Teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. 'Choose your own adventure'. Extreme. First-person maledom.
This chapter: Greedy choice driven by lust for multiple women from previous chapters. Game is musical chairs in the music room, with mechanical hanging contraption. READ DISCLAIMERS
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How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :
Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)
Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)
Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)
Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What's the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)
Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)
And so on. More to come!
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DISCLAIMERS
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.
This is more PORN than PLOT.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
WARNINGS / FETISHES
-Non-con, Violence, Maledom, Sadism, Torture
-Gross Smells/Tastes, Bodily Fluids, Sweat
-Bondage, Ropes, Suspension
-Electrocution
-Blood
-Piss
-Strangling, Unconscious
-Analingus, anal play
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Musical Chairs
“The rules of this game are as follows.” The dulcet tone of the Announcer’s voice tickles my brain. Headphones clamped tight on my head, it’s like she’s right next to me whispering into my ear, her oddly tranquil timbre sending a chill down my spine. All other sounds in the room around me are muffled by the noise-canceling headphones. It creates a peculiarly secluded world, a sensory experience shared only between the Announcer and us participants.
Every minuscule breath is magnified, every muttered word heard plainly. I click my remote. It isolates us all on just one of the women. Her irregular breathing. The teacher is terrified, holding back panic. Click. I shift us to another one, blocking out everything except a petite schoolgirl’s squeaky voice faintly pleading for help to no one in particular. This game is going to be a weird one, isn’t it?
I switch us back so all voices hear each other openly again. My eyes linger on the TV at the front of the room. I can freely mute or unmute any of us from the School of Lust menu screen. Our yearbook photos from last year are used as profile pics on the screen, with various options below each. Fucking bizarre.
Then I explore my other surroundings. The music classroom has always been one of the most pleasant rooms in the building. Tall ceiling, spacious. Thin carpet flooring, whiteboards on the wall. Lots of chairs, music stands, a piano and a few other instruments off to the side. The entire far wall is floor-to-ceiling windows to allow lots of natural light in, and on this sunny island that means I get a great view of the beach outside. But an even better view is found inside --- five beautiful women standing blindfolded in a circle… completely naked and awaiting me.
“When music begins playing, the females must immediately and simultaneously begin walking clockwise around the chairs in the center.” The Announcer’s voice is so composed and routine, indifferent to the squeaks of fear and nervous shifting from the girls standing bound against their will in the middle of the room.
The five ladies from my school make an equidistant circle around four chairs with seats facing outward. A teacher and four 18-year-old seniors, each standing freely, save the ropes binding their arms behind the small of their backs. Each woman’s rope goes around the front, just under their bare chest, pronouncing and pushing their breasts forward. Shamefully objectifying them! Each rope continues around to bind their wrists and forearms together tightly behind their backs. Then the rope goes up the spine to wrap around each woman’s delicate throat like a noose!
The ropes then go up to an elaborate rotating carousel contraption above them. It resembles a spoked wheel, like on a wagon or carriage. And where the ropes attach are elaborate pulleys and machinery. What the hell is this?
“The male is in charge of starting and stopping the music using his remote as well as helping the game run smoothly.” I look down at the remote in my hand, then glance at the TV at the front of the classroom again, following along with the instructions in between my blatant browsing of the women before me.
I step in for a closer ogle at the nude bodies as the Announcer speaks. Each of them looks at least vaguely familiar. Have I played games with these girls already? God, how long have we been on this damn island? Every day, we wake up drugged to forget the last. Only bits and pieces come back as I skulk around the ladies.
“Females that do not walk continuously, that play the game incorrectly, or that otherwise misbehave will be automatically electrocuted.” As always, we all wear metal shock collars, ready to go off at the first sign of disobedience. I swallow, feeling the cold constriction against my throat. It makes for a convenient excuse to follow directions and participate in this wicked game.
The first woman, the teacher, Stephanie Laurent, whips her blonde head around stupidly, confusion and terror plastered across her pretty face. What’s her age again? 31 I think, married with two kids, caring and pure and beloved by all at St. Isidore’s. She doesn’t know I’m observing her bare flesh, mere feet away. Her plump fair skin jiggles slightly as she jerks around on the verge of panic. Her arms are bound behind the small of her back with rope, which makes a sort of harness up and around her neck right above her collar. The taut rope then continues upward like a noose to the strange massive contraption above. The poor teacher is forced to stand with her chest jutting forward. At the sight of her big tits, wide areolas on full display, I feel myself stiffen, my heart rate quickening as I move on.
The second female is Violet Germain. Tall, lanky, and pale, Violet is a somewhat nerdy alt-girl. Edgy black makeup and hair. A bit tomboyish, yet all her more feminine bits are exhibited before my eyes. I lick my lips as I pace around her, butterflies churning my stomach at the ability to stare at her without her even knowing I’m there. Perky little tits and ass, almost flat all over, stubbly imperfect pubic mound squeezed between quivering thighs.
The third one, Brooklyn Paisley, keeps barking out protests, so I seIect her on the screen to mute her headphone input, her annoying voice no longer lambasting our ears. Brooklyn is half black, short, slightly pudgy, with a thick butt and nice curves. I absently unleash my growing erection from my pants as I bend down close to inspect her ass and smooth-shaven crotch.
Fourth around the circle of ladies is little Dani Marotta, the football coach’s off-limits daughter. 18, but sheltered, innocent, and immature. She’s the one we keep hearing whimpering and pleading in our headphones. Sandy brown hair, curly and girly. Youthful little face, braces on her teeth. I drink in the sight of her nubile nakedness. Olive softly tanned skin. Flat chest. Her knees shake as she pinches her little legs shut to prevent my eyes from seeing much of her hairless privates. I barely notice my hand stroking my cock as I stalk around the oblivious schoolgirl.
The final girl, Melina Ruiz. There’s something unique about her, her demeanor completely different than the rest, silent and alert. She’s clearly still scared but less so than the others, not as panicked and confused. Fleeting memories poke at me through my drug-induced amnesia as I stroll around this last naked beauty, my eyes looking her tall golden-brown figure up and down. Gorgeous waves of dark hair with highlights. Striking angular features. Perky little breasts with big saucer areolas. Her butt the only part of her lithe body with some squish. I can’t remember much from my past games with her, but I know we’ve had significant interactions.
