Games people play

[Sprayman]

Hi everyone.

My name is Max and I’ve been asked to introduce myself before the game begins. I was told not to use my last name.

I’m 32 years old and own my own business. Prestige Protective Services (not the real name – but it could be) is only eighteen months old but we already have a good reputation and quite a few major clients. We provide personal security for all sorts of VIP’s and Rock Star types. I’m presently taking my first vacation since I founded the firm. It sounds like it will be a fun time. You see, I’m a contestant in a reality game with a $100,000.00 prize for the winner. I plan to be that winner. I’ll be meeting my opponent soon and we will find out how the game works. It doesn’t matter how it works. I plan to win!

A little background so you can understand why I will be the winner. I joined the Navy right after high school and volunteered for the Seal Teams as soon as I could. I went through BUDS and finished first in my class. BUDS is Seal basic training and six months of pure hell. I stayed on active duty for eight years and did a tour in Iraq on my first enlistment and in Afghanistan during my second enlistment. I got out after that and used the GI Bill to go back to school and get a BS in computer science.

I’ve been involved in the martial arts, Karate, Judo, and Aikido as well as Japanese sword, since I was a teenager and still workout at least twice a week. I’m in excellent physical shape and a Seal never gives up. I will win this game!

Oh – one more thing. I’m single, a Top, and a sadist in my private life. If you don’t know what that means… well… I’m sorry for you.

I was approached by a representative of the game about three weeks ago. He told me that it was a reality game and that it was one on one competition. My opponent and I will challenge each other and the winner gets the prize. That’s all I know so far. The rules will be explained when my opponent shows up. In the meantime, I’m staying at this five star resort somewhere in the islands and living the good life. The game people flew me here on a private jet last night. It was dark when we landed and they whisked me straight into the hotel. I don’t know my exact location but today I’m working out to stay in shape for the game. The people are kind of vague about game details but that’s OK by me. Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.
 
I’m going to win!

[Chocolate Thai]

