Death is not an escape, but there are others (DeliciousLust x Penny)

Meg's head tilted to the side slightly as Feng squeezed her hand, and she made a soft whining sound, grinning like an idiot. As much as she liked getting her hands all over Feng's naughty bits - and she liked it a lot - there was something deeply comforting about the sensation of Feng's grip, the sound of her voice, the feeling of her pulse - her very life. Still, Meg realized with a pang of sheepish guilt that while she enjoyed it, Feng herself probably didn't get much out of Meg's hand sitting at the crook of her ribs. Meg's hand ran down Feng's side reassuringly, stroking her hip, before running back up to her chest and over her breast again. She squeezed it gently, the tip of her thumb playing with the piercing, before moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Not very creative, after everything else she'd done, but there wasn't time for anything complicated. Meg was getting close, and it was too late for her to stop it.

Meg wasn't sure she'd be able to get a piercing here. Even if they could find equipment, she didn't think she or Feng had the skills to do it right. Really, she was just joking about grinding her clit on Feng's piercing - and on that thought, she dragged herself hard over Feng's lips again, moaning, the hard metal stimulating her sensitive nub despite how slick it had gotten between the two of them. When she felt Feng's hand on her head, she reached up and covered it with her own, pushing Feng's fingers deeper into her hair. It was tangled and dirty from countless trials and at any other time Meg would embarrassed to have anyone touching it, but she wanted Feng to have access to every part of her, even the dirty little details. She turned her head slightly, just enough to shift Feng's grip and slide her thumb along her cheek to Meg's lips. She kissed it for a moment, then took the first knuckle into her mouth, suckling and running her tongue over the digit before releasing it and let it smear her cheek with saliva.

To hell with it. If they found a way, maybe she'd get a piercing too. Why not.

"Y-yeah," Meg whispered breathlessly, feeling something give way within her. "F-f-oh, fuck, oh - !"

Meg's hand tightened on Feng's as every muscle in her body went taut. Her back arched, pushing her hips into Feng's one last time, and she belted out a scream of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. Even as she did, she struggled to keep her eyes open, looking down at Feng's face, not wanting to miss the other woman's pleasure.
 
Despite having Meg's warm hand on her, Feng still managed to shiver when she felt that hand slowly slip past her as it brushed on her skin, like she was suddenly naked wherever Meg didn't touch her. She gasped when her breasts her squeezed, coaxing her to let out a weak moan and she turned to give her a glance. She was too enthralled and intoxicated by Meg's attention, she almost found it hard to keep her half-lidded eyes trained on her as her shallow breaths became more and more audible. At this point, even the small gesture was doing a lot to her and her body, compounded by this heavenly warmth they were sharing together joined at their slick lips.

She had been avoiding it previously but as their grinding had gone on, she began to centre her grinding more toward their clitoris than anywhere else. Feng whimpered and grunted each time her metal piercing ran over Meg's sensitive spot while it was reciprocated almost two-fold on her. There were a few times she found herself rolling her eyes back, thinking that this might have been more than enough for her before she slowly crawled back to the edge of orgasm. Oh, she was so close. With that in mind, she redoubled her efforts, circling aggressively on that feeling so that they could be pushed over the edge. Her hand dug into Meg's hair, losing any consideration as she held on to almost as a grip, pulling at Meg's hair as she ground into her.

Feng threw her head back when she felt that tongue on her thumb, perhaps awakening that sensation that she had missed when it came to kissing Meg deeply, despite it was just a few moments ago. It was perhaps enough to throw her over the edge as she worked her hips vigorously. She fought for air as she tried to tell Meg she was getting close, losing all sense and meaning as she couldn't articulately herself. "Ahhn! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! M-meg! MMMEG!"

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut for a moment as she felt her muscles seemingly lock up tightly before snapping her eyes wide open just in time to catch that returned glance from Meg as she screamed out her orgasm to its fullest as she felt almost like a tidal wave had struck her internally. She didn't stop however as her body had perhaps bound to memory enough to keep grinding on Meg and never letting up.
 
Meg shook, then shivered after the crest of her orgasm had passed, leaving raw vulnerability behind. She shuddered as Feng continued to grind on that sensitivity, struggling to last through it, but in a moment the strength drained out of her body. She pitched forward, only the hand holding Feng's stopping her from collapsing directly on top of her. She released a stuttering moan, opening her eyes and looking down at Feng, then bit down on her lower lip. Her hips slowed, riding the momentum to a natural conclusion, before finally coming to a stop and rolling off to the side, falling on her back beside Feng. She could feel the cool air on her wet genitals. She could feel it on a good bit of her thighs as well. They'd made a mess.