“When the male stops the music, the females must attempt to sit in chairs. When exactly one female is sitting in each chair, the remaining female left without a chair will be reeled upward by her rope.” It gets hard to hear the Announcer over all the hysterical outbursts from the women, so I mute them all. “The male must then follow the on-screen instructions for releasing the eliminated female, removing a chair, and resetting the room as needed. Eliminated females will be continuously punished while the rest of the game resumes.” The noise-canceling headphones work wonderfully. I can barely hear the muffled pandemonium from the terrified ladies around me. I watch them jerk about with fright at the Announcer’s shocking words. Mrs. Laurent’s body jiggles, Brooklyn seems to be roaring with anger, little Dani’s face goes flushed from pulling so hard at her rope in a fruitless attempt to escape.
“Begin.” At the Announcer’s final word, classical piano music --- Bach I think --- begins playing within all our headphones, initiating the game.
I watch with bated breath as the five women reluctantly start stepping forward blindly. I unmute all their mic inputs, fascinated by this strange and sickening scene. All their sounds are unleashed upon my eardrums, making me shiver, a medley of emotions running through me. It’s disturbing watching people I know from real life disgraced so cruelly. But I can’t deny how hard my cock throbs in my palm as I slowly stroke myself. All at once, overpowering the classical music, I hear frantic whispers of baffled dismay, swearing and begging and words of attempted comfort, breathing and grunting from multiple tormented women.
I hear Violet the emo chick whispering a steady torrent of curse words under her breath, frightened to the point of hyperventilation. Her hot hissing invades my senses, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It reminds me of those ASMR videos where someone whispers into a microphone to make you tingle. And God am I tingling.
I hear Mrs. Laurent trying to gain control of the situation, motherly and authoritative instincts kicking in. But the teacher’s voice cracks as she mutters things like “It--it’s ok girls. Oh God-- Just stay--stay calm. They just want us to walk. J--just do what they say, and it’ll all be over.” She’s clearly trying to convince herself as much as the girls she feels obligated to protect.
I hear little Dani chirping cute whimpers of pure bewilderment as she stumbles forward clumsily. Back at school, she’s never treated like anything more than a platonic little sister by everyone that knows her. Coach Marotta, her dad, is always so protective and intimidating. The result is a coddled and naive 18-year-old that doesn’t act her age and is ignorant to the depths of depravity that can grip those of us that look at her naked body. Not a girl, not yet a woman. She doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening, why anyone would want to do all this to these women. And to be fair, neither do I. Even as I revel in the sight of Dani’s bare butt wiggling as she staggers past me, I can’t believe this is even possible. How --- why --- are these games happening? Who could even pull off something so immensely illegal and expensive?
I hear Brooklyn shouting again, the feisty black girl resisting compliance at first, “Hey fuck you! You can’t fucking do this! Let us go, you psychopaths!” The giant wheel contraption high above their heads has begun turning as the other four girls begin walking, the ropes around their torsos and necks pulling and rotating the carousel with them. But as Brooklyn stands her ground and refuses to budge, the other girls get tugged to a stop as well.
Stephanie tries to warn her student, “Honey, calm down. The voice said we have to--” But it’s too late. Disobedience is swiftly met with discipline, a loud deep digital tone blasts over top the piano music in our ears. And Brooklyn goes quiet as her shock collar makes her entire body tense up into a sudden spasm. Her poofy fro-bun hair wobbles, her face tilting up into a grimace of agony, her almond body twisting with involuntary jerks. A steady guttural growl erupts from her mouth then, right into our ears. The teen falls back, her legs sprawling and giving out. Her rope harness catches her, choking and pinching at her neck and right under her dark little tits. The rope prevents her from hitting the floor, her body instead swinging a few feet at a slouched diagonal. I watch her shake as the electricity continues excessively, a slight dribble of spit bubbling out from her plump pursed lips.
Violet and Dani shriek and call for help. Stephanie wails, “Stop! What are you doing to her?! Don’t hurt her! Oh God! Honey, you have to move!” After more dissonant shouts of desperation, Mrs. Laurent finally gets the girls to help her walk forward, which makes the wheel above them turn slowly. Brooklyn’s rope drags her limply-hanging body forward, and she starts to move her feet despite her rigidly seized muscles. And finally a soft arcade beep rings in our headphones, signifying the end of the punishment. Brooklyn gasps for breath finally, relieved of the intense pain at last. All five women waddle forward quickly and unceasingly after that. Sounds of panting, sobbing, and delightfully upbeat Mozart fill my head.
Cock in hand, I thoughtlessly watch and listen to the surreal display of sadism before me. With arms bound behind backs, the women squawk and stumble about like stupid chickens, every movement twitchy and anxious. I stare in awe for several long minutes until I remember suddenly --- Oh shit, that’s right! The game is waiting for me to stop the music!
I use my remote to seIect the button on the TV screen. Our headphones go silent in the middle of a morose Beethoven song, and it takes the girls a moment to realize. Brooklyn is the first to scramble for a chair. The others quickly catch on, chaos erupting as they all race not to be the last one left without a seat. None of them probably wishes ill on another, but as sweet as they all are, the ladies all seem to quickly put their own well-being above the others. Even Stephanie’s nurturing kindness is instinctively forgotten, the teacher clambering to plop her thick ass onto a chair. My headphones ring with syncopated shouts and straining grunts, the sight almost comical in its ridiculousness. Naked girls from my school, blindfolded and rope-bound, struggling to play a sick game of musical chairs. For no apparent reason. My erection flexes in my hand.
Dani and Melina plant their butts in the same seat. Dani yelps, shouting out, “No, wait! No, it’s mine!” Little brat. Not as innocent as she seems. Probably always gets babied, gets her way. Melina doesn’t respond, the tall Hispanic just groaning with effort, shoving her sharp shoulder against her smaller classmate. These girls are normally two of the shiest, most modest girls at school. But here, they’re both stripped naked, fighting each other not to be the one to get sexually assaulted by an unknown boy from their school. Things get aggressive, the two wimpy girls shoving and squealing, trying to scoot the other off the chair. The conflict ends when Melina bites Dani on the crook of her neck, actually drawing a tiny bit of blood and leaving teeth marks! It’s enough to distract her classmate and shove her off the seat.
A sonorous 8-bit sound goes off in our headphones, and I watch as the giant carousel thing above whirs to life, machinery raging. Dani’s rope starts retracting, pulling her up! First it stands her up after falling off the chair. But it just keeps continuing up, the rope unrelenting, uncaring. It pinches at the fragile girl’s skin, under her flat boobs, arms behind her back constricted tighter. The teen’s shrieks turn to coughs as the rope chokes at her delicate neck. Up on tiptoes like a tiny dancer, a naked ballerina. The rope keeps reeling. She leaves the floor entirely! Her little bare feet kick around wildly, the sounds from her lips becoming raspy gurgles. Not all the pressure is on her neck, but it’s enough to restrict most of her breathing. She swings back and forth, her whole body thrashing violently as she lifts up higher. I step forward subconsciously, hand unable to stop stroking my dick as I gaze up, my mouth agape. Softly tanned skin. Glorious glimpses at her exposed vagina as her legs kick. Sandy hair whipping about, covering her blindfolded face, her expression cute yet worryingly reddened.
