“Look at that. We’ve found a boorish bastard on our hands, lads!” A slithery, devilish cackle embedded sharp unsighted whiteness into my eyes as I opened them slowly like a sloth to check my surroundings and adjust to the circumstance I got myself in.

A robust, bulky man in his late twenties stood over me like a prideful king, punishing me with his grin that trailed ear to ear. The bald caucasian man in a multi-terrain-pattern military uniform held a thin, slender pistol at my forehead.

I stirred my head sheepishly, counting every head attached to a living human body. They were all staring at me like I was auditioning on a freak show. None of them displayed a welcoming gaze but a demeaning, disgusting scowl that shot out the veins running down the side of their heads.

I wasn’t sure if I was in a lucid dreaming state or if I was experiencing an alternative reality.

But, from the thick east that dried up the pouring sweat on my face to my knees, irritated by the uneven concrete ground that stabbed needles through my muscles. Everything felt realistic.

Just who is the body I am inside?

“The dirty, rotten elf has gone silent. Maybe the fear got the better of the boy and shut down his stubborn brain!” He was mocking my existence, and all the others were following along.

So, the body I’m operating is an elf? And I am most certainly a male from how the guy mentioned ‘he’ to the rest of the group standing behind him.

“When you molest the princess of our kingdom, you are an enemy to us all.” The soldier snickered, leaning down to coat his blood-coiling stench all over my face. Instinctively, I looked away to avoid his shitty breath, but the grin I saw on him made me think he thought wrong of my reaction.

I stayed silent. I wasn’t so sure how these alternative humans from another world would react to a snappy prisoner.

“I wish I were the one in charge to behead a filthy pig like you, but the princess would like to do it for herself.” The soldier scoffed, hinting at his disappointment before shoving me onto my feet.

Painful cuffs cloaked my wrists, and they felt like the snapping force of a hippo’s jaws pouncing on its prey. I could not feel my hands as they were so numb that the idea of having hands didn’t cross my mind because they felt detached from my body.

Now. In a position like this, many prisoners would react emotionally and beg for their lives. Nevertheless, admittedly, I was curious who this princess who accused me of molestation - which may be true - looked like and considered if it was a facade.

It was a walk of clattering sounds and occasionally snorting murmurs. The place I just left was a dungeon especially built for numerous slaves and offered the chance to mine away their lives for a small amount of currency.

The nature that boarded this cliff with a dangerous, gut-wrenching narrow pathway that could have killed me if I accidentally misplaced a foot was peaceful and calming.

A fierce, golden touch of hope and happiness blossomed on the journey smothered in misery. It was a hot day, but I didn’t feel tired from the excessive heat decaying my sensitive skin.

On the way to wherever they were taking me, I was walking on a dirt pathway when I saw a truck carrying a carriage of humans that looked exactly like me; pointy ears and bright luminous eyes with colourful and expressive hairstyles. Well, it was the only info I could gather about how I could look. I am still uncertain if I still look like my old self or if I’ve changed dramatically.

“Here is your first and only time in the city of Ancient London. I can’t imagine losing your life at the age of nineteen,” The man laughed to taunt me, swaying his arms wide to demonstrate a city that looked oddly unfamiliar.

The luxurious city with a rich history possessed the same traits as the City of London I came to know. But as I strolled down the streets - I found myself walking into an entirely different city - neighbourhoods, divided by the financial wealth of the districts, appeared like some roads moulded out of thin air from the mediaeval times and where the others came from the modern times and the future.

Many skyscrapers were spraying its ray of blindness with the reflection of the towering glass. However, some jetted tall and lurked in pure jet black darkness as there were no sights of glass to see but overlapping pressure of rim lights that circled the tedious buildings with triangular shaved-off roofs.

Everywhere I went, people looked at me in curiosity. No matter if they were beggars in ripped, smutty clothes or refined, courteous suits in polished jewellery.

I was the centre of the attention and the centre of the people’s satisfaction to discover a better version of themselves and dismiss the fact I was also a human.

At the end of endless journeying, I erected over the immerse hills and saw an overwhelming flaunt of riches. The white walls dipped to the ground, exhibiting a breathtaking halo that hung over the large mansion, enclosing the maintained opulent garden. Approaching the residence, I felt a glare with killing intent coming from one of the windows. I could feel their blood boiling and the amount of hatred for me.

