Games people play

[Sprayman]

Judge

From the outdoor speakers comes the Judge’s voice, as Simone climbs out of the pool.

 “Bravo Simone! It sounds like we finally have a real contest going. But you can forget about escape because it just won’t happen. I have been listening to your conversation and have reprogrammed your collar. The explosive will only detonate at my command now. If you try to remove the collar… or if you somehow manage to get a half mile from this building… your collar will shock you instead of exploding. The shock will be a bit stronger than the last however… about 490,000 volts stronger!”

“500,000 volts will stun you and render you incapable of voluntary movement for five to ten minutes. If you regain voluntary control before someone reaches you, it will simply stun you a second time and your recovery will be even longer. This means you won’t be able to use your collar to commit suicide. For your information, although the amperage won’t be enough to injure or kill you, it will be enough to hurt like hell! It would be even worse if your neck was wet as it is now.”

“Perhaps I should give you a little sample of the new setting… to teach you a lesson…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

The Judge's voice booms out of nowhere as I step out of the pool and I cry out in surprise, looking around guiltily. The blood that was only moments ago boiling in my veins with fury, now goes ice cold with terror as he informs me that he's been listening in on the conversation I was having with Max. I wrap my arms protectively around my now trembling body as he explains the new programming of my collar and tells me that I won't even be able to use suicide as a last resort any longer should it ever came down to it.

500,000 volts....Just the thought of being shocked with that much voltage, and while wet no less, is enough to nearly make my heart stop with fear. And it almost does when he threatens to teach me a lesson by giving me a sample of it.

 "No! Please don't! I won't talk to Max again without your permission, Judge... I won't talk to anybody!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry! Please don't shock me, Judge...Pleeease!" I crouch down, hugging my self tighter, cowering in fear from the pain that I am terrified is about to come, but having nowhere at all to hide.

[Sprayman]

“Quit your caterwauling Simone, and pay attention! Get it through your head right now. There is one, and only one way for your collar to come off… ever. That way is if I unlock it. The only way that will happen is if you win this game. THE ONLY WAY!!! Otherwise, you wear it forever. I don’t care if you talk to Max about escape because you would still be wearing your collar and there is no escape if you are. As long as it is around your neck, you are mine. I can hear everything you say through it… and what the people close to you say too. I can locate you… anywhere in the world… 24/7/365. I can stun you and cause enough pain while doing it to almost drive you mad!”

“As a last resort… if you really piss me off…BOOM… no more head!”

“By the way, you really need to listen more and pay closer attention to what others say. Max never said he would let you go. He said he would consider it… and I’m sure he would… for perhaps one or two seconds.”

“Max… come out of the water and join Simone please.”

Max climbs the nearest ladder and walks to where Simone still crouches, shivering on the pool deck.

“Max, Simone asked you to consider letting her escape if you win the game… and her for 30 days. Did you?”

“Sure, I considered it,” Max replied.

“So… what did you decide Max?”

Max pauses and looks down and Simone for a moment before saying, “I decided that any man who would let a slave like Simone escape would have to be either stupid… or incompetent… and I’m neither of those things.”

“I agree completely Max… and no, you aren’t either of those things. Please help Simone up and escort her to her room.”

“In fact Max, escort her into her room. I’m going to teach Simone a little lesson about life and I’ll need your help to do it.”

Max says, “OK Judge.” Then he reaches down, and for the second time today, lifts Simone up and stands her on her feet. Still holding her by one upper arm, Max pulls her toward the door, opens it with his free hand, and propels her toward the elevator. Simone continues to sob as Max steps into the open elevator door with her in tow.

The door closes and the elevator start moving… up to the tenth floor. In less than two minutes, he and Simone are standing in her sitting room.

The Judge's voice issues from the hidden speakers. “Alright Simone, here is your life lesson for today. The lesson is… you have very little control over your life right now. Some… yes… but not much. Here is your chance to exercise the little control you still have. I’m giving you a choice.”

“Take off your bathing suit, put your arms around Max’s neck and give him a big long hug followed by a passionate French kiss. Don’t rush it or you will have to start over.”