Hearing the cries of the other women, I snap back to reality. I realize the Announcer said something, all the other ladies screaming at me to hit the release. So lost in my own young lust, I’ve just been standing here staring at poor Dani as she flounders and sputters up there. I use my remote to seIect the ‘Release Rope’ option under Dani’s image on the screen.
The small teen hits the thinly carpeted floor hard, though we barely hear the thump. Instead we just hear her coughing fit, her squeaky whimpers of pain, the wind knocked completely out of her lungs from the fall. Before Dani can catch her breath however, she inhales weirdly, her body going stiff as a board on the floor. She’s being shocked! And it’s not stopping!
The Announcer’s tone of voice is far too mundane for the heinous words she speaks, “The eliminated female will now be electrocuted continuously for the remainder of the game.”
All the women are hearing this too apparently, their strident outrage making it hard to listen to the Announcer. I mute their mics but allow them to still hear the instructions as she continues, “The male may stop this electrocution by performing sexual activities with the eliminated female, as instructed on the screen.” Stifled indignation comes from the women again, all still sitting in their chairs, too afraid to get up without permission.
The thunderstruck Dani spasms facedown on the floor. Ok so wait, I can stop the shock collar? I can save her! I just have to do what the screen says. Sexual activity? Jesus fucking Christ, really?
But when I look at the TV, the only thing it says is ‘Perform any sexual activity you like.’ Those are the only instructions. To the women, it sounds like it’s forcing me to do specific tasks, maybe against my will. I could do the bare minimum, save Dani from this torture without doing anything too humiliating to her sexually.
But I hesitate, not jumping in to save her as quickly as I should. I stare down at her, my dick flexing harder at the sight of her nice little pliable butt cheeks shivering ever so slightly as electricity courses through her young body. ‘Anything I like’?
I step forward, barely noticing myself stripping out of my clothes. The jolts from her collar seem to stop assaulting her upon my approach, and Dani gasps and coughs, her body allowed a momentary reprieve.
Dani is still bound by her rope, which goes under her little tits, around the back to keep her wrists and forearms together, up and around her neck, and the rest lies loose like a leash on a dog. I grab this leash and wrangle my disoriented classmate into submission, choking at her soft neck, my other hand free to push and pin her facedown on the floor. For now I keep Dani unmuted unlike the other women, enjoying the chirps of alarm and dread she sends into my ears.
She squirms desperately, legs kicking and trying to crawl away from her assailant. But with rope to control her and with her arms behind her back, all she can do is scoot her face and chest along the carpet while her lower half props up on her knees to try to inchworm away. Her butt lifts right up at my face as I kneel down behind her. I groan as my libido is in full bloom, the sight irresistible. A perfectly hairless pussy, puffy outer lips an olive skin tone, with pink inner labia peeking out slightly down the center of the slit.
I let instinct take over, my face plunging forward, mouth engulfing the small cunt, nose pushed right into her cute little butthole. Her screams pierce my brain, but it only spurs me on more. My tongue stabs and laps sloppily, tasting her sour flavor. Breathing heavily, my nose inhales, her musky asshole making my nose scrunch with disgust, and yet I couldn’t be more turned on by the smell of her teen spirit. Even her flaws are adorable. I lather her tight snatch with as much spit as I can, hastily warming her up. It won’t be enough --- she won’t be aroused or ready to accept me really --- but it’ll be better than going in completely dry. She should be thankful I have the patience for this much. My cock throbs as my mouth slurps at her tiny cleft. I can’t wait any longer. My mind is a fog of primal urges.
I kneel upright mounted behind the wailing schoolgirl, one hand using the leash and rope harness to hold her struggling upper body flat down on the floor. My other hand spanks and pulls at her lower half, keeping her propped up on her knees in doggy position. A long string of precum waggles and drips to the carpet as I grab my cock and aim. Smearing my tip between her diminutive lips to coat her with one last courtesy, I jab my hips forward without another consideration for the girl’s health or feelings.
Pleasure stabs me as my cock stabs Dani. Extreme tightness clenches around me, but I pry her stubborn little hole open. Her voice goes hoarse from screaming so hard. I feel something tear. I push on anyway, exhaling with vile desire, my cock sheathed in my classmate’s warmth.
A slight trickle of blood runs down my swinging balls, my shaft going right into a vigorous pumping motion almost immediately. Her insides are forced to take my shape. I hold her down, hands gripping her hips, grappling her petite struggling body, using her bound forearms or the rope running up her spine as a handle, like reins controlling a bucking horse. I slap down at her smooth little ass, yank on her leash to silence her shouting throat. All while my slick cock drives in and out rapidly. I can’t fit myself all the way in, my tip meeting the end of her shallow hole easily, bumping her cervix in there with every forceful punch.
And then I realize the Announcer is speaking again, her voice resonant in all our ears as the game continues on, “The male must now help reset for the next round. Follow the instructions on the screen for removing a chair, aligning the remaining chairs, detangling ropes, and lining up remaining female participants.”
I stand Dani up with me, keeping myself impaled within her as much as possible, hobbling over to the other girls to do my duties. I don’t want to stop feeling Dani’s warm cunt wrapped around my dick. And I also don’t want to leave her unattended. Once or twice, I drop the girl to move some chairs, which means I’m not actively ‘performing sexual activities’ with her, which resumes her non-stop electrocution! Apparently this will be an ongoing thing the whole game. Either she gets raped or she gets shocked continuously, a never-ending cycle of torture! I at least try to keep walking her along with me by the leash as I work, which seems to count as sexual activity most of the time, with only brief moments of electrocution when not enough is happening. I keep glancing down at my new pet teenager whimpering and working up a glistening sweat from the torment. This is insane! I can’t believe I’m doing such unforgivable things to an innocent girl from my school! How is this allowed to happen?
The music starts up again, and the four other women begin shuffling forward apprehensively once more. Ropes pulling, that wheel above turning slowly, ready to yank the next loser up off the floor. A master of puppets with four marionettes on strings.
I unmute everyone, finding that their annoying vocals have died down. They’ve all been hearing the anguish Dani’s being put through, and it seems to have made the rest of them take this game more seriously. I hear soft whimpers and sobs from a couple of them, but mostly there’s just a general grim silence. The gravity of their situation has sunk in. If they lose the game, they have to go through whatever Dani is going through.