This has got to be a nightmare. I thought as I stood in the campus parking lot looking at the misshapen tubes of rubber that, earlier this morning, had been my car's tires. Twice already I'd circled around my crippled vehicle staring in disbelief at what I could only assume had been someone's idea of a twisted joke, and twice now I'd been met with the same reality. This was no nightmare. Some jerk had slashed my damned tires!
My hazel eyes quickly scanned the darkness of the parking area surrounding me. Except for a half dozen empty cars, the section where I stood was empty. Further away, I could see a couple of other students chatting idly on their way either to or from class, but they were too far away to hear me if I called out to them.  I scolded myself for not leaving home earlier so that I could have  found a parking space closer to the college but, as usual, I'd been late.  I'd had no choice but to find parking wherever I could; and that usually meant the lot farthest away from the campus.
"I don't believe this!!" I cried in frustration as I stole one more glance at the ruined tires and wished a slow, painful, death with every fiber of my being on the asshole who'd slashed them, then reluctantly I turned my back on the car and headed back toward the main campus.
As I stalked angrily across the parking lot I fumbled in my purse for my phone, intending to call information so I could get a phone number to the towing company closest to the college, but stopped dead in my tracks as something in the distance caught my attention.
I narrowed my eyes squinting to see the approaching vehicle . It was still a good distance away, but those flashing lights, the flat bed on the back...could it be? Yes! it was!
A tow truck!
  I didn't know how they had known that I needed a tow, and I didn't care at that moment. I was silently thanking God that I didn't have to wait around the campus for forty minutes for a truck to be sent out. I walked back to my car and by the time I reached it the tow truck was pulling up beside me.
The driver, a young man wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, shielding his eyes from view and mostly obscuring the features of his face, engaged the break and leaned out the window. He explained that the school called his company regarding a disabled car on the lot. I confirmed that it was my vehicle and asked him to take me to the nearest repair shop. He agreed and told me I could sit in the truck's cab while he got my car up onto the bed.
I nodded, and walked around to the passenger side of the truck letting my head fall back onto the head rest, the expense of this evil little prank weighing heavily on my mind. Towing fees, four new tires, parts and labor.... My father would pay for it all, I didn't doubt that, but I hated to heap yet another expense on him. My parents were already footing the bill for my tuition, my apartment and my daily living expenses. This was just another bill that they really didn't need, but I didn't have a choice. I was 19, in school full-time and didn't have a job. I'd have to call. I decided to put it off for the moment though..at least until we got to the auto shop and I was given the fee amount for the towing service.
Within fifteen minutes we were on the road. The driver was not very talkative and I appreciated that. I'd had a rough day and I wasn't in the mood for chit chat.  At one point His cell phone rang and he answered it, listening for a moment before speaking.
"Affirmative. The target has been acquired, she and the vehicle are in my possession."
I had been looking out the window lost in thought,when the cell phone rang, but now I swung my head toward him, my eyes narrowing  with confusion.
"Target?" I asked.
He ignored me and continued, his voice almost robotic.
"Yes, we will rendezvous with you as planned at the airport. ETA twenty minutes."
My eyes widened. What the hell was he talking about?? I didn't say anything about needing to go to any airport... and I'd had just about enough of all the stupid pranks I could stand for one night....
"Is this a joke?" I asked incredulously as he closed his cellphone, put it back in his pocket, and reached down between his feet  for something I couldn't quite make out.
"Do you hear me?? I asked, my voice rising angrily as he continued to ignore me before straightening up in his seat and finally turning to look at me.
"You can play special CIA agent or whatever the hell that just was on your own time! I told you to take me to a repair shop, not any damned airport...."
 I was still ranting at him when he lifted his arm, seemingly pointing his finger at me, but when I looked down at his hand I realized he was holding something in it. I had a moment to wonder what it was before the electrodes shot out of it and my world exploded in an shocking burst of pain.
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I replayed my last moments of freedom over and over in my mind as I looked around the small, empty cell where, less than fifteen minutes ago, I'd awaken; sore, terrified, disoriented and  completely naked except for a metal collar that had been tightly fastened around my neck. I'd recently given up trying to pry it off after many tear filled, frantic minutes of pulling and searching for a button that would open it. Now, I desperately searched the tiny cell that imprisoned me for an escape route; not wanting to waste time on speculating about the identity of the man who'd kidnapped me... or the person he'd spoken to on his cell phone before shocking me with the stun gun...or of the woman dressed as a nurse who'd injected me with a sedative when I'd woken up briefly on a private jet headed for some unknown destination.  No.  I didn't want to know the identities of people who would think up, finance, and then orchestrate something like this, and I didn't want to think of what they had planned for me.
I just wanted to go home.
But as the minutes ticked on, it became more and more evident that I wouldn't be going home, or anywhere else, any time soon, or ever for that matter.
"This has got to be a nightmare." I whimpered as I came to grips with the fact that there was no way out of here.
I lowered my head to my hands and struggled to keep the panic and despair that was welling up inside me under control. Trembling, I  withdrew to a corner of the cell and sat with my back against the cold concrete, drawing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, waiting to see what would happen next... and praying for the strength to deal with whatever that might turn out to be.

[Sprayman]

OOC

Some information for our readers to clarify what follows. I will be playing 2 parts in this RP. The first is the main male character – named Max. The second is a faceless voice that will be called ‘Judge’ and who will oversee the game. All entries from this official will start with the word ‘Judge’. If that word does not appear, the entry will be from Max.

IC

Judge

The closed circuit TV system is working perfectly. I’ve been watching Simone for almost 30 minutes, as she woke from our sedative and tried franticly to remove the collar we had locked around her neck. Finally she was settling down a bit. It was time to tell her about the game and her part in it. Not everything, at least not yet. Just enough so she could start to understand what was about to happen to her. I reached out and pressed the button to activate the speakers in her cell.

“Simone, you are to sit still and listen. I can see you and hear you. You may refer to me as Judge when you speak to me, but for now just listen.”

