Doug had decided to go with the 'Rapist Hunter' game, thinking that he'd get the thrill of hunting down a woman somewhere in a city or town. He'd tell the computer this & watch as a world spawned below him, walking on a invisible floor.
Seeing the town below, there were several big mansions, crowded markets, & slums. There was a huge castle with walls, to! The city was next to a lake & huge forest, then farming fields for miles.
But unexpectedly- 'Difficulty: Eight out-of Ten. Mode: Restart until finish.- appeared. Doug was about to say something, but froze up as a weird tingling sensation stopped his movement & he began floating down to one if the mansions closest to the castle.
Then hit with confusion as his senses took up the body.. Of a woman!? She fell onto her but, Doug panicking some seeing that he was in the prey role, hiding in a tool shack in a garden!
Feeling her assets, Doug could feel she was loaded with DD-sized breast, was quite curvaceous, & clad in a small red bathrobe, just with thin panties on! He did NOT want to be here, especially as the prey!
"Game, shut down!" He'd whisper, getting a 'ping' noise- "Denied. Mode is.. Restart until finish. Beat levels one through three before exit."
Then, he felt like screaming in frustration & anger! He didn't though, knowing one of the few guards outside would likely hear him.
Breathing deeply for a minute, she'd scan the shed for any tools. Knowing that the females who get caught usually don't fight back to much in these games, he'd grab a long nail from a nailbox, slip it into the thigh-high robe & peek out the door.
He felt very afraid, more nervous now, hes having to play the prey role.
Outside it was quite sunny & the garden was a luscious green, he felt the cool breeze & warm air in the door-crack. Now that he focuses, feeling like a woman is weird.
Tall finely-trimmed bushes made a huge square wall blocking the center garden & flowerbeds made paths, Doug only seeing one going toward the tall-Victorian-looking mansion & the other leading behind the shed.. There were no guards in sight, luckily.
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