to the plot.

A cold wind hit. Something was wrong. "What is it?" Anri asked.

Mizu's senses screamed. Her skill, [Item: Dual Cultivation Technique, 500,000 points], sharpened her instincts. "Danger," she said. "I feel it."

The gym was hot. Repairs were underway. The air conditioner was broken. Fans spun lazily. Students trained, mostly girls. Workers fixed pipes above.

Candice and Peter kissed. They were a couple. Peter was here to cheer her. "You are here?" Peter said to Anri. "Looking for someone? Candice has her gymnastics test today. She will join Presage Paper after."

Anri nodded, cold. "Just signing up for a class. Where is Sam?"

"Sam is moping," Peter said. "Molly dumped him for that cop, David. He thinks the bridge survivors are dying weirdly. Only he believes that crazy coroner. Black guy. Just a body hauler."

Peter's voice dripped with hate. Bludworth was nothing to him.