“You have been selected to compete in a reality game. You have no choice. You will play or you will die. The collar around your neck can only be removed with an electronic key which I hold. If removed any other way, it will explode, and you will die. Additionally, it can stun you much like you were stunned when we captured you. I control that feature as well. If you try to escape, the collar will detonate automatically when you leave the building you now occupy. The detonation will prove fatal for you and anyone within about ten feet. You cannot escape but if you agree to compete willingly, I will arrange more comfortable accommodations for you. You will be clothed and moved to another room in this building. The room will be similar to a high quality hotel with all the usual amenities. You will still be a prisoner but a much more comfortable one.”

“So Simone, will you play our game… or would you prefer to spend the night naked in your cell?”

“You may speak now.”

[Chocolate Thai]

I nearly jump out of my skin as a disembodied male voice begins speaking. My eyes are wide as he addresses me by name and tells me he can see me, causing me to hug my trembling legs tighter to my chest in an effort to hide my nudity.

'A game...this is all some type of reality show??' I think, as he speaks.

 When he explains the use for the collar encircling my neck, I unconsciously reach up to touch the cold steel, visions of my head exploding playing in my head and making me shudder.

'Selected? How could I have been selected for something like this? I never signed up for anything...' my mind cries, as my fingers absently trace the contours of the collar.  'This can't be real...this has to be some sort of joke!'

The loud pounding of my racing heart replaces the sound of his voice in my ears as he stops speaking and falls silent, waiting for my answer. I shake my head in denial of what he's saying...what he's proposing. I refuse to even dignify his question with an answer.  Whoever he is, he is obviously crazy, and I didn't want to encourage his madness by participating in it any further than I'd already been forced to.

"Who are you?" I demand angrily, my voice shaking with fear and outrage. My eyes search the ceiling of the cell where I guess the camera he is viewing me on must be mounted. I don't see it, but the feeling of being watched is unmistakable.

"You can't do this to me...I-I have a family..people will be looking for me!...I don't want to play any reality game!...I didn't sign up for this!" I cried, my voice rising shrilly.  "I want to go home!"

[Sprayman]

Judge

“Who am I?”

“You won’t ever know that Simone. All you need to know about me is that I hold your life in my hands. I can detonate your collar at the push of a button and your life is over.”

“I can’t do this to you…”

“I already have Simone! You are not in the United States any longer. Your family is thousands of miles away. You and your car have disappeared from the face of the earth… gone without a trace. I’m sure people are already looking for you since you were captured almost 24 hours ago. Let them look.”

“No one at your college ever got close enough to identify our tow truck and it has already been repainted in any case. In fact it isn’t in Pennsylvania now and neither is your car. You were flown to another city, placed on a second private aircraft there and flown here. There is no record of you leaving the US or arriving here, and you have no idea where here is.”

“As for not wanting to play the game… that is your decision to make. If you do not want to play, you will remain here, in your cell. You will remain naked and will not be afforded any comfort items at all. No toilet or bathing facilities, no bed, no privacy, no clothes or even a blanket. You won’t get any food or water either. You will simply remain in your cell until you agree to play… or die of thirst!”

“There is only one way for you to go home and that is for you to play, and win the game. If you do, not only will you go home, but you will go home $100,000.00 dollars richer. The winner of our game takes home the prize, a cashier’s check for $100,000.00 and some other things as well. We will even replace the tires your car needs so badly. All of that will be explained if you agree to play. Otherwise it will take about five days for you to dehydrate and die.”

“It would be a shame and a terrible waste if you decide not to play but that is your choice to make. In fact, it is about the only thing you still control. One more thing, if you decide not to play, and prefer a slow lingering death, we will make use of your fine young body… while it is still desirable. 24 hours from now, if you still refuse to play, I will allow my staff to subdue and rape you repeatedly. Perhaps you will get some pleasure from that as you pass your final days. Perhaps not…”

[Chocolate Thai]

'It can't be true...he has to be lying!' my mind cries.

 I struggle to process the fact that I am not even in the United States anymore, but I know that at this point it really doesn't matter. Wherever I might be, I'm a long way from home.  The memory of waking, briefly, to see clouds floating past the oval cabin windows of that private Jet tells me that much.

But then...that is the least of my problems.