While waiting for the exotic gate to open wide with a squeal, I glanced at the guy I first saw when waking up in this world. His demeanour felt different? The pride washed away and withered upward into a bubbling ball of a submissive puppy with his tail between his legs, patches of sweat clamped down onto his skin, which summed up his spooked expression.

“They've finally caught you. It seems,” A female voice spoke out of nowhere. I immediately whipped my head around in astonishment as I didn’t feel her presence.

Standing in front of me was a short petite female with an hourglass body figure in a form-fitting white dress with long sleeves, and three high-cut slits, revealing her well-proportioned pale legs and white high-heeled shoes. Her platinum, flaxen fringe dropped above her shoulders, with the rest of her hair bound into fluffy pigtails bounced past her shoulders.

Other than staring at me with her tawny amber eyes with long thick eyelashes, her thin lips were a firm, soft winsome grin as the girl looked me up and down while slanted onto the gate in an enticing confident way as she twirled with her hair.

“The most wanted man, who escaped for three years, is now on my doorstep, ready to be beheaded. Fret not. Your time spent living freedom was short, but I expect it was the best feeling you’ve felt other than raping me. Did you rape other women while roaming freely? How did it feel? Amazing?! Was I not enough to please you?!” She rambled crazily that her eyes started to pop out of her sockets.

All that beauty went to waste on insanity. The girl is insane, no doubt. I know what might have happened now. I’m still foggy in that area, but I feel like this shitty excuse of a human being falsely accused me of rape. I may be incorrect, but nobody with this level of insanity could be a victim of rape.

However, I still cannot come to that conclusion. I may be a rapist I’ve killed many times before. If by bad luck and timing, the allegation has been proven true by gaining the memories of the body I am in, and the girl has shown clear evidence.

I will kill myself instead.

“Knock him out.”

“Huh?” I muttered aloud, finding an elbow absorbing my vision and painting it black.

Ugh.

—

“Wakey, wakey! You napped long enough!” The girl’s devilish voice called out.

My eyes shot wide open, pouncing around to know my whereabouts. A pink, lavish room with childish decorations, dozens of pictures of a black-haired boy in every single pose imaginable plastered along the walls with light pink wardrobes.

The surface was soft, and my exposed body felt like an undeniable heavyweight dropped on me.

“You always looked attractive when looking frightened. It appeals to me in so many ways,” The girl giggled, popping out of thin air with a demonic grimace, but her obsession with gawking at me gave me significant time to adjust and relax my rampant nerves going wild.

Her orange eyes shined radiantly. She was directly sitting on my crotch, holding a steak knife in her left hand. Her flustered, pink breezy face covered my field of view, giving me a limited range of what I could grab on to escape.

Wait, aren’t men prone to be physically stronger than most women? With a thought like that running wild, I drove my arms up only to be punched back down by chains locked around my wrists tightened around the metal banner of the bed.

“Did you think I would let you escape again, honey?”

A cute giggle with a crazy-looking expression will never match up with what she is doing now.

What the fuck is wrong with this world?!

I struggled, desiring to break free. The metal rattled like a crazed, feral dog as I jumped around, using the lower half of my body’s strength to push this girl off me. None of it was working. It was ineffective as she sat there like a figurine model, not moving a single inch and never losing that horrifying smile across her face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..!

“I will have your baby. It’s how a childhood fantasy should go as always!”

“You fucking crazy bitch!” I snapped, breaking down my cool-headed wall.

I do not deserve this fucking shit! For fucks sake, why me?!

What the fuck did I do?!

“Don’t be angry at me. Be angry at yourself for making me fall in love with you.” The girl said in a snarky way, cupping her chin onto my chest to show me her dirty, puppy eyes, plucking out her lips.

You are disgusting.

You are disgusting.

You are disgusting.

You are disgusting filth.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!

FUCKING-

“Looks like I don’t have to force-feed you a pill for your cock to be this hard.” The girl smiled merrily, licking her lips as she tightened her finger’s grips around the body of my penis, playing with it like it was a toy as she squeezed it. Her hand alone was enough heat source to raise the temperature of my body, thoroughly increasing my erected penis as her fingers ran down the veins that protruded from my manhood.

“Do I not look adorable being in a submissive state as I willingly suck your cock, asserting your dominance over me?” She giggled, squishing her lips onto the head of my penis as her tongue reached out to leisurely curl around the head.

“You horrible whore..” I hissed, lost in what I should do in a trap organised by a lusting cat as the girl steadily slurped my penis into her mouth.

