2 comments/ 62845 views/ 15 favorites I Want to Play a Game: The Sequel By: king_wesley Chapter 1: Capture "Remember team, we don't know exactly what we are dealing with here." commanded Officer Reynolds, "The target is most probably armed and dangerous and there is a high possibility that the premises is heavily booby-trapped so proceed with caution." Ever since his wife was kidnapped two years before by a sadistic psycho known by the press as 'Barbiemaker', Officer John Reynolds had made it his mission to track down and capture the person responsible. During this time he had witnessed dozens of cases where innocent young women had disappeared only to resurface a few days later tarted up and too slutty to give the police any serious information about what had happened to them. Piecing together evidence from uncovered crime scenes, the search for Barbiemaker had led to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. Leading an elite team of officers, it was Officer Reynolds' plan to get in, neutralise the target and get out again before their presence was even detected. He would lead a team through the back entrance, whilst a second team covered the front. Both teams reached their target entrances with little trouble, however whilst Reynolds' team were able to enter the building without incident, the second team was far less fortunate. "Officers down! Officers down!" Screamed the radio, A member of the second team had trigger an infra-red trip wire and before there was any chance to react, the whole squad was rained upon by a plethora of drugged darts. A few members of the team were able to scramble to safety, but most were hit. The effects of the darts were severe, the female member of the squad immediately began to rid themselves of their clothes and beg for their male counterparts to fuck them any which way but loose, a thought which just happened to be the only thing on the minds of the infected male officers. Officer Reynolds couldn't believe his ears as one of the few remaining safe officers from the other team relayed back to him how a major police raid had transformed into a public orgy in a matter of seconds. Still despite this massive set back, there may not be a better chance to stop this monster once and for all. Therefore he reluctantly ordered for the teams to proceed as planned. There were some stairs in the far corner leading to a room on the second level of the warehouse and Officer Reynolds was sure his target was in there. Checking for any obvious traps, he order for the decimated back-up unit to stay put and guard for escape whilst he led a full on assault of the stairway. The decision took casualties almost immediately as a sudden flash of light behind him caused Officer Reynolds to spin around only to see a female member of his team hurriedly trying to unzip one of her male colleagues. The operation was already a massive disaster but the officer refused to let his wife's fate go unavenged. Disregarding all concern for his own safety, he sprinted up the stairs and burst through the door to the room. Sitting at a computer console watching the assault unfold on their monitor, the Barbiemaker was not at all like Officer Reynolds had imagined. It was an attractive young woman, no more than 25 or 30 years old. The officer only allowed himself to be taken aback for a split second before aiming his gun at the young lady's head. "Put your hands behind your head and move away from the console." he ordered. The young lady smiled, "Hello officer, I've been expecting you." "Put your hands behind your head now!!!" "Of course officer, anything you say sir. You caught me fair and square." Officer Reynolds slowly edged towards the unnervingly confident young women, hand cuffs in hand and when he was within reach was able to cuff her without a fight. "I am arresting you for the kidnap and brainwashing of thirty-five young women. You do not need to say anything but anything you do so may be taken down and used as evidence against you in a court of law, do you understand?" "Perfectly officer." replied the women cheerily. With that Officer Reynolds was able to lead the young woman out of the building without resistance. An ambulance had already arrived to pick up all of the infected officers and a third team was now on site to sweep the building for evidence. The operation had been a disaster, but at least they had captured the target. Chapter 2: Questioning Four hours had passed since Michelle's capture and the police computer technicians were still working on trying to access her files on the computers seized. Meanwhile Michelle herself was sitting in a cell waiting patiently to be interrogated and Officer Reynolds was having to explain himself to the commissioner: "I know it was reckless sir, but I couldn't let her get away; not when we'd finally managed to track her down." "And what about the seventeen good officers we lost today due to your inability to abort a mission when you have to." "But she had to be stopped sir, I couldn't let anymore people be forced to play that woman's twisted games." "And you were willing to let a lot of good officers, with families and friends, potentially live the rest of their lives as nothing more than sex crazed bimbos so that you could capture your target! Tell me why I shouldn't