From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy)
Subject: ARCHIVE: Game by Suki
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The Game
by Suki
"I have a new game for you today dear," Scott stated as
he walked into the room Susan was in. Susan lowered the book she
was reading and stared at him, trying to assess his mood. "Yes,"
Scott repeated, "a game. You will like this one, my dear, the
stakes are quite high."
Susan felt a thrill go through her at his words. She
remembered the last game that they played. It ended in a hot
bubble bath and a full body oil rub, to ease the aches and pains
and sore muscles from the game. The marks remained for almost a
week (she always did bruise easily), but the feelings and sensa-
tions the experienced during the game made it all worthwhile.
"The game," Scott continued, "goes like this. First, the
stakes. If you win you will get anything you want for the rest
of the evening. ANYTHING. But if I win I get anything I want
for the rest of the evening. I've been wanting a slave
recently." He smiled, and searched her eyes for her reaction.
Susan had started getting wet the moment he started
talking. Sitting on the couch wearing a tight pair of shorts and
a tank top she could almost feel her labia lips swelling with his
words. She waited for him to finish his description of the game.
"The rules are as follows. You will have two hours. In
that two hours you must stay on our property, and try not to get
caught. If you are caught you lose. However, if you manage to
stay uncaught for two hours you win, and anything you want is
yours."
Susan contemplated this. They had approximately five
acres of forest land that she could stay in. Much of it was
large, old redwoods with empty holes that would be easy to hide
in. She knew however, that she would have more fun moving about
and trying to trick and stay ahead of them. She also knew that
Scott was a fairly good tracker.
"Oh, and one more thing," Scott smirked, "I invited Mark
to help me."
Scott enjoyed watching Susan's mouth fall open at his
last announcement. An assortment of conflicting emotions crossed
her face. Then she came to a decision.
"I'll do it."
"Fine," Scott replied with confidence, "You have half an
hour to prepare. As soon as Mark gets here we will begin. You
will have a 10 minute head start, and then we will follow you."
Susan walked upstairs with shaky legs and hunted down her
tennis shoes and socks. She put them on, and walked into the
bathroom. 'Better take care of business now,' she thought. Then
she combed her hair and stared at herself. A wide pair of green
eyes stared back at her as she contemplated her reflection. She
was only 5'3" and weighted 110 pounds. Her frame was small, but
not too small, with long legs and a lightly tanned skin. Her
medium length brown hair ran down to the middle of her back and
was very straight. She pulled it back into a ponytail high up on
her head. 'Good enough,' she thought, 'at least it won't be in
the way.'
It was warm out today, no sense in wearing anything more
than what she had on. With a last glance she walked downstairs.
Scott and Mark, who had just arrived looked up at her as she
descended the stairs. Susan thought she detected a brief look of
approval from Scott, and then it was gone. He had a definite
talent for masking his thoughts.
"You have 10 minutes starting now," Scott commanded. She
stared at both of them defiantly for a moment, and then let
herself out the front door.
On the porch she hesitated, staring out at the woods
around her for a moment and then turned left, went around the
side of the and vanished from sight. Scott and Mark glanced out
the window as she vanished from sight, and then turned their
backs.
"Well?" questioned Mark, "Will we be able to catch her?"
"Absolutely no question about it," Scott answered, "But
let's not catch her too fast. I'd like to toy with her for a
while."
He glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Come on," Scott said, "it's been 10 min."
With the grace of a stalking cat, he turned and opened
the front door. Mark followed quickly, coming along side of
Scott. He did not fail to notice that on the way out Scott had
grabbed a black collar with a lock, a soft, long rope, and a
matching black leash.
Scott and Mark walked off the porch and around the side
of the house where they had seen Susan going. Scott looked
around, and spotting Susan's tracks, followed them into the
woods, with Mark in tow.
Meanwhile, Susan was steadily watching them from a tree
she had climbed after carefully back-tracking her steps to where
she was perched. She laughed softly to herself as Scott and Mark
passed directly below her. As soon as they were passed she
climbed down and took off in the opposite direction, taking
extreme satisfaction in their misdirection.
She walked back around the house again, and quietly
circled the gardening shed. Then hearing what she thought was
the sound of Scott and Mark nearby, she froze, and peered around
the side of the shed. Nothing. It must have been a branch or a
pine cone hitting the ground.