I resume slowly fucking the tiny teen on the floor, letting them all listen to her cries, her begging for me to stop. I watch the rest of them walk around in a constant circle to the rapid piano of Johann Sebastian Bach. My fingers enjoy themselves while Bach’s fingers blaze away at the piano.
After a few minutes of this, the women grow restless from the growing tension, jittery and jumpy from knowing the music could stop at any moment. A natural pause in the song makes Violet dive down onto a chair prematurely. Before she realizes the song never stopped, we all hear her sing as her collar sends waves of pain through her young body. I bite my lip from how erotic the sight is, my cock swelling thicker still buried inside Dani’s dripping hole. Violet, the quiet metalhead with ‘edgy’ dark makeup and hair, twists and hops on the seat, almost toppling the chair over backwards as her legs straighten, feet kicking involuntarily, her pale flesh vibrating. She falls off the seat but is held swinging and hanging by her rope, pulled forward slowly as the other girls keep moving obediently, the carousel above continuing to rotate. She manages to catch her footing and begin walking on trembling legs again, and the game goes on.
A few more full minutes pass as I remain behind Dani in a standing doggie position, still leisurely enjoying myself inside her, her head bent over, sandy hair flopping about. My hands hold her securely in place by her soft hips and the rope-bound arms behind her back, each making for great handles to hold her fragile body as I pump. The other women just keep hearing her soft whimpers, her panting breath, her weak voice begging for this nightmare to end. And the wheel in the sky keeps on turning.
Stephanie reverts into trying to be the teacher, voice growing angry, “Whats going on? Why aren’t you stopping the music?!” So I give her what she asks for. I drop Dani to the floor, leading my little freak by her leash, letting her snivel and crawl along on her knees at my feet, and I find my remote again.
The music stops, and the girls let out discordant shouts and squeaks, everyone rushing shamelessly and selfishly to drop down into chairs.
Melina is yet again slow on the draw. She ends up sitting her naked butt on her teacher’s lap. That plangent arcade failure sound booms in our ears, and I watch the screaming Hispanic teen begin to lift up by her rope.
“Oh-God-oh-God-no-no-no-no--HURK!! ” Melina’s strangled words make my skin crawl with delight. The normally elegant high schooler kicks her feet wildly in the air, modelesque figure swinging around, strikingly pretty face going red from the rope digging into her soft neck.
I stand close by, watching the thriller for a minute, with Dani kneeling like a puppy at my feet. I casually use Dani’s cute curly hair to wipe my cock clean of her own blood and cunt juices. Above, Melina somehow still looks beautiful even as she gurgles. When it looks like she might pass out, I release her, watching the slender teen flop painfully to the floor, gasping for breath and groaning in misery.
Then the lightning strikes. Melina stiffens and sprawls out faceup on the floor as Dani and I approach. It’s a vulgar scene --- Melina’s back arches, hips thrusting her bald pussy up in the air. It’s mesmerizing, making me pause and watch with wonderment.
And then I realize I’ve neglected my duties with Dani. Her collar activates, and she walks with Melina in hell, joins her in shaking misery. Both convulse lewdly at my feet. Thin youthful teen flesh spasming subtly, possessed with gyrating movements they can’t control. Teeth gritting, pretty lips bubbling with spit, toes curling. The other three ladies scream out in horror and protest from the chairs next to us, forced to listen to the chilling snarls and growls coming from the girls moshing on the floor.
Two girls are eliminated from the game now. And both need to be constantly subjected to sexual activity to stop this shock treatment. Seeing my classmates like this is unnerving yet exciting. Dani and Melina are both beloved by everyone that knows them back in real life. Both modest and soft-spoken. I can’t believe I’m seeing them like this!
I heave on Dani’s leash, dragging her across the carpet a few feet. The interaction satisfies the game enough to end her suffering, at least for now.
But poor Melina still vibrates in pain, nipples erect, butt lifting up off the floor on its own. Yet there’s something different about her movements. She’s trying to mouth something, her blindfolded face trying to look at where she thinks I am. Through the coursing electricity, she’s trying to speak to me!
“P-plea- Grrr! Pleeease can we- Gnnn! Can we t-talk?!” I watch with amazement as the normally shy girl tries everything she can to scoot herself closer, wriggling on her back, begging to speak with me. Interesting. I grant her request, using my remote to mute every other girl, isolating our headphones. Then I reach down and start pulling at her rope, which makes her electrocution subside.
Gasping with relief, Melina tries to regain her senses. Through panting breaths, she asks, “Can-- can the others hear us?” I don’t respond, quietly walking my two leashed pets over to the empty chair removed from the game after the first round. I sit with a relaxed sigh, tugging the teens closer.
Melina can hear me breathe, and she takes my silence as an answer. She continues prodding, “Do you remember me? Do you remember any other games?” My mind is pricked with transient memories. This is the girl that skips meals to mess up the effects of the drugs, isn’t it? The girl that’s willing to harm others to save herself. We’ve had other games together, though I can’t remember the details.
Lost for words, I stay quiet. Sitting in the chair, I yank both Melina and Dani onto their butts on either side of me. I lean their backs against my legs so I can lazily reach down to fondle their exposed breasts. The suffering they’ve endured has made their skin clammy with perspiration, my palms gliding over sticky chests. Dani is basically flat, my hand squeezing at what little there is. Melina isn’t much better endowed, less than a handful of soft breast to grip onto. I pinch at their nipples, enjoying the way they both squirm with discomfort but don’t dare resist. And ahead of me, I can view the other three women sitting naked on the circle of chairs, panic growing on their muted faces as they’re left cluelessly waiting.
Melina rambles on, “Please. I know I can’t-- I can’t escape this place. I know you’re enjoying this. And I-- I don’t want to stop you.” As she talks, her head leans back onto my thigh, her hair brushing intimately. She nuzzles against me, arching her chest up as I grope, as if to give herself to me willingly. My hand slides up her chest, feels her damp neck, up her warm cheek. She presses her face to my hand.
Her mouth kisses as she talks, tries to lick and suck at my fingers, “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll help you. Just please-- just stop the worst of it for me. The pain-- it’s too much. Please. Let me help you.”