make you turn in your badge right now for this." "Thirty five girls sir. Thirty five innocent girls with their whole lives ahead of them had their future taken away by that monster in there! That's how many victims it took for us to finally track her down and who knows how many dozens more would have suffered the same fate if we had let her go." You still didn't have the right to risk other peoples'..." "They all knew the risks before we entered that warehouse. I gave each and every one of those officers the choice to stand down if they wished and all were willing to potentially make that sacrifice." "It still wasn't your call to make Officer, you let your emotions rule your head and now..." "I let my emotions rule my head? You think so? Of course I let my fucking emotions rule my head! That bitch, that psychopath turned my wife into... she made her..." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up your..." "Can you even imagine what it's like to only be able visit your own wife during the visiting hours of a psychiatric clinic? To only be able to see her from the other side of a glass wall and not be allowed to touch her because all that she cares about is sex? To know that she will never truly be your wife again, but just some women that is desperate to fuck you or anybody that she can get her hands on? Do you have any idea how that feels? And you have the fucking nerve to tell me I may have let my emotions get the better of me." The commissioner was about to reply when the another officer entered the office with a look of horror pasted all over his face. "Sirs, I hate to interrupt but we have a serious problem." "What kind of problem? can't you see I'm busy here?" "We can't access the hard drives from the computer's we confiscated from the warehouse." "What about the woman?" "She refuses to speak to anyone except Officer Reynolds sir?" "Godammit!" The commissioner was becoming visually agitated by this point, "She can speak to anyone but him. Have you tried Johnson, Matthews, Rigby?" "Yes sir, but she just closes up completely. She only wants Reynolds." "You're gonna have to let me speak to her sir," declared Reynolds, "It's the only way she will talk." "You will speak when spoken to Officer and not before. You are off the case and that is the final decision." "You can't take me off the case! There could be somebody else out there, another victim maybe more." "You are off the case Officer!" "Give me ten minutes sir, just ten minutes to make her talk. There could be people's futures at stake here." The commissioner was visibly agitated by this exchange. Officer Reynolds had demonstrated he lacked the mental disposition to handle this case and especially the suspect in custody, yet could possibly be the only person with the ability to get the information needed. "I'm crazy for even considering this, but you've got ten minutes officer. If you've got nothing for us by then, you're off the case completely understand?" "Perfectly sir. Thank you." "Oh and Reynolds, you fuck this up and I will have your gun and badge before your ass even leaves the interview chair." The discussion over, Officer Reynolds left the office and made his way to the interviewing rooms where the Barbiemaker was being held. She had been expecting him. "Officer Reynolds, so nice to finally meet you one on one." "Skip the pleasantries bitch, I am here to do my job and that is all. Just tell me the codes to access the computers." "Ah but there's so much to talk about first," smiled the woman. "I haven't asked about how life is at home, how is your wife these days?" Officer Reynolds fought to restrain himself, "We are not here to discuss that Miss..." "Call me Michelle." filled in the woman in a tone that sounded more like an informal job interview than a response to a serious police investigation. "I thought you would have been pleased with my work, she had cheated on you a number of times after all..." "What are the codes?" "And I bet you've been tempted at least once or twice to ask the nurses at the ward to let you spend a few hours of 'quality time' alone with the new her haven't you?" "The codes PLEASE!" spat Reynolds on the verge of losing all control. "I will not ask again." "Oh but you will Derek, you need those codes from me much more than I need to give them to you. Me, I just want to play a game." "You have played your last game bitch," Snapped Reynolds sensing an opportunity, "You're never going to see the light of day again." Michelle just scoffed at the threats aimed at her, "Oh you couldn't be more wrong Derek my dear. I still have one final game to play, the biggest game to date." She paused just enough to watch the expression on his face fall before breaking into a smile and adding: "And you're the star." "You're a monster." snarled Reynolds, "There's no way I will ever be drawn into playing one of your twisted games." "Go back to your techno wizards outside and tell them to try the password: 'Derek Reynolds' Game' and see what comes up." suggested Michelle casually, "Then come back here and tell me you don't want to play." Derek got up and made his way to the tech room where all of Michelle's computer equipment had been set up. "Any progress guys?" asked Reynolds tentatively. "Nothing sir" replied one of the technicians, "Say