Games people play

[Chocolate Thai]

I am beyond relieved to hear that he won't send  the video...but then he also won't let me make another one. Sooner or later, if I don't take steps to prevent it, my family will realize that I'm gone and my father's health and life would be put in jeopardy. Now that I know that there is a possibility of preventing this from happening, I can't just let the matter go. I am thinking of ways to broach the subject to the Judge without angering him, when he reveals more of Max's background.

'30 men? Max killed 30 men??' I think in disbelief.

 I feel sick at the thought that the hands that had just been all over my body had been used to take the lives of so many. And now the Judge is saying that he wouldn't blame him for taking mine... I immediately find myself no longer just intimidated by Max, but terrified of him. The Judge goes on to warn me about rejecting Max's advances and tells me that Max is free to come and go from my room at any time with his permission. My heart drops into my stomach at the thought of him walking in on me showering, or climbing into my bed as I'm sleeping. I know the judge wouldn't stop him from hurting me...in fact it almost seems as if he has his blessing.

I can't imagine what Cam must be going through right now, but I feel guiltily grateful that it is she who is with Max at the moment and not me. I'm praying that he satisfies whatever perverted needs he has with her and doesn't feel the need to come back to my room later.

The Judge dismisses me and I immediately hurry to the bathroom. As I shower and wash all traces of Max's filthy hands from my body, I obsessively think about the last words the Judge said before ending our conversation.

'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…!'

The threat of being at Max's mercy is just as bad as the threat of being shocked by my collar and I don't know which one to fear most. After I finish my nightly bathroom rituals and finally climb into bed, too agitated to even eat, I find myself jumping at every imagined sound, convinced that he is creeping toward my bedroom door. I toy with the idea of bracing a chair under the doorknob to barricade it but I know the Judge won't allow it. So I stare at the doorknob instead, praying that it won't turn, and at some point during the night, exhaustion overcomes my fear and I finally drift off into much needed sleep.

[Sprayman]

Cam is a great fuck!

She has been a slave at this place for three years, since just after she turned 16, and is very well trained. Her only drawback is… she doesn’t speak much English. Her previous Master was a Vietnamese slaver who brought her here from Hanoi and didn’t bother teaching her English. He traded her to the judge last month and she is going somewhere tomorrow to learn English. I don’t know all the details… I just know she is a sweet fuck.

I wish I knew more about where this place is. I know it isn’t in the States and that it’s an island. From the vegetation and temperature, it must be in the tropics and probably in the Pacific. Tropical islands in the Atlantic and Caribbean are pretty much built up and over populated. This one seems almost deserted and pretty large, so my guess is the South Pacific. That’s a big area though, with thousands of islands. I’ll learn more when I win this game, because I have the option of joining after I win.

Cam has given me a good workout. I came in her throat first, rested for a while with her sucking my cock until I got hard again, and then pounded her tight pussy until I came the second time. I ordered a steak for supper while she licked me clean and then sent her off to find her own meal wherever she stays here. I told her goodbye, but I don’t think she got it.

By the time I finish eating, it’s after eight. I really want to go back to Simone’s room. She was a receptive subject for suggestion and it’s always easier the second time. Of course, she’ll be suspicious but I can work around that. As I stand to go visiting, the judge’s voice comes through the speakers.

“Max, she’s still awake and very nervous. She hasn’t even eaten supper yet. I’m beginning to think she isn’t going to eat,” he says.

“Well, maybe I should go and calm her down,” I reply with a grin. “It worked pretty well the first time!”

“Yes, it did,” the judge says. ”But we may be pushing too hard. I don’t want her having a breakdown. Let’s try something a little different… but it will have to wait until she falls asleep.”

11:20 PM

The judge’s voice wakes me from my doze.

“Max, she’s been asleep for more than an hour and your tape has played through four times. If this is going to work, now’s the time.”

“OK Judge, let’s do it.” Standing up, I stretch to loosen my muscles. I’m still naked since the temperature is comfortable all the time here. I open my door and move to Simone’s in a few seconds.

“Remember Judge, if you say anything, she’ll probably wake up. Stay quiet until I have her in position.” The voice doesn’t respond so I quietly open her door and slip inside. Moving on bare feet, I make my way to Simone’s bed and look down at her sleeping form. I hear my own voice issuing softly from the speakers, ‘Relax… relax… deep breaths… relax…’

Drawing the edge of my hand across my throat, I make the cut sign, and the recorded voice stops. My cock is getting hard again.

“Simone, this is your lover. Can you hear me?”

A brief pause and then Simone softly says, “… yes…”

“Simone, the air is warm. You are getting very warm. Push down your cover.”

And she does…

“Simone, you are still too warm. Stand up and take off your nightgown.”

And she does…

“Simone, you are still too warm. Take my hand and I will take you somewhere cooler.”

And she does…

I guide Simone out of her room… and into mine. She comes easily with her eyes closed, guided by my hand. In my room, I say, “Simone, take off your panties and get on the bed. Then you will feel comfortable.”

And she does…

I get into bed, press my raging hard on into the crack of Simone’s lovely ass, and spoon her as I cup one of her breasts.

Simone snuggles back against my body with a contented sigh, and as agreed, the judge turns out the light. Simone’s hand covers mine and gently presses it to her breast. Her body is completely relaxed.

Mine isn’t… at least one part of me certainly isn’t!

Then the judge says… rather loudly… “Simone, what are you doing in Max’s bed…?”

[Chocolate Thai]

At some point in my sleep, I begin dreaming.

I snuggle down into the relaxing comfort of the bed. It's so soft, so relaxing. It almost feels like my bed, at home...and then as often happens in dreams, it instantly transforms... and it IS my bed. I smile dreamily and snuggle deeper into the familiar warmth. I hear my name being called and struggle to open my heavy eye lids. I finally manage to part them and see Reece's handsome face smiling down at me from the side of the bed. I smile back dreamily at my ex...my first love...my first heartbreak...my first and only lover.

He asks if I can hear him. His voice sounds so far away.

"Yes" I sigh, so relaxed and calm that the word comes out as barely a whisper.

Reece smiles and then comments on the warmth of the room, and it suddenly does feel warmer...so I push the bedsheets down and off my sleepy body...

