Rat Race (Devil’s Playground #2)

10. Aubrey

Aubrey

Manners, darlin’.

I did my best to save us, so why the fuck is Cam so mad at me?

They’ve been all but ignoring me since we ran into the bloodthirsty player group.

It wasn’t my fault. They were asking to die.

And, if anything, Cam should have been happy about it, given how much of the competition I killed for them. Who would have thought that Kohl’s dad would have somehow found a place for himself next to the only other person from the Ranch in the maze.

I should have killed Hiram when I had the chance. That weasel somehow got accepted into a group and was probably going to be a huge pain in the fucking ass.

“Let’s stop for a break,” Ella said, looking back at both Cam and me. She was breathing heavily, still winded by Cam pulling her through the maze at breakneck speed.

I didn’t try to hide my distaste for her. She’s just fucking annoying. And I heard Cam scream her name first before they decided to check on me. Which pisses me off even more.

“Break? We need to get to the finish line be?—”

“A break sounds nice, actually,” Cam said and sank down onto the floor with their back against the concrete wall. They didn’t meet my gaze.

I opened my mouth to protest when a beep sounded. I froze, then quickly relaxed when I saw a service robot coming down the hallway. It held a pack and was coming straight for me.

When it was about a foot away, it stopped and let out a beep-boop noise.

With a smile, I reached forward and grabbed the bag. There was a note attached to it. I opened it.

To the lovely Aubrey from your sponsors at LadyPink,

For you and your friends! Inside is our newest, fat-reducing energy bars and electrolyte water for you to enjoy!

With a big smile, I looked out into the empty space of the hallway as the robot retracted, knowing the cameras would catch every moment.

“Thank you, LadyPink, for these delicious treats!”

I made a show of putting the bag on the ground, digging through it, then ripping into one of the snack bars and taking a huge bite.

It was mediocre at best.

I was interrupted by the rat reaching forward and digging into the bag herself. She looked at me with a smile before pulling out a small water bottle and a protein bar. I wanted to pull on that ponytail and bash her face in. My hand clutched the bloodied metal bat I’d stolen from the group.

I frowned when she took a sip and Cam looked at her expectantly. She looked at me and back at them.

“Do you want some?” Ella asked, tilting the bottle to Cam.

“Thanks for offering,” they said and reached forward to grab it.

Seriously? Without hesitation?

They were going to put their mouth on something that rat did? They are practically kissing at this point!

Anger and something else rose in me so fast I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and slapping the water bottle out of their hands before it could touch their lips.

Cam was silent for what felt like an eternity. The water bottle fell to the ground, rolling away and spilling out some of the liquid.

Ella was just as shocked, but quickly, anger started seeping into her expression.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ella asked and reached for it again. “We have no idea how long we’re going to be in here, and you want to waste our water? For what? A one-sided grudge?”

“I don’t have grudges,” I spat. “I don't fucking trust a rat like you. You’re a fucking cunt. I’m not even sure why Cam?—”

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Cam said, their hand finding my arm. “It’s water . We need it. I’m sure if you had asked, she would have shared with you too.”

This time it was my turn for shocked silence.

What the—did they just ? —

Even my thoughts skidded to a halt.

I had no words. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Cam was just staring at me with that innocent-looking face of theirs.

“We need to talk,” I finally managed to say and grabbed their arm, forcing them up.

They hesitantly followed me as I took them back down the hallway and around the corner to where the rat couldn’t see us.

“Don’t let the water?—”

“I don’t give a shit about the water,” I said and spun around so we were both facing each other. “We don’t need them. She’s slowing us down. Remember why you’re here? You have a goal. She wants us to stop so you won’t reach your goal.”

They looked back over their shoulder—toward the rat—before looking back at me.

“So this is about her stopping me from reaching my goal?” they asked.

I nodded.

“I said I’d help you. Let me help you.”

Another long look. I couldn’t decipher their expression at all.