When I don’t stop her advances, Melina gets up awkwardly, blind and unable to use her bound arms. She backs herself toward me, that sexy little ass wiggling and pushing its way onto my lap. The half-Mexican beauty sits her thin body down, my eyes appreciating her softly tanned golden skin, a slight sheen of sweat making her glisten. She grinds her warm butt on me, trying to give me a sort of clumsy lap dance I guess. She got legs, but she doesn’t exactly know how to use them. It’s almost laughable, maybe the first time the high schooler’s done anything like this. But the enthusiasm is admirable, and my cock bounces up at the feel of her little tush rubbing all over me. She feels the erection poke up at her, and she shudders… but carries on. She’s apparently willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Maybe I should accept the challenge --- see how far she’s willing to go to save her own skin.
My left hand still down at Dani’s chest beside me, my right reaches under Melina’s ass to grip my throbbing cock, aiming it upward. Melina goes quiet as she realizes what I’m trying to do. But she’s determined. Steeling herself, she raises up off me a bit, standing bent over, parting her legs for me to start smearing my swollen glans at her teen slit. Her brown asshole staring at me between slightly spread perky ass cheeks, I rub through her folds, getting us both slick. She squats a little lower. My tip pushes inside her slowly, her tiny lips wrapping around me. The velvet softness of her labia slides and grips. Her opening is tight, but not resistant like Dani’s was. And she gets wet easily --- even in such a terrifying and humiliating environment, she’s able to will herself to do the unthinkable. She exhales a ragged breath and sinks herself slowly down onto my wood flute.
I grab the rope running from Melina’s bound arms up her spine to her neck, using it as a handle… And I impatiently pull her all the way down, sheathing my entire shaft deep within her teen hole, bottoming out completely, feeling her little pillowy butt plop down onto my lap. She inhales sharply, pain and surprise shooting through her. But the girl adapts, allows it, grunting softly and trying to overcome the discomfort.
God, Melina feels incredible! Her hole molds to me perfectly, as if she was born for nothing else but to sleeve my cock. I throb, hard as iron. She wiggles her butt on me, her insides expanding and contracting in confusion from the sudden impalement, her shallow breathing the only sound filling my isolated headphones. We both seem to shiver together, both getting goosebumps from the explosion of sensations.
I lift her by her rope-harness. She’s light, easily controlled. Back down, sitting her weight on my lap. Then up again, a submissive whine escaping her mouth. Her juices soak my dick, her canal clasping tightly, the rippling texture sucking at me as I slide her up, down, up, down. I jack myself off with my classmate, my pace quickening, our breathing growing heavy in each other’s headphones. She bounces on my groin, begins relaxing into it, moving her hips, gyrating her ass in an attempt to please me. She wants to win me over. Wants to orchestrate a plot. I don’t deny her the chance.
Dani still sits on the floor at my side, my free hand reaching down to casually play with her, keeping her there as I focus on the main attraction in my lap. I absently pinch at Dani’s little pink nipples, forcing them to harden. I choke at her neck lightly, pull on her rope when she shifts and squirms, caress her soft neck and cheek, ruffle her sandy curls patronizingly. Dani is muted, but I can tell she has started crying openly, realizing with horror what she’s feeling us do right above her.
Melina bucks her perky cheeks up and down on me. She arches back, waves of silky dark hair brushing my face. I breathe, breathe in the air. Her smell makes me thrillingly dizzy, her girlish fruity perfume mixed with the subtle musk of sweat and pussy wafting up at me as she hops about. She moans, trying to force herself to enjoy this, knowing the alternative is so much worse. As she takes over doing most of the work, I can reach around and fondle all her fun bits. Squeeze at her little tits around the front. Tug at her hair or her neck rope. Grip her slender yet soft thighs and hips.
And just as Melina’s getting a little too excited, I reach up and wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her back tight against my chest and holding her there impaled and quivering and panting. I’ve got her in a stranglehold. I press my lips to her cute little ear, her hair and scent tingling my senses.
At long last, I finally reply to her requests with a careless little whisper, “Do as I command. Everything I say. Okay?”
Melina gasps, her reaction similar to when she was electrocuted. She nods vigorously, her body sinking back against me with a strange mix of anxiety and relief, “Oh! Oh uh y-yes! Anything! Yes… m-master? Uh d-daddy?”
I cringe. My arm tightens around her neck, choking her stammers silent. I whisper in her ear again, “Shhh. How about you just shut up.” My dick still embedded deep within her, I shove the girl forward and begin untying her bindings. She starts to reply, maybe to thank me, but then remembers what I said and stops herself from speaking. “Good girl,” I say proudly. Already learning, already obedient. If she keeps this up, maybe I will reward it.
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The next few minutes, I watch in awe as Melina does exactly as I command. The humiliating labor seems to satisfy the game’s requirement for performing sexual activity, staving off more electric punishment. I have my untied Hispanic teen rush about the room, resetting the three remaining women, getting them moving as I start up the classical music once more. Then I have her hurry back to me while I remain sitting in my chair --- my throne --- getting on her knees alongside her classmate Dani. Sweat drips down my balls as the two females crawl over to me. I unmute the smaller girl so we can hear her soft crying.
Two high school girls have their pretty little blindfolded faces between my legs! One sobbing, one stoic. I lounge in my chair, hands free to focus on my remote, muting and unmuting myself with Melina to secretly instruct her as needed.
Melina holds Dani by the back of her head, tries to calm her with soft words of encouragement, telling the petite schoolgirl how this is the only way they can stop the shock collars from going off. She coaxes Dani’s mouth open, cute braces glimmering. Then I feel the caress of Dani’s sticky lips, wet tongue, hot breath, and Melina’s hand wrapping around the base of my dick to hold it steady. Dani squeals and reels back, but Melina smushes the girl’s howling mouth right back onto my pulsing erection. With fistfuls of Dani’s sandy brown hair, Melina wrestles her smaller classmate’s little lips down over my cock! She’s careful not to let the girl hurt me, for fear of losing the alliance she’s cultivated. Dani gags at the taste. A generous amount of Melina’s cunt-juice still coats my penis, as well as some remaining juice and blood from Dani herself before that. The poor teen is forced to fill her mouth with it all, my glans sliding between tongue and roof of mouth. Staccato coughs and yelping vocals add exciting vibrations to the experience. I see my shaft disappearing and reappearing slowly and repeatedly between her trembling lips.
And only when the horrible slime coating my cock is cleaned off by the struggling girl, Melina herself joins in. Her movements are much more deliberate, tongue lapping at my shaft as she continues bobbing Dani up and down. The sounds are amplified in my headphones --- a composition of slurping, strained breathing, occasional grunts or coughs, sniffling noses.