But I'm still too warm, and he suggests that I take off my nightgown.   

I stand, facing him, and lift my gown over my head and pull it off, letting it drop from my loose fingertips and fall to the floor...  and he smiles at me as my full breasts come into view.

But still, I am too warm, and he suggests that we go somewhere cooler, and reaches for my hand. I smile back at him and clasp my hand to his.

 The room changes, and in my dream, my ex-lover and I are now at his house, standing at the foot of his  bed. It looks so comfortable... so inviting...so...relaxing...

Reece suggests that I take off my panties and get in bed. And I do as my lover asks.

He climbs on also and settles in behind me, pressing his naked body against my back and placing his hand on my breast. The nipple hardens under his touch and I cover it with my own, sighing and snuggling deeper into the embrace of my ex lover's arms and I am calm...and I am relaxed...and I am safe...

Then my dream dissolves into a nightmare.

At the sound of my name booming through the room's speakers, my eyes fly open and I am yanked back into reality just in time to hear the judge ask me what I am doing in Max's room.

For a moment I am totally disoriented, not quite sure if I'm awake or still dreaming.  It's pitch black and I'm still in bed... but just as in the dream, I can feel someone spooning me. I can still feel his hand on my breast... Can still feel the heat and hardness of his body against mine... I could still feel his cock that is nestled in the crack of my ass steadily throbbing.

 I stiffen and the body behind me tightens its grip...and in that second I know that it's not a dream. A jolt of stark terror courses through my body and my shrill cry of terror and dismay breaks the silence of the room .  Max holds me to him even tighter and throws his leg across my lower body to keep me from rising off the bed. I frantically try to break free of his grasp, and when I realize that I can't... I begin to scream.

[Sprayman]

At the sound of the judge’s voice blaring from the speakers in my bedroom, Simone’s body goes from totally relaxed to hair trigger tense in less than a second. She gives a shrill groan and then tries to pull away from me, shuddering as she kicks and flails her arms.

That isn’t going to happen!

Throwing my top leg over both her legs, I use my weight and strength to hold her lower body still. My arms tighten, pinning her body against me. There’s no way Simone can pull away and when she realizes that… she starts screaming!

The Judge’s voice… still quite loud says, “Simone, stop that…!” but for once his voice has no effect on her. Simone thrashes and heaves her whole body on my bed as if she is being held by a demon or pursued by the devil. Her screams could wake the dead!

Luckily… the soundproofing in this building is superb!

After a few seconds of her noise, I clamp my left hand over her mouth and noise while my right still holds one breast and pulls her back tight against my chest. Unable to draw a deep breath, her scream subsides.

“Stay still and stop screaming and I’ll let you breath,” I say into her ear.

She shudders again but the fight goes out of her and she stops screaming and trying to get away.

“That’s better…” and I lift my hand off her mouth.

“Now then Missy, I don’t know why you climbed in my bed but I have to say it was a pleasant surprise. Waking up to see you taking off your panties, getting in next to me, and pressing that fine ass of yours against my cock… well hell… what man wouldn’t like it?”

As I talk, my left hand moves from her mouth to her right tit, my right hand still firmly holding the left one. Simone’s body stiffens again… but she doesn’t try to pull away… just lays there next to me… quivering like a plucked bowstring.

“If you promise not to fight anymore, I’ll take my leg off you and we can get comfortable again,” I say into her ear. “Do you promise to stay still…?”

I can feel her tenseness… her muscles twitching with adrenalin overload… her ‘fight or flight’ reflex trying to goad her into some sort of action. Her logic wins the day however… her mind telling her resistance is a waste of time and energy.

“P-please don’t… I… I’ll be still Max… please don’t hurt me,” she finally gasps.

Lifting my leg off her, I snuggle back up, working my cock into the valley between the twin mounds of her ass. Moving my right hand down, I press it against her hipbone, causing a flinch as I touch skin so close to her sex. Instead of groping her as she seems to expect, I just use it to pull her body tighter against me and slide my cock a little deeper in the warm crack between her ass cheeks. Her buttocks muscles contract and squeeze it tight!

“See what you’ve done to me Simone. You’ve gotten me all big and hard again. Cam had me relaxed before supper but you got me all excited again. Rubbing that gorgeous ass against me… putting my hand on your tit… you sure got my motor running again girl! This time I can’t call Cam… so taking care of things is going to be up to you. That’s fair… isn’t it Judge?”

As I speak, I move my right hand back to Simone’s left breast and gently catch her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger as my palm cups the soft under curve of her tit. I don’t want her thinking about pulling away right now!

The judge’s voice says, “Yes Max, it certainly is. After you left us this afternoon, I warned Simone about teasing you. I even told her that Cam was leaving in the morning. It wouldn’t be right for me to wake Cam now. She has to be up in just a few hours to catch her flight. Simone, you brought this on yourself. You will have to deal with the consequences!”

“Well Simone… you heard the judge… you got me hard.”

“How are you planning to get me soft again…?”

[Chocolate Thai]

Max pulls me tighter to him and tells me that I came to his room on my own. I know its a lie. Has to be a lie. I have no clue how the Judge and Max had brought me here without waking me... couldn't even begin to imagine what filthy trick they had pulled in order to get me over here naked in his bed, but I know with no measure of uncertainty why they'd done it, and I have no intention of just lying here and letting it happen.

 He now asks me what I plan to do to get him soft again, and I renew my struggles to get out of his crushing embrace. As I again begin to scream, Max releases his hold on my breast and moves it up to mouth to try and silence my cries for the second time.  I  see my opportunity and grab his forearm, digging my long nails deep into his flesh as I quickly bring it to my mouth and bite down on his hand as hard as I possibly can. He let's out a hoarse cry of pain and snatches his hand back, causing my teeth to scrape across his skin in the process and then the metallic taste of his blood is in my mouth. The instant that he pulls away from me I rise on my left elbow and swing my right elbow back hard into his muscled stomach. I hear him grunt loudly with pain and surprise as I scramble off the bed and go sprawling to the floor. I am on my feet and running for the door in the next second, and in the second after that, I'm yanking  it open and slamming it behind me. I bolt for the front  door but as my hand closes around the knob, I hear the lock engage. I utter a cry of dismay and turn away from it, not wanting to be trapped by Max in the small vestibule. I run past the bedroom door just as it explodes outward and slams against the wall behind it. I scream at the sound and spin around to see Max stalking out of the bedroom, his face dark with fury.  I can see the blood dripping from his fingers  as he shakes his hand back and forth, as if trying to wring the pain out  of it.  I back away from him, my eyes wide and head shaking 'no'.  I scream for him to stop when he begins advancing toward me, but he ignores my command and  continues to bridge the gap between us. My wild eyes scan the room for somewhere to run, and they fall on the sitting room table. I leap toward it and snatch up the steak knife that still lay on the plate littered with the congealed remains of his dinner. He finally comes to a halt when I turn, brandishing the wickedly sharp knife.