"God," she whispered, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths. She put her free hand to her forehead, blinking rapidly, but kept the other clasped in Feng's grip. Once she could feel enough strength in her body again, she rolled to the side, pressing her body against the other girl, feeling the warmth of their naked skin on each other. She finally released Feng's hands, using both of her own to pull her body into an embrace. "God, Feng. That was..."

Meg trailed off, then chuckled to herself. She pressed her forehead against Feng's and giggled softly. She only meant to do so for a moment, but she couldn't stop. How did this happen? How did this happen here? It was ridiculous, absurd, unbelievable. But it did. She could feel Feng pressed against her...and she wasn't going anywhere.

"I guess if the killer didn't hear that, then...we must be safe, for now," she whispered. She closed her eyes and squeezed Feng, enjoying the feeling of her warm body in her grip. "Hell of a way to find out, huh?"
 
Feng was almost so determined to keep going until it was truly over. The moment almost lasted an eternity for her until she eventually got the hint from Meg. Her gaze was almost fixated on Meg, although her mind might have been entirely lost in the euphoria of the orgasm that she wasn't fully focused on her during that blissful moment. She finally looked away as she felt Meg move and laid down on the bed just as she rested beside her. It seemed like she was finally able to catch her breath, exhausted but quite pleased at the same time. She did let out a small shiver, feeling quite naked again without Meg against her and sharing that carnal warmth together. While she might later feel icky about the mess that they've made together, it was a sensation she already found herself missing. Her hand roamed around her hips curiously, although straying away from anywhere that was sensitive at the moment, feeling the wet skin on her thighs and finding that the ends of her garter belt straps might have found themselves soak as a side effect. They likely would have needed to find some new clothes after this. And a shower. She did really like that blue lingerie set she found, however.

Her hand gave Meg's a squeeze as she turned on her eyes to face her meet her. Feng's gaze roamed Meg's body before it soon found itself back on her eyes, finding herself still admiring her beauty despite getting more than an eyeful tonight. It was at least it was a testament of how enthralled and in love she was with the other woman. She brought her into a hug when she released her hand, Feng wasn't entirely ready to release Meg just yet either. Looking back at her eyes, she gave her a small smile as her eyes lit up, seeking her answer as she completed her sentence once more tonight, "...awesome? Gee, Gee?"

Feng didn't know what she was laughing about. It wasn't so much just the laughter that was infectious but the genuine sensation of joy and happiness, something she had almost all but forgotten about during her time here. She let a giggle but she couldn't hold herself back from stealing another quick kiss from Meg during this opportunity when they found themselves face to face. It wouldn't be the last, she was quite sure, but she still wanted to take advantage of every moment they had together. On that thought, she did steal a second smooch from her lips.

"For now," she repeated Meg's words with a sheepish smile. Her eye roamed around, looking outside the window in the room for the answers. There were other houses in this supposed dark mirror of a neighbourhood. "Or maybe the killer thinks we're looking for hatch? Should we even try getting back with the others yet?"
 
"Gee gee," Meg agreed, grinning. She returned each kiss, then squeezed Feng again, pressing her nose into the hair and inhaling her scent.

She was loathe to let go of Feng, instinctively wanting to lie there and cuddle forever - or at least until the warm and fuzzy feeling passed. Reluctantly, though, she extricated herself from the embrace and dropped off the bed into a crouch, approaching the window and carefully peeking outside over the sill. Even from this vantage point, though, she didn't see anything. Buildings, but no lights or generators, and definitely no moving shapes - whether the furtive, cautious movements of fellow survivors or the purposeful, confident strides of a killer. Surely someone would have heard them and investigated, if there was anyone in earshot.

"Maybe there isn't a killer," Meg said, leaning back from the window and looking at Feng. "Maybe we found this place during its, its...off hours, or something. Maybe the others are escaping the Trapper somewhere else, or something like that."

Meg moved back to the bed, sitting on the side and gently laying a hand on Feng's hip. "Do you ever feel like there's something bigger going on? Like something keeps putting us and these killers together? Sometimes I feel like something's watching us running and dying. Like a game, you know?"

She grinned. "Maybe we gave it something better to watch, huh?"

She chuckled, but then her grin disappeared. "Actually, that's weird and gross. I shouldn't have said that."
 
As Meg moved off from their embrace, Feng couldn't help but pout behind her back as she made her way to the window. Of course, her eyes couldn't help but dip towards her lovely enticing bottom and the stockings that still adorned her legs. She did eventually looked to the window curiously, perhaps only remember later that they weren't exactly in the clear and still in this twisted dimension that they currently found their existence. While it was nice that they found this particular bedroom and its treasure trove of boudoir goods, it probably wasn't truly ever anyone's bedroom. Not from the reality they came from.

"What?" Feng said at first with a tilt of her head as she tried to follow along with what Meg had in mind. It wasn't quite the campfire and that was the only off hours she could think of. It would have been nice if there were given actual rooms, that hobo with the beard was starting to creep her out, the name really escaped her at the moment. "Uhm, do you think this place has server maintenance? A patch download, maybe?"