I lean back and relax, alternating between watching the girls at my crotch and watching the muted ones walking around the chairs ahead of me. Brooklyn, Violet, and Mrs. Laurent stumble endlessly around in a circle to the music, oblivious to what I’m doing nearby. Before this island, I barely knew most of these ladies, couldn’t imagine even asking them out to a school dance, had to sneak glances at them in class or passing them in hallways. Now look at them all! Slurping on my cock! Walking around naked in some perverted version of a chiIdren’s game!
After a few unnecessary minutes of this entertainment, I use the remote to allow everyone to listen to the walking girls. Then I stop the music.
Brooklyn and Violet are already in their chairs before Stephanie even realizes what’s happening. The teacher howls for help as her rope begins reeling her upward. Though not exactly a fat woman, Stephanie is chubby enough to really jiggle when she thrashes this much! Her big heavy breasts sway and bounce as she hops on tiptoes in a pathetic attempt to escape the pull of the rope. And then those toes leave the floor, footloose and kicking, chunky thighs and large ass rippling with lewd motion. I wonder if the woman even looked this vulnerable, this pained when she gave birth. Pale skin with a sheen of sweat. Chest and face flushed red with exertion. And raunchy glimpses of her cunt between those thighs as she flails. God, I can’t help myself. I’m hot for teacher. I need a taste!
I stand and walk over, with Melina and Dani scrambling to follow, desperate to keep their faces at my cock to avoid electrocution. Face to face with the blonde teacher learning to fly before my eyes, I reach out and begin brazenly indulging in her helpless body. Stephanie’s sounds intensify in our ears, though her voice is half-choked by the rope. Her arms tied behind her lower back are already going purple from the strain of her weight. I pay no mind to her discomfort however, too busy enjoying myself at her expense. I would say whoever this lady’s husband is is a lucky man, but I doubt he gets to do half the things I get to do with her here.
Mrs. Laurent is a couple feet off the floor as my hands reach up to grasp her fat tits. Soft flesh spills out between my fingers and around the remote in my hand as I dig into her boobs with uncaring aggression. Tiny nipples, wide areolas, everything pale and pink.
When the woman kicks forward at me, I simply catch her legs and kiss her pudgy belly, working my way down her body. Meanwhile Melina is guiding Dani to my cock again, both doing their best to hunch down and avoid the swinging feet above them. They kneel at my feet, obedient schoolgirls getting back to work even as I’m preoccupied with their hanging teacher. I feel the heavenly warmth of Melina’s mouth engulf my throbbing dick, while she pushes little Dani’s button nose down under my balls to nuzzle around. This is fucking insane! They don’t even need to be told anymore! Two teens just constantly pleasuring me, while I don’t even pay attention to them, my hands free to explore elsewhere!
Mrs. Laurent gurgles above me, the ropes cutting off air and circulation as she’s raised ever upward. She’s heavier than the petite high school seniors that got hung before her, so the suspension has a much worse effect. Her legs do anything they can to alleviate the pressure. So when her crotch is about eye-level with me, she instinctively stops kicking and starts wrapping her legs over my shoulders for leverage to lift against gravity. Soon I have my hot teacher’s thick pale thighs pressed on either side of my head, trying to sit on my shoulders, entire body quaking with desperation and pain.
My nose nestles into the small well-groomed patch of pubic hair on her puffy mound, and I inhale her musky scent. Smooth-shaven and inviting everywhere else, my lips go to her pussy -lips. My tongue stabs into the center just as I feel Melina’s tongue swirling around my cock down below. Stephanie’s cunt parts easily, unlike all the tight inexperienced teens in the room. Her flavor fills my mouth --- a bit sour, mature, delicious. My hands squeeze up under her big ass cheeks, helping to hold her up on my shoulders. Her plump thighs tighten painfully around my head, smothering me in the heat of her crotch. She must feel equal parts panic from suffocation mixed with utter humiliation from feeling an unknown student defiling her privates. I snarl and slurp until I’ve had my fill of her and the pain outweighs the pleasure. Then I wrench the woman’s clenching legs off me and let her swing freely again.
Mrs. Laurent chokes, the full weight of her body digging into her pale flesh, up under those indecently large breasts. Her arms are purple behind her back. Her mouth foams from the noose strangling her neck. Her legs kick hopelessly. And then her movements slow… She’s passing out!
The poor teacher fades to black, her toes curling with cramps, her mouth bubbling with spit and letting out an unattractive snoring sound. I stare in awe, finding myself wondering how on earth this could all be allowed to continue. What’s the point of these ungodly illegal games?
I’m lost in thought when the levee breaks, and suddenly I’m watching piss trickling down Mrs. Laurent’s inner thighs! Maybe she had been holding her bladder this whole time. Maybe all the anxiety made her have to pee. Maybe all my licking worked it up. I retreat in disgust, a laugh escaping me from the absolute madness of this whole experience. Piss sputters out from her puffy slit, sprinkling down all over the carpet below. Dani and Melina get their backs sprayed a bit before I’m able to yank them out of the danger zone by their leashes.
I can’t help but continue to chuckle at the ludicrous sight, even as I grab Dani by her sandy brown curls and shove my raging rod deep in her gullet. I groan, my cock swelling to its maximum, my tip barging straight to the back of the petite Italian teen’s warm throat in one harsh thrust.
My head spins from the symphony of destruction all around me. I’m entranced by the sight of my blacked-out teacher hanging there twitching and leaking pee all down her legs and feet. The elegant Hispanic girl Melina is helping to hold little Dani’s jaw open wide so I can plunge my cock into her mouth without risk of her teeth biting down. Melina’s clearly just thankful I didn’t pick her to skull-fuck. And nearby, this whole time Violet and Brooklyn have been sitting on the remaining two chairs, sobbing, forced to listen to all the repugnant things happening to their teacher and classmates.
It’s all too much. Finally pushed over the edge, I let myself release. My fingers dig into Dani’s scalp, my muscles going rigid. I’m in too deep, and I try to keep her braces from scraping the base of my cock. I exhale, my vision blurred, and I send streams of hot white slime shooting down my classmate’s throat. She squeaks, tries to pull away, but Melina and I hold her steady as I empty my balls. The poor girl freaks out, tries to swallow, chokes on my dick, and begins coughing wildly. Comfortably numb, I look down to see globs of white jizz shooting out Dani’s button nose like snot!
Post-nut clarity hits me suddenly, and I realize the danger Stephanie’s in! I push Dani off my cock, letting her fall onto her side, coughing and spewing my cum. I raise the remote and hit the release on Mrs. Laurent’s rope. The thick blonde thumps hard to the floor, a limp and sweaty wreck. To my relief, she slowly regains consciousness a moment later. Jesus Christ, where is my mind? I nearly killed the poor woman! I can’t keep taking things so far!