"Get the fuck away from me Max!!!"  I scream at him hysterically. "I'm not going to let you touch me!! I swear I'll kill you before I let you touch me!!...you hear me, you sick BASTARD!  I'll fucking KILL YOU!!"

[Sprayman]

Simone’s attack catches me by surprise. Her nails hurt and draw blood on my forearm. Her teeth hurt more as they rip my hand. By the time she tries the elbow strike I’ve shifted into combat mode and tensed my stomach muscles. The grunt is more a conditioned response than from pain. I have to give her credit. I didn’t expect her to fight and wasn’t ready. I was off guard and my sensei would have been disappointed.

It won’t happen again!

Simone tries to escape but the judge locks the door into the hall before she can open it. It might have been better to let her reach the elevator and trap her in it, or let her back into her own room. She’s trapped in my room however. I could ask the judge to stun her but subduing her will be more fun.

At least it could be… until she grabs the damn steak knife!

I respect knives… I don’t like being cut. On the other hand, I know how to defend against a knife, and from the way Simone is waving it around, she doesn’t know how to use it. The steak knife is sharp but it isn’t a great weapon.

The judge’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “Simone, put the knife down. If you don’t I will have to stun you and take the chance of injury when you fall.

I don’t want Simone stunned and it has nothing to do with her being injured. I look down at my bloody hand. This is personal!

“Judge, let me handle this. I guarantee Simone won’t be seriously injured and neither will I. I just need to show her the error of her ways.”

As I speak, I press the heel of my uninjured hand against the seeping bite mark. The fingernail marks have already stopped bleeding and a few seconds pressure stop the blood flow from the bite.

“Are you sure Max? I don’t want either of you seriously hurt,” the judge’s voice replies.

“I’m sure judge. Simone you shouldn’t play with knives and you shouldn’t have bitten me. I’m going to take the knife away from you and I’m not going to use any of my military or martial arts training to do it. In fact, any 15 year old high school student could do it.”

Simone is backed into a corner of my sitting room, holding the steak knife in her right hand. Locking eyes for a second, I move to the door of my bathroom, quickly glance in, and return my eyes to Simone’s face as I reach into the bathroom and pick up from the counter the damp bath towel I used earlier tonight after my shower. Moving back to the center of the sitting room, I stop about six feet from where she stands. The towel is in my left hand, held by one damp corner, as my arm spins it with a circular motion.

Simone’s eyes drop to the twisting towel quizzically and then move back to my face. She has no idea what I’m doing… this is a guy thing. The towel twists tight and I flip the far end up into my right hand. I am now holding a five foot long crude whip that every locker room sadist knows as a rat tail. They hurt like hell when popped on bare skin… and all of Simone’s lovely chocolate skin is bare.

Simone is waving the steak knife toward me with her ass pressed tight into a corner. This effectively immobilizes her lower body. An easy stationary target for my rat tail whip. Flicking the towel out with my right hand, I send the end speeding toward her groin. With near perfect timing, I pull back with my right hand as the tip of the towel contacts the landing strip above her cunt. With an impressive sound, the improvised whip pops.

CRACK!!!

That will leave a bruise!

Simone screams and both hands start to move toward the pain, the steak knife all but forgotten. Catching the business end of the rat tail with my left hand, I loop the towel over her right wrist and pull. Then I drop both ends of the towel. My right hand closes over her right hand as my left hand snakes over her upper right arm and pushes her back into the corner. The fingers of my right hand find her fingernails and use them to pry open her hand.

The steak knife drops to the floor!

Holding on to her right hand, I use my left to reach up and grab a handful of her long black hair. Then I drag her out of her corner, across the sitting room, and into the bedroom where I throw her face down on the bed. No science there… just brute strength!

Dropping my body on top of her, I grasp her arms with my hands and immobilize them as I put my lower right leg into the backs of both her knees and trap her legs. My chest is pressing down on Simone’s ass. She is back in my bed… and trapped!

“Judge, please call room service for me. I need some rope…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I completely ignore the judge's command to put the knife down. My fear of Max at this moment totally outweighs my fear of being shocked. I just want out of this room; out of this nightmare...and I am more than ready to kill him to get out of both.

My eyes quickly shift around the room as he and the Judge speak. I have to find somewhere to run; have to put more distance between us. The front door is locked, but if I can make my way to the bathroom, I could slam the door shut and brace my body against it to keep him from getting in after me. The problem, however, is that Max's hulking frame is blocking my path. 

I edge to my right, and Max takes a step with me in that direction. I edge to my left, and again he follows my movements, all the time standing between me and my destination. I will have to lure him away from it if I am to have any chance of reaching it before he reaches me. I begin to back up, making sure to keep my eyes on him and the knife held high, ready to ram it into his filthy guts if he leaps at me. Again he follows my movements, taking a step forward for every two I take back. I continue to back away until I meet the wall and can't go any further. I prepare myself to strike with the knife and dart out of his reach whenever he makes his final move toward me, but my heart sinks when he takes a few steps back and makes his way to the bathroom. I am convinced that he has somehow anticipated my plans and is going to close and lock the door so that I can't escape into the safety beyond it...but no...instead, he reaches in for a towel and then begins advancing toward me again, spinning the towel around and around in a circle.