Agree to play...or die...  His words play over and over again in my mind like a broken record, and I clamp my hands over my ears in a futile attempt to shut them out. His promises of money and four new tires meant nothing at all to me. My freedom and self preservation, on the other hand, mean everything. The thought of wasting away slowly, from starvation and dehydration, while countless numbers of strange men hold me down and repeatedly rape me is nauseating.

My 'decision' of whether to play or not, had essentially already been made for me. I was now just expected to say the words...no...I was being forced to say them, just as I am being forced to participate in whatever twisted game he has in mind.

Anger wells up inside me as I realize just how powerless I am. I have no choice but to do what he wants.

"I'll play your game." I say, finally.

 "Do you hear me, you crazy BASTARD??!!" I shout up at the ceiling where I imagine the camera he's using is hidden, my hands closing into fists and striking the concrete floor on either side of my naked body.

"I said, I'll play your DAMNED GAME!"

Shaking with rage now instead of just fear, I lower my head to my knees and hug my legs close to me again.

"I'll play, alright." I whisper to myself, fighting back angry tears. "I'll play...and I'll win, too...and then maybe I'll look you up so we can play a little game called dodge the bullet, you sick fuck!

[Sprayman]

Judge

Simone has made the expected decision, because she really had no choice at all. We couldn’t afford to let her have a real choice. Far too much time, effort, and expense went into her capture and we don’t have the time to find a replacement. The show must go on!

“An excellent decision Simone and I’m pleased that you made it quickly. Let’s make you more comfortable and then we will talk a bit more. In a moment, a woman servant will bring you a coverall to wear. She doesn’t speak English so please don’t waste time trying to talk to her.”

“Put on the coverall and follow her to your new quarters. Please don’t be bashful about dressing while I watch. After all, I personally stripped you and put the collar around your neck while you were unconscious. I’ve already seen all that you have to offer. Also, I will be observing you at all times, since the entire building is constantly monitored via closed circuit TV. Please remember that I can stun you through your collar at any time. Also remember that you cannot leave the building without my assistance since your collar will detonate automatically if you do.”

As Simone listens to me speak, one of the resort slave girls is sent to the cell with a coverall. There are many things that Simone and Max don’t know about the game yet. Even though Max is here voluntarily, he doesn’t know where here is.

This building is on an island. On the other end of the island is a famous resort. Famous, and yet a closely guarded secret from most of the world. The name of the resort… Joy Beach! This game is a new enterprise for the resort. It will be recorded from many hidden cameras and the paying guests will be able to watch in real time if they wish. It is also being taped and will be distributed to many locations as a new reality game show. It will be edited as needed to permit distribution. If all goes well, the prize will be more than covered by the profit from broadcasting the game. Three of Joy Beach’s richest clients have covered the expenses and are the sponsors of our game.

I see the collared and sarong clad slave girl approaching and press the combination to unlock the door of Simone’s cell.

“Simone, here are the coveralls. Hurry and put them on. Then follow her to your room.”

[Chocolate Thai]

My skin begins to crawl as the man who calls himself  'Judge' calmly tells me that he is the one who personally undressed me while I was unconscious. I think of this strange, obviously insane, and perverted man, disrobing me and touching my naked skin, and I shudder with revulsion; my hate for him growing even deeper.

 I hear the echo of a door opening and closing in the distance, immediately followed by the shuffle of quickly moving feet approaching the entrance to my cell. A petite Asian girl of about my age comes into view. Her head is down and her long hair all but obscures her features. She is barefoot, and dressed in nothing but a skimpy white sarong that clings to her small frame. She pauses at the door of the cell for a moment as she waits for it to open . A low buzzing sound fills the room and she pushes the cell door open and hurries over to me, never making eye contact as she leans down and holds out a garment for me to receive.

Now that she is closer, I can see that she is a stunning beauty. My eyes roam the features of her face, trying to guess where on the continent of Asia she might be from. I'm sure the Judge was truthful in his statement that she doesn't speak English, but fortunately that didn't mean I had no hope of communicating with her.

I rack my brain for the right words and then ask her, in a badly broken Thai dialect, where I am.

She doesn't answer me, but the way her body tenses I know that she understands what I'd just said. Her puzzled eyes flicker toward me for a second before quickly scanning the ceiling of the cell and finally dropping back to the floor.

