Hell of a Time

Her Darkest Adventure

by Randi Holiday and Ryan Andrews

Jane is doomed to have a hell of a time when she enters her son's dark old-school horror game.

Hell of a Time is Jane's roughest adventure yet. It's the book where she realizes that even she has limits, only to have them trampled into the dirt. When the voluptuous woman willingly enters a terrifying horror game, she’s captured and used by possessed soldiers in a brutally rough gang bang and caught by a dangerous and demonic creature. The sexy mom is in dire straights and desperately needs rescued when she meets a muscled military hero. After this dark trip into the gaming world, Jane is derailed from her quest for rough sex and her goals shift toward a quest for something, or someone, else.

About the series: There are currently fifteen books in the Casual (sex) Gamer series, and they are all currently being re-published. Many of them have been banned, so needless to say, they are rather rough. The main character, Jane, is a lusty MILF and a 'sexual thrill-seeker' who discovers she can travel into strange worlds to live out her kinky fantasies of rough sex, BDSM, and dub-con. The best part is that she's always returned home completely intact, no matter how terrifying her adventures become. In this series, every book is inspired by an actual video game.

Word count: 10,500

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

Sunday night, Zack came home and headed to bed 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, it must be easier than the last time surely...if it turned out to be too tame then she'd just switch to a more extreme game, she decided.

After her son left for school, she hurried to the console, not even bothering to change out of her short little nightie. The promise of another unknown adventure, and the possibility of meeting another man like Damien had her eager to begin. Jane's excitement was evident by the moisture between her legs as she knocked the controller on the table. As usual, the piece flew off that transported her into whatever game was in the console and her fingers began to tingle.

When the television screen flickered to life, Jane stepped closer and the controller glowed red as a word “WARNING!” appeared on the screen. It slowly scrolled away and was followed by a disturbing list of disclaimers that strangely excited her. "This game contains blood and gore, extreme violence, disturbing content, dismemberment, demonic sex, gang-bangs, and inhumanly well endowed creatures and men. Enter with extreme caution. All injuries will be repaired during gameplay."

"What? Good God, that sounds intense. What kind of old school game has all that?" she muttered, blinking in shock as she stared at the warnings. Could she handle such an intense video game? Jane settled back on the couch and chewed her nail, thinking it over. It made her nervous but also excited her. As usual, her impulsive nature won out, and she hastily announced, "Okay, I'm going for it…I give my consent."

The very moment she finished her sentence, the floor disappeared and she began to fall through blackness.

***

In the game world, 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.

***

Jane crashed down into a bin full of laundry, and breathed a sigh in relief. "Thank goodness for that...Better landing than last time."

She peaked out and looked around the dimly lit concrete room. It smelled pleasantly of bleach as she climbed out of the huge bin. Walking past a long row of washer and dryers, she headed for a metal door that was set in a wall of cinder blocks.

"This seems kind of boring actually," she muttered, "What kind of stupid ass game has a laundry room, anyway?"

She paused as she passed another laundry bin and looked inside, noticing a lot of combat uniforms in camouflage patterns. 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. At the thought of muscled soldiers to play with, a dull throb began between her legs. Maybe she'd purposely anger them and suffer the temporary consequences.

Just as she reached the large metal door, she heard a terrible racket on the other side of it. It sounded to her like a fight was going on that might involve several people. The voices were very unpleasant and angry enough to scare her into hiding in the laundry bin she'd just passed.

The sergeant stopped outside the door, sniffing the air like a wild animal, his face contorting as he did so. "Something here," he growled, the rest of the squad halting messily. There was an exchange of blows as they bumped into each other before he snarled them into quietness.

He shot the lock off the door, which was actually unlocked, but he just wanted to shoot something. The smell was much stronger as he stomped inside the room and he paused to glare around.

Jane tried to hold perfectly still inside the bin. The gunfire had been a definite buzzkill and now she was scared out of her head. However, all the pumping adrenaline caused her to get wet between her legs. She squeezed them closed and cursed her strange kink as she became highly aroused.

"Hmm, woman…in laundry,” the man growled, kicking Jane's laundry bin viciously, denting the metal in his frustration.

Jane thought they’d shot her bin and she reflexively jumped and then quickly froze again, settling under the laundry. She clamped a hand over her mouth to contain the threatening scream, but was calmed a bit as she remembered this was only a game. Besides, the room seemed to be filled with soldiers that oozed testosterone, and that had to be a good thing…didn't it?