I know what he's doing. I've been on the receiving and giving end of towel snaps all my life. My brothers saw to that, and in high school,  nothing was funnier than hearing an unsuspecting girl squeal with surprise when she got snapped in the girl's locker-room after gym or cheerleading practice. I figured he would try to snap it at my hand in an attempt to make me drop the knife, so I begin to swing it so that he won't have a stationary target. It never dawns on me that my pussy is where he is actually aiming. When the towel's damp end connects with the tender flesh, I scream and instinctively lower my hands to the stinging area. And in the next second, he is on me. I cry out in utter despair as he pries my fingers off the knife and it goes tumbling to the floor. I move to bend down and retrieve it but I never have a chance as Max entwines his hand in my hair and begins pulling me, screaming, off the wall. I try to grab onto whatever furniture I can reach as we pass it. A lamp goes crashing to the floor as my flailing hand comes into contact with it and the heavy TV almost goes after it, but is only knocked askew as he yanks me away from it .   I begin to fight him with my free hand as he pulls me back toward his bedroom, punching and clawing at every bit of his exposed flesh that I can reach, but it's no use. I am pulled through the door and thrown onto the bed and his body is instantly on mine.

I thrash wildly beneath him, but with my arms pinned and my legs immobilized, I do nothing but begin to tire myself out. As he maintains his position on top of me, waiting for the rope he requested from the Judge, I begin begging him to stop, not to do this to me, to let me go. He ignores me and I begin to beg the Judge to make him stop, not to let him do this to me, to make him let me go; but like Max, the Judge ignores my pleas. I am still crying and begging when a minute or so later the rope is delivered, and then I begin to beg the pretty red-haired servant who brings it to help me; begging her not to leave me with him, to help me make him stop, and not let him hurt me. She stares at us, wide-eyed, for a moment and Max shouts at her to put the rope on the bed and get the hell out. She nods and lies the rope down quickly, within his reach, giving me a sad, knowing, look as she turns and hurries out of the room.

Then it is just me and Max.

We both know that he will have to release one of my arms in order to grab the rope. He hesitates for  a moment and then goes for it, and as soon as I feel his vise-like grip on my right arm disappear, I go after him. Shrieking for him to let me go, I reach  back, pummeling and clawing  his head and shoulders  with my free hand as he grabs the rope and twists it around my imprisoned left wrist. With that hand somewhat secured, he reaches for my other flailing hand. I snatch it away and bring it up over my head and out of his reach. He growls with anger and frustration and lifts up slightly to recapture it and his weight shifts off of my legs.  I begin kicking  with all my might, bucking and thrashing frantically in a desperate last attempt to throw his body off of mine, knowing that if he captures my hand and ties it, I will be left  practically defenseless against him...will have no choice but to lay there and simply endure whatever it is he plans to do to me...I will be left completely at his mercy...and mercy, is something I'm sure he has absolutely no intention of showing me.

[Sprayman]

I know I’m going to have a fight on my hands again after the rope is delivered by another slave girl. She drops it on the bed at my command and scurries out. Without asking, I know my door is locked again as soon as she exits.

I have to let go of Simone’s arm in order to tie her, and when I do, she goes crazy. I manage to get a clove hitch over her left wrist but she flails wildly with her right arm. Her blows have no effect because she hasn’t any leverage but her fingernails manage to scratch several times. Then she throws the free arm above her head so I can’t grab it, forcing me to shift my weight higher as I try to reach it. This allows her to free her legs and begin kicking wildly. The kicks have little power but still annoy me. Luckily, my balls are out or range!

This shit has to stop!

I’m not allowed to do lasting damage, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt her. Holding her left arm tightly, I move my body off her and quickly grab a foot. Then using her left arm and the captured foot, I lift her off the mattress, give her a quick flip, and let go of her foot with my right hand. As her back and ass hit the mattress, I drive the heel of my right hand into her solar plexus.

It is a measured blow, designed to take away her ability to draw a breath temporarily, but not hard enough to spasm the diaphragm and possibly kill her. The air whooshes out of Simone’s lungs and her movements still momentarily, giving me time to capture her free arm and throw another clove hitch over her right wrist tying her hands together. I finish the tie with a square knot between her hands which lashes her hands together. I loop the long free end of the rope through one of the eyebolts set in the headboard of my bed. Simone’s arms are now secured. The beds here have restraint tie points all around their reinforced frames.

Simone begins to gasp and cough as I tie the rope to the headboard. It won’t be long and she will start fighting again, so I quickly tie one ankle to the side of the foot board and move around the bed to do her last ankle. She begins kicking again before I get the last leg secured but with both arms and one leg tied it’s an easy matter to capture and tie the last ankle to the other side of the footboard.

Looking down at Simone’s naked body stretched out on my bed, her cunt fully exposed for the first times by her well-spread legs, my cock starts to regain its lost stiffness. Arms tied together and straining against the rope pulling them tight over her head while her legs are spread at a 45 degree angle by the ropes tied to the sides of the footboard, she is an enticing figure. Her breasts sit high on her chest, heaving and slightly flattened by their own weight. Her nipples are erect and sticking up proudly from the crinkled areolas. I can also see a darker area forming above her cunt, caused by the rat tail whip. Then there are her tears which are flooding her eyes.

Altogether, a completely gorgeous picture.

Simone isn’t going anywhere soon, so I step into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I have to admit, at first glance, I seem to have gotten the worst of this fight. My bitten hand is still seeping a little blood and the fingernail marks are no longer bleeding but clearly visible on my arm. Several scratch marks can be seen on my chest and shoulder. The hand is the worst though. I take a minute to wash it with soap and cold water, and then wrap it with a hand towel before I return to my bedside.

“Damn Missy, you tried to bite off my hand. And that business with the steak knife… saying you were going to fucking kill me… that was plain mean! When I asked how you planned to get me soft, I wasn’t thinking about you cutting it off! A quick BJ or fuck would have done the trick.” Shaking my now hard cock at her as I say, “No real harm done though, since I’m hard again.”

“Since I didn’t like your suggestions last time around, I think I’ll decide this time…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

He slides his body off of mine, somehow managing to catch my wildly kicking foot, and then flips me onto my back. Before I have a chance to react, my upper abdomen explodes in a ball of pain as he drives the heel of his hand into it, and all the air in my lungs is forced out. I am then left coughing and gasping for air, my movements sluggish and ineffective as my body struggles to recover. I can only whimper as he ties my wrists together then ties them to the headboard above my head. And I can only manage weak kicks when he ties my right foot down as well. By the time he gets to my left, my kicks are stronger but he easily avoids them and restrains that foot also. My  chest hitches with sobs as he stands at the foot of his bed gazing down at my naked, bound body. My legs are spread wide by the rope and as his eyes fall to the pink inner folds of my pussy, I turn my head away from him and close my eyes in disgust at having him eying my most private  parts. I hear him moving around and swing my head back to look at him, terrified that he is about to climb onto the bed with me, but to my surprise and utter relief, he is leaving the room.