what you want about the bitch, she knows how to work a computer. Look at this stuff, we've got four monitors, recording equipment, an unbreakable security system, all the hardwa..." "I don't give a fuck about how good her computer system is. Can you hack into it, yes or no?" "We're trying sir, we've been trying since we first plugged in the machine, nothing works." Reynolds hesitated for a second before deciding to take the bait Michelle had given her. "Try the password Derek Reynolds' Game." "Voice code accepted!" To the whole room's astonishment, the computer suddenly came to life the second Reynolds finished speaking. Monitors switched on, processors kicked into life and one by one four video feeds came up on each of the screens. The first screen was pretty innocuous. It was just a picture of a digital clock set at 4'o'clock. The second however was not so harmless, at first glance it looked like a video of a blank wall until Derek realised that he recognised that wall, it was the wall of the interrogation room. Michelle had been recording their entire conversation! "I'm gonna kill that bitch!" screamed Reynolds and he turned to leave when one of the technicians called him back. "Um, sir? I think you're gonna want to see this." Derek turned around to see that the third screen was now live and what Officer Reynolds saw on that screen made his blood go cold. The screen was full of small windows each containing a live film of a girl or group of girls, naked, unconscious and bound to all sorts of machines, contraptions and in some cases, each other. Reynolds had studied the Barbiemaker case from day one in every detail. He knew the names, addresses and faces of every single girl Michelle had taken and he knew straight away that these girls were new. "There must be at least twenty of them." gasped one of the technicians. "Is this live?" asked Officer Reynolds quietly. "I've never heard of her taking this many girls at one time." commented another. "I said is this fucking video live or not?" snapped Reynolds. "I don't... well its hard to say." stumbled the first technician. "It looks live and it would take some pretty incredible software to fake the time dates on each of these monitors. I'm ninety percent sure it's a live feed." "Then we need to find those girls. Can you get a location on where the signal is coming from?" "Maybe, but it will take time." "Time is something we don't have!" Screamed Reynolds, "I want that feed tracked As soon as..." It would have taken something along the lines of a nuclear holocaust to interrupt Reynolds at that moment. Tragically, that was what it felt like when the fourth monitor whirred into life. It was a video of one woman, blindfolded and trapped in a box that couldn't have been more than a few inches bigger than her frame in any direction. She was bound and gagged, unable to speak or move. Reynolds just stared at the screen speechless. "I don't get it." remarked one technician. "Why the entire screen for just the one girl?" agreed another, "It can't be any more terrible than what we have just seen on screen three. What makes her so special?" "She's my sister." revealed Reynolds in a tone akin to what you would expect of someone if they had just discovered a loved one had passed away. "That's why she gets her own screen. Because it's the screen that will make me play her game." Almost as if it was in time with his voice, when Reynolds finished speaking, the clock on the first screen began to count down. It hadn't been set at four o'clock, it was a four hour countdown. "It's gonna be okay." one of the technicians replied, trying to come up with something of comfort. "Once we tell the Commissioner I'm sure everyone will be on the case immedi..." "You are not telling anybody who that is." declared Reynolds, his voice totally devoid of emotion. "The department find out who she is then I am off the case." "But surely that's for the best..." "Listen you little fuckface, I know more about this bitch than the rest of this whole damn station put together, It means I know what she is capable, and I know what happens when she doesn't think you are playing the game right." Reynolds paused for breath, "If they take me off the case now, she and everyone on that screen will end up like the others. Like it or not I have to play her little game. And if any of you even so much as whisper who that other girl is, I'll put a bullet through your brain. Do you all understand me?" The technicians all nodded. They could see he was one hundred percent serious, on top of that, to the man they agreed with everything he had just said. "Good, then lets go play a game." Chapter Three: Time to Play a Game Fifteen minutes later and Reynolds' team were ready to go. A feed of all four monitors was being fed to monitors set up in the interrogation room, the techs were already on the case of tracking the source of the videos and Reynolds had managed to get a begrudging go ahead to take the lead in the case and the interrogation due to emergency circumstances. With still a full three and three quarter hours still on the clock, Reynolds was ready to play whatever sick game the bitch had in mind. When Officer Reynolds re-entered the interrogation room, Michelle was waiting for him. "So I guess you decided to play." She smiled. "I