Devil Slave (Satan system)

C888 still had little green sparks of electricity about his body, but slowly, he was focusing on it and getting it in control.

He stood well on his feet and all three of them with the blood of their victims soaking their feet looked out into the Arena. 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝒎

There could clearly see the demons clamouring and applauding for the disastrous things that the Half-borns below did just to have sexual intercourse.

One Female gladiator had been unable to hold it back.

She pushed a male gladiator to the ground and mounted him.

Naturally, he also wanted this as he had also eaten the drugged food.

The rushing wetness from between her legs made for easy penetration.

However, she was too big and strong for the male Gladiator. As she humped him, very Audible Cracking sounds could be heard. Evidently, she was breaking his lower waist.

But neither he nor she wanted to stop. The ecstasy of penetration had taken over their minds and the fulfillment of pleasure was the only goal.

However, as she enjoyed herself on him, another gladiator rushed at her, grabbing her mouth and inserting it in.

He was more than willing to get his own pleasure from her throat.

However, as he forced his hardness down her throat, he grabbed on too tight to her head and in the bliss of ecstasy, His hands held on even tighter.

The Pressure from a B Class gladiator was already at the superhuman level.

First came the popping of her eyes like expired milk. blood and white stuff staining the gladiator.

But he would not stop. He continued and then the continuous applied pressure on her face made her face red and swollen. Obviously, he was holding on too tight and an accident was bound to happen.

Surprisingly, she did not stop riding or crushing the bones of the man beneath her.

And then it happened.

Like the popping of a well shook Champagne bottle, her head blew up.

Her white brain particles with a mixture of blood splashed all over the gladiator’s face.

Still, to everyone’s surprise, the Male gladiator did not stop.

Instead, he applied more pressure to her popped head, squeezing it tighter to hug his erection for better sensation.

Even more the man underneath her, obviously destroyed from the waist down, did not want to stop the feeling of pleasure.

The Heavyweight from the Gladiator woman made the blood flow for the man under her impossible and with the broken bones, it was not long that the sharp edges of the bones broke through his body.

In this manner, he bleed to death while the Female Gladiator who was the reason for his death remained limp on him.

Of Course, neither of their deaths concerned the person still trying to screw through her throat.

Another was a man humping the headless body of another man.

Naturally, there was no lubrication. This meant that every shove of his hardened member resulted in the peeling of his rod’s skin.

But he did not stop. He continued humping away, allowing the blood that flowed as a result of him skinning himself with another man’s ass to eventually become Lubbe.

Another was a female gladiator taking it from two male Gladiators. There suspended her in mid-air as there took her, one at the front and the other behind.

She choked to death.

Yet again, two female Gladiators, willing to please each other to the summit of pleasure.

They kissed passionately as they used their fists on one another.

However, as they fisted each other, one of them used too much strength and force.

Her hand went in all the way to the elbow. As it came out, blood accompanied it.

This continuous to-and-fro movement eventually saw that she brought out the internal organs of her partner.

Yet, neither stopped. Even when the ripping of her insides was so bad that she continually coughed up blood, she still did not stop.

Such scenes were happening everywhere while the demon instructors ran around trying to control the situation.

However, the Gladiators were many, and whipping them did nothing to them.

Hell, their own bodies coming apart did nothing to them.

The Demon audience was carried away with joy and expressive laughter watching what was happening down in the Arena.

A222, A123 and C888 looked at the things that were happening below.

They couldn’t help but look at one another, and then C888 and A123 both turned to A222.

After all, she was the cause of this.

“WHAT!!? don’t look at me like that. I didn’t know this was going to happen.” She defended herself.

A123 sighed, “either ways, it does not matter now. Besides, this is small compared to what is going to happen next.”

C888 nodded as he stuffed his ears with some cloth, and then wrap around his ear again and again.

He was not going to allow what happened the last time to repeat itself.

Back then, A222 had warned him to cover his ears but he had done a lousy job.

Till this moment, he remembered how he felt. In fact, he remembered every moment of it. His mind had been in total and utter chaos.

Nothing made sense to him, not the memory of himself, anybody, or the feel of his own skin. He had felt like a foreigner in the wrong body, and all he had wanted to do was peel off himself for an escape.

Yet, in that moment, his senses were heightened. So heightened that he could have sworn that he could hear the conversation of every cell of his body.

Their wants, their hates, their desires, and all that information stormed into his brain, tearing at his mind again and again, begging him for fulfilment. Begging him for release.

Such was the torturing memory of that time.

Now, however, was very different. C888 after going through such pain knew that he would only be displaying divine foolishness if he listened to A123 open his mouth to sing that song one more time…