“Why do you care?”

Why do I care?

Do I… actually care?

It was a loaded question. If I was being honest, I hadn’t cared about much in my life other than if my mascara was running or if the viewers on my after-dark channel would continue to pay me.

But caring about this random Ranch Legacy?

A small voice whispered to me that I did. Shockingly, I did care.

“I just want you to reach your goal,” I said in a softer voice and closed the space between us. We were so close I could feel the heat from their skin. Their breath on my face.

“Then what about back there, huh?” Cam asked, their lips set into a thin line. “Is killing all those people helping me?”

Fury rose up in me, coming back with a renewed bite.

“ Yes ,” I hissed. “Not only were they insulting you, but killing those people means less competition for you . I don’t give two shits about winning this stupid ass game.”

“Really?” Cam asked, rage threading through their voice. “I don’t think you’re trying to help me at all. I think you were sent here as a test to distract me from my mission.”

This time it was them who took a step forward. I didn’t mean to back down, but they were so overwhelming it was an automatic reaction to them towering over me. My legs felt unsteady as I backed away.

A test? I had heard long ago about the special religion that the Ranch used as a control tactic, and with Cam being in the family, there was no doubt they had grown up in that super cult-like belief system.

Had that been how they saw me the whole time?

Even through all the anger, a smile threatened to pull at my lips. Amusement and pride pricked my skin, causing an electrifying current to shoot up my spine.

I’m enough to distract them.

It meant they were watching me, but not just watching. I was consuming their thoughts to the point where I was hindering their performance.

“I am trying to help,” I huffed. “Getting all philosophical now? If you can’t see how I’ve been breaking my back to help you, that’s on you. Everything I did back there was for you . You should be grateful.”

“You’re gonna use that as a way to blame me for their deaths?” they asked, their tone turning dangerous. A vicious glint passed their eyes. Their entire body was on edge.

It had my heart racing, my palms sweating.

“I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for you,” I admitted with just as harsh a tone.

The fire that lit their eyes was beautiful. The way their jaw twitched set my body alight. And fuck, all I wanted was for them to show me more of that fiery anger raging behind their warm brown eyes. It was all I could think about. It was so overpowering that it tickled my taste buds.

And everyone is watching.

The after-dark channel I ran was a good way to bring in some good income, but the main reason why I started it in the first place was because I loved being watched.

I got high off it. Every time I’d show up in my skimpy clothes and mask to put on a show for my thousands of fans, my heart raced. Feeling their eyes crawling all over me was better than any drug on the market.

They came for my body but stayed for my performance.

Just like with the Games, where people came and put on a show of their lives, I did the same on that channel.

And now they’re watching as I simp over a tall muscle mommy who refuses to kill anyone.

“I didn’t want to kill anyone,” they spat, taking another step forward until I was pushed against the wall. I was cornered. Nowhere to run. And even if I could, they would most likely catch me.

The thought of them chasing me down the maze hallways in nothing but underwear and the promise of what they would do to me when they caught me was quickly becoming my newest fantasy.

“Well, too bad,” I hissed and used all my strength to push at their chest.

They didn’t even budge. Fuck, my pussy’s throbbing.

I wanted them to use that strength on me.

“Don’t you know what game you’re in?” I asked. “People don’t come here to act nice, Cam. I thought you’d know that, coming from a Legacy family and all. What will Mommy and Daddy think when they see this replay, huh? Do you think they’ll be proud of what a coward their daughter was?—”

I was cut off by Cam’s large forearm pushing against my neck. The rudeness of it felt like ice cold water had been poured on me. I gasped for air. Tried to kick them. But all they did was lean closer.

I could try all I want, but there was nothing I could do. I was fully and completely under their control.

Fear.

They had actually succeeded in doing something so unexpected that it scared me.

And completely turned me on.

“You think just because I won’t kill anyone that I can’t?”