have worked for this force for over fifteen years and in all my time here I have never come across anybody even half as evil as you are." "Come on Derek," responded Michelle in a tone that sounded more like being on a date rather than an interrogation, "We've got the next four hours to spend together, lets not spoil it by fighting. Try to be courteous, if not for me, then \t least for Felicity's sake" "You evil... that's my ... I mean there are innocent women in there. How can you do this to people." "I don't do anything officer." Michelle replied in a mock defensive tone. "I just set up the game, if they don't have the will to win then well, they get what they deserve." "Nobody deserves that." replied Reynolds coldly, "Now please, why don't you just tell us where they are. You can't win this, we have all the proof we need to put you away forever, we know you are recording us as well right now. We know everything. So just tell us where they are." "Oh I will tell you where they are Officer Reynolds, but first, I want to play a game." Reynolds had never expected to get anywhere with Michelle through threats and knew that whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to play her game. "Okay then, how do I play this game of yours?" Michelle smiled, knowing she had got what she wanted. "It's a very simple game Officer, you just have to sit here with me and watch these screens until the timer hits zero." "What happens when the timer hits zero? " "That is when the girl on the fourth screen's game will begin. If at that time we are both still together in this room and you are on your knees licking my pussy, then I can guarantee that she will win her game. If not, I cannot say if she'll win or lose." "And the others?" "Their fate is out of your hands officer. Their games are set to start at set intervals over the next four hours, lets just hope they can win." "So you want me to just sit and watch each of those girls suffer just to try and save one girl?" "I know you want to play the hero officer but the last girl is the only one you can save. As you've said, you know I'm recording you right now and I think you need to know that if you leave this room at any point without my permission then all games are lost. And I think you know more than most what that means, don't you Officer?" "You are the devil." replied Reynolds coldly. "No Officer, I am the saviour." Declared Michelle, "Those who win their games will spend the rest of their lives proud to be a strong independent woman, they will no longer rely on sex and sensuality to get ahead in life. My work empowers women the world over to better themselves." "Your insane." "Call me what you will officer but I believe the first game is about to begin. Its time for you to take a seat and start playing our little game." As if on cue, one of the windows on the third screen maximised to fill the screen and reveal the two poor girls that were first up to play. Officer Reynolds had seen numerous videos of the kinds of games that Michelle made these women play and his own wife was evidence of what happened if (and in 99% of cases, when) you lost. As much as he wanted to charge out the door and find a way to help them, he knew his hands were tied. He no choice but to take a seat and hope they could manage to win. Chapter Four: Push Me, Pull You. Stacy regained consciousness first and immediately began to scream furiously into the dildo that filled her mouth. She could feel something long and thick filling her vagina but there was nothing she could do about it, the contraption encompassing her had fixed her completely to the one spot. In fact the way she knew she had company was because of the soles of another pair of feet pressing lightly against hers. That pair of feet belonged to Rebecca, Stacy's best friend and fellow co-captain of the cheerleading squad. Like Stacy she was soon screaming into her identical dildo and fruitlessly trying to pull free from the thick rubber shaft. Both knew they were hopeless, both knew they weren't alone and both had no idea why they were there. I Want to Play a Game: The Sequel Pt. 02 Chapter Five: The Game Continues Officer Reynolds sat through the whole video in a morbid silence. He had watched many of these games before of course, but only ever on recorded film, never live. The feeling of helplessness he felt just watching the two girls suffer and knowing there was nothing he could do to help made him feel sick right down to the pits of his stomach. He wanted to put a bullet through Michelle's head right there and then but he knew the only way to save his sister was to play the game her way for the time being. Michelle was first to break the silence. "Such a shame," she began, voice filled with a mock disappointment, "I guess they just lacked that will to win. Don't you agree inspector?" "How can you do that to innocent people?" replied Reynolds coldly. "I didn't 'do' anything Inspector, I was here watching with you. If they had truly wanted to walk out of there unchanged, they could have." "You're a monster." Reynolds' voice had become nothing more than an emotionless monotone. "Kidnapping these poor girls to play your sick games. You know they won't win, its almost impossible." "Not everybody loses Officer, those who want it most will not lose." "You're