 I understand her initial confusion. With the Chocolate tone of my skin, it is evident that I am a Black woman. It is usually not until people get closer to me and see my high cheekbones, slightly slanted dark hazel eyes, delicate facial features, and long straight black hair, that they realize I also have Asian heritage.

My father Is Thai. He was born and raised in the United States but his parents are originally from Thailand. He learned enough Thai, growing up, to communicate well with them, but is no where near fluent in the language. What my brothers and I learned from him was next to nothing, but it is enough for my purposes at the moment, and I thank God that I remember this much at all.

 "Can you help me, please?" I ask desperately, again in Thai.

Her thin eyebrows furrow together in a frown, but she keeps her head down and again, doesn't answer. Her hand goes up to her neck briefly, and for the first time I notice the collar there, identical to the one I now wear.  He said that she is a servant, but she really isn't; not a free one anyway. If she had been free to come and go as she pleased there wouldn't be any need for the collar. She is also a captive, a slave of some sort. She is in no position to help me, even if she wanted to.

She makes a slight thrusting motion with her hands, gesturing for me to take the clothing she holds. I can see the growing agitation on her pretty face. She had been given the task of bringing me the coverall and I wonder if she will be punished in some way if I refuse it.

It takes only one glance at the fading, finger shaped bruises on her upper left arm to confirm that she will, indeed, suffer consequences if she doesn't carry out her orders.

"Oh God, what are they doing to you." I whisper sympathetically in English, more to myself than to the girl now trembling before me.

'And what are they going to do to me...'

Not wanting to be the cause of any future torment for her, I give up my efforts to communicate with the girl and take the coverall from her shaking hands. The look of relief on her face is almost heartbreaking.  She straightens up quickly, and walks over to the cell door, turning her back to me as she waits for me to dress myself. I'm grateful for that small bit of privacy, but then, I know she is not the only one who would be able to see me dressing. My eyes scan the ceiling, narrowing hatefully as I remember his suggestion that I not be bashful. I'll be damned if I give the bastard behind the camera a full view of my naked body again, though. I don't care if he's seen it already or not. His free peep show was ending right now.

Defiantly, I remain seated in the corner and quickly pull the garment over my head, tugging it down to cover my body as I begin to stand; effectively lessening any view he might get of my nakedness while I dressed.  Once I am on my feet, I glance down at myself and groan inwardly.

 Wearing the coverall is better than being naked...but not by much. The garment is nothing but a finely netted, white, top that clings to my curves and stops just under the swell of my ass cheeks. The fine netting shows hints of my skin underneath, but thankfully allows no detailed view of my nudity. I try to pull it down further to better cover my behind, but when I do, the friction of the netting against my nipples makes them harden, and the outline of them is clearly visible beneath the fabric. I'm unable to cover my behind and my breasts at the same time so I opt to cover my breasts. I fold my arms over them to conceal them and my fully erect nipples from view, before stealing one more contemptuous glance up at the ceiling. I take a second to wish the Judge into the deepest, darkest, fiery pits of hell, and then walk up to the girl waiting patiently for me at the entrance of the cell.

Without looking up at me, or saying a word, she walks out of the cell and I follow her, silently, to my next destination.

[Sprayman]

Judge

Simone doesn’t follow orders well. Perhaps I wouldn’t either in her shoes but that doesn’t excuse her. I’ll make sure she understands who is in charge once she is in her room. The Vietnamese slave girl Cam didn’t respond to the contestant’s attempts to speak to her but I’ll have to keep in mind that Simone has some knowledge of Asian languages.  Oh well, no harm done. Cam is well trained and knows we hear everything said in this building.

As I’m mulling this over in my mind, Simone and Cam have reached the elevator. Cam motions Simone in and then presses the top floor button. I allow the elevator to move and the two girls are quickly lifted to the tenth floor. The door opens and Cam leads Simone to her room. There are only two suites on this floor and the other is empty, since Max is finishing a swim in the courtyard pool on the ground floor. He and Simone will meet tomorrow when I brief both of them about the game. With my control panel, I unlock Simone’s door as Cam reaches for the doorknob. She opens the door and motions Simone in. When Simone steps into the foyer of her suite, Cam remains in the hall and closes the door which locks automatically.