Their breath was warm across my face. Their lips centimeters from my lips. I darted my tongue out, unable to hold myself back from the need to taste them, and was able to brush across their soft lips before she moved back ever so slightly.

Fuck. My stomach twisted as they applied more pressure to my neck. Am I really getting turned on by them choking me out in the middle of the maze?

There was no doubt I was. Even more so, the weight of millions of people watching had me wanting more. It was like the channel on crack.

I might have fantasized about this before, but it could never compare to actually feeling it. My head was spinning, my breath was catching, sweat was dripping from the back of my neck.

The coolness of the stone walls of the maze did nothing to calm my heated skin. Or to make me think twice about what I was going to do.

“You lack the balls,” I forced out.

Their eyes narrowed at me. This was the real Cam. The one who had been trained their whole life to kill in the Games. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to end anyone who got in their way.

“You’d think a pretty thing like yourself would have some fuckin’ manners. I saved your life.”

“And for what?” I asked. Lifting my face as much as I could. But just as our lips were about to brush, they pulled away. “You seem to just be collecting us pretty little things .”

“You’re jealous,” they accused with a breathy chuckle that went straight to my cunt. Wetness had already been pooling in my underwear since the moment they pushed me against the hard maze wall, and with each second, my body’s reaction was becoming more and more indecent.

I pushed against their arm.

“Fuck you. I don’t get jealous?—”

“Manners, darlin’,” they warned, their face leaning close enough that their lips were at my ear. “Or I may just have to teach you a lesson about talkin’ back to me.”

Their free hand was at my waist, the heat of their fingers seeping through to my skin. I couldn’t conceal the shudder.

People are watching, put on a show.

Normally, I would have been able to. I was a fucking star in front of the camera. But Cam’s overwhelming presence had rendered me unable to pay attention to anything but them.

They pulled away, gauging my reaction. Their hand moved further down to the edge of my skirt. I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to beat faster. Didn’t know it was possible for my body to yearn so badly for someone I didn’t know.

I want them to fuck me. More than that, I wanted them to destroy me and have all the viewers watch it. I wanted it recorded so that later, when we were out of the maze, they could play back the scene and fuck me even harder to it.

“Is that why you’re acting out like this?” they purred. “Are you needy for my attention? Needing me to please you?”

My face heated. Cam sure knew how to push my fucking buttons. But I had a reputation. As turned on as I was, I couldn’t just bend to their every command. I might have felt like a bitch in heat, but I didn’t need to act like one.

“As if you could,” I seethed. “You’re clumsy and probably don’t even know how to?—”

“Now, darlin’, we both know that ain’t true.”

They reached between my legs, their arm still pushing on my throat. My head was getting lighter and lighter, but that only intensified the feeling of their hand coming into contact with my clothed cunt.

They let out a groan that had electricity zapping up my spine.

“You’re downright sinful, you know that? A temptation I should never give into.”

“Yet here you fucking are,” I said, my breathing getting heavier. “You think your god will forgive you for giving in? Or maybe you’re too scared .”

Their eyes flashed. Oh fuck. I should use the god thing more often.

“My own fucking ruin,” they whispered, and the words that were supposed to cut into me like knives felt more like hot, open-mouthed kisses. “Maybe going to hell will be worth it.”

Their fingers ran down my folds. There was no teasing anymore. They were touching me. Taking what they wanted. I spread my legs for them, but they just stood there. Staring.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you?—”

“Safe word is bubble gum,” they hissed. “Now say it so I know you can still breathe.”

I gritted my teeth, not wanting to take any direction from them. Pings were going off on my tracker. I could just hear them over the racing of my heart.

It reminded me just how exposed I was. I imagined their eyes roaming my body. Their hands running down their bodies as they watched me get fucked with a fervor they’d never felt before.

“That’s the stupidest fucking—” I was cut off with a gasp as they pulled down my shorts before ripping off my stockings and underwear. Their movements were fast, sure. Their fingers pushed through my folds with ease.