wrong. You make games that people cannot win, nobody wants to end up like that." "I beg to differ Officer," smiled Michelle, "The losing girls embrace their new lives, no longer bound by heavy thoughts and pressures to be upstanding women of the community. A life of sex and giggles comes as a comfort, not a curse." She paused for a moment before adding, "Just ask your wife." Reynolds felt his blood turn to lava at the mention of his wife. Red mist fully descended, he reached for his gun and aimed it straight a Michelle's head. "Don't you dare mention my wife again!" He screamed, face beetroot with rage and finger curled around the trigger. "I should just shoot you right now and end this whole charade." "We both know why you won't shoot me officer," Michelle didn't even seem to flinch as she smiled back at Reynolds, "Kill me and it's game over for everyone else. You wouldn't want that on your conscience now, would you?" Reynolds hand began to shake as he tried to hold his shot at her before he finally yielded defeat and lowered his aim. "That's better officer," Michelle was beginning to sound like a mother addressing a small child, "Now let's just sit down quietly and continue with the game." Reynolds was trying to think of a way to fight, but was out of options. All his bluffs had failed, there was still no word from the tech team about the victims' location and there was only just over three hours left to save his sister. Until he could come up with something else, he had no other option but to play to her rules. Without saying a word he sat back down and as if on cue, screen three maximised once more and a new game began. Chapter six: Sucks to be You Monica and Jessica came to at around the same time. The last thing either of them remembered was having yet another huge fight in the park behind campus and now here they were, prisoners trapped in a narrow corridor. The girls, like those from the previous game, were bound facing away from each other. This time though instead of being on all fours they were positioned on their knees with hands cuffed behind their backs around a pole that ran from floor to roof. Each girls' calves were strapped down in order to make it impossible to do anything but kneel and stare at the blank screens each had in front of them. As the grogginess lifted from them, both girls quickly realised they were in the company of the other and, more scarily, they began to realise their predicament. "Monica?" Jessica was first to speak, "Is that you? Where are we? What is this place?" "Yeah it's me Jess, and I don't know where we are. Last thing I knew we were in the park." "Same here. What the fuck is this place?" "I don't know, but we've got to find a way to get out of here." "How are we supposed to do that? I don't know if you have noticed but I for one am strapped to the spot!" "Don't you dare start getting fucking bitchy with me Jess. I'm just trying to think positively. For all I know it's your fault we are in this mess." "Well that's just typical of you isn't it Mon? Always blame someone else, never yourself." "Oh I see, so it was all my fault that you told everyone I had slept with my Dad." "Well you shouldn't have said made up that lie about me having a foursome with Mike, Brad and Steve should have you?" "You stole my boyfriend! You expected me to just taking that lying down? Do you not know me at all Jess." "You still haven't gotten over that! It was nearly a year ago for fucks sake. Why can't you just accept that..." Jessica cut herself off mid sentence, distracted by the Barbie doll head which appeared on the screen in front of her. Monica will to argue also fast dissipated as she slowly came to realise the significance of the figure on the screen. They were fucked. "Hello Monica, Hello Jessica." began the low mechanical voice. "I want to play a game." Those were the six words that ripped through the heart of any kidnappee who heard them, the six words that confirmed only one thing: they were victims of the Barbiemaker. Aware of their fate, they also knew there was only one way to give themselves the best chance of survival, stay quiet and listen to everything the doll had to say. They had to win the game. "I'm sorry to interrupt your little argument, but some things are more important than the silly squabbles of two petty girls. Please do not mistake this apology as proof I am here with you, but seeing as you can't go two minutes in each others presence without fighting, it is only fair to assume you were both screaming at each other even in the dire straits you find yourself in now." Both girls kept quiet, trying to take all the words in as the voice continued. "It's hard to believe that just twelve short months ago, you two were best friends. That was, right up until that fateful incident when you let a man come between you. A man you turned a decade of sister-like friendship into a year of rumour after vicious rumour. Whether it was accusations of orgies, incest or sex for grades, you each said whatever you could to cast the other in a negative light. You took spite to a level that shocked even me." The girls both shuddered at the judgement that was being passed on them. Regardless of whether they deserved what was coming or not, they knew they were guilty as charged. It was now time