“Well Simone, this is your room for the duration of the game. You are on the tenth floor and your windows and door are locked. Your suite has a bedroom and full bath, a sitting room with TV and stereo and the foyer you are standing in. The closet in the bedroom has street clothes in your sizes and there is lingerie in the dresser, also in your sizes.  You may use the bathroom in a few minutes if you wish. For now, please go into the sitting room and have a seat.”

After a brief pause, Simone does as she is told, and takes a seat on the sofa.

“Alright Simone, lets get a few things straight. None of the staff here will help you escape. Most of them, like the girl Cam that you just saw, won’t even speak to you. They are well-trained and know the rules. You do not!”

“The first rule here is to do as you are told. I told you not to speak to Cam but you did anyway. Disobedience will not be tolerated but I will be lenient this time since you might not have understood.”

As I speak to Simone, my hands fly over my control panel, setting Simone’s collar to deliver a shock of 10,000 volts at a low non-damaging amperage. This is enough to cause pain and dizziness but won’t render her unconscious. It will be a small but unmistakable lesson.

“To help you remember the rule, I have arranged a little lesson for you. This is the lowest setting for your collar…!”

Then I press the button and send a painful lightening bolt through Simone’s tender neck. Simone’s whole body convulses from the shock and her eyes almost pop out of her head.

“Perhaps now you will do as I tell you. Remember, that was the lowest setting. I can make it much worse! It is almost eight o’clock in the evening local time. The telephone beside you only connects with this building and cannot reach beyond. Press ‘1’ for any questions or assistance you require or ‘2’ to order a meal if you are hungry. The menu is under the phone. The TV is closed circuit and has no regular channels but does have a library of films for your entertainment. You may use the bathroom now or order a meal if you wish. If you wish to speak to me, simply say ‘Judge’ and I will hear you. Try to get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow morning, you will meet your game opponent and receive a briefing about the game and its rules.”

“The game begins tomorrow…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I stare longingly at the closet filled with clothes as I sit perched on the edge of the hotel room's sofa. I silently wish that he would shut the hell up and finish scolding me about speaking to the servant girl, so that I can pick out some real clothing and get out of the skimpy coverall I'm now wearing. I almost have him completely tuned out, but then I hear him mention something about teaching me a lesson, and I turn my attention back to what he is saying.
 
'Lesson?' I think, 'What kind of le-.'
 
 The thought is eradicated from my mind when, a moment later, a horrific bolt of pain courses through my body. My eyes fly open wide and a scream of agony is ripped from my throat as every muscle in body contracts violently. The shock only lasts a second but it feels like an eternity. At the end of it, I find myself on my hands and knees; staring at the carpeted floor, and lost in a state of bewilderment, pain, and paralyzing fear that another shock will follow the first one.
 
The Judge is still speaking, but his voice sounds like it's miles away.  My ears are ringing and my mouth is filled with a metallic taste, as if the electricity that shot through the collar was something physical, and I'd taken a bite of it. I shake my head to clear it and attempt to rise, but a wave of dizziness comes over me and I sink back to the floor, sobbing miserably.
 
A few more moments pass as the judge finishes speaking and then the room is silent except for my small whimpers of pain. The dizziness and muscle aches slowly begin to subside and I am finally able to get up from the floor; leaning heavily on the sofa for support. A wave of nausea hits me as I sway unsteadily on my feet and I know I'm going to be sick.

"He shocked me!" I think, wiping the tears from my eyes and heading toward the bathroom I'd seen upon entering the room. "The bastard shocked me!!"
 
I am in a state of disbelief as I drop to my knees in front of the toilet and retch up the meager contents of my empty stomach.  He'd told me initially, in the cell, that the collar was capable of delivering shocks, but somehow this fact hadn't clearly registered to my mind. Now, as I suffer the after effects of the electic current, this feature of the collar fastened around my neck is painfully clear. I recall his warning that the shock was delivered at the collar's lowest setting and I shudder, unable to imagine what a more powerful jolt would feel like.