“Or… do nothing… in which case I’ll activate your collar shock feature and stun you. Then Max can remove your suit and do whatever he wants while you are helpless from the shock. You will be able to start fighting back in about ten minutes or so… possibly a little longer… since you are still fairly wet.”

Max’s face breaks into a huge grin as he hears Simone’s choices.

“You have one minute to decide… after that… I get to choose…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I crouch lower and hug my body even tighter, wishing that I could just fold in on myself and disappear. The Judge's words and the still lingering threat of being shocked has me in the highest state of anxiety I've ever been in, in my life. My teeth are actually chattering and my body is shaking as he tells me that anywhere in the world, he can find me...he can stun me... he can drive me almost insane with the collar's painful shocking feature.

My nerves are wound so tightly that when he shouts 'BOOM', my body jerks and I let out a high pitched shriek of terror. My hands fly up to my head as if to keep it from exploding and I am helpless to stop the petrified sobs that begin to rise from my throat.

I hear a splash of water as Max exits the pool and then walks over to me. I don't look up at him. Not wanting to see the smug look on his face and not wanting him to see the crushed look on mine, as he tells the Judge that he hadn't had any real intentions of helping me to escape at all. When he reaches for me, I flinch away from his touch but he hauls me to my feet, this time not letting my arm go as he leads me, sobbing, through the courtyard and into the building. He takes long strides toward the elevator, causing me to nearly have to run to keep up with his pace.

We reach the elevator and he pulls me in after him. As the doors close, I try to disengage my arm from his grasp, but he only squeezes it tighter. I try again to pull away and his grip gets tighter still.  Whimpering, I try to pry his fingers off and and he clamps them down, cruelly digging into my tender flesh and causing me to gasp in pain. The hard expression on his face never changes as he stares straight ahead, and I finally abandon my efforts to pull away from him.  He doesn't release the pressure though, and maintains the same crushing grip as the elevator begins to rise. We finish the ride in relative silence; the only sounds filling the air, consisting of my shuddering sobs and rapid, panicked, breathing.

 When the elevator stops and the doors open, he forcefully leads me down the corridor and to my room, roughly pushing me inside and finally relinquishing his grip on my throbbing arm when the door closes behind us.  I whirl around to face him, shaking my head, 'no' and quickly backing away from him, into the sitting room as he slowly approaches.     

The Judge's voice fills the room and my eyes widen in horror as he presents me with two choices that make my knees weaken and my stomach instantly tighten up into knots.

“You have one minute to decide… after that… I get to choose…!” The Judge says.

My first thought is to just let him shock me. Anything would be better than pressing my naked body against the man leering at me from a few feet away...but then if he did, I'd be totally at Max's mercy... and the way he's looking at me, I don't think he'd stop with just a kiss if given the chance...

"50 seconds left, Simone..." The Judge warns, coldly counting down the time left for me to decide on which humiliating outcome to choose.

My eyes dart around the room, looking for somewhere to run, but of course there isn't any. I would be shocked wherever I hid and then Max would still have me at his mercy...

"40 seconds left..."

My mind works furiously, trying to think of something I could say...something I could do...some other option I could present to the judge instead of following through on the only clear choice I really have.

"30 seconds..."

 I hang my head in defeat when I realize that there is no other option.

"20..."

 "Oh god..." I whimper as I turn my back to Max, bring my trembling hands to the strings of my bikini top, and unfasten the ties at my back.

[Sprayman]

I can’t believe the choices that the judge hands Simone. I was sure he would be pissed about her escape talk. I really thought he would shock her where she stood on the pool deck until I realized she might be seriously injured falling on the concrete. The judge doesn’t want any serious injuries. Then when she crouched down and clasped her knees… well… I expected her to collapse from the shock then… because she couldn’t get hurt much at that point.

But this… this is so much better!

Simone looks like she’s been clubbed… tears pouring down her cheeks… gasping for breath… shivering… and it all get worse as the judge starts his countdown!

At 30 seconds, I’m convinced she is just going to stand there until her time is up and the judge stuns her with her collar. I actually hope she does… I can do all kinds of stuff in ten or twelve minutes…!

But as the judge says ’20 seconds,’ she shudders, mutters something softly, turns her back, and begin to untie the strings of her bathing suit. Damn!

