Plundering Women In The Multiverse-Chapter 30. Doing in Hospital

"Haha, hearing you guys talk like that gives me a reason to keep going. I hope you keep your word. I've got an idea, but it's risky. Are you up for it? It might just save us."

David gripped the railing of the North Bay Bridge, his knuckles white as chunks of concrete crumbled into the river below. The middle section swayed, groaning under their weight, ready to collapse. Death's plan was in motion, and the bridge was its latest trap.

"Spit it out, David!" Olivia screamed, her voice raw with fear. The bridge's creaks and snaps drowned out everything else, and the air felt heavy with danger.

David's eyes glinted. "Highest safe dive is forty meters. We're at sixty. Jumping might kill us, but if we leap off this car mid-air, we could survive. I'd rather try than wait for Death to take us. Plus, I'm looking forward to celebrating with you two."

Olivia didn't flinch. "Fine, I'm in. Survive, and you can have me."

No point in playing coy when Death was circling. If she lived, she'd figure out the rest later.

Molly bit her lip. "Okay, I'll do it once if we make it."

David shoved Olivia and Molly onto the hood of a red sedan. He pushed the car toward the bridge's edge, its tires screeching against the cracked pavement. Climbing up, he joined them. The car tilted as it slid off the broken road, past the bridge's supports, angling toward the river. It was their only shot.

"Ahh!" Olivia and Molly screamed as the car plummeted. Wind roared, and the dark water rushed closer.

David's focus was sharp. He gripped their hands, fingers locked. At fifteen meters, he yanked them off the car, leaping free. His T-virus-enhanced body, a gift from the Story System, made the move possible strength and reflexes beyond normal limits. They soared, the car crashing below with a thunderous splash, spraying water high.

David hit the river feet-first, pulling Olivia and Molly with him. He swam underwater, dodging debris, then surfaced, towing them to shore. Behind them, the North Bay Bridge collapsed in a deafening roar, steel and concrete plunging into the water. Survivors on the bank stood frozen, some weeping, others whispering about what caused the disaster. No one knew Death was behind it.

Two women swam behind David. Mizu and a woman with sunglasses. The sunglasses woman had lost her sunglasses and high heels. Her bare feet kicked hard. David was surprised. They had copied his jump, risking the deadly fall. The river's impact was like hitting concrete. Only a split-second cushion saved them.The sunglasses woman groaned. "My leg is cramped!"

"Seaweed's got my foot!" Mizu yelled. She thrashed, but the weeds tightened.

Death was not done. Even after the jump, it set traps.David ignored them at first. He dragged Molly and Olivia to shore. Both coughed, spitting water. They collapsed, weak. He glanced at Mizu and the sunglasses woman, still struggling. His eyes flashed. He dove back in.

He swam to Mizu, ripping the seaweed off her. Then he grabbed the sunglasses woman, his arm around her. His hand slid to her chest, groping her breasts. He squeezed, taking advantage. She was too weak to fight.

David swam hard, pulling both to shore. Four women lay before him, each beautiful in her own way. He smirked, leaning down. He kissed them, calling it rescue. His lips pressed Olivia's first, his tongue slipping in. He stirred her mouth, then pulled back, waking her with a breath.

Next was Molly, soft and pure. Then Mizu. Finally, the sunglasses woman. Each kiss was long, invasive. He pressed their stomachs, forcing out river water. It was aid, but twisted with lust.

David tapped his radio. It still worked.

David tapped his radio. "This is David, downstream shore with four survivors. Send an ambulance."

Sirens wailed as paramedics arrived. David handed the women over, watching them loaded into the ambulance. He headed to the police station for a statement.

At the station, the Captain clapped his shoulder. "Hell of a job, David. Saving four? That's on your record."

David slid an envelope over. "Couldn't have done it without you, sir."

Captain pocketed the cash, grinning. "Report will reflect that. Need anything?"

"A week off," David said, cracking his neck.

"Done." Captain waved him off.