This is really happening.

I needed more. Their teasing was driving me insane. I needed them to take and take hard.

“ Say it .”

Their command had my cunt fluttering. My mouth dried up, and it took great effort to swallow against the pressure of their arm on my throat.

“You’re so wet. Achin’ , aren’t you?” they asked, their tone more like a purr. “Just say it, and I'll relieve that ache for you.”

I’m more than aching. My body was absolutely vibrating with need. The feel of their fingertips against my folds had me quickly turning into the wanton version of myself I showed on the internet.

But this time it’s real.

Cam had somehow turned my body into putty, and I was too glad to be used by them.

My hand loosened around the bat, and, just as it was about to fall, Cam grabbed it from me. I whined at the removal of their fingers from my cunt. I had forgotten I even had the bat and cursed myself for not dropping it sooner.

They held it up for me to see.

“We aren’t doing this again,” they warned. “No more killing. Be a good girl. Listen to me, and I'll reward you. Okay?”

Good girl. I was far from that and had never been called it in my life. There was something so sinful in the way it fell from their lips and felt like more of a curse than a praise.

I clamped my mouth shut to stop whatever noise was about to force itself out. My body wasn’t listening to me. It wanted more, and with one wrong move, I would make a fool of myself in front of millions.

A smirk pulled at their lips like they could read every thought that passed through my mind. Like they knew just how much my body wanted to give in, but how my mind wouldn’t let it. They put the end of the bat to my neck, trailing it down my body.

“I’m in control here. You can try to fight it, but you won’t win. Now say it. ”

I bucked against them. I’m not following anything they fucking say. If they think they can control ? —

Beep boop.

My inner monologue was interrupted by a tiny beeping. I know that beep. We both followed the sound to see a small robot on wheels coming fast toward us, a gift in tow. Same as the one we just encountered, it was large and not too unsimilar to those robot waiters in some of the more gimmicky restaurants.

In the Games, viewers could buy gifts and send them in if they had enough money to spare. The gifts were always three times the price of the outside world, and they were often charged a fee to send them, but if they had enough money, some could even tip the scales in their player’s favor.

It would seem my viewers had other ideas, though.

On the after-dark channel, I would get extra money and sometimes even clothes and purses from loyal viewers. This felt no different.

When the robot got to us, it stopped, and the present popped open. A clear bottle was in the middle, and it was a brand I knew well.

Lube.

“Bubble gum,” I breathed, liking where our fans were going with this.

Cam’s mouth was on mine in seconds, their hot tongue forcing its way inside while they were still holding me against the wall. They kissed me like they hated me. Like I was truly their ruin, and they wanted me never to forget it.

They kissed me like they wanted to consume me. And I wanted them to.

The bat dropped with a loud clang, and their hand was back between my legs. We weren’t that far away from Ella and risked having her hear what was happening.

I hope she does so she knows just how wrapped around my finger Cam is.

Be honest, a voice said at the back of my mind. It’s you who’s wrapped around their fingers.

“Have to get you ready,” they murmured between kisses.

Our trackers were going crazy. Ping after ping filled the air, just begging for us to keep it up.

I bit down on her lip hard .

They hissed and jerked back at the same time their fingers found my entrance.

There was no gentleness to their movements. No prep with my clit. They forced two fingers inside me and began fucking me like my orgasm was on a time limit.

I threw my head back into the wall, the pain helping push away the fogginess the lack of oxygen had caused as they let up just slightly to allow me a bigger gulp of air. One I took greedily as moans fell from my lips.

The heel of their hand ground against my clit, eliciting curses from me.

They knew what they were doing. Not only that, they were trying to prove me wrong by getting me to my orgasm faster than I had ever experienced.

And it’s real.

For the first time since entering the maze, I began to panic. I was going to come. For real . In front of millions of people.

One thing I loved about my after-dark channel was the control I had over what the audience saw. And I was damn good at faking my orgasms.