for them to discover exactly what a year of spreading bile had gotten them into. The voice continued... "A few moments after this video ends, the conveyor belt you are strapped will activate. At this point a twenty minute timer will also begin to count down. When it hits zero, the conveyor will cease moving and a very special gas will be released into the hallway. Trust me, after a few breaths of this you will become a whole new person." "This can't be happening." said Monica, "Shh!" went Jessica, "We have to listen to this." The doll continued to explain the game: "Uninterrupted, the conveyor belt would transport you to the door in about ninety seconds and once there all your bonds would automatically unlock. However, before you reach the end you will pass by four doorways, two on each side. When you are in line with one of these doorways, the conveyor belt will grind to a halt and the door will slide open to reveal somebody you know." Both girls wanted to scream, but their voices felt frozen by fear. "That person and that person only, has access to the controls that will restart the conveyor belt and they have been conditioned to only restart the conveyor belt when somebody swallows their cum. All four have been injected with a drug so that they will neither recognise you or even remember this event happening. They will just be in a constant state of high arousal and readiness to push the button when needed. Therefore I advise that you do not try to reason with them, you will just be wasting your time. I will be there to give you a short introduction to who is behind each door but other than that, you have all the information you need to win the game. So I suggest you just close your eyes, suck like you've never sucked before and make sure not to spill anything. Let the game begin." When the screen faded back to black, both girls were still too stunned to speak. Both just knelt there trying to comprehend what had just happened and dreaded to think who may be behind each door. Finally Monica spoke, "We can't seriously be about to do this can we?" "Do you have a better idea?" replied Jessica, "You've seen the videos of the girls who lost these games, we both have. Do you want to end up like that?" "Of course not, but... it's sick! Who could come up with something like this?" "I know it's sick," Jessica was trying to speak in an as reassuring tone as she could as she spoke, "I don't think you'd find a more twisted person on this entire planet but still, from what I've read about other girls who had to play these games I think we've got off easy." "How can you say that!" choked Monica. "Look I'm not saying its gonna be a fun day out or anything, but we've both sucked a couple of random dicks in our time. It could have been a whole lot worse than this." "But these won't be rand..." "I know that!" cut off Jessica, doing her best to curtail any negative talk no matter how futile, "But we can make them random. The video said that they won't remember this ever happening so we both just keep our eyes closed the whole time and we'll never know either." "You really think that could work?" "It's the best chance we got, we have go to do what we can." Monica took a deep breath, "Okay, let's do this. Let's win this bastard's game." "That's it, we just need to stay as positive as poss..." Jessica was interrupted by the conveyor belt whirring into life. A digital timer at the end of the hallway flashed red with the number 20:00 and immediately began to count down. The game had begun and both girls closed their eyes. About thirty seconds later the girls ground to a halt by the first door, it was facing Monica. The voice returned, "I know the clock is ticking so I will brief, Today is the day that you both learn the harm lies can do. Monica, you told everyone in college that Jessica had a foursome with three of the most unpopular guys in your class. Not only did it cause embarrassment for your former friend but it also seriously upset all the guys involved to be the butt of such a cruel joke. So now you can go some way to putting that right. Sadly we can't fit all three behind that door so I had to make a choice. As it turns out, even though all three had their feelings hurt, only one was still a virgin so I decided you should give him a very special apology. So lets see who is behind door number one..." There was a slight pause before the voice added, "Oh I forgot one thing, each person chosen has been taught a special phrase for the occasion to help talk you through the game. Good luck." With that the voice was gone. "You said if we closed our eyes we could pretend they were somebody else!" cried out Monica. "How are we supposed to do that when the guy tells us who everyone is?" "You're just going to have to find a way to get over it." insisted Jessica, "You have no other choice but to be strong and take what's coming." Both girls by now had opened their eyes, realising there was no point in keeping them closed and Monica's eyes went wide with shock as the door in front of her slid open to reveal Brad, stark naked and looking down at her smiling. His erect penis bobbed a few centimetres from her face. "Suck it slut!" he said, his face never breaking from its Cheshire-like smile. Monica was taken aback by what she heard. "What did you say