This will still be fun… just not as much fun. I’ll make the most of it though. The judge didn’t say anything about not holding her and I don’t think she is strong enough to pull away. The hug may last longer than she plans.

As her top drops to the floor, I slide my hand into the waistband of my suit and under my jockstrap. My cock is getting hard and I need an adjustment. I pull him straight up on my stomach and almost out of my jock… whew… that’s better!

I hear Simone give a rasping sob and then a deep gasping intake of air. She shudders… her whole body almost convulsing… and then slowly hooks her thumbs in the ties of the thong bottom… and begins to push them down…!

My mouth is dry as I watch the peach colored material slowly descend…!

[Chocolate Thai]

I feel sick as I slide the bottom of my bikini down my thighs, past my knees, and finally down to the floor. I straighten up and step out of them,  standing there for a moment; naked, shivering and wiping my tears away with one trembling hand.

I don't want to turn around...god I don't want to turn around...but I'm afraid of what the Judge will do If I just stand here and continue to stall.  Finally, I use my right arm to try and cover my breasts, and use the hand from my left arm to hide my sex as I take a deep hitching breath and slowly turn to face Max.

 I don't meet his gaze... I don't want to see that smirk of his. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to the floor as I reluctantly walk over to him. When I am in front of him, I quickly lean forward, raise my arms to surround his neck, and awkwardly hug him.  My turned head rests on his chest and I can't help the fact that my breasts press up against him, but I make sure to hold myself back enough to keep our lower bodies from touching. I count to three, hoping this will be a long enough embrace for the Judge, then close my eyes, rise on the tips of my toes, and lift my head to kiss him.

[Sprayman]

Simone finally turns to face me but uses her hand and arm to obstruct my view of her body. That’s OK for now because this isn’t going to end just yet. She steps close and quickly reaches up, placing her hands behind my neck, and leaning her breasts into my chest. Her fear and tension have hardened her nipples and they press into my skin enticingly. She turns her face to the side and rests her cheek against my chest but holds her hips away from me. Her stomach barely touches me and there are several inches between her crotch and mine. Then she turns her face toward me and stretches up on tiptoe to give me my kiss.

That’s what I’ve been waiting for!

Instead of leaning down to receive her kiss, I cup her lovely full ass with both hands and lift… while throwing my pelvis forward… and pressing her crotch firmly against my rampant cock. The fingertips of both hands are buried in the valley between the lush globes of her ass and the tip of my right middle finger presses firmly against the rosebud of her anus. Once she is lifted off the floor, I slide my left hand up her back almost to her shoulder blades and press her tits tight into my chest.

I hold my knees tight together, preventing Simone from kneeing me in the groin. Her hands flail at my shoulders and neck but I’m holding her so close she has no leverage and I barely notice the feeble blows. She twists and squirms, trying to pull away but with her feet off the floor again, all she manages to do is rub her body provocatively against mine.

The sensations are exquisite!

I move as if to kiss her… but don’t really try. Besides, Simone is flailing her head from side to side as she sobs and moans. Finally she gasps. “Let me go you bastard!”

So I do…!

Quickly stepping back a couple of paces, I let my eyes roam over her nudity, taking in her large, firm, and heaving breasts, with erect dark nipples and areolas. Dropping my eyes, I glimpse a closely trimmed ‘landing strip’ of dark hair over shaved or waxed cunt lips.

Then she turns away as her hand and arm return to hide her feminine charms.

“Judge, I didn’t hear you tell Simone she could cover herself with her hands.”

“Plus… I didn’t get my kiss yet…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

 My eyes fly open when Max's hands suddenly grab my ass, and before I can fully grasp what's happening, my feet are off the ground and my body is pressed up against his. He pushes his rock hard cock against my naked pussy while his finger presses against the outer ring of my anus and I gasp in outrage from the sudden violation.  Whimpering, I try to push away from him and twist out of his grasp.  The more I fight him, though, the more his cock rubs against me through the thin material of his bathing suit, and the harder his finger pushes against my tightly clenched hole. Panicked that he will try to push it into me, I pound him with my fists but he doesn't even flinch.