Like a game. What Meg said started to make more sense when she started to compartmentalize what was happening to them as if it was a game of some sort, a very sick one that was being played on them. Despite Meg trying to shrug it off, Feng might have continued to dive into the strange idea of it all. How much of this was like a game and what could they do to turn that to their advantage? Were there bugs? Were there exploits? "Like we are trapped in a game or someone is playing a killer? We just respawn every time? What are our abilities...what are our ultimates?"

Consumed by the idea, it perhaps took her longer than usual to noticed the hand on her hip. She placed her hand over Meg, her fingers trying to find its way between Meg's own. Her hand found itself on her knee, feeling the material of the stocking on her thigh and perhaps where it was soaked. She smirked faintly at Meg. "Maybe we crashed the game with all the fun we had?"
 
"I don't even know what most of that means," Meg chuckled. She vaguely understood enough of those terms to know Feng was talking about video games again, because of course that's what she'd think when she heard the word game. Meg felt silly not for specifying.

"Back in high school, I was on the basketball team," she said. She ran her hand up and down Feng's thigh a couple of times, but her eyes were distant, lost in memory. "We'd go against other schools, and everyone on the team liked it, and everyone on their team liked it, but none of us were in control, you know? The ones organizing the games weren't the ones playing it. They did it because it was their jobs or because they could sell tickets or, or because the school would look better if we got sports scholarships, or...I don't know. The point is, I don't know if the killers have any more control here than we do. Sometimes it seems like something is holding them back, making them give us a chance. Maybe they're prisoners, too."

She leaned forward and frowned, brow furrowing, idly fiddling with one braid. "I feel like there's something bigger. Something pulling all the strings, watching us, putting us in these...these war games, this blood sport, but why? What does it get out of it? Does it just watch us? Is all of our running and screaming and dying just entertainment? And if there is something bigger in control, how do we fight it? How do we beat it? How do we get out?"

Meg bit her lower lip and stared into the distance, hand now resting lip on Feng's thigh.
 
Feng gave Meg a momentary pout when she said she didn't understand her, especially when she was using plain English. If there was only a computer or even a console somewhere she could educate Meg on a few things. However, she did understand the competition analogy easily enough, albeit she competed in games rather than sports. Her manager would set up her team to the next competition or venue, sometimes change whatever game that was being played if it was making enough waves in e-sports. While she got paid well, there was someone out there who was likely making a bigger cut, most likely the arenas or her sponsors.

When Meg's hand stopped moving, she laid her hand atop of hers and gave her reassuring squeeze. A part of her wanted to say that she was being silly and cooking up conspiracy theories that she found from spending too much time on the dark web. However, things have been too strange for them to know what really made sense anymore. They weren't kidnapped by just anyone but some sort of elaborate scheme with resources beyond imagination to make these full-sized arenas where the trials took place and god-like powers to have control even over death. "It is very obvious there something bigger, you are right!"

She bit her lower lip in thought trying to get her mind over the possibility of this all being true. While it did shed some potential light on their situation, it also seemed like it made it all the more daunting at the same time. "But if it's true that even killers don't have control, what are our chances then? Not alone. Do you think they know some things we don't and we might know something they don't?"

"Do we..." She said before giving a shudder she couldn't even contain her dread as she forced herself to speak her mind. "...do you think we might actually have a better chance out of here if we have them help us? There is always more of us than them. Do you think they never see each other like we do at the camp fire?"
 
Meg is clearly distracted, but her hand turns over to hold Feng's and squeezes back. She keeps staring into empty space, a pensive frown on her face, until Feng speaks. Slowly, she turns to look at Feng, her eyebrows raised.

"You...want to try working with the killer? You think they could help us? Feng, that's...that's genius! You're right, they've got to know something we don't!" Meg had faced a lot of trouble in her life. As a rule, when something stood in her way, she pushed through it. She was either faster or stronger or just more stubborn than the other side. She knew Feng had some of that, too - they were both competitive at heart. But while Meg didn't know much about video games, she'd inferred just enough to know Feng's success wasn't just in pushing herself harder, but in understanding the rules of the game. Meg could work around the rules of a game, but Feng knew how to make them work for her.

"Do they have a campfire? I don't know. I've never seen them working together. Maybe that's how we get them to help us - they're probably completely alone. We have to ask the right ones, though. I think the one with the traps might help - he looks like he's been tortured, he probably wants to get out just like us. But that guy in the overalls with the white face..." Meg's stomach churned just thinking about him, and she nervously glanced at the window and the bedroom door, half expecting to see him standing there and watching them. "...we just have to be careful.

"But you're right." She turned back to Feng with a smile. "I think you're right. I think that's how we get out of here."
 
