“Barbarian,” said Tasha, her eyes locked on Allen's.

“Soldier,” he said, bringing a slight smile from Tasha.

“Ok, let's get you two set up,” said the technician. “Get those clothes off.”

The staredown continued as they stripped. Years of bitter hatred had erased whatever they once felt for each other, and they were going to settle things once and for all in the DeathGame.

Allen broke the staredown to oggle Tasha's breasts as they came swinging free from the confines of her bra. She saw his eyes drop and smirked. “Get a good look, loverboy,” she said, placing her hands on her hips and pushing her naked chest out in a spectacular display. “Because these are the last pair of tits you're ever going to see.”

“More like it's the last time I'll see those tits,” he replied, as he shucked his underwear. His partial arousal gave him a good showing, and he noted with satisfaction that her eyes dropped to follow the motion of his waggling meat. “Miss it?” he asked.

“I'm thinking that will make a great trophy,” she replied as she pulled down her panties.

“I see you still shave,” said Allen, as he stepped into the game harness to get his naked body strapped in.

As the technician placed the virtual helmet onto Allen's head, he went through the rules. “You're playing at full levels with no safeties, which means every wound inflicted in the game happens to your bodies. Including maiming and mortal wounds. Understood?”

“Yes,” Allen and Tasha said in unison.

“The game can simulate two types of attack: blunt trauma, and soft tissue damage. Blunt trauma can be induced through the use of kicks, punches, and found weapons. Soft tissue damage can be induced using knifes, swords, bullets, scratching and biting. Joint locks and chokes are not simulated.”

“Biting?” asked Allen from inside his helmet.

“One of the player choices is alien,” said the technician as he fastened Tasha's helmet onto Tasha and adjusted her straps to lock her in place. “Scratching and biting are their primary weapons.”

“Makes sense.”

“The head is not a valid target because of the virtual helmet, so don't waste attacks above the neck. The game ends only when one player is terminated, or both players press the virtual “ABORT” button that will always be visible to you. Since this is a death match, the game will not be stopped when only one of you presses the abort button, or no matter how much you beg me to stop it. Understood?”

“Yeah,” said Tasha. Allen thought she sounded nervous this time. But it could just be the effect of her muffled voice from in her helmet.

“One last detail. Both of you have one option to choose that will give you an advantage. Options are ballistic armor, chain mail, extra strength, extra speed, extra stealth. Ballistic armor works on bullets, but not knives, and chain mail vice-versa. Neither one is 100% effective, and allows some damage through. As it takes more hits, it weakens and you become more vulnerable. Strength, speed, and stealth never run out. You may each choose now from the virtual selections you see before you. Then you can choose your weapons.”

Allen pressed chain mail, knowing Tasha was probably going to use swords and arrows. He guessed she was choosing ballistic armor, but didn't rule out stealth.

He looked through the selection of handguns, rifles, and shotguns. If he went for a rifle or shotgun, he'd only get one. But if he went for handguns, he'd get two. He chose two 40mm Glocks that held 15 rounds apiece. They came with a whole bunch of spare clips. Then he added a Marine combat knife. That bitch was toast.

“Ok, you each have chosen. Any questions? This is your last chance to back out. Once the game begins, I will not stop it.”

“No questions,” said Allen.

“Get it started,” said Tasha.

Allen felt his adrenaline pumping as the machine began making the link to his brain, painting the virtual world around him. Suddenly, he wasn't naked in a harness anymore, he was standing in the middle of a ruined building holding a gun. He crouched down and looked from side to side. Tasha was probably starting in the opposite part of the virtual arena, so he quickly looked for a good place to hide so he could ambush her. He chose a dark corner behind a pile of crates, where he could shoot from the gap in between. He was going to cut her to ribbons before she even figured out where he was!

He waited, watching the three potential entrances to the room. There was a front door, a back door, and a broken out window. He had clear shots at the front door and window, but he'd have to stand up to get a good shot on her if she came through the back door. Unless he waited for her to pass in front of his trap.

The minutes felt like hours as he waited, his heart pounding in his chest back in the harness. He could feel his virtual body and his real body at the same time, which was always a trip. He'd played this game about 10 times, but always with safety. He'd gotten bruised up and slightly bloodied, but never in danger of dying. It made the everything different. Everything.

...where was that bitch? He strained his ears, but heard nothing. Being in a virtual body, he could squat for hours without getting tired. Had she chosen stealth?

Suddenly there was a loud thump behind him. Before he could react, there was a hard impact and blinding pain in his right shoulder and he was tumbling sideways into the crates. He tried to raise his gun, but his arm wouldn't move.