He leans forward to kiss me but I turn my head away, too intent on getting off his finger and out of his grasp to even think about kissing him now. Finally, I find my voice and cry for him to let me go, and to my amazement and relief...he does.

 Just as fast as he picked me up, he sets me back on my feet and quickly takes a few steps back as I stare at him in stunned silence for a moment, unable to believe that he'd just done that to me. I see his eyes traveling down the length of my body and I quickly cover myself with my hands and turn my back to him again. 

 He addresses the Judge to complain that I covered myself and didn't kiss him, and I frantically shake my head in denial.

" No! Judge, You never said I couldn't cover myself!!  A-And I tried to kiss him! You had to see that! I tried, but he grabbed me. He didn't get his kiss because he was too busy trying to cop a cheap feel!" I say bitterly, turning my head to glare hatefully at Max over my shoulder. "That's not my fault...That's his."

[Sprayman]

Judge

“SHUT UP!”

“Quit your whining and pay attention. I have a good mind to stun you and let Max rape you. Maybe if we get that out of the way, you will finally understand your place around here. I’ve let you have too much freedom and it’s gone to your head. When I tell you to do something, you will do it. You will do exactly what I say… and nothing more!”

“For your information, I didn’t give Max any instructions about the hug and kiss, so he was free to respond as he saw fit. Besides, all he did was help you do what I told you to do. He hugged you back and in the process, lifted you up so you could kiss him. He had to put his hands somewhere to lift you, didn’t he?”

“So far, the only thing you did right was remove your bathing suit and you were very slow about that. As far as I can see, Max did nothing wrong at all. He even let you go as soon as you asked. So… we are going to start over.”

“Since you seem to have difficulty with the simplest orders, I’m going to give you detailed instructions.”

“Put your arms at your sides, then turn and face Max. Look him in the eye and apologize for your previous unsatisfactory performance.”

“When Max is satisfied with your attitude and apology, he will tell you to approach and give him his hug and kiss. Take your lead from Max. He is the man and will guide you. When Max is satisfied with your performance, he will end the hug and kiss.”

“If that is too difficult for you, I’ll be happy to use the collar and then let Max rape you in whatever way he wishes. Never the less... in the interest of fairness… I may as well put you and Max on an equal footing… Max… take off your suit as well.”

“Now then Simone, put your arms down… turn around… and try to get it right this time…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

'Oh god, he's going to make me do it again!' I groan inwardly

It is obvious that the Judge is enjoying tormenting me. No matter what I do or say, I always get scolded or reprimanded! He keeps mentioning Max raping me as if it's nothing more than a slap on the wrist. It's almost like he wants it to happen... He's even instructing Max to undress...

I'm not going to let it happen. I refuse to give this bastard a chance or an excuse to rape me.
 
I drop my hands to my side and turn around to face Max who is now naked. His thick cock is rock hard and ready. My eyes shimmer with humiliated tears as he drinks in the sight of my body which is now fully displayed to him. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to think of the words to say I am sorry for something that I didn't even do. When I open them, I look into Max's smug face and begin to apologize...for nothing.

"Max, I apologize for not hugging you correctly and for making you put me down. it won't happen again, I'm sorry."

[Sprayman]

Totally defeated, Simone drops her arms to her sides and reluctantly turns to face me. Now I have time to look closely at her charms, taking them all in and imprinting them on my consciousness.

Christ, this girl is a knockout!

In all honesty, I’m normally not attracted to black women. As far back as I can remember, every one that I’ve seen naked has been either an exotic dancer or in the lifestyle or a whore. The dancers… some of them anyway… are fairly attractive, but most are silicone queens and more than a little ‘well-used,’ or street weary. The whores are… what can I say… whores! Over the hill and completely used up by 17 or 18 and ready for the junk heap at 20.

The black women in the lifestyle tend to be… chunky… OK… middle-aged and fat!

To be totally honest, everything I’ve just said about black women dancers, whores, and kinks can also be said about many white women in the same places or professions.

Simone, on the other hand, is young, slim, fresh, and totally appealing. My throbbing cock certainly thinks so anyway! I can’t wait to stuff it in her.

I hear Simone make her apology. She doesn’t sound sincere… and I’m not surprised. She’s probably in shock right now!

