Hell of a Time

It’s Jane’s fifth trip into the video game world, and she’s literally screwed beyond belief. The woman has landed in a military base infested with possessed soldiers, demonic creatures and a very hot hero. They all plan to spend some time getting to know her voluptuous body in every way possible. After an inhuman gang bang and getting up close and personal with some very strange creatures, It’s a good thing that all injuries are repaired on exit because she’s had a hell of a time.

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It was another lovely day on Mars. The sun glared redly through the clouds of dust, the atmosphere generators pumped out oxygen and the hell gate flickered menacingly.

The possessed soldiers stomped around the scientific facility, brandishing their shotguns and pistols at each other. They muttered angrily, the imps within them getting bored of their patrol duties but not high enough caste to take corporeal form. The video game arcade had been shot up during the invasion, the scientists had all been sacrificed and they'd been told not to shoot each other to try out the weaponry.

The sergeant led his squad down the corridors, glaring around him as he waited for the humans to counterattack. He longed to do something to release his aggression but daren't disobey the imps.

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Jane dropped her son off at his dad's new place for spring break and much to her dismay, came home to discover he'd packed his game console and controller. She considered going back to get it, but in the end decided to wait the week out. She thought maybe she could use a break anyway.

One week later, she was beginning to feel a little desperate with boredom. The week before, she’d gone into a game every day, getting heartily screwed by random characters, only to be suddenly and completely cut off from her new hobby.

Sunday night her son returned, raving about the excellent old-school video game his dad had bought for him. She smiled because knowing her ex, the game was Algebra Adventures or something equally as lame. Jane could use a change, and decided a low-key, old-school game was just what she needed. After all, she'd just barely escaped with her life from the last game she'd entered.

After her son left for school, she hurried to the console, not even bothering to change out of her nightie. Jane's excitement was evident by the moisture between her legs as she knocked the controller on the table. The piece flew off that always caused her to transport into whatever game was in the console.

Her fingers tingled and she expected the floor to vanish beneath her as the television screen flickered to life and began flashing warnings. She walked closer to read them.

Warning: blood and gore, extreme violence, disturbing content.

“What? Oh, hell no!” she yelled, trying to fling the controller away. To her dismay, the floor chose that moment to disappear and she began to fall through blackness.

She just managed to get out, “Oh, crap,” just before she landed in a large bin full of laundry.

Scanning the dimly lit concrete room that smelled pleasantly of bleach and detergent, Jane climbed out of the huge bin. Feeling reassured, she walked past a long row of washer and dryers toward a metal door that was set in a wall of cinder blocks.

“Game seems kind of boring actually,” she muttered, “What kind of stupid game has a laundry room, anyway?”

She paused as she passed another laundry bin and looked inside, noticing a lot of military style clothing. That perked her up even more, because she'd always had a soft spot for military men. They were very macho and most of the time in excellent shape.