“Ah-ah! My name isn’t whore, honey. It’s Carina. You should know that by now, babe!” Carina mumbled like a toddler, smacking her lips after pulling away from my penis as she thought of something else that isn’t teasing a victim, “I guess you’re different from the rest. You never showed misogynistic dominance throughout the years of us knowing each other.” Carina babbled, repositioning herself as she pulled aside her pink underwear.

“Please, do not do this! You won’t gain anything out of it!” I begged, shedding tears that peeled off my skin.

“I know that, dummy! Ever since I hit puberty at sixteen. I’ve been using your cock as my toy while you slept peacefully. Don’t worry. You are the best toy. I never gave my body to other men! You should feel proud because an angel like me with beautiful features didn’t hop another guy’s cock.” Carina exclaimed, bending her knees, leaning her body back as she rested her feet near my arms, revealing the whole of her voluptuous body.

I’m going to get raped, aren’t I?

Whatever, it’s not the worst of what I went through as a child.

As I gave up, I accepted my fate.

Just what the actual fuck did this boy who I’ve taken control over do to get this mental girl to be obsessed with me?

Slowly, I watched my penis get forcibly inserted inside Carina’s vagina, which suffered the oxygen of my penis as she was acutely tight, prompting her insides to expand and adapt to my size.

Exotic moans escaped Carina’s mouth as the head of my penis touched her womb after grinding with the insides of Carina's vagina. Her insides cuddled around my penis like a bear trap, tightening even more as Carina got more turned on, descending her fingers onto her clit, stroking it delicately as more irresistible, sweet moans fled into the tormented air.

Then, she traced around her clit, tapping it lightly to speed up her warm-up. After she tapped it a few times, Carina stared right through my soul with a cunning grin as she started rocking back and forth on my penis, shaking the bed and making noises as her smooth, glacial skin rubbed against mine. Her plump breasts bounced like a seesaw as her nipples shaped into hard rocks.

I don’t even feel great about what is happening, regardless of whether it’s supposed to be appealing. I felt every fragment of our skin touching, but I am numb to that feeling.

“I haven’t even started, and I am so satisfied. That's why I am so obsessed with your cock only.” Carina moaned airily, locking her eyes shut to embrace what she felt was amazing.

Can someone get bored during sex? It was a question I kept questioning myself as Carina continued to please herself without my consent. The more I thought, the more her voice dampened out, and I watched myself plunge into an endless loop of confusion and gloom.

Is it just a physiological episode where everything has gone grey? Even the world has gone grey to this vacuum I felt inside me.

Was I becoming desensitised to the complexity of this scene playing right in front of me?

Who was I again? I felt empty, but I swear I have lost details about my former self and my present self coexisting together now. Has there always been another variant of me existing in an alternative reality?

Maybe, I might have gone mad over the past blurry years, causing me to forget everything except what my name was.

How long has it been?

Not noticing Carina had up her pace as she started rocking on me faster, I searched around the room, looking for a clock. I did find the clock in the end. It was on Carina’s cabinet next to the right side of Carina’s bed. It was pink and blocky and said the time was 3:37 PM.

Okay, this is going too far now.

Fuck this fake acting bullshit, I expected better from a whoring princess, but she is useless as a blobfish.

“You’re awful at this,” I muttered in a monotone, sitting myself up, pushing Carina off-balance.

God, it was boring.

“Eh?” Carina moaned, confused as she darted her eyes on me while pressed onto the mattress,

“W-What do you mean?”

“I said you were awful. The amount of time you’ve wasted has probably been hours, and it is mealtime for me in two hours. I don’t want to eat unsatisfied with this shit sex we’re having,”

“S-Shit sex? But aren’t I raping you?” Carina mumbled, perplexed as she perched herself upright. There was still a minor amount of remorse in that fucked head of hers.

She gazed at me with confused, disorganised eyes, scruffing up her hair as she scratched her head to understand what was happening.

“Yes, and you are not very good at it. For a dominating female like you, you sure like me to be the one ruling what is happening during sex. I should be the docile, weak one. You should be the assertive, strong one.” I pestered with a flat voice whilst searching for a way out, darting my heavy eyes around the room, when I glimpsed the knife in Carina’s left hand.