I also know the judge is recording video right now and I think I know what he is looking for. Let’s see if I can help him along.

“Simone, come close and stand in front of me.” I see her flinch at the sound of my voice and give a shuddering gasp when I tell her to move closer. The room is quiet and I can see the embarrassment of my command slowly overcome by her fear. Gulping, she creeps closer, until we are only about a foot apart.

“That’s fine Simone,” I say. “Now close your eyes and listen to me.” Her eyes slowly close, almost against her will. “I want this to be easy for you. If you’re tense or scared, it won’t work.” I’m speaking in a soft monotone and let the words flow out slowly and continuously… almost hypnotically.

“There’s no reason to be frightened… I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax… let your muscles go limp. There’s nothing going to happen… everything is fine. Relax… relax. Take deep slow breaths… relax. Breath in… and out… easy and slow… in… and out… relax.”

I can see the tension leaving her body as my voice caresses her mind. I’ve done this before with some success and it seems to be working again this time. Women are so easy…!

“Breathe slow… in… and out. Relax… let your muscles go limp. There is nothing here but my voice… nothing but quiet and peace… and my voice. Slow breaths… in… and out. Let your body relax… relax.”

Simone isn’t really hypnotized but she is in a suggestive state now. Let’s see how suggestive.

“Simone, I want you to think of me as your lover. You are very attracted to me. You want to touch and hold me. You want to kiss me. Your body wants to press against mine. You want to feel my touch.”

As I say the last suggestion, I reach out and cup her breasts gently and lightly rub my thumbs over her nipples. Her nipples harden almost instantly and I feel her breath catch in her throat… but she doesn’t pull back… or push my hands away. In fact, her body sways… closer! I don’t want to push my luck… just yet.

As I take my hands away from her breasts, I hear a sigh. She is definitely responding to my suggestions. “Simone, you can’t wait any longer. You have to hold and kiss me. You want our bodies pressed tight. Hug me and show me how much you want me!”

This time Simone doesn’t hesitate as she steps forward and puts her arms around my neck. Her body melts into mine and she stretches up until her pussy and my cock meet. This time I bend my head down and our lips meet as well. I wrap my arms around her and once again, my right hand is under her ass, lifting and pulling her closer. Her nipples rub on my skin and leave a trail of fire behind as they move.

Her tongue thrusts into my mouth and caresses mine. I can feel the lips of her sex as they swell and open slightly, until my cock is the proverbial ‘hotdog in a bun’ encased in her soft moist folds.

I almost cum!

Nothing moves except our tongues… until the judge says, “Bravo, a great performance, both of you,” and I feel her body stiffen in my arms…!

[Chocolate Thai]

I manage to get the ridiculous apology out of my mouth while sounding, somewhat, sincere. It is the best I can do.  And it seems that Max accepts it, because he tells me to come closer to him. I try to steel my nerves and force my feet to move until I am standing before him. I can't stop my body from trembling as I try to prepare myself for whatever filthy trick he might try next.

To my surprise, he doesn't reach for me. Instead he begins speaking...calmly, evenly, softly; staring deep into my eyes, and I find myself following his instructions on how to breathe...how to feel...how to think...

Then everything goes a little fuzzy in my head.

My next lucid thought comes when the Judge speaks up to congratulate us on our performance and my startled eyes open wide to find myself in Max's arms-with his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, and his throbbing cock between the slick lips of my pussy. I squeal in surprise into his mouth, at the same time wrenching away from him so hard that I land on the floor, in a heap, at his feet. I quickly backpedal away from him as I stare up into his eyes in horror and now, even deeper fear.

'What the hell was that??' I think as I distance myself from him. 'What the hell is he?? did he hypnotize me? That's impossible!'

 When my back hits the sitting room sofa and I can move away no further, I finally ask him the question that is repeating over and over in my head.

"Wha- What did you just do to me?"

[Sprayman]

“Not very much Simone. I did try to get you to relax some and it looked like I was succeeding until you started screaming. Most of what happened, you did yourself. I really thought we were getting along pretty good… maybe even going to bed together… until you screamed. I guess sex is out of the question now.”

“You need to ease up Simone. You’re too young to be wound so tight. I bet you’d be a great fuck if you’d just relax!”