But here was this thembo cowboy, threatening to make me come with just a few strokes of their fingers.

It was downright insulting.

When I jerked against them enough for them to realize their hold on me wasn’t as strong as they thought, they switched, replacing their meaty arm with their hand. Their fingers curled around my throat and had me gasping.

I couldn’t help the way my body reacted. I was on fire. Whining like a needy cat in heat.

I need more.

“You’re gonna be a good girl,” they reminded me. Their hand left my cunt to pull at my top, revealing a breast. Their actions were harsh, degrading even, and gave everyone a chance to see me exposed.

Their intake of breath only sent me hurdling closer to my orgasm.

“Touch me,” I forced out. “I need to come.”

“Not yet. Tell me, Aubrey, do you like havin’ everyone watch you come on a stranger’s hand?”

Their words had a shocked gasp slipping from my mouth. Am I that obvious? My cunt squeezed around nothing, missing the stretch of their fingers.

They didn’t give me a chance to respond before their mouth covered my nipple and bit down.

They don’t even need to touch me. If they keep doing this, I may just come all on my own.

I couldn't fathom how it was even possible. Even outside my after-dark channel, no one had ever made me come so fast.

Then their hand was gone, and they dropped between my legs.

“Show me that needy pussy.”

My hands were pulling up my skirt before I could register that I had actually listened to their command. To make matters worse, I spread my legs for them.

“Good God, you’re so sinfully gorgeous.” They said it like a curse. “You were made to tempt me.”

“Give the people what they want.” I was positively shaking with need. My wetness had already begun to pool down my legs, and by the time they were lubing up the handle of the bat, I was panting.

“Have this be your reminder,” they said and circled my clit with the bat. It was hard and cold and sent an erotic thrill through me like nothing I had felt before. There were three kills or more on that bat, and they were about to fuck me with it. Punish me in a way that would make me think about it every single time I bashed some Runner’s skull in with it.

“Get on with it,” I groaned and bucked against them.

“So needy,” they murmured and trailed the handle to my entrance.

It was so dirty. So obscene. And I fucking love every second of it.

I tried to grind down on it but their hand was at my hips, stopping my movements, reminding me that they were the one in control.

Control of my movements. My breathing. My pleasure. All of it right in the palm of their hand. They could crush it or nurture it. It all depended on how well I behaved for them.

Slowly, they pushed it into me. The stretch was slightly painful, but so fucking worth it. It was like my pussy was made to take all of it, to take it in greedily, to even beg for more if it fed the hunger in Cam’s eyes.

“Give the audience a show, darlin,” they said. “This will make you famous .”

I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to because they started fucking me with the bat.

So slow, but so fucking intoxicating. It was dirty, wrong, and there were millions of people watching the handle disappear into my cunt.

“Fuck, you’re just sucking it right in,” they praised. “Now you’re gonna come on this right now and we’re gonna move on, you got it?”

I let out a whine and jerked against them. The bat slid into me with little resistance, thanks to their slow movements. They were just getting me used to it, waiting for me to loosen up before?—

“Your words, darlin’.”

“ Yes ,” I breathed. Pleasure threatened to overtake me. The excitement of people watching as I fell apart—for real this time—was overwhelming.

They pulled it back out and slowly pushed it back in, twisting it in a way that made my eyes roll back into my head. They were fucking me faster then. The sickening sound of the bat working through my wet cunt was undeniable and could most definitely be heard through the millions of speakers that were tuned into us.

I all but exploded when her thumb found my clit again. I can’t take it. Everything was too much. My heart was pounding. My mind was spinning. I couldn’t breathe from the sheer force of it.

“Your manners?”

They’re fucking pushing it. But I didn’t have it in me to fight back. I wanted more. The need to come had my entire body in a vice grip.

“Yes, please!” I all but screamed.

