The group knew each other well. Ret and Pal were selfish but they had women now. So their new goal would be to help their buddies.

This type of selfishness is acceptable. They served themselves first but didn’t forget others. This was still alright.

They wanted to get some women for them. Jarem and Dart weren’t too enthusiastic about it. Jarem liked to capture his women with tricks not force.

Dart barely looked up from his palm device. Jarem was enjoying the food and alcohol and the company of his friends.

None of the group was uncomfortable. The captured women’s protest went completely ignored. They were all used to this. The other two women gave them a pitying glance.

Later these looks would change to annoyance. They felt they had protested enough. In their mind this is still just a game.

They could think this way because they acted forward. They had the illusion of choice. They wanted to be here. This was true and it wasn’t. They would accompany them with or without consent.

If they had been dragged here and fondled while they struggled, their thoughts might be different. But they weren’t so they were quick to judge the captured women.

The night continued. Pal and Ret continued scouting. They still didn’t take a liking to the servant women. Even they themselves didn’t realize this.

It was because the servants didn’t show any aversion to them. It was rare for people to treat them like humans. So they respected them.

Once respect was established, they wouldn’t harass them. They just didn’t realize it. Dart did. He found it interesting but ignored it.

When they left the restaurant they had only paid for the food, drinks and drugs. Any damage done to the tables and chairs was ignored.

The person who broken them with their body had to pay that price.

Jarem was finally intoxicated enough to begin preying. His reservation at low levels. Pal and Ret would stand on either side of him and talk in low voices.

No one could hear them but them. And the women they had ensnared. The women lost some color in their face, they came paler. A beautiful contrast to their blushing red faces.

There were prostitutes, both male and female, around every sub Instance. They were well dressed and looked clean.

Jarem isn’t interested in prostitutes. For them, it was never just about sex. It was about power. Only through domineering could they feel satisfied.

This was different from Sorp and Dart. Sorp always felt domineering. It was who he was. Dart just didn’t care. His perversion was even less about sex and more about control.

Even if Dart captured a women. To Feel the feeling of power. He’d want more privacy. His desires were far darker than his friends. He leaned towards pain more than he did towards pleasure.

These men were vicious. They did what they wanted, how they wanted to do it. This can be said to be an average night. Perhaps more expensive than usual.

The group roamed about, laughing and joking as they did. The four women invited some hungry gazes from passersby but just the appearance of Sorp averted any unwanted attention.

After finding another place to sit down. This place is even more quiet than the previous. They already had the women.

They couldn’t teleport the women to their own personal instance. This would take consent. Even if they teased and played with them, they didn’t consent to it.

It was very obvious to them what would happen if they accept the invitation. Forced into a corner. Pal and Ret consulted with Dart, who found a dark quiet place to sit down in.

The seating in this place was unregular. Pal and Ret chose to sit alone with their women. They weren’t far apart from each other. But far from the Sorp, Kom, Dart and jarem.

Everyone understood what was happening. But the mood never diminished. They continued drinking and eating delicious food. The party kept going.

In the dark it was hard to see. The tables had lighting on them, but these could be lowered or turned off. Pal and Ret and turned theirs off.

It was hard to hear, but occasionally a muffled groan could be heard. And this wasn’t only Pal and Ret’s victims. In other booths were couples hiding away.

It was hard to hear and hard to see. But Sorp could still make out silhouettes. His eyes weren’t better than others. He could just process more details.

Pal had forced something in the womans mouth. He sat on the table. Sorp only saw their general forms. But it was apparent what was happening.

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Ret and his companion were hidden behind the table but occasionally a silhouette would peak up and down.

Kom wanted to imitated Ret and Pal. To his surprise, he couldn’t be as shameless. He could only sigh. At the end of the night he’d invite her somewhere they could be alone.

Sorp was bored. After the small fight earlier, he couldn’t get it out of his head. He wanted to fight. His best choice was to talk to Dart. Dart knew this would happen and already knew what to do.

After Ret and Pal returned their faces were bright red, their breath uneven. Even more uneven and unnatural were the women they were with.

They were in a daze. They looked shocked. This is a virtual world. None of this is real. And yet they felt this world to be even more real.

With Dart leading they entered a rowdy place. Here people were screaming. Seating was around a hexagon. There were no empty seats near the center stage.

Higher up were more private, more expensive seats. Sorp and his group went there and sat down. Before long a servant was attending them.

They had to begin by paying for the seats before they were served complimentary drinks. These are exclusive seats for high rollers.

Sorp couldn’t be considered a high roller. But he could still afford a few nights like this.

Dart wasn’t at the table. He was talking to the manager of the place. Once he returned he told Sorp he was too heavy.

Unlike the colosseum where weapons were allowed. This arena was hands only. No protective gear allowed.

Because of this, Sorp had to fight against people in similar weight category. Sorp can be considered a heavy man.

It was not impossible to find a fighter. But it would take some time. A couple of hours at least. Until then they’d just have to wait.

In the meantime they watched the matches. Ret and Pal still clung unto their women. They weren’t done with them yet. They felt they had a round or two in them.

The women had regained the demeanor a bit. They no longer protested and would just quietly watch with blank stares. This is not uncommon. Ret and Pal were used to this.

Sorp and Kom’s women didn’t even look at them anymore. Not even with annoyance. They just found them displeasing to the eye. Even wanting to shoo them away.

This was a cold way to treat victims. But they didn’t consider them to be victims at all. Instead they were enjoying themselves, ignoring the two women’s suffering.

Their view of Ret and Pal was very low. But they could still ignore that Sorp and Kom weren’t at all disturbed by their actions. This was just selective behaviour.