Reaching down, I pick up my suit and jock. “Judge, I’m kinda horny. I’m going back to my room. Would you send Cam up please? I need to work off this hard on before I try to eat supper and Cam has a sweet mouth and a tight pussy.” The Judge says, “Of course Max, she’s already on her way, We’ll talk later.”

“Thanks Judge. Simone, I’m going to leave you for now and go get my pipes cleaned. From the way you’re acting, I’m pretty sure you aren’t interested in helping me out. Didn’t your mother tell you about prick teasers… it isn’t nice and some guys might get mean. Lucky for you, I have other ways to get off. Maybe I’ll come by later so we can talk some more.”

“Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning… all ready for you to get nasty and fuck me over!”

I’m chuckling as I leave Simone still sitting naked on the floor and head for my room. I can hear the elevator moving as I pass it so I stop and wait for Cam. The elevator door opens and Cam sees me standing there nude. Her eyes drop to my throbbing cock and then come back to my face. I motion for her to follow me and head for my room and some much needed relief. It won’t take long today!

Judge

“Seriously Simone, it isn’t polite to get a man all excited and not give him some kind of relief”

Simone stands as she hears Max leave her suite and starts into her bedroom. She is probably going to dress.

“Sit back down on the sofa Simone. After your recent performance with Max, there’s no need for false modesty any longer and it certainly isn’t cold in here. I have something I want you to watch in just another minute or two. In the meantime, I want you to think about a few things. How would you feel about recording a message for your parents. I can’t let you talk to them in real time but a brief recorded message might be OK.”

“We could also post a message on the University website, to let your friends all know you’re OK. In fact, we could attach it to this little video clip, so they could all see you’re fine.”

I activate Simone’s television set as I speak and run a carefully edited video of Simone and Max embracing in the nude and the passionate kiss that appears to be initiated by Simone. There is no sound so Max’s instructions can’t be heard and it begins as Simone pushes her bikini bottom down and then skips to when she approaches Max and stands before him with her eyes staring into his. It shows Max fondling her tits while Simone stands swaying with her eyes closed and the brief time period is expanded by using several cameras and various angles, making the scene last almost a full minute. Their embrace is filmed from several angles as well, and is skillfully edited. The video lasts about five minutes and fades just before my voice pulled Simone back to reality.
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“See, we could attach your verbal message to this video and show everyone what a wonderful time you’re having…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I shake my head in denial of Max's words as he says that I'd mostly acted on my own a few moments ago.

'He's lying!' I think as he continues to speak. He did something to me... 'He had to have done something...'

But for the life of me, I can't think of what that 'something' could have possibly been.

I stare up at him in shock and disgust as he continues to speak, my mind in growing turmoil as he asks the Judge to send the pretty Asian girl I'd tried speaking with up to his room for sex. His comments about her tell me he's requested her presence before, and the way that the Judge readily grants his perverted wishes makes me begin to think that maybe Max isn't here unwillingly at all.

'But the collar...' I think, remembering the awful shock it had given me. 'The collar is real...  and he's wearing one, the same as me. Why would anyone wear something like that if they had any type of choice not to?'

Before I can fully contemplate the thought, Max mentions my mother and I turn my full attention back to him just as he calls me a tease and suggests that he might come back to my room later to talk. I flinch at the mere thought of him returning and feel relieved after he leaves and the door closes behind him.

My mind is still swimming with thoughts as to what exactly is happening around me and to me, as I pick myself up from the floor and immediately head for the shower. I want nothing more than to wash myself clean of the lingering traces of his filthy hands on my body. I shudder as I think about his naked body up against mine...his finger pressing against my anus... his cock between my legs... My skin crawls with revulsion as I walk toward the bathroom to cleanse it, but I am stopped in my tracks by the Judge who scolds me briefly and then tells me to sit on the sitting room sofa.

Reluctantly, I change my course and  take a seat on the sofa as he instructs. I fold my arms protectively across my chest and hang my head in shame as he mentions what happened with Max a few moments ago. I still don't believe that I'd acted willingly, but the fact that I'd let him go as far as he'd gone at all was torment enough for me.