Immediately I turn my attention to the binds holding my wrists and ankles. I try to pull my body upward on my suspended arms, hoping that I can reach the rope and try to work it free with my teeth, but my tied ankles prevent me from moving up toward the head of the bed. I twist my torso and pull as hard as I can against the ropes on first my left ankle and then the right, but they only seem to get tighter. Sobbing in defeat, but still not ready to give in to it, I try again to free my hands, twisting and turning my wrists, and pulling hard against the rope. I can feel it abrading my skin, can feel the rope biting into my flesh with every tug, but I keep trying... I have to. The headboard rattles hard against the wall behind it as I desperately try to yank my hands free, but it's no use. I'm trapped. And now, Max has stepped back into the room.

I feel a small measure of happiness when I see the scratches on his body and the towel wrapped around his bitten hand. I hope it hurts. Hope it all hurts like hell, and I want nothing more than to get the opportunity to sink my teeth and nails into him again and make him hurt even worse. I stare up at him through my tears, my heart hammering almost painfully in my chest, and listen as he tells me that the decision of how I'm going to 'get him soft again' is now his. I shake my head in denial and I know now, that the only chance I have left of getting out of this nightmare intact, is to try to convince him to untie me and go along with whatever repulsive thing he has in mind just long enough for him to let his guard down...and then incapacitate him.  Whether that meant ripping his balls off with my bare hands or biting his cock off with my teeth...I resign myself to doing whatever it takes to put him down.

"Wait!" I cry as he takes a step toward the bed. "Please, Max... Y-your right. I overreacted...I was s-scared... You don't have to do this... Not like this... Untie me... I-I'll give you what you want...No more fighting..." I lied. "...Just, untie me and I'll let you do whatever you want to do...I swear..."

[Sprayman]

Max: "There are a couple of things you need to know Simone."
 
"The first one is, I don't fucking believe you. The second is, you're not going to fight me. In case you haven't noticed, you're tied to my bed. Third and last for now, I don't need or even want you to 'let' me do anything...! I'm going to do whatever I want anyway."

Simone: "I know! I know Max!" I cry desperately. "You're right...I-I can't fight you like this...But what I'm saying is... I don't want to fight you anymore...I know you don't believe me, but think about it, Max. You have to know that I don't want you to hurt me...And at least if I do what you want willingly...I won't have to worry about you hurting me. I can make you feel good...And then...Then I can go back to my room and we can both go to sleep happy!...O-Okay?... Please, Max...Just untie me...I'll show you what I mean...Please..."
 
Max: "Simone, I have to give you credit. You sound convincing. I can almost believe you... until I remember the scene with the steak knife... then it gets really hard to believe anything you say." As I speak, I move to the side of the bed and sit on the edge next to Simone's nude body. "Keep talking... maybe you'll convince me yet." Then I casually place my empty left hand palm down on Simone's bare belly. The flinch tightens every muscle in her body. "But acting like that says something totally different from your mouth...!"

Simone: I try hard to will my muscles to relax as his hand continues to lie on my nervously fluttering stomach. "I only picked up the knife because I was scared, Max!  A-And the only reason I jumped just now i-is because you hit me there...and it still hurts..." I stammered, and that small part was true. My stomach still throbbed dully with pain, but of course it had nothing to do with why I'd flinched. I'd never admit that to him, though. I swallow hard, and continue to try and convince him of my sincerity, looking pleadingly into his eyes. “It hurts...and I'm nervous, too...being all tied up like this...please, Max...just untie me and I'll make it up to you, I swear I will."
 
Max: "I don't know... you sound sincere but you sounded sincere when you said you'd fucking kill me if I touched you. Do you remember saying that...?"

Simone: I nod slowly, "Yes, I remember...But you were coming after me...You were so angry...I-I thought you were going to kill me! I was just trying to protect myself...but now that I know what you really want, I-I'll give it to you, Max. I told you...I'll do what you want. Just untie me, Okay?"
 
Max: "Nope... fraid not Simone. I'm not going to untie you until I'm convinced you mean what you're saying this time, and didn't mean what you said when you were holding the knife. I'd be stupid to take your word. You're going to have to convince me some other way... show me you mean it... not tell me. You tell me where to put my hand. What you want me to touch... and how you want me to touch you. You do that and it might convince me I can trust you...!"

Simone: My heart sinks at his words. I don't want him touching me, can barely even stand the thought alone...but I'd already known that I might have to prove my sincerity to him before he would be willing to release me. However, I still don't want his filthy hands on me, and I offer him the most non-sexual body part that I possibly can.  "O-Okay Max, you can put your hand on my leg...r-rub it up and down..." I say, forcing a smile as I try to steel my nerves and prepare for his touch.
 
Max: "That's what I thought. You're not serious about this. You're just fucking with me. Judge, I know you're recording this. I'm about to make Simone a promise and I want it recorded with you as my witness."
 
The Judge replies, "Alright Max, I am recording and I'll witness your promise to her."
 
"Good! Simone, listen up, and listen real careful. At some point tonight I will untie you. Not now... but sometime. Here's the promise. Tonight, or any other time from now on, if you intentionally draw blood on me, even one drop of my blood, I promise I'll kill you, slowly and painfully. I don't give a fuck what the judge wants, or what anyone else wants, if you purposely make me bleed, you better kill me. Because if you don't, I promise, I will kill you! Got it...?"

Simone: I shrink away from him as he spits out his murderous promise. My frightened eyes lock with his as I wait to see if the Judge will respond.  When he doesn't, I nod my understanding to Max. I don't doubt that he means what he says...not in the least. The cold look in his clear eyes tells me that his threat is not an idle one...but then neither was the one I'd made him earlier, and I still have every intention of making good on it if I ever get the right opportunity.