But my concern wanes when the teacher gasps back to life and immediately begins panicking annoyingly. Forgetting where she is, awaking to a blindfolded land of confusion and pain, naked and bound and covered in her own piss --- it’s no wonder she begins keening hysterically.
Then Dani joins in on the roaring chorus. Left alone a bit too long, the girl’s collar has started electrocuting her relentlessly.
I mute the insufferable women, isolating myself with Melina. I command her casually, “Shut them up, will you? The screen is showing me something. Here, you can speak to them.”
Unmuting all the women to each other, but leaving the noisy ones muted to me, I pull up a seat and sink into it with a sigh of fatigue. New instructions are being displayed for me to read. But my eyes keep flicking over to the naked distractions occurring nearby.
Melina has to rush back and forth between Stephanie and Dani to save them from their respective shocks. She feels around blindly, finding the teacher writhing on the floor in a wet heap. Then Melina reaches out with a reluctant look of distaste distorting her pretty face.
Mrs. Laurent settles from her screaming torture only to then feel fingers fumbling at her breasts and genitals. She still seems confused about where she is, recoiling instinctively, trying to kick her unseen molester away. But as soon as she pushes Melina back, the collar activates again.
I hear Melina trying to calm Stephanie, her hands returning to squeeze at big pale tits and glide up and down the woman’s sweaty side and hips. The teacher sobs but starts to listen to the girl reassuring her that this is ‘the only way to stop the shocks’.
All this while Dani spasms from her own unending electrocution several feet away from them, waiting for Melina to return and relieve her. My dutiful servant does her best, scurrying between the two in a futile dash to touch them both, rescue them from their cruel treatment. But when she leaves one, the other starts to ride the lightning, convulsing with pain. It’s disturbing, comical, and arousing all at the same time.
My eyes return to the TV. And my jaw drops as I read the preposterous new rule. I can save the females from further electrocution, save them from continuous violation and rape. I just have to… Holy shit, really?
A couple minutes later, I return to Melina, who has finally managed to wrangle the two screaming women, dragging Dani over by her leash to lie next to Stephanie. This allows Melina to kneel over both and grope them simultaneously, stopping both their collars.
I crouch behind Melina, getting my face right next to hers and gripping a handful of her silky dark hair. I wrench her head back, her blindfolded face pointing up at me, her sexy mouth gasping from the sudden pull. Isolating our audio again, I plant a gentle kiss on her cheek and inhale her feminine scent, “Took you long enough to get a handle on things. You sure you want to help me?”
The half-Mexican teen shudders and nods frantically, “Ah! I’m s-sorry! Please, yes I can do better!” Her expression says it all. It seems Melina has realized the twisted games themselves aren’t exactly the worst thing about this island, that whoever this guy from her school is, he’s enjoying himself. This king of pain is perfectly fine with torturing innocent women for his own sick pleasure. He’ll prolong the games, make things worse than they need to be. For her own safety, she wants to stay in his favor.
“Good girl. Now here’s what you’re going to do…”
Melina’s breathing seems to quicken nervously as I explain, my fingers working the remote. New ropes descend from the huge carousel above, right where the three eliminated females’ ropes had been. On the end of each new rope dangles a strange rounded metal hook. Each hangs ever so slightly at different heights --- lower where the shorter Dani had stood, higher where the taller Stephanie and Melina had been.
I set the headphones so that all five females can hear and speak to each other, I can hear them all, and only Melina can hear me.
I have Melina start with Mrs. Laurent, standing the trembling teacher up and positioning her exactly where she had stood at the start of this entire game around the circle of chairs. Little Dani is made to tag along like a puppy at Melina’s heels.
In the center, Brooklyn and Violet still sit waiting after winning the previous round, both jittery and confused about the bizarre new events taking place around them.
Melina does her best to hold Stephanie still, hand gripping the rope binding the thick blonde teacher’s arms behind her back. Dani is shoved onto her knees behind the standing teacher. I pace around them, supervising my little helper, dick stiffening in my hand at the sight of Melina struggling with the two ladies. She’s trying to convince them to cooperate, “No Dani-- no it has to be you. Just-- come on, just stick out your tongue or they’ll shock us all again.”
Melina tries to carefully break the news to the rest of them, that the metal objects dangling on the end of the new ropes coming from the wheel contraption above… are anal hooks. Each is brass-colored just like some of the musical instruments in the corner of the room. Each shaped like a big fishhook, except instead of a sharp end there’s a metal ball tip. They have to be inserted in the eliminated females’ anuses! The ropes hang at the perfect height to allow insertion while standing. The ladies can then walk around hooked on the ends of the ropes, which will count as constant sexual activity and save them from electrocution.
Though feisty, Melina’s a thin and relatively weak teenager, unable to wrestle with the two other struggling ladies. “No-- fuck-- just stay-- stay here -- We have to do this! Gah! ” Melina looks around blindly for me, panting, clearly in need of my help. “Hey, um-- Hey I can’t do it. She won’t stop moving.” I sigh and step forward, grabbing a fistful of Mrs. Laurent’s blonde hair to control her.
I’m rough and impatient, slapping my teacher’s face when she protests. Lifting her hair, I stand her upright, then get face to face with the 31-year-old beauty. I pull her sweaty skin against me in a tight hug, kissing her cheek, down her hot neck covered in shock collar and choke marks. I smell her bright and flowery scent, pleasant despite her perspiration. My free hand kneads into a fat tit, then down to enjoy the feel of her fuzz, her clammy cunt-lips, the slickness up inside her clenching hole. Then my arm wraps around her lower back to hold her to me when she starts thrashing.
Meanwhile around the back, Melina makes poor Dani do the dirty work of prepping between our teacher’s humid butt cheeks. Squeals become muffled grunts as Dani’s mouth is forced onto the nasty asshole. No lube had been provided, so I figured Melina could use our classmate instead, put her whiny mouth to better use. The barely legal teen barely holds back from vomiting as her tongue is made to lap up and down the older woman’s pink ass crack, coating the wrinkled sphincter in plenty of saliva. Then, hook in mouth, the teen lathers up the metal ball-tip too.
I hug the Stephanie’s midsection and hair tightly, lifting her onto her tiptoes to allow Melina to begin prodding the anal hook at her backdoor. Even after emptying my balls not that long ago, my erection is at full-mast again, jabbing against the plump lady’s groin and thighs as we all struggle together. I breathe my teacher’s pain as she exhales hot screams of agony, her mouth inches from my face. The pitch of her voice shoots up with a sudden fluttering tremor that tells me it’s in.
