Page 134 of Morally Corrupt

My tongue traces her entire contour before settling on her clit. I suck it into my mouth, nibbling at it with my teeth. Her thighs clench around my head, and I'm spurred forward, licking, and devouring her juices. I insert two fingers inside her, and it takes only one motion for her to come around me. I can hear the echo of her moans feeling the air and drowning everything else out.

I give her a few more licks before she fists my shirt and brings me up for an open-mouthed kiss. Her hands go to my zipper, and she takes my cock out, stroking me from base to tip. I'm so lost in her kiss that it only takes a few pumps for me to come.

"Shit," I mutter, opening my eyes and looking at Bianca's puffy lips and glazed eyes.

"Better than drugs," she whispers and licks her lips.

Just then, the voice of the presenter echoes in the room again.

"I hope everyone's managed to come." He chuckles at his joke before introducing the next entertainment.

The stage is now empty of the previous couples.

"What's next?" I ask Bianca as I slide next to her after putting myself together. She's also put her dress back on and is now looking at the schedule.

"It says Dungeon." She frowns. "Who came up with these names? And is this supposed to be some kinky shit?"

I think we've had enough kinky shit.

Knowing we got each other off while crazy motherfuckers were there engaging in God knows what with children makes me feel shameful and disgusted with myself. I can also see that even Bianca isn't as unmoved as she always wants to appear and might need to put in some effort to maintain a poker face.

The presenter continues with the introduction of the Dungeon.

"Here at The Block, we aim to please every vice. And for our second entertainment of the evening, we have the Dungeon. Once again, please check your numbers as you might very soon get the chance for premium dining. Here and Live!"

As he finishes speaking, a chair is brought up to the middle of the stage.

Two big men bring forward another man, dragging him towards the chair and securing him with metal chains. The man has a collar around his neck that seems to feed electric stimuli into his body if he struggles. After settling the man in the chair, they bring forward an electric grill followed by a table with different utensils.

"Is that?" My eyes widen, and I think I finally get the implication.

"I will once again explain the rules for those who are new. A few numbers will be drawn for the chance to dine on our terrific prisoner. Along with the numbers, you will also receive a body part from which you can eat. The number which is lucky to get the heart will go last and will get the chance to personally carve it out of our lovely prisoner." He waves his hand towards the man in the chair, whose expression is that of pure terror.

The presenter calls out numbers, each one being delegated a body part from which they can take their pound of flesh. Some get the right leg, some the left, some the hands, and so on. Once they hear their number, they all head to a portion of the stage, awaiting their turn.

Bianca and I are at the edge of our seats, religiously checking our numbers, so we're not chosen.

"And lastly…" He builds the anticipation. "For the heart… Number 103."

Shit.

I look down at my number.

103.

Bianca's eyes snap to mine, and so fast I can barely register, she changes our tickets and stands to head for the stage.

"B!" I yell after her, but she doesn't even look back.

I watch, stupefied, as person after person takes a turn at the man in the chair.

Most of them take little bits of meat, cooking it on the grill and eating it in front of an audience.

By Bianca's turn, the man is still alive but barely.

"And now, for the highlight of this event. Miss…" He motions towards Bianca, and she answers, "Pink."

"Miss Pink is going to have the honor of carving out the heart. The rules are simple, young lady. You must not, at any point, kill him before taking out the heart. Think you can manage?" The presenter is treating this like it's game night, and this is a quest.

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