 I can't help but to shudder though, when I realize that I may have to endure a lot more of his abuse than I'd originally thought, if I ever hoped to catch him off his guard, and gain the upper hand on him. If I ever could gain the upper hand on him that is. But I can't and won't give up trying...We will just have to wait and see who kills who, if and when it ever comes down to it.
 
Max: “Good, I’m glad you understand Missy. I’m getting to know you better and I can see that everything you’ve said since I tied you up is a bunch of shit. You want to rip my heart out and plan to try every chance you get. That’s fine! Take your best shot. You caught me off guard tonight when you bit me. It won’t happen again. From now on, I’m on the front line every second. I plan to stay in combat mode until I win this game.”
 
Judge: Max please calm down. I know you’re angry and have good reason for being so, but I can’t permit you to harm Simone. There would be serious repercussions if…”

 Max: Interrupting the judge’s rebuke in mid-sentence, “Judge, I’m not playing any more. This isn’t a game now… its war… and it’s personal. Simone drew first blood…” shaking the hand towel off my right hand and holding it up for the camera, “… and I want her to know it won’t be that easy again.” I stare at Simone’s wide eyes. “While we’re at it Judge…” My right hand goes to the metal collar around my neck. “… you may as well unlock this. No more shams… open it up!”

 The speakers are silent for a few seconds. Nothing happens… and then I feel the almost noiseless click, and the collar is unlocked. Pulling it off, I throw it across the room.

 “Judge, if you want me to play this damn game, we play it my way from now on. If not… I’ll just include you and everyone else with Simone. I’ve already promised her what I’d do. I’ll cheerfully include you and the rest of the staff in this battle.”

 “Simone, This is what I had in mind a couple of minutes ago.” My left hand moves from her stomach over the strip of trimmed hair, and comes to rest on her splayed cunt. My middle finger works its way between the silky moist folds of her inner lips and finds her opening. She gasps and tries to move but I press down on her pubic bone with the heel of my hand.
 “Isn’t this much nicer than rubbing your leg…?”

Simone: "No, Max!! Stop!!" I cry in horror and revulsion trying my best to twist away from him and still trying to mentally process what I'd just seen and heard. He wasn't a kidnapping victim...He was some crazy G.I. that came here to fool me into playing some un-winnable game, and now I'd pissed him off and he was declaring war...on me! I try to smooth things over even as I squirm to get away from his touch. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry!! I don't want to go to war with you, Max...I didn't even want to compete against you at all! I never did!" His finger is still at the entrance of my pussy and every nerve in my body is humming with outrage and dread. "Max, please..." I whimper "please stop."

 Max: “Christ, you still think what you wants matters! I don’t give a shit what you want Missy.” As I talk, I start working my finger deeper into her cunt. Sliding it back and forth between her slick warm lips… deeper and deeper each time I slide it down into her hole. I can also feel the nubbin of her clit under my finger and palm… swelling as my skin slips over it
.
“You started the damn war Simone, so stop whining about not wanting it. You should have known better than to think you could hurt me and just walk away. I’m going to sit here and finger fuck your cunt until you get nice and wet… then I’m really going to fuck you. When I’m satisfied… then maybe I’ll untie you and send you back to your room.”

 “Oh… I almost forgot… keep shooting your mouth off and I’ll have room service bring me a ring gag…!”

Simone: Not wanting to anger him any further by continuing to speak,  I bite my bottom lip and plead with my eyes for him to stop instead, but he continues, probing deeper and deeper inside me with his thick finger. I grimace and groan with disgust every time it enters me and I try to use every ounce of will I have to keep my body from responding to the stimulation, but find to my horror that it is out of my control. In defense against the friction his finger is causing, my pussy begins to lubricate itself. "No...No...No..." I whimper softly, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him as I feel his finger becoming slippery with my juices.

Judge: “Max, I’m sorry but I can’t allow this to go any further. Two of our directors have been observing and want you to desist. If necessary, I’ve been ordered to use anesthetic gas to sedate you. The directors feel that rape may cause damage to Simone… psychological if not physical damage… and that is unacceptable at this point of the game.”

 Max: “Damn it Judge, she tried to kill me! All I want to do is fuck her. She isn’t a virgin… you told me that… so how will it damage her. Fuck you and fuck the directors too.”

 Judge: “No Max! If you want to fuck Simone, there are only two ways it will happen. Either you win the game according to the rules, thereby winning Simone as your slave for thirty days, or Simone has to agree to have sex with you.”

“Simone, do you agree to have sex with Max?”

Simone: "Noooo!" I practically scream, so thankful for the Judge's interference that I could actually cry tears of joy instead of just fear and shame. "Judge, please make him stop! Make him stop touching me, please! I don't want to have sex with him, Judge! I don't want to!"

Max: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I told you, I don’t give a damn what you want.” I do take my hand away from Simone’s cunt though… not because the judge said so… but because I’m too pissed to play with her right now.

“This sucks Judge! You told me I was supposed to mess with her mind. That’s what I’m doing. Fucking her won’t hurt her… that’s what cunts are for… and besides… I thought that was the main idea here.”

Judge: “Max, please don’t say anything more. You’re damaging the concept of the game.”

Max: “Fuck the game! She tried to kill me and that makes it personal. In fact, I quit! I’m not playing your stupid game anymore. The whole idea was ridicules anyway. Any woman with half a brain will figure out that the game is rigged.”

Judge: “Max, please…”

Max: “Screw this… are the directors still listening?”

Judge: “Yes Max, all three are listening now.”

Max: “Good, I was told that I could quit at any time. OK… I quit. The game isn’t working. It’s a good idea but it needs to be restructured. I’d be happy to give you all some ideas to make it better but it won’t work this way. I’m going to offer you all a deal.”

“I’m supposed to be paid $100,000.00 for this gig. Yeah… I know… paid isn’t the word you all use. As far as I’m concerned it’s pay, even if I have to win it first. Do any of you actually think Simone had any chance of winning? Never mind… that was rhetorical. We all know that I was going to win. I bet you even Simone knew it before the game started.”

“I also know you figured to make at least part of that back by selling the television rights for the game. Well… take my word for it… no one is going to pay very much for this game. So here’s what I’m offering… I’ll give up the hundred grand. I wouldn’t mind having it but I don’t need it. My business is doing fine and it looks like I’ll make four or five times that this year with no problem.”