Tasha giggled and ran as he used his left hand to draw his other gun. He fired a volley of rounds into her back as she ran through the back door. He hit with most of them, but they didn't seem to have any effect.

“What the FUCK?” he muttered as the shell casings clinked to the floor around him. He looked at his right arm and saw he was bleeding heavily. She had a big sword. It had cleaved right through his chain mail, severing muscle all the way to the bone. If it weren't for his chain mail, his arm would probably be cut clean off, and he'd bleed out in less than a minute.

Fortunately, his virtual soldier seemed quite ambidextrous, and was able to shoot accurately with his left hand. Allen stood up, his right arm swinging uselessly at his side.

“FUCK!” he said again.

“Did that hurt, baby?” came a soft voice to his right.

Allen swung around with his gun, and started shooting right away. Tasha was standing in the front doorway, her curvy body silhouetted by the light from outside. His first three shots went wide into the wall next to her, but once he lined up his sights, the next rounds went straight to the center of her torso. He shot her again and again and again, until his gun locked upen, empty.

She was unphased.

“He tried to reach for another clip with his right hand, but he let out a gasp as the pain shot through his arm, reminding him of his severed shoulder muscle.”

“Awww, are you out of those little bullets?”

“How did you take all those shots?” shouted Allen.

Tasha giggled. “I've got like +10 ballistic armor. I'm pretty much a tank! And I have the stealth of a ghost. Did I mention strength of a goddess?”

“How did you get all that? My chain mail barely did shit for me!”

“Well, let's just say I made a deal with that geeky technician. He knows a few hacks.”

“That's fucking cheating! HEY!” shouted Allen. “HEY!! Whatever she offered you, I'll double it!”

Tasha broke out in laughter. “Be careful what you offer, honey,” she said finally. “It wasn't money I gave him.”

Allen stared at her incredulously.

“Yeah, that's right. You remember how good my blowjobs are, don't ya babe?” she laughed again. “Well, I had me a nice protein shake about an hour before you arrived. As hard as he came, his balls will probably take a week to refill!”

“You fucking BITCH!”

“You think I want to risk my own ass in here? You're dead, Allen. You were the minute he strapped you in. Tell you what, let's make this fair. I'll let you reload, then I'll come for you. And I won't use the sword.”

Allen felt his arm throbbing, and knew he was loosing strength every second from blood loss. The entire right side if his shirt was soaked already. He pressed the magazine release, letting the empty fall to the floor with a clatter.

“Here,” said Tasha, “I'll even make it more fun for you.” She pulled the animal skin top off her body, leaving just her loincloth. Alen stared at her big tits as he struggled to load a fresh magazine into his pistol, then closed the slide.

“Ok,” she said, “here I come.”

Allen lined his gunsights up on the center of her chest over her heart and squeezed off a shot. The bullet bounced off, leaving a slight reddish mark on her breastbone. She continued walking towards him. He shot her again, leaving another red divot next to the other one. He started shooting faster and faster as she came nearer, his aim becoming sloppier. Her right tit jiggled violently as one of his bullets hit it, and she let out an “Oohhh!” and kept coming. More shots went to her tits, belly, and center of her chest, none of them even making her bleed. Tit shots seemed to get her attention the most, though the sounds she made when he hit them sounded almost aroused as her mammaries bounced and rippled under the stinging impacts.

Then his gun locked open, empty.

Tasha smiled and rushed him, tackling him to the ground. With one arm out, Allen wouldn't have been much of a match for her even if she didn't have the strength boost. But this fight was ridiculously one-sided as she pinned him to the ground and punched him in the face.

Allen saw a flash of white, but felt no pain. She punched him again, and the same thing. She had forgotten that blows to the head don't work. This was his first break. Thinking quickly, Allen remembered his combat knife. Ballistic armor didn't work on knives; did she have chain mail too? He had to try, and he had to move fast before she figured out her mistake! He reached down with his left hand and grabbed the handle.

“Oh, I forgot,” Tasha said. “No wonder your nose isn't bleeding! Maybe I should try punching you somewhere else? Maybe someplace painful, where men are most vulnerable?”

As Tasha raised her fist and twisted around, Allen thrust his knife upwards into her belly with all his strength, hoping he could penetrate her armor. To his surprise, the blade sank in with almost no resistance, stopping only when his hand thumped against her body. It was in to the hilt.

Tasha let out a startled gasp, and grabbed Allen's hand quickly before he could twist the blade in her guts. Allen pushed back as hard as he could, but she overpowered him, pushing the knife slowly back out of her bleeding belly. Her breaths were shallow, it must hurt to breathe.