to me?!" "Suck it slut!" repeated Brad although it was clear from his eyes that there really was nobody home right now. "How dare you talk to me like that!" screamed Monica. "He isn't talking to you." cried out Jessica, "He's been conditioned to say that. It's just a trick to put us off, you need to ignore it." "That's easy for you to say," replied Monica, "You aren't the one having to do this." "I will be soon if you can get your head straight. You need to just get this over with, please. For both our sakes." Monica knew Jessica was right. Glancing at the clock she could see they were already down to just over eighteen minutes. She had to just suck it up and ... suck it up. Every few seconds Brad repeated his phrase "Suck it slut!" but Monica tried her best to block it out. She tentatively leaned forward and took her classmates cock in her mouth. Luckily for her, it was not too big so she was able to suck all the way down to the shaft and after a few seconds of trying to adjust to her enforced situation, her mouth was pumping up and down as fast as her bonds would allow. If she had to do this, it was going to be over with as quickly as possible. Jessica could hear that her co-captive had started and tried her best to shout words of encouragement to get her through the ordeal. Monica didn't need long though, an oversexed virgin injected with a sex drug was never going to last very long and very soon Monica could feel his hot cum hit the back of her throat. Her first reaction was to gag and spit but she was able to control herself in time to keep sucking and swallow every drop. Her first task over, she emptied her mouth of Brad's cock and made sure he could see his load had been consumed. Brad just continued to smile blankly as he pushed the button beside him which caused the door to slide back shut and the conveyor belt to restart. It didn't travel very far though as ten seconds later it was stationary in front of the next door: this time for Jessica. Once again the voice returned. "Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. Just like Monica you never gave a thought to who else you hurt with the rumours you spread. As long as your former friend got a bit red-faced it didn't matter who was caught in the crossfire and nobody is a better example this than Professor Harris." Jessica let out a short gasp in reaction to that name but the voice went on undeterred. "Both you and Monica were straight A students, both top of the majority of your classes. You however decided it would be fun to suggest that Monica had to indulge in a little extra curricular activity in order to earn her mark." "Not only was this accusation baseless, but it led to the teacher in question: Nigel Harris, a respected Math Professor of twenty-five years to get suspended pending an investigation. Although he was eventually cleared, his reputation was left in tatters and within months, he was forced into early retirement. A fun little joke had ended a man's career and you didn't have the decency to come clean or even offer an apology. Until now that is... Jessica, lets see who's behind door number two." The door slid open to reveal the old professor in all his glory. As with Monica's situation previously, he was smiling down at her with his erection bobbing in front of her face. "You're a grade A whore." he said, face never wavering from its empty smile. Jessica was a strong minded girl, she knew this was coming and she knew what she had to do. She was also expecting the second round of guys to be much harder than the first and given Monica's hesitation the first time round, she knew she had to get this over with as much time on the clock as she could manage. Therefore the naked professor had barely finished saying the word 'whore' when Jessica's mouth wrapped itself around him and began to suck away as quickly as she could. Monica's gags of disgust at the thought of what was going on was a stark contrast to the encouragement and help she had received but Jessica was paying no attention anyway. She had one clear goal and was not going to let any situation or circumstance deter her. It was a determination that paid due dividends as like with Brad before, a sexagenarian widower of ten years was not going to need very long at all to blow their load and that was exactly how it played out. With still more than thirteen minutes left to go, Jessica was already gobbling down her first portion of cum and after showing her empty open mouth to the professor, the button was soon pressed and the conveyor belt sent the girls another ten seconds down the corridor to door number three. The voice returned once more to give its introduction for Monica's second and final door. "Congratulations girls for getting this far. I hope you have a lot of time on the clock. "Monica, this is your final door and we found somebody special for you. It is my belief that for you two to get over this conflict and resolve your differences you need to face the root of the problem. So here he is... Monica, let's see who's behind door number three." Monica didn't want to believe that she was about to see who she thought she was about to see. "Please don't be him," she whispered to herself, "Anyone but him." Monica knew she was kidding herself and her fears were confirmed when the door