Feng widened her eyes for a moment when Meg was taken to her idea, rather surprised she bought into. It was a bit of a short in the dark, all things considered. When Meg has begun her train of thought, it certainly made Feng consider their situation in a different light and that of the killers. However, she wasn't completely confident with her own idea. The memory of their cruelty and their heartlessness were still fresh in her mind, perhaps some of the worst offences buried in the recesses of her memories. She didn't dare spoil her happiness with Meg with digging into that again. However, she was going to consider every possibility and potentially even any exploits in this "game". There wasn't ever an unbeatable game in her mind. She almost thought that she really had nothing to lose in all of this. Almost. Her gaze looked at Meg longingly as she gave her hand a small squeeze, knowing full well that she did have something to lose after all.

She smiled back at her and giggle, "That's something we should think about! Maybe it will crash the game if we can do that? We aren't supposed to ever work together. That's what they want. We probably want the same thing, we're always fighting, that's all," she bobbed her head a few time to give her a sure nod at that thought. It wasn't going to be easy, probably bound to take a lot of work to go against the general flow of the trials that they've been used to doing for so long. Getting out of here was going to be hard, but it was going to be worth it.

"For now, maybe we should go and see if we can get back to the camp? Maybe the others should know?" She proposed before she slipped off the bed and her hands roamed around under the bed to find her stockings and panties once more. Once she was able to find them, she slipped back on gingerly. The only difference this time to when they were first dressing, Feng wasn't particularly shy about hiding her body or in a hurry to get dressed, this was a sight that Meg was fully entitled to enjoy.
 
"Oh, yeah!" Meg said enthusiastically. "We need to get everyone on this. Maybe some of them have some ideas too, now that we're gonna use crazy plans."

Despite her cynical language, Meg was clearly excited; Feng could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes. She almost jumped off the bed, ready to find her way back to the campfire, but stopped when she saw Feng gather up her discarded lingerie. She watched Feng dress, a small but cheeky smile on her lips, shamelessly enjoying the sight. Equally shamelessly, she leaned back, making no attempt to hide herself until Feng was done and she started looking for her underwear as well, making a show of pulling it on slowly.

"You know..." Meg said as she stood up, then hesitated. Stepping closer to Feng, she grabbed both her hands, interlacing Feng's fingers with Meg's own. "You know, if it were just me, even if I thought of this myself, I...I'd never try this. Even though I've got nothing to lose. You just...make me think the impossible is possible."

She smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Feng on the lips. Leaning back, she smiled sweetly, then looked down at her chest.

"Oh, goddamn it," she muttered. Her nipples were poking through the sheer babydoll again. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "This is going to be embarrassing when we get back to the campfire."
 
Feng would certainly catch a glance back at Meg with a sly smile on her lips as she slipped her stockings back to where they were before figuring out how to attach her garter belts on once more. The lingerie items themselves were sexy on their own but Meg's gaze went a long way to make Feng feel even sexier in them. They likely could have spent all night searching through that racy closet now that they've breached certain boundaries in their relationship and were open with their feelings for each other. However, there were more pressing things to do at the moment.

"Mm?" She said curiously at first as the looked to Meg's hand, happily surrendering her own hands to hers, and trailing her gaze upwards before she was looking at her pretty face. "And...I just make me happy, Meg. I can't ever feel sad with you."

I love you, she thought in her head but it didn't seem like it needed to be said openly this time around. She was sure that Meg knew and felt that with her hands taking her own, giving her fingers a small squeeze as they shared that tender kiss with each other.

Feng looked down and burst out in a quick giggle. Her eyes widened for a moment as if to invite a challenge. "And? So? They can look all they want. So what if they can see, they can't touch or feel like we have." She said as one hand slipped from Meg's and she reached to her bared breasts, giving a slight tweak of her pierced nipple. It was going to even more fun if Meg ever got a set. Of course, she also meant their feelings for each other too.

She smirked at her and slipped out from her grasp to quickly done her rhinestone and diamond bra, which fit just right on her like before. Meg wasn't kept waiting too long as Feng's hand found its way back to Meg, locking her fingers through hers. "Ready!"
 
Meg chuckled. "You know what? You're right. They should be grateful they even get to look at this. If they have a problem - fuck 'em." She smiled at Feng. "I don't need to worry if I have you with me."

She squeezed Feng's hand, holding her gaze, and her smile widened. After a moment, she stepped closer, then wrapped her other arm gently around Feng's shoulders, holding her close. She pressed her forehead against Feng's, looking into her eyes, enjoying the closeness, that connection and warmth despite the subtly surreal, alien world around her. That was out there, but what mattered was in here.

"Ready," she whispered, then stepped toward the door, still holding Feng's hand, the first steps on the path that would lead them out of this nightmare for good.
 
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