In a dark alley, David grabbed a dealer, slamming him against the wall. A few punches, and the guy spilled his gang's hideout. David needed a crew in this Story Realm, and a gang would do. He'd offer power, but they'd pay his price. Money bought survival, loyalty, pleasure. First, he'd secure cash, then indulge.

At the hospital, David bumped into Sam Lawton and Peter Friedkin, *Final Destination 5*'s main characters. "What're you two doing here?" he asked.

"Checking on a coworker," Sam said.

"Peter's got a problem with you, but whatever. Let's go, I need their statements." David led the way, mind elsewhere. Tonight, he'd claim his reward.

In the hospital room, Olivia and Molly sat on their beds, shaken but alive. "Feels good to breathe, huh?" Olivia said. "Didn't think we'd make it."

"Yeah," Molly replied, smiling faintly. "We're lucky. They said we can leave tomorrow." Her voice dropped. "Remember what David said? About... you know."

Olivia snorted. "He's a perv. Slipped his tongue in during 'rescue breathing.' Thought I wouldn't notice." She smirked. "But he's got charm. Wonder if he's got cash."

A city girl like Olivia wasn't naive. She'd sleep with David if the price was right, but more? That needed money. Love was nice, but cash was king.

Sam and Peter walked in, David trailing. "Molly, you okay?" Sam asked, voice soft. He and Molly had history, a spark lingering despite their breakup.

David caught their look and chuckled. * Nothing I love more than breaking up lovebirds. * He'd turn Molly into his plaything, make her crave him until Sam was a memory. He wanted her loyalty, not just her body. In this Story Realm, he was building an empire, and he needed women he could trust.

Olivia and Molly weren't just pretty. They had skills, connections. David wasn't collecting trophies; he was recruiting allies. In the Story System, sex slaves were assets tied to his life, unable to betray. If he kept them fed, clothed, satisfied, they'd stay loyal. Points were for spending, and expanding his harem was the best investment.

"Visiting hours are over," David said. "I need their statements. Come back tomorrow."

"Sure, officer," Sam said, glancing at Molly. "See you tomorrow, okay?"

Molly mumbled, "Yeah."

At the nurse's station, David slipped bills across the counter. "Taking statements. No interruptions."

The nurse pocketed the cash. "Got it, officer."

Back in the room, David locked the door. "You two feeling okay?"

Olivia tossed her hair, eyes teasing. "You're not here for statements."

"I'm fine," Molly said, looking away.

David smirked. "Just checking if our deal stands. We survived Death's trap. Let's celebrate. Tonight's perfect."

He stepped to Olivia, pulling her close. His hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing through the hospital gown. His mouth crashed against hers, tongue diving in, tasting her. Olivia's breath hitched, but she kissed back, tongues tangling, saliva mixing. He sucked her lips, drawing a moan.

His hands slipped under her gown, finding bare breasts soft, slightly bouncy. He kneaded them, her nipples hardening. Olivia's breathing grew ragged, thighs rubbing together, her pussy getting wet. David's fingers brushed lower, grazing her thick pubic hair. * She's built for sex, * he thought. * Tight, hungry, the kind that drains you. *

Molly watched, wide-eyed. David was groping Olivia in the hospital, and though they'd promised him one time, her cheeks burned. She stayed silent, staring.

Olivia's moans loudened as David's kisses deepened. He used a Story System trick, channeling energy to stoke her desire. She didn't know why she was so horny, only that she didn't want him to stop. Her hand slid into his pants, grabbing his cock thick, hard, long. She stroked it, thumb circling the tip, smiling. * This'll be good. *

David stripped, then peeled off Olivia's gown. Her curves glowed under the hospital lights. His cock, twenty centimeters, glistened with precum. Olivia knelt, stroking his cock, then took the head in her mouth, tongue swirling. Her glasses gave a nerdy, sexy vibe as she looked up, making his cock twitch.

Her mouth was warm, tongue relentless, licking the cock, teasing under the head. David groaned, grabbing her hair, thrusting gently, using her mouth like a pussy. Wet, lewd sounds filled the room as Olivia sucked, her moans vibrating against his cock. freewebnøvel.com