The next second, all hell broke loose. In any other
situation it would have seemed funny. Susan tripped over the
cat. Their cat, which had been stalking around the shed after
her, had come up behind her and rubbed against her legs. She was
startled, and whipped around to see what it was, and tripped.
The cat let out a loud "MMMRRRROW!" of protest and ran. Susan
also let out a sharp "Oh!" which echoed through the forest around
her. Picking herself off of the ground, she surveyed the damage.
She had skinned her knee, and ripped a hole in the back of her
shorts. The hole of course, had ripped in a most incriminating
place, across the entire back of her butt on one side. She shook
her head mentally scolding herself for being so clumsy. Then,
knowing that her cry must have been heard, she turned and ran
toward a large clump of trees. Reaching the trees, she caught
her breath for a moment and pricked her ears, straining for the
sound of her pursuers. Hearing nothing, she continued on.
She chose a new direction and wondered down a narrow path
surrounded by trees. Suddenly, as she passed one of the trees, a
hand reached out and grabbed her roughly by the arm. She gasped,
managing to suppress a scream as she was yanked toward the owner
of the hand and a jacket went over her head.
"Hold still," Scott growled, knowing full well that she
would continue struggling anyway. He grunted, as she managed to
kick out at him and nearly hit Mark in the shins. He grabbed the
rope off of his belt and holding her arms over her head, tied
them to each other and then to a low hanging branch, letting her
dangle so that her toes just touched the dirt and leaves below.
Then he took the jacket off of her head.
Susan glared at him, her heart still pounding rapidly
from the startling capture. In truth, she was enjoying every
moment of it, a fact that was well known between the two of them.
Dangling there, a the mercy of his every whim, she felt herself
getting wet. She wanted him to use her, to make her cum, to
please himself...
Very deliberately, Scott reached up and pulled her tank
top out of her shorts and up, over her breasts. He left it on
her, bunched up over her breasts, but below her arm pits. Then
he deftly unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop down around her
ankles. The cooling air felt good against her bare skin and she
moved, ever so slightly in the direction of his hand. He laughed
harshly and pulled a bandana out of his pocket which he used to
blindfold her.
Susan felt them circling her and two pairs of hands ran
fingers over her body. The same fingers pinched her nipples
until they were as hard as pebbles, and roughly ran over her
buttocks and labial lips. Susan could feel her juices almost
running down her legs, as she got closer and closer to climax.
Then, all hands were withdrawn. She moaned loudly in frustration
and was rewarded with a sharp slap on the rear. All was quite
for a few moments as she wriggled in frustration, trying unsuc-
cessfully to bring herself to orgasm.
Whish-crack! The sound came slowly like the whistling of the wind, and then the crack like thunder.
Susan jumped instinctively at the sound although she was
not able to identify it. A moment later it came to her, as the
pain from the branch stroke seared it's way across her bottom.
He had hit her with a clean branch he had borrowed from a nearby
tree. The pain spread through her body as a welt raised on her
bottom. Whish-crack! The branch fell again and again until the
lines on her bottom crisscrossed and connected.
Instinctively, she spread her legs. The pain and the
heat coursing through her body inflamed her desire and made her
feel empty. She wanted to feel Scott (or anyone!) inside of her
so much, it was almost more painful than the branch. She wanted
him to thrust into her hard, over and over to bring her over the
edge of orgasm. But he didn't. He knew what she wanted. And he
wanted to let her wait.
Quickly, she took off in the direction of the house.
Susan carefully circled the house, looking for any sign of Scott
and Mark. She did not see them anywhere. She looked at her
watch again. Only five more minutes and she would be the winner!
Susan contemplated that as she stared toward the house. Did she
really want to win? When she through about it, she decided that
she really did not want to. She wanted to lose.
She was so lost in her thoughts and fantasies, she never
even heard Mark come up behind her, until he grabbed her wrists.
She yelped with the sudden shock and he twisted her wrists behind
her back and held them tightly together.
"That's not fair," she muttered, feebly, trying not to
show the fact that he'd scared the dickens out of her.
"Who ever said life was fair," he answered, grinning at
her. "Now come on."
"Where are we going?" Susan questioned. Mark didn't
answer, he simply grinned evilly at her and propelled her toward
the house.
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