I would have to be more careful.

When I'd first been released from the cell, I had fully intended on searching my new quarters for possible escape routes or ways of contacting help from the police or my parents, but the electric shock had effectively deterred me from these plans.
 
For now.

Even as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and flush the toilet, still fighting back waves of nausea and dizziness; I have no intentions of giving up on getting out of this situation, whether it be by winning the game or by escaping...but I also have no intentions of giving the sadistic Judge another obvious reason to shock me. Until I have a solid plan, I will have to go along with what he says...within reason, of course.

Nearly an hour later, I lay in the king sized hotel bed; freshly showered, my mouth tasting of toothpaste instead of bile, and dressed in the most conservative sleepwear I could find. My stomach growls with hunger but I can't even think about food without feeling sick all over again. I can still feel his eyes on me and I know he is watching me carefully, probably just waiting for another excuse to use the collar against me... but he wouldn't get that satisfaction tonight.

Tonight I am going to try to get some sleep, and prepare myself as best I can for the game he says will begin tomorrow.

I hope my opponent is ready for me. Because I have every intention of winning the Judge's 'game' and escaping this nightmare...by any means neccessary.

[Sprayman]

Judge

The shock causes Simone to become ill and she empties her stomach in the commode when she is able to stand and walk into the bathroom. Her tolerance to electrical shock must be lower than most. This is another fact I add to my knowledge of this contestant. Many of our slave girls could take that level of shock with nothing more than an involuntary shiver, a deep gasp, or a soft yelp.

I watch silently as she sorts through the available clothing and selects sleepwear. Then she showers and brushes her teeth before lying down on the bed. Although the bedside light is still burning, it appears Simone is settling in for the night. She didn’t order food or drink and her eyes are closed.

Max returned to his room while Simone was showering so I activate a monitor in his room and see he has showered as well. I spoke to him earlier today briefly. Now may be a good time to talk with him further.
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“Max, this is the judge again. Tomorrow morning, you will meet your opponent and be briefed on the game and its rules. I wanted to advise you of a few facts now. First, your opponent is not here voluntarily and will probably have an attitude problem or two. The player is wearing a metal collar like the one on your night table and is unable to remove it. Your opponent’s collar has features that allow us to prevent escape. The one on your night table is inert and is nothing more than a metal band.”

“I’m going to ask you to put it on and wear it for the duration of the game. The reason is to prevent your opponent from thinking that you have any advantage. If you are wearing a collar, then you appear to be in the same situation as your opponent. It is light weight and should not cause you any discomfort at all, and as I said, it is completely inert. Please put it on now.” 

Max

As the voice that calls itself ‘Judge’ speaks I go to the night table and pick up the collar. It is a simple band of what looks like steel but seems lighter. It must be an alloy of some sort, possibly aluminum or titanium. It has a barely visible seam and hinge and I can’t figure out how to get it open. Then suddenly it opens almost like magic, allowing me to put it around my neck. Once around, it seems to lock closed and I’m unable to get it open again. It’s a snug but comfortable fit though.

Judge

“Max, I unlocked it and will unlock it again whenever you wish, as long as you are alone. If you don’t mind, I’d like you to wear it tonight so you become used to it. Is it a comfortable fit?”

Max answers with an affirmative nod, so I continue.

“Wearing the collar should help your opponent to accept you. There will be some anger but it should be directed at me since I’m the authority figure and have had to discipline your fellow player already. The collar should allow you to be accepted as just another prisoner and an equal. Only you and I will know otherwise.”

“After the briefing tomorrow morning, we will begin the game. Sleep well and good luck tomorrow.”
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Max says “Good night” as I return my attention to Simone. Her eyes are closed but her breathing tells me she isn’t sleeping yet. I’m sure she is thinking hard and planning her escape. I expect Max will win the game without my help but I want to make it as easy as possible for him. A bit more stress will make sleep harder to find for Simone.