I let go and step back to watch the woman stagger on her tiptoes, wincing, sheer terror on her face, “Oh! Oh God! N-no get it out!” She struggles to stand, unable to put her heels fully down on the carpet, arms still behind her back. One false move and she’ll fall, she’ll be raining blood from a torn asshole.
A chuckle of disbelief escapes me, my hand cranking wildly at my cock. I race around to admire our handiwork, bending down to plant kisses on Stephanie’s big damp butt cheeks, spreading them, giving her a spank. The brass hook sticks out from her stretched anus, the ball fully enclosed within my teacher! A trickle of saliva mixed with blood trails down her taint and inner thigh. Clearly Mrs. Laurent is very inexperienced with ‘butt stuff’. She might have never put anything in this hole in her life! To think, we might’ve just taken this woman’s anal virginity!
Dani tries to run when we start on her next. I shake my head. Where would she even go? I nonchalantly catch her leash, whipping the poor teen back by the throat. A loud coughing fit follows, with me manhandling the petite high schooler and holding her up for Melina. Dani can only wiggle in my arms as we work on her.
I tell Melina that she’ll have to get this one lubed up herself this time. Her surprised and disgusted expression is priceless. At first she begs me not to make her. I don’t reply. She hesitates, considering her options. She decides to simply spit in her hand rather than sully her mouth with such a foul place, wiping the saliva up and down Dani’s ass crack. It’s much less effective than what we made Dani to to Stephanie, her butthole not nearly as prepared for what’s to come. I smirk watching the silent look of shame on Melina’s pretty face. I’m not the only one here willing to make immoral decisions for my own benefit. She’s so willing to put herself before the other girl’s well-being.
Dani flails so hard I have to lift her over my shoulder and tightly bear-hug her legs to keep her from kicking Melina. The screams are obnoxious, but soon Melina works the metal ball into her classmate’s unwilling little shitter. I set the teen down and watch as she whimpers and stumbles pathetically. She bleeds more than the teacher had, knees trembling from the intense pain. Her exposed chest rises and falls rapidly as she starts to hyperventilate. Melina has to comfort the poor girl for a minute before getting Violet and Brooklyn up and resetting for the final round.
I use the remote to resume the music, caressing Melina gently to keep her from getting electrocuted, and my eyes are glued to the spectacle before us.
All four females shamble slowly onward in an endless circle around a single remaining chair. The smallest teen and the chunky teacher are forced to walk even though they’ve already lost.
Bloody assholes are impaled with metal hooks that pull them up onto tiptoes. Mrs. Laurent tries to free herself a couple times, but the rope is just high enough that she can’t manage to unhook herself up off it. She bends forward into a deep bow, even tries hopping off painfully, to no avail. Dani is less daring, only managing to take tiny baby steps forward, bleeding and crying continuously. It’s a bit ironic --- they couldn’t sit down fast enough to stay in the game of musical chairs, and now they won’t be sitting down on these butts comfortably for weeks.
In the center of it all, that last chair awaits one final naked teen. Will it be Brooklyn? I gaze at the dark-skinned beauty, body sparkling with a soft sheen of sweat. That nice substantial ass jiggling ever so slightly with every step. Or will it be Violet? I watch the tall ‘edgy’ alt-girl stumbling along awkwardly, blindfolded face darting around listening anxiously for any change in the music. Her slender pale figure makes my head thrum with longing. Who will join this black parade of desecrated women walking endlessly around us?
I press the button. The music stops. And Brooklyn is the one left squealing, her almond-colored body lifting upward, her feet kicking around like an animal caught in a snare. Melina runs her hands up and down my body as I step forward to enjoy myself with the suspended black teenager.
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It’s a sensory experience unlike any other. The smell of women is ripe in the air --- girly fragrances, pussy, and the subtle musk of sweat. The sounds of heavy breathing and Mozart ring in my ears. Grunting, whimpering, sobbing. It’s the most unusual harmony. The feel of damp teenage flesh slides on my body, the heat making me crazy. Salty sweetness fills my mouth as I suckle at a tiny sweaty breast, my teeth making the nipple erect. And the sights… Christ this is incredible!
I sit lazily slouched in the final remaining seat. Violet Germain, the winner of this depraved game of musical chairs, gets her prize. We force the sexy metalhead chick to straddle my lap, her nearly-flat tits brushing against my face. Still blindfolded, slender arms still bound behind the small of her back. Melina stands behind the little witchy woman, begrudgingly helping to hold her classmate on me, thrusting the pale teen’s hips up and down repeatedly. Violet’s violated little vagina squeezes tightly on my cock with every violent movement. She’s compact, shallow, my tip punching up at her cervix. With Melina doing all the work, my hands are free to feel around the back, play with her perky little butt, tug on the big metal anal hook stuck up her asshole. We’d detached the object from her rope, forced it up her hole, left it to dangle. Whenever I touch it, her whole body tenses, her pussy muscles flinching, contracting nicely on my cock.
And all around us, the other three females march in a circle, an obscene waltz of naked flesh. They whimper in misery, their faces wet with tears and running makeup. Brooklyn, Dani, and Mrs. Laurent, all staggering on tiptoes, arms still tied behind backs, tits on full display. Each has a brass anal hook in their butt attached to the end of ropes going up to the giant wheel contraption above. A merry-go-round of objectified women from my school. The game is over, and yet I force them to continue dancing around me to the classical music in our headphones, all for my own amusement.
“Again, you may now choose how the females are rewarded for completing the game. SeIect an option on the screen.” The Announcer calmly repeats her final instructions, speaking only in my headphones, none of the girls able to hear. Shit, I wasn’t listening the first time --- it’s hard to concentrate with Violet’s body all over me like this.
“Option 1: Leave the room immediately and return to your quarters. All five female participants will receive just one of the ten completed games needed to leave the island.” So Violet gets no extra reward for winning the game, but the nightmare ends for them all finally.
I reach out as Brooklyn hobbles past me. The lovely black teen gasps as I grasp her juicy ass, the metal hook sending a shock wave of pain through her body as she stumbles.
“Or Option 2: The winning female will receive two of the ten completed games needed to leave the island, and the other four females will receive one. You must then reset the room and begin the game from the beginning. This option can be chosen as many times as you like.” Whoa, so I can keep playing this game over and over if I want? I could get these girls off this island today if I really tried. That’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?
It’s like the Announcer is toying with my very soul. My ears ring with an orchestra of exhausted women and classical piano as I decide how this song ends. Should I stay or should I go?
To be continued in Level 6.
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