Tasha twisted his hand downwards, turning the knife towards him, and slowly pressed downwards. Allen struggled against her, and even tried to use his right arm to hold it away, but the blade slowly came down towards his abdomen and then started pressing firmly into his chainmail.

In a desperate move, Allen bucked his hips, dislodging her and sending her light body tumbling. He still had the knife. He crouched and pounced on her, this time stabbing for her heart. Tasha put up her arms to defend her self, and the blade made deep cuts into her shoulders and biceps as Allan plunged the knife downwards again and again. One of his plunges got through, sinking into her right breast. Tasha cried out as the blade cut through the fatty tissue and glands of her large mammary, piercing though her ribcage into her lung.

That's when she punched him in the chest. The impact felt like a battering ram, throwing him back and knocking the wind out of him. As he gasped for breath, Tasha was on top of him, punching his chest, stomach, and wounded arm with her amplified strength. Allen tasted blood in his mouth as her powerful blows did damage to his internal organs, and he felt dizzy. Then he blacked out.

As he came to wheezing for breath, he felt his legs being spread, then he felt hands cupping his ass to raise his hips in the air. He looked down and saw Tasha had pulled his pants off, and had her pretty face between his legs. She could feel her breath on his dick and balls as she tilted her head forward, her long blonde hair draping over his groin.

Allen moaned as he felt a gentle cool stroke along the underside of his cock. He knew she was licking him, but the game didn't do warm or wet. So the gentle contact was metallic, as if she was getting licked by an android. The licked gently up and down, then concentrated on the sensitive area just beneath his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” said Allen. It hurt to talk, hurt to breathe. He was busted up inside, bad.

“I'm playing with my food,” said Tasha. She licked again.

“Food?” Allen's cock was starting to respond, swelling with blood and slowly snaking up his belly as it lengthened.

“Yeah. Remember the ways to induce soft tissue damage?”

Allen shuddered, and Tasha smiled wickedly.

“I stabbed you,” said Allen quickly. “You're dying. I'm probably dying too. Want to call it a draw and end this?”

“Not a chance,” said Tasha. “You're in no position to bargain. My gut wound will probably take hours to kill me. But you, you're about to bleed. BAD!”

“NO!!!” screamed Allen as she opened her mouth wide and placed her teeth around his balls. Allen could feel the cold metallic embrace around his testicles. She held his virtual balls in her open mouth, letting him ponder his fate. Then she bit down. Hard.

“AAAUUGGHHHH!!!!!” screamed Allen as the sharp mechanical jaws of the machine clamped down on his vulnerable fleshy sack in real life. Tasha raised her head and stared at him with her bloody face.

“I can't taste them,” she said, and as she did his virtual ballsack fell from her mouth and landed with a plop on his stomach. At least the simulation of them did. His real balls were probably deposited into a trash basket inside the game console. “How unsatisfying!” she said. “Then again, I tasted what's inside them many times in the past, didn't I?”

But Allen was writhing in pain beneath her. He could feel his own hot blood running down the crack of his ass from where his balls once were. She had ruined him!

“My balls!” Allen moaned, “My fucking balls!”

“Yes,” said Tasha. “Your balls.” She looked down at his penis. “Now for desert.”

“Oh, GOD; not that! Just kill me! I'm begging you, kill me!”

“That's the idea. You can't live without this thing, can you? Biting it off will open the artery inside it.”

“NOOOOO!” screamed Allen as her blonde hair draped over his stomach once again. He felt cold, mechanical jaws sliding down his belly, trying to scoop up his penis. He tried to squirm away, but she had a firm hold of him, pressing his ass up to pin his crotch against her face. Finally, she managed to scoop his cock into her jaws and she slid down to the root.

There was a pause.

“Can you feel that?” she asked around the cock in her mouth.

“Feel what?”

“Damn, I can't give you a blowjob in this game. Oh, well. Say goodbye to your little friend!”

“Oh, god,” he cried softly, waiting for the worst. Then there was a discusting crunching sound as the jaws severed through skin and gristle. Allen was expecting pain, but the sensations that shot through the bundle of nerves in his cock were beyond anything he thought he could feel. He couldn't scream, he couldn't even breathe.

Tasha lifted her head and spit out his severed dick, smiling triumphantly. Allen saw his blood rising from the stump like a drinking fountain, then lowering, then rising, then lowering. She was right; he would bleed to death quickly from this. A merciful numbness began to spread through his body as Allen watched Tasha stand above him with a smirk on her face, holding the wound in her belly.

“See ya,” she said, “I think I'll give that technician a freebie once I'm out of the hospital. I'd kind of like to do this again. It kind of turned me on. Maybe your friend, Paul, would like to play?”