“Wel… If I’m boring you that much. I can unchain you and cook you up food?...” Carina said in a weak voice, avoiding eye contact as she slowly pulled my penis out of her slippery vagina. It was so easy. The amount of juice that floated Carina’s insides poured out so that my penis stood no problem slipping out. Once it was out, a shivering breeze of wind attacked my penis, sending chills through my spine.

How brainless is this creature?

“Are you stupid? Just like that, a complaint is enough to drag you down and stop what you were doing? My, my, you are dreadful.” I continued to nag. Was it a bad idea to poke at a sleeping bear that could cause havoc at any given time? Sure, but these chains felt like plastic. So it wouldn’t be a problem breaking myself out. They weren’t as sharp as the previous cuffs.

I just need the perfect timing.

“That hurt my feelings.” Carina moaned immaturely, slamming her palms onto the mattress with the knife a length away from slashing a wound on my penis, which would cancel my elusive chance of producing kids.

“Fuck your feelings,” I responded, aligning myself where I was at the same head level as Carina, keeping my eyes on the knife as I dragged my right leg inwards.

“You’re the prisoner here, don’t get too cocky, you bastard!” Carina whined, waving her knife around. Surprisingly, for a female that has lost a lot of screws, she hasn’t punctured the weapon into me.

Oh, I get it now.

She can’t kill me.

That might explain the cause why I was tied up on a bed instead of trapped in some chamber where she would torture me until I was skinned raw of muscles and headless.

She’s starting to act careless, from a serious tone to a whiney bitch tone. I know she is purely sensitive.

“How about you penetrate me instead?” Carina teased, licking her lips again as she was now completely off-guard.

There is a good chance of accepting her offer.

“Squat on me,” I suggested, locking my eyes on her unblinking vibrant, strident eyes.

“Hm, squatting? As in the squatting exercise?” Carina rubbed her chin with apprehension before making up her mind, “Ok, I've never done this before, but I’ll give it a shot!” Carina giggled, making up her mind.

She extended her hand out and pushed me onto my back. Next, Carina stood elevated before shuffling a few inches beside my waist, firmly snuggled her hand around my penis and started to bend her knees to get into a squat position. Just as she was about to insert my penis into her to proceed with the interrupted rape, I had to say something.

“No, no, you’re doing it wrong. Turn around. I want to see your ass in action,” I implied. Nonchalantly, Carina agreed and twisted her body around at one-hundred and eighty degrees, caressing my penis at an angle so Carina could stick it in her.

“Is my ass that admirable to stare? I never realised that my ass was favourable. I thought it was flat and boring,” Carina addressed her worries, turning her head around just as I stretched out my fingers to grab the knife near my waist. I halted and watched Carina’s soft, relaxed eyes widen to insanity.

“What are you planning on doing?”

“I was trying to throw away the knife because I didn’t want an accident to occur,” I lied.

Will that work for her?

“Oh, ok. Let me do it!” Carina smiled like an innocent saint again, throwing the knife onto the grey flossy carpet as she turned her head away and focused on my penis.

Hang on. It did work?

This world, by chance, isn’t run by idiots, right?

With enough suspension, the event of losing my virginity twice to rape was about to begin. I felt a warmth horde around my penis as Carina’s sleek skin quenched around my penis as she gobbled all of it up to put pressure on the womb. As my penis expanded, it filled up all the gaps inside Carina, compelling a triumphant moan out of Carina.

Adjusting to the feeling, Carina raised her hips patiently, exhaling loud and smearing her moans wildly. As she dropped her ass, our skin interacted and made a smacking noise, which impressed Carina as she moaned right after the action.

“I can see myself– doing this a lot,” Carina chuckled as she moaned. As she inclined inwards, persistently smacking her ass onto my lap, gathering up all the fortitude to accelerate as my penis went in and out of her womb, penetrating vibrations throughout her body.

Carina looked so addicted already that I was like heroin to her.

Down and up with a rhythm, Carina pleasured herself as the juice spilling out of her vagina splashed around my penis and produced a spongy sound as Carina’s ass contacted my lap. Her pigtails cocked up and down, flying all over Carina’s face as she bounced with more hardness and quickness. Every four seconds, Carina’s ass bounced on my penis, echoing her moans and the recurring sound of smacking around the densely packed room.

But this much was now enough. Carina was preoccupied with my penis, and I waited for the chance to strike. As seconds went by, Carina was seemingly reaching her climatisation. I took that chance and booted my foot into her face.