My head comes up and a smile spreads across my face as he mentions the possibility of sending my parents a message.

I am instantly elated that the Judge would allow me to send a message to them at all. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that my family would eventually realize I was missing and suffer because of it. My father most of all, who had been diagnosed a few months ago with a heart condition and had recently undergone bypass surgery to correct it. He was still in a fragile state and couldn't have any 'undue stress' according to his doctor's instruction. I'd almost given up hope of being able spare my family the knowledge that I'd been kidnapped, but here, the Judge was giving it back to me. It could work, too. Sometimes I didn't call home for three or four days in a row. My parents wouldn't be happy about it, but they understood. I was away from home and starting a new life.  I had school, and friends, and exams to worry about. They knew I would call eventually, and I always did. It would be at least four to five days before my family really started to worry and decided to check up on me, and I'd only been missing for two.

I nod enthusiastically along with his suggestion to send the recorded message, and my smile broadens at his mention of sending a video clip along with it.

Until I see the clip that he wants to add.

On the T.V. screen that suddenly comes to life as he is speaking, are edited images of me and Max. Images edited to make what happened in my room look as though I'd initiated it... as though I'd enjoyed it.  They are suggestive images. Filthy images and I cover my tearful face with my hands to block them out.

I can't imagine my family getting a message like this from me. It would destroy my father and could literally kill him to see me on video undressing for some strange man and then moaning happily as he fondled me on camera for the entire world to see. I can’t imagine how he would feel thinking his daughter was some kind of internet whore.

‘I can’t let him see me like that’ I think.

The video stops and I slowly lower my hands from my face, sitting in stunned silence for a moment with tears of dismay rolling down my cheeks.
Finally, I lift my eyes to the ceiling, and begin to plead to the Judge.

"Please don't send that clip, Judge...I'll make a new one if you let me. I'll smile, and I'll- I'll laugh… I'll say that I'm here having the time of my life...I'll say whatever you want...just please don't send that clip to my family, Judge...Please."

[Sprayman]

“Simone, my staff has already prepared this video and edited out your tears. It shows you enjoying my hospitality and Max’s company in a luxurious setting. Why would I want to make another video? I admit your nudity might make the university take down your message but if I post it Friday night, I’m sure many of your friends would see it before it was censored on Monday. I understand the school doesn’t monitor their website closely on weekends.”

Simone continues to beg me not to send the damning video to her parents, blubbering and wailing all the while. Her background check showed her father’s health problems and she seems frantic to keep the video from him. One more thing she needs to worry about.

“Alright Simone, I won’t send the video… at least not right now. Let’s move on to other things. Teasing Max was reprehensible! You should be ashamed of yourself. I don’t think you understand what you are dealing with regarding Max. Since he told you about his military service, I feel I can provide you with some additional details.”

“Max is a highly decorated combat veteran. He served 14 months in Iraq during the height of the Gulf war and another year in Afghanistan fighting Al Qaida and the Taliban. He was awarded the Silver Star and the Navy Cross along with many other combat medals. Max has killed at least thirty men, some of them with his bare hands. He is an expert in armed and unarmed combat and was considered one of the best of the Navy’s Seals. Seals are in the top three unconventional fighting forces in the entire world.”

“You, young lady, threatened to ‘fuck him over’ and told him you were just as nasty as he is during your conversation in the pool, and then teased him sexually for several minutes before rejecting him here in this room. If I were you, I wouldn’t antagonize a man like Max. I’m sure he could kill you in less than a second and make it look like an accident. While that would upset me no end, I could hardly fault him for it! You are an extremely annoying young woman…!”

“You may continue on with whatever you were hurrying to do now. Max and Cam will be occupied for some time yet. You are at leisure until tomorrow morning at 9 AM unless Max returns later this evening. While you may reject Max’s physical advances, at your own risk of course, you are not at liberty to ignore him completely. If Max asks me to unlock your door, so that he may visit, I will oblige him. I can’t understand why he would, considering your antagonistic nature, but I would still oblige his request.”

“A last word of advice, before I end this conversation. In future, try not to tease Max. As we speak, Cam is getting what you deserve, but she will be leaving us tomorrow for another assignment. She won’t be available to substitute for you again…!”