“I planned to be here another week or so and I can stretch that to ten days if you want. During those ten days, you can film me to your heart’s content and you can sell the films wherever you see fit. You guys have pretty good connections for those kinds of DVD’s. I’ll bet! With any luck, it will cover your expenses for this fiasco, or most of them anyway.”

“All I ask in return is my thirty days…” My left hand smacks down on Simone’s naked tit…hard! “… with Missy here, and you all get to film the first ten days. Then you fly us both back to my home base… no photography there, I’m afraid. Twenty days later, someone can come get Missy and bring her back. I promise she’ll be alive… and a lot better behaved too…!”

Judge: “Max, the directors wish to confer. I will give you their answer as soon as they decide. I have to say that your proposal sounds like the best possible solution, but of course, that is only my opinion. Please show some restraint until the matter is decided.”

Max: “OK Judge, restraint it is… but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to have a little fun!” My right hand is throbbing slightly so I return my left to Simone’s cunt. This time… I shove two fingers into her dripping hole… and I’m not very gentle about it. At the same time… my right goes to Simone’s breasts… grasping one nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisting it briskly. Then I lean down, carefully avoiding her sharp teeth and softly say, “Simone darling… I promise… I won’t be too rough for our first time…!” Then I twist her nipple even harder!!

[Sprayman]

OOC

Posted for Chocolate Thai who is having internet issues.

IC

Simone: Blessed relief floods throughout my mind and body as Max pulls his hand away from my wet pussy and angrily declares that he is quitting the game. I close my eyes and a small smile plays across my trembling lips as I silently thank God that this nightmare may be coming to its end.

With Max out of the game, there has to be no way that it can continue. The evil charade is finally over. And without the threat of either playing the game or dying...I am finally going to be free of him. He could return to whatever rock from hell he'd crawled out from under, and maybe I could go back to my family...back to my life.

I begin to feel hope again and I am imagining how good it will be to run back into the safety of my mother's arms, how wonderful it will feel to kiss my father's cheek again and lovingly fuss over him as he recovers from his operation and begins to regain his health, or even how great it would be to find myself the subject of one of my brothers' practical jokes again...Then Max offers his proposal to give up the money he was offered to participate in the game, and take his thirty days with me in its place. The slap he delivers to my breast as he speaks, causes me to cry out sharply in surprise and pain as it first jiggles from the force of the blow and then grows hot and begins to sting. Fresh tears spring to my eyes as I stare up at him in stunned disbelief, and as the Judge falls silent to discuss his offer with the directors, I realize that instead of coming to an end as I'd hoped, my nightmare is really only just beginning.

I begin to shake my head in denial, unable to even formulate the words to voice the panicked cries of protest flooding my mind. He lowers his hand to my pussy again and this time shoves what feels like his whole hand into my slick tunnel while at the same time twisting my sensitive nipple between the fingers of his other hand. I gasp in shock, my pussy contracting in pain around his buried fingers, and try to twist away from him. I barely hear his whispered words as I sob and renew my struggle to be free of my binds, the only thing on my mind being the desperate need to escape...until he finds my nipple again and twists it even harder. My back arches off the bed and my screams flood the room until he releases it. When he does, my upper body collapses back onto the bed and I stare up at him through my tears, panting with pain and fear as he smiles down at me coldly, his fingers still deep inside me while the others continue to surround my tortured nipple, ready to clamp down again.

I begin to beg shamelessly for him to stop, sobbing brokenly as I plead for him to let me go and not hurt me anymore, apologizing for hurting him, for even angering him at all. I am terrified of what he will do next if the Judge doesn't stop him. The Judge is the only one that can help me, the only one that can keep him from abusing me any further. And I know that if the Judge agrees to his proposal, I will be left with him, for him to do with me as he pleases...and right now, I can see that nothing pleases him more, than seeing me writhing in pain.

[Sprayman]

Simone’s reactions to my words and the torment of her body are everything I have been hoping for!

Stark terror… intense pain… a flood of tears… babbling pleas for mercy… At long last she comprehends some of what may be in store for her. Now all that’s needed is the damn directors to make it official.

In the meantime… more mind games

“Simone, I want you to pay close attention to what I do next. While you pay attention… remember what you did to my hand… how good it felt when you bit it… and the taste of my blood in your mouth. Pay attention now… and remember…!”

My right hand leaves her tit and quickly catches a handful of her hair, immobilizing her head. I don’t want her even thinking of trying another bite. Then I lower my face to her breast and gently… almost lovingly… kiss her tortured nipple. Parting my lips, I draw it into my mouth and flick it gently with my tongue. Her babbling stops with a gasping intake of breath!

My left hand continues to drive the middle and ring fingers deeper into her cunt hole, until they are buried as deep as they will go. Turning the hand slightly sideways allows my thumb to find and move gently from bottom to top over her swollen clit. I keep the thumb in motion while my fingers explore the wet depths of her hole.

Meanwhile I’ve sucked her tender nipple into my mouth and used my tongue to return that rubbery nub to full quivering erection. Now to really worry her…! Gripping the base of her nipple between my teeth… I bite down… almost hard enough to draw blood. At the same instant, I press sharply on her clit with the side of my thumb and mash it against her pelvic arch.

I hope she’s thinking of my hand between her teeth as she screams!

Then the Judge’s voice issues from the speakers, vying with Simone’s shrieks of pain.

“Max…” his voices says, “…the directors have reached their decision. They agree to your proposal. Your thirty days as Simone’s Master begin now since it is just after midnight. She belongs to you, subject only to the limitations of the agreement you signed prior to your arrival here. We will continue full time filming as long as you are at our facility, and the directors ask that you remain as our guest as long as possible.”

“You are correct in thinking that we have a market for the films and DVD’s and the directors naturally want as much time as they can get. I assume that you intend to begin the training of your new slave immediately. Do you require any additional equipment?”

Releasing Simone’s nipple from my teeth but keeping my fingers buried in her cunt, I raise my head from her breast and grin at the cameras. I wasn’t sure the directors would buy my proposal and I have to admit their agreement sends a thrill coursing through my body. That thrill ends up in my throbbing cock!