One hit flattened an unconscious Carina over my body. I mustered the strength I held and ripped free from captivity. I unshackled the cuffs around my wrist before shoving Carina off me as she fell off the bed, flopping onto her face.

I snatched the knife from the carpet and bolted it to a wooden door with a lasered pattern of flowers. I snubbed my hands around the flashy, golden doorknob and entered a plaid hallway that rang the sound of my feet as I ran down the hallway. It was vast and long, but it felt like I was running in a loop.

“CAPTURE HIM!” Carina’s scream stuffed the soundless hallway, followed by a loud, obnoxious screech of an emergency alarm that flashed the hallway in red.

What was this place? It looked small, but the interior felt like I was exploring a country. The first door I saw was white-painted. In a rush and without thinking, I slammed open the door and stepped into a red room with everything else red.

“AHHH!” A female voice screamed, aggravating my ears as I tracked the scream to a mature woman with the same features as Carina but with bigger breasts and a curvier waist. She was scrunched up in a ball near the right corner, fully exposed as the light from the other room shined upon her with steam choking the area. The woman snatched the blue towel a few inches away from her feet and covered herself up quickly.

“THE ELF HAS ESCAPED!” She screamed. I had to shut her up. I stomped my way over to her, throwing my body on her as I lunged my hand on her mouth, pressing the knife at the woman's throat.

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you,” I threatened the woman calmly, showing her I was serious. Without noticing in the intense moment, my skin rubbed against the woman’s skin, and my unsatisfied erection poked at her back.

“O-ok, I’ll be quiet. Just don’t hurt me,” The woman obliged as tears poured down her cheeks.

“Now, you will explain where I am and where the best escape route is, understood?” I insisted. Her eyes rolled over to face me. Something about her stare felt off with how she looked at me. Her eyes weren’t responding to the little sniffles of tears expected to come out of the woman.

Suspicion arose when the woman straggled around. Intentionally, I saw herself sneak an opportunity to slide my erected penis between her bum and didn’t deny it as she was directly observing my response with intense, devious eyes while wetting her lips seductively.

“You can escape through that window behind me,” The woman corresponded, furrowing her eyebrows to make her charming to stare.

Is she trying to seduce me? Whatever, I peeped behind me and saw a double-hung window barricaded by blinds. The lock was off the hook, making it easier for me to escape. But, to see if the woman, possibly the mum of Carina, was telling the truth, I stood up, taking her with me and strolled over to the window.

Keeping the woman at knifepoint, I raised the blinds and peeked out the windows. It was the perfect escape; it led me straight to the forest after climbing a short metal fence.

“You plan on escaping without any clothes?” The woman snickered with a question, blatantly unphased with losing her life. I looked down at her, and she was still intensely staring at me. Her rosy, golden canny eyes expressed the will to have intercourse with me, backed up by her slightly fondling with her breasts.

“I guess the craziness runs deep in your family,” I insulted the woman. She didn’t look too fond of me insulting her and not coming under her control, but she did a gentle laugh and reversed her ass up against my penis. She was simply not giving up on persuading me to have sex with her.

“Is it our fault? Your adorable personality is powerful, and your ability in bed has made all of my daughters and me addicted. But, you left us all, you rotten scumbag-”

“Hands up, now!” A deep voice roared behind me. I snapped around, finding myself eyeing down the barrel of a pistol.

Is this how it was going to end? A full loop? That’s ironic. At least five armed soldiers pointed their pistols at me while Carina’s lunatic eyes observed through a small gap in a soldier’s arm. She was giggling.

I slowly backed myself to the window, using the mother as a shield while processing how to jump down without injuring myself.

Fuck it. I’m going to get shot anyway.

“Maybe next time,” I whispered in the mother’s ears, hinting that I was down to have sex, but it was just a distraction to personally make Carina jealous and turn the mother into a lusting beast. It did work. The mother started moaning about the idea just before I jabbed her towards the soldiers, giving me time to jump.

The mother’s howling overlapped with the whizzing bullets as I crashed through the window. I was preparing to get hurt as I landed. Pain rushed into my body, but I firmed it with a little groan before clenching my fingers onto the fence as I jumped over.

The spikes that crossed above the fence tore a part of my skin as I climbed over, leaving blood that rushed out to dye the fencing with multiple tunnels of dripping blood.

I didn’t care. Bullets that broke a shockwave into the world by breaking the sound barrier and puffing up clouds did not bother me. I was finally free.

I was free.

I was free…