Electra rise of hunger

Tournament

The next evening, Electra and Emma arrived at the tournament grounds, their presence commanding immediate attention. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as potential recruits, eager to prove their worth, lined up in formation. The location, a large, dimly lit warehouse converted into an arena, was buzzing with activity.

Electra's sharp eyes scanned the room. Her belly was noticeably active, with Olivia, Sarah, and Johnny struggling harder than ever, their movements causing subtle yet visible ripples across her abdomen. Despite her composed exterior, her captives' desperate efforts were hard to ignore, adding an extra layer of tension to her already imposing presence.

Vincent, standing near the entrance, spotted Electra and Emma as they entered. He quickly approached, a confident smile on his face, and bowed slightly in respect.

Vincent: "Boss, Emma. Everything is ready. The candidates are lined up and waiting for your inspection."

Electra: (nodding) "Good. Let's see what we have here."

As they walked towards the assembled recruits, whispers rippled through the crowd. Many of the recruits couldn't help but notice Electra's belly, its movements betraying the fierce struggles of those trapped inside. Electra's shoulders moved slightly, reacting to the more intense efforts of her captives, but she maintained her steely composure, projecting an air of absolute authority.

Vincent: "Candidates, line up!"

The recruits snapped to attention, forming a neat line as Electra and Emma approached. Electra's gaze swept over them, assessing their potential. Each candidate stood rigidly, their eyes fixed ahead, but many couldn't resist sneaking glances at her stomach, where the unmistakable signs of life and struggle were evident.

Emma: (smirking) "Quite the selection this time, Vincent. They look promising."

Vincent: "Indeed. They've been through rigorous training. The best of the best."

Electra stopped in front of the first candidate, her eyes boring into him. He stood tall, but she could see the flicker of unease in his eyes as he tried to avoid staring at her moving belly.

Electra: (voice cold and authoritative) "State your name and skills."

Candidate 1: (nervously) "James, ma'am. Expert in hand-to-hand combat and firearms."

Electra: (nodding slightly) "Show me."

She stepped back, giving James room to demonstrate his abilities. He moved with precision and speed, showcasing his combat skills with a series of rapid punches, kicks, and agile maneuvers. Electra watched intently, her expression unreadable, but inwardly she felt a surge of satisfaction as her captives intensified their struggles, reacting to the adrenaline and excitement in the room.

As James finished his demonstration, Electra gave a curt nod of approval. She moved down the line, repeating the process with each candidate. The display of skills was impressive, but what truly captivated her was the reaction of those inside her. Olivia, Sarah, and Johnny were fighting with renewed vigor, their movements creating visible disturbances across her abdomen, but she skillfully masked her reactions, maintaining her air of control.

Vincent: (to the recruits) "Remember, this is your chance to prove yourselves. Give it your all."

As the final candidate finished his demonstration, Electra stepped back to address the group. Her voice was clear and commanding, carrying the weight of authority and expectation.

Electra: "You've all shown promise, but this is just the beginning. Only the strongest and most dedicated will earn a place in my ranks. Prove to me that you have what it takes, and you'll be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."