“Simone, I’m going to turn off the light now. By the way, it was pleasant watching you shower. The cameras in the bathroom gave a great view and work even in full dark, as do all the cameras in your suite. I wanted to tell you that we have had dozens of unwilling female guests here and not one has managed to escape. The only way you will ever see your friends and family again is to win the game. Rest well because tomorrow will be a difficult day.”

“Good night…”

With that, I turn off her light, leaving only the dim glow of the tiny night light in the bathroom. Personally, I’m looking forward to tomorrow! I hope Max is pleasantly surprised by Simone…

[Chocolate Thai]

The Judge startles me yet again when he begins speaking and I sit up quickly, my heart pounding and eyes wide. As if that isn't bad enough, the bastard tells me how much he enjoyed watching me shower....actually gloating about it!

I knew he was watching...could feel his filthy gaze as a matter of fact... but to have him taunting me about it....I was livid.

"Fuck you...you PERVERT!" I scream at the ceiling, my blood boiling.

I let my upper body fall back heavily onto the bed as he finishes speaking and the lights in the room go out. I could give a damn if no one before me has ever escaped.

"There's a first time for everything, asshole."  I think, my jaw clenched with anger.

I lay there for a long time after that, obsessively thinking of ways to escape...and of course thinking of ways I would torture and kill the so called 'Judge' if I ever had the pleasure of meeting him face to face on my terms.

[Sprayman]

Judge

I’d be willing to bet that sleep will be slow coming for Simone now. She is fully awake and very angry with me – just the way I want her! I turn the surveillance board over to the night shift and go to my own apartment for a well-deserved rest. I will be called if anything happens but am sure that Simone will do nothing to disturb me with the shock fresh in her mind.

The next day - 6:00 AM

After a restful night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast, I’m back at the surveillance controls watching Simone sleep. Records show she didn’t rest well even though it was almost 2 AM when she finally dropped off. Bad dreams perhaps but never the less, it’s time to wake her and start her day. Max is already awake and eating his own breakfast. Like me, he seems to be an early riser. I greet him and tell him to go to the conference room on the 9th floor at 7:30 for the game briefing. Once he is there, I will have his opponent join him.

I decide to wake Simone with some music. Perhaps ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ from Die Walkure by Wagner and performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. A lovely stirring bit to get her in the mood for our game.

Turning on the speakers, first at normal volume, I say “Good morning Simone.”

Then at full volume, I give her about 70 seconds of Wagner…!

[Chocolate Thai]

Oh... My...God!!!...this guy really IS a friggin sadist!! I think as I press the fluffy white bed pillows against my ears in a futile attempt to block out the blaring music; The blaring orchestra music.

I'd had a rough night.

 I'd lain awake countless hours plotting revenge on the judge and thinking of ways to escape. When I'd finally fallen asleep, my dreams had been plagued with images of family, screaming my name and reaching out for me as something dark and unseen grabbed me and pulled me out of their reach everytime they got close.

I was almost grateful when the Judge began speaking, ripping me out of the terrible nightmare.

 Grateful, that is, until he started playing this God awful music...

'Oh, Just kill me now' I think, growling in anger and rolling from side to side on the bed as I press the pillows even harder against my ears.

I know the Judge is no doubt enjoying this. I picture him laughing with evil glee as he watches.. and now, as I desperately will the music to stop, I make a mental note to add a Lady Ga Ga cd, blaring on repeat, to the growing lists of tortures I would happily subject him to when I finally get my hands on him.

[Sprayman]

Judge

After slightly more than a minute of full volume Wagner and after Simone covers her ears with the pillows, I turn off the music and lower the volume to normal. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly lowers the pillow but looks slightly dazed and very tired.

“Well Simone, that’s enough entertainment for now. It’s a little after 6, time to order breakfast and get dressed. There is a selection of cosmetics in the dressing table drawer. At 7:45, you have an appointment in the conference room on the 9th floor. You will meet your opponent and receive the game briefing. I will unlock your door at 7:40 and remotely activate the elevator for you. There is only one room on the floor below so you won’t need an escort. When the briefing is over, you will have one hour before we begin the game.”

“So, jump out of bed and order whatever you want for breakfast. Then get dressed and get ready to begin the game.”