The sergeant's nostrils flared, scenting something very tasty nearby. It was the woman again. He grinned cruelly and gestured to two of the squad, smashing the nose of one when he hesitated. "Grab bin, tip over."

He laughed as they obeyed, sending Jane rolling over the floor in a pile of dirty clothes. "Well, well...Thought all civilians dead. Good find, was wrong."

His eyes narrowed as he snarled at the squad to back away from her, the one with the bloody nose ignored him until he got the butt of the shotgun to the throat. Jane cringed, and made a mental note not to hesitate if the bulging hulk of a man issued an order. Even so, it was very difficult for her to keep her smart mouth shut because she really wanted to tell the man to start using proper english. However, as she stared up at the band of mentally depraved soldiers with red eyes, she was able to hold her tongue.

"Said back away!” The sergeant shouted. The soldier groped for his pistol, half drawing it before the sergeant’s shot removed his head. He grunted and kicked the body before turning back to Jane.

She was completely horrified yet also relieved by the guaranteed recovery after her adventure. The headless soldier was a dead giveaway that this was going to be rough, just as she'd expected.

"You, up! This way!" the leader commanded.

Jane scrambled to her feet and suddenly felt very small, surrounded by the troop of huge men. She was actually hesitant to even call them men, because of their glowing red eyes and the disturbing animalistic sounds they occasionally made.

The leader leaned close and sniffed the air around her then shoved his hand between her slick folds long enough to feel her wetness. He grinned and licked his fingers off, gesturing to another soldier. The man stepped forward and scooped her over his shoulder and as he held her against him, he slid his hand between her legs and worked one finger into her tight ass and another into her wet pussy. Jane never imagined being carried while also having both holes penetrated, and she squirmed until he purposefully pressed them inside her deeper to hold her still.

The group was suddenly on the move, and the sergeant led the way out of the laundry room towards the barracks. As they silently traveled the damaged corridor, she thought the place was downright creepy. They passed blood splattered and bullet ridden walls, moving swiftly and silently. Jane realized that there must be a danger nearby, and wondered what could possibly threaten the huge, heavily armed men.

Finally, they entered the barracks and Jane was put down. She stumbled back a few steps, looking around the big room. The leader of the squad pointed to a pile of blankets and mattresses in the center of the floor that more closely resembled an animal den. "There, now!" he barked, tossing his gun aside.

As she stared at the jumble of bedding and weighed her options, the big man impatiently ripped the nightie right off her body. Her clothes were torn away in most of her fantasies, but this happened so fast that it caught her off guard and she didn't even have time to enjoy it.

The other soldiers crowded forward, but stopped as they surrounded the blanket, kept back by the force of his glare. There were some perks to rank, even in impic forces, and his hands reached out for her breasts, squeezing roughly before pushing her down to her knees.

"Open legs," he ordered, "First me then them."

As she remembered the headless soldier below, she decided to be as agreeable as possible. The soldiers moved in closer, surrounding her to await their turn. They stared at her intently, the bulges in their pants intimidating as they slobbered like dogs.

Her heart thundered as a wave of nerves swept over her, and she knew that it was way past the time for second thoughts. Even though she was usually up for anything, if this game had a panic button, she'd consider using it.

The sergeant opened his trousers, grunting as he focused his impic essence, and Jane stared in amazement as his monster penis writhed almost prehensilely as it grew, extending to near-inhuman dimensions.

If they all had matching cocks, Jane knew she'd be in for one hell of a time. However, the dungeon visit last week proved that she could survive this group of soldiers. After all, she'd survived Horny-the-demon and his lava cum...which was something she hoped to never run into again. It helped that she fantasized many times about a rough gang-bang. The problem was that in her imagination, the men weren't drooling like animals and they didn't have red glowing eyes.

"Ready, bitch?" the leader asked, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head forward. He forced her face against his crotch, rubbing her lips on his huge cock then down the outside of it to his balls. "We'll enjoy this. Not sure about you."

A hungry growl rose from the crowd, their eyes focused on the woman like starving animals on food. Jane suddenly realized that being the center of their demonic attention turned her on, but she was still worried about what would happen. Even though all injuries quickly healed in the game world, that didn't mean they wouldn't hurt.