“Judge, I’m positive you have a well-equipped dungeon somewhere in this building and I’ll want to look it over tomorrow. I plan to make full use of it very soon.”

“For now though… the only thing I think I’ll need is a good ring gag… Simone and I are going to get better acquainted while we take a trip around the world tonight…!”

 

[Chocolate Thai]

I do remember how good it felt to sink my teeth into him. I remember how exhilarating it had been to hear his cry of pain, taste his blood, and know that I'd hurt him. And even as a part of me wishes that I'd sunken my teeth into his neck and ripped out his damned throat instead of merely biting his hand...another part of me, the part here with him now... The part that is gasping and moaning in hurt and shame as he grinds his fingers deeper into me. The part quivering with disgust as he sucks my sore nipple deeply into his mouth, teasing it maddeningly with the tip of his tongue. The part yelping in pain while he pulls so hard on my hair that my scalp throbs and burns...That part of me, wishes more than anything in the world...That I hadn't fought him at all. That part of me wishes that I could take it all back and instead, try to escape him some other way... But it's too late for regrets now.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block out the pain and humiliation he is putting me through. I try to imagine I'm in another place, try to make-believe that it is my ex's fingers that are inside me, his thumb that is rubbing and caressing my sensitive clit, and his mouth that is surrounding my hardening nipple, but these thoughts are cruelly eradicated as Max clamps down with his teeth and thumb, denying me any refuge, even in my own mind. My eyes fly open and my back arches as I scream in agony, twisting my chaffed wrists against the ropes binding them as I unsuccessfully try to escape the torment.

 A second later, the Judge's voice booms through the room's speakers. Max slightly relaxes the pressure on my clit and nipple as he listens to the decision that has been reached and a wail of dismay mingles with my cries of pain when I hear that they are accepting his offer.

My head is swimming. I can't believe it. I refuse to believe it. This can't be what my life has come down to; being a slave and sex-toy for Max, for the Judge, for whoever else decided they'd like to have a go at me after Max's time was up. I couldn't let that happen to me.

I know that at this very moment, the gag he just requested is already on its way to this room and my protests will be silenced behind it soon after its delivered, so I do the only thing I can do and make my last plea to the Judge while I still have the chance.

"Judge, please!" I begin, my voice strangled as Max continues to hold my head back and then pulls even harder on my hair to silence me. I understand his unspoken command but I continue on to address the Judge despite it. I quickly finish speaking, desperate to give him any reason to make Max stop what he was doing to me.

"I'll do whatever you want, Judge! I-I'll play the game with someone else... and then we can start all over! Or my parents can even pay you back the money you spent to bring me here... Just please don't let him do this to me, Judge!  Please don't let him do this..."

[Sprayman]

Judge

“Simone, we have nothing to discuss at this point. In fact, I doubt that I will be talking to you again until you are returned to me in thirty days. One last thing before I leave you to Max. You should learn to address free people properly. Any male not wearing a collar should be addressed as either Master or Sir and females not wearing a collar should be addressed as Mistress… unless you are told to use another form of address. I’m sure Max will teach you this and many other things in the next month. You’re his responsibility now.”

“Good luck Max, enjoy your slave…”

Max

“Thanks Judge, I’m sure I will.”

“Simone… lesson number two… slaves speak only when given permission or when they are asked a question. You… talk… way… too… much!” I emphasize each word with a slap from my left hand which I’ve pulled from her cunt. The slaps rock her head from side to side but are fairly light. Then I let go of her hair.

“Lesson number three… your name isn’t Simone any longer. You don’t have a name but when I want you, I will call you Missy. Simone doesn’t exist now. Simone was a free person. You are a slave that I sometimes call Missy.”

The door opens and the cute red haired slave almost runs into the bedroom. She is looking down but I can see fresh tears on her cheeks. She stops near the side of the bed and stands quietly, completely naked except for her collar. When she brought the rope she had been wearing a sarong. She also carefully avoids looking at Simone… oops… Missy. In her hand is a harness of sorts.

“Put it on the bed!”

She places the ring gag on the foot of the bed, turns, and hurries out. Her back and ass are covered with fresh welts, some still seeping blood. Apparently, she was just punished for some infraction. Missy will look like that tomorrow!

Reaching down, I pick up the ring gag and hold it where Missy can see it.

“First things first, bitch! After I get this in your mouth, biting won’t be an option. Then I’m going to fuck every hole I can stick my cock in. First your cunt… then your ass… and last but not least… that damn mouth. Let’s see how loud you are with my cock jammed down your throat…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I stare up at him,  unable to even begin to process what I've seen and heard as he holds up the evil looking gag for me to see.

 I am still trying to reconcile the fact that I am now inferior to anyone that doesn't wear a collar, the fact that Max has taken my name away from me and the girl I was yesterday, doesn't even exist anymore now that I'd been deemed a slave. I'm still trying to guess what awful thing had been done to the pretty red-head who'd returned, naked, to the room; not even daring to look at me as she'd dropped off the gag Max now holds and then turned to leave, revealing the raised, seeping, welts covering her ass and back.

I shake my head in petrified disbelief as he coldly tells me all the things he has planned to do to me, and I die a little inside as he mentions each one of them.

Having him in my pussy would be torture enough...I want to die from the thought of that alone...but to have him rape my ass...I can't even imagine it. I'd never even allowed my Ex to put his tongue there, much less his cock...and my heart threatens to leap out of my chest even as I think about how painful it will be...Then the thought of having him in my mouth to top it all off... I begin to wish  that I'd used the steak knife on myself, instead of trying to kill him with it.

 I want to scream at him, want to curse him and everyone he's ever loved to hell. I want to tell him he can't do this, that I won't let him do this, but I'm too afraid to even speak at this point, and on top of that, I know that there is no way I can stop him from doing a damn thing he wants to do, even if I was allowed to voice my objections.

He smiles down at me as he sees the anguished look of terror that comes across my face and leans toward me to put the gag in my mouth.

"NOOO!" I scream, and frantically turn my head from side to side, to avoid it.  I am fully prepared to bite down on his fingers if he lets them get close enough to my teeth. At this point he can just go ahead and kill me as he'd promised, if I happened to draw his blood in the process...anything would be better than what I can already see is in store.