Despite being a fighter. Sorp didn’t enjoy watching others fight. It just made his itch grow. To distract himself he focused his attention to the woman by his side.

She felt the change in Sorp, but instead of being repelled she welcomed it. Sorp had been too reserved with her. Especially seeing how his companions wantonly played with the other girls.

She was light enough for Sorp to lift with ease. And she felt weightless when he pulled her into his embrace. It would have been impossible for her to resist.

His eyes were on her. She lost herself in them. Everything about Sorp was grand. Even the way he handled her.

With a big body. Sorp’s breathing was nearing that of a horse. She could not only feel his breath but hear it. Being this close to him face, she finally felt a bit of hesitation.

That hesitation went unnoticed. Sorp was already playing with her earlobes. His finger almost too large to pinch them.

This feeling was completely new to her. She felt like Sorp was a giant. Playing with a toy. She didn’t dislike the feeling but it was very new. Sorp is just too big for a human.

She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands but let them fall on his chest. His left hand was supporting her back. It wasn’t wide enough to cover it entirely but she felt like it did.

From an outside perspective it looked as if she was pushing him away. Her tiny hands pushing against a mountain.

Sorp saw she had pierced earlobes but no earrings. He couldn’t help it. His attention to detail was already beyond normal. Once he focused on her he began seeing more.

Having been a fighter and experienced broken bones as well as breaking them. He deduced she had broken her nose once.

He saw that she was right handed. When his hands went over her thighs he could feel how much she exercised. Her thighs were firm.

Sorps actions were methodical. But her experience was worlds different. Every action felt tantalizing. Her whole body felt a degree warmer. She couldn’t help but feel heavier.

She became hyper aware of every movement she made. Even slightly moving was somehow sexual to her. It came to a point where she felt her eyes were tearing up.

Her wet eyes looked up like an innocent puppy. Only to see the focused eyes of Sorp. He saw her lookup so he turned to look at her. This was a fatal blow to her. She shivered.

Once she shivered she felt she had to move a bit. Once she moved erratically. Sorp adjusted to the movement. This made her feel she was about to lose control.

Even if they tried ignoring Sorp and his woman. It was hard when she let out a moan and was seen grinding delicately.

She was doing this unintentionally. She was just trying to adjust herself. But it only served to arouse her further. It was here when she looked up.

Her body was shivering and moved erratically. To sorp, this was her satisfying her urges. He could only approve of her forwardness. He made sure to compliment her actions with his movements.

Kom’s companion. Her friend, looked on with a bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Kom didn’t lose this opportunity and let his hands free.

Soon Jarem and Dart felt out of place and excused themselves. They went out to smoke they said. Not that they weren’t allowed to smoke indoors.

Ret and Pal found their fire rekindled. They only felt this was a good night.

Once had begun and felt Sorp gaze at her, she couldn’t stop. She felt like an animal. Like a cat in heat. She couldn’t stop herself.

She knew other people were around and she felt a bit humiliated. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn´t embrace it either. But there was no stopping it.

Her hands fully embraced Sorp. her face against his chest. The powerful heartbeat roared in her head, erasing even the noise of the crowd.

It was impossible for Sorp to endure. He picked her up and walked towards a private room.

She was so entranced in her actions. Her eyes closed, focused on the thrumming of Sorp’s heart that she didn’t notice Sorp move her.

It wasn’t until she felt her clothes ripped apart that she realized what was happening. She felt Sorp’s fingers to be larger than some of the men she had been with.

Even if she was thrown into the chaotic mood, she noticed that they were actually alone. In a private place. With that she could finally let out her pent up emotions.

Sorp was rough. He moved her body like she was a doll. In twisting movement she felt the world go upside down. Her head now staring at a throbbing spear. Threatening to pierce into her.

She felt Sorp’s tongue on her. Her sensitivity already heighten she couldn’t help but climax instantly. She grabbed onto the only thing she could.

Sorp twitched when her hands land on it. But she was still in the throes of orgasm. Again she felt the world turn on its axis.

She was half convulsing when she felt Sorp slowly thrust into her. To her surprise there was no pain. Only heightened pleasure. It was difficult to describe but impossible to forget.

Sorp was big in every way possible. His member filled her in a way she didn’t understand. She felt like she had eaten too much. Even felt like she would gag.

This emotion contradicted with the pleasure. This feel soon faded, only to return a moment later. Sorp was thrust in and out of her.

Never in her life did she feel less in control. The image of herself as a child playing with dolls appeared in her mind. The doll was her and the one playing was Sorp.

It was only a fleeting thought. Soon she was breathing too loud. She was aware of the noises she was making, any attempt to lessen them caused more noises.

Every thrust was another type of pleasure. She finally opened her eyes to see Sorp smile at her. This smile is an animalistic smile.

Sorp smiled in this way, because he is an animal. He was experienceing beastial pleasure, so he smiled in a way that conveyed it. This was exposing his emotions.

Most would be frightened by this smile, it was too vicious. But she felt her body spasm. She was climixing again. She closed her eyes and rode the wave. Trying to savour every moment.

When she thought it was over. She was flipped over. She looked back. She was drooling a bit. Her eyes wet. Every part of her was tinged in the color red.

Once again Sorp thrust into her. Causing her to grasp her hands onto anything she could. She felt helpless with nothing to grab onto. It was an uncomfortable feeling.

But Sorp’s movements never ceased. She could only try to reach for something in the dark room.

From an outsider's perspective it looked like she was trying to crawl away. Only she was breathing like she was running a marathon and moaning like a feral beast.