My orgasm was so close, my cunt squeezing the bat so tightly, I was surprised they could even fuck me with it.

But it came, just like they commanded. It swept through me like a tidal wave, its claws digging into my being and threatening to rip me open in front of the world. I seized against the cool wall, letting it overtake me.

The pings were bouncing off the wall like crazy, letting me know our fans loved what we were doing. I could hear their frenzied whispers in my mind, could imagine what they were saying. But even so, I looked at my tracker. I needed to see it.

HIDEN’SLUT

Damn, she takes that bat like nobody’s business

LIL_MASO_SROKK

She could take more!

LIbrELIbrO23

fuck this year’s Games are hotter than ever before

TOTALLYNOTAGAMEMASTER

seriously who allowed straight porn this year?

3_TOAST_BOY_5

show us more tits!

MJS.QUEERBOOKCLUB

put your legs on their shoulders, she looks hungry ;)

They were watching. Not only watching—loving it. It had my pussy clenching tighter than ever. I dropped my hand, my eyes closing as I sunk into the warm feeling that spread across my body.

I was vaguely aware of Cam’s soothing words as wave after wave ran through me. It wasn’t until I had regained my regular breathing and stopped shaking that they slowly took the bat from me.

I stared down at them, unable to find the words. Their eyes were narrowed, desire so clear across their face it made me wonder if we’d have another round.

The message from the one fan that suggested I put my legs over their shoulders was starting to sound very tempting.

But then, all at once, I was hit with an emotion I rarely felt.

Embarrassment.

I had just come in front of millions. Cam had plucked it right from my carefully controlled and gridlocked fingers like it was nothing.

“You’re lucky I let you even do that,” I hissed.

They stood up to their full height, forcing me to tilt my head up to see their face.

They put the bat to my lips, my wetness shining on it.

“Thank me, sugar,” they commanded.

Just to spite them, I licked my wetness off the tip. Their eyes flashed dangerously.

“Thank you,” I whispered, a feral smile spreading across my lips. This was just the start. I couldn’t wait to see what they would do when I got my hands on them.

My hand came to their pants, but they stopped me.

“You’re still helping me with my goal, right?”

After that? Fuck yeah, I am.

I nodded.

“And you’ll behave? No more killing. And you’ll be a good girl and listen to what I say?”

Do they really think I’m going to agree to this?

They gave me a meaningful look, their eyes traveling down my body.

The message was clear: Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll get on my knees for you again.

I gave them another nod, not trusting my voice to be at full strength again.

“Perfect,” they said and put the bat to their mouth before darting out their tongue and dragging it obscenly against the metal. “ Sweet . Like peaches.”

Another violent burst of need shot through me.

They turned away with a smile that lightly graced their lips before I could even comment on their actions.

“You can trust me,” I rushed out. “About your goal and the rat.”

They paused, looking back at me.

“I know. Better get back on track, peaches.”

A warm feeling expanded in my chest. The nickname was a nice touch. Like a secret between the two of us. Only we would know how dirty it was.

I ran my fingers through my curls, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Nothing is going to stop her from getting kicked to the side now.

The rat looked up at us as we walked back, a small frown on their face.

It would have been impossible for her not to have heard it. I wanted her to. Wanted her to know that no matter how hard she tried, Cam would always take my side.

I could see through her game. She might have had them fooled at the beginning, but not me. And I would make sure Cam got to the end of the maze. Even if they didn’t agree with my ways.

“Okay, let’s get a move on,” Cam said and picked up their stuff from the ground.

I stood there, waiting for them to say the magic words… but they never came.

The rat packed up their stuff save for one of the LadyPink bars and ran to catch up to Cam. The flames of anger roared to life as she gave Cam a bar who accepted it with a smile before leading the group forward.

This wasn't the plan!

I stormed after them, catching up to Cam and shooting them a look. One they answered with a small smile instead of actually addressing the elephant in the room.

When I looked back at the rat, she was smiling at me.