slid open to Jack, her ex-boyfriend and reason why the best friendship she ever had turned to hatred overnight. Every time Monica saw him since that day, she had to fight back the urge to fly off the handle at him yet again. If there was one guy in the world she swore that she would never ever be intimate with again, it was him. But now here she was, kneeling before him knowing that the route to freedom passed straight through his traitorous cock. She looked up at his blank, smiling face and he looked back down at her and said "Jess does it better." For Monica, that comment was the straw that broke the camel's back. She'd been trying so hard to stay together through all this but now she just wanted to break down and give up. "Fuck you and fuck this!" she screamed, "I can't do this! There is no way I am ever touching that bastard ever again." "Monica, you have to," pleaded Jessica "You can't let them win." "I don't care! I'm not doing this anymore." "Please Monica! You can't give up now. I know what happened was terrible for you but you have to put it behind you. For the next ten minutes at least anyway. You don't want to become like those other girls we saw in the news articles." "But you don't understand what you two put me through." "I do understand Mon, I really do. It was terrible what I did to you and I am sorry. But you have to do this, I promise if you do then you never have to speak to or hear from me again." "But I can't." "You can Mon, I know you better than anybody and you have the strength to do this. Now it's time for you to show how strong you are. You can do this." Jessica's words were starting to get through. Monica looked up at Jack who was still repeating his mantra of 'Jess does it better' and decided that today was not the day, she was going to let him or anybody else win. With a new found determination she looked Jack square in the eye and then took his cock into her mouth. She began slowly at first but soon was able to fall into the rhythm and technique that she remembered he liked. Even though Jack's words were just part of a conditioned trance, she was determined to prove to him that in fact it was Monica who does it better and in Jack's over sexed state it only took two or three minutes for Monica's work to bear fruit. Jack's body began to spasm and grunt and spray wave after wave of hot cum into Monica's waiting mouth who swallowed it all down fast because her life actually did depend on it. She once again displayed her empty mouth and Jack pushed the button with still a whole nine minutes left on the clock. I Want to Play a Game: The Sequel Pt. 02 "Well done Mon," called out Jessica. "I'm so proud of you, you were so strong. Thank you." "No, thank you Jess," corrected Monica, "I couldn't have done that without you. I can't believe we are so close to being able to go home." By now the conveyor belt had come to a halt at its final stop before freedom, door number four. "Jessica, Jessica, Jessica," came the voice, "Looks like it will all come down to you. For your final test I needed to find someone special, to find someone who represents the lie which stung Monica the most and I found him." "Of all the lies and insults over the past year, one stands out above all the others; you're accusation that Monica and her father were a lot closer than a parent and child should be." "Not Mr Fielding," gasped Jessica, half out loud, half to herself. The voice continued, "Now of course nobody really believed there was any truth to the accusation, but rumours are vicious things and poor Monica had to deal for months with the awkward glances and whispers of onlookers whenever she and her Dad were seen together. Now it's your turn to know how that feels. Jessica, let's see who's behind door number four..." Jessica had already closed her eyes, she didn't want to see her best friend's father looking down at her like this. When she heard the man's voice though, her blood turned cold:" "You're Daddy's little girl." "No!" cried out Jessica, upon hearing her father's voice. "You can't do this to me." "What kind of evil bastard are you?" agreed Jessica in full voice. "You're Daddy's little girl." continued Jessica's father. Jessica knew that arguing would be fruitless. "I have no choice." "Yes you do." replied Monica. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to let him win." "Yes I do. I could never let anything happen to you." "Really, I would understand. You'll have to live with this your entire life." "If that's what it will take then that's what I have to do." "Jessica, please think about what you are about to do." "It's okay Monica, I know what needs to be done." With eight minutes on the clock and Jessica's insistence that she doesn't have to do this ringing in her ears, Jessica reluctantly leaned forward and began to suck. She tried to block everything out of her mind, pretend she was doing something else, but all she could focus on was the phrase "You're Daddy's little girl." reverberating through her head the whole time. However she tried to think differently, she knew she was sucking her Father's cock and that he was looking down, smiling and speaking those words. Monica did her best to offer verbal support for her friend. She tried to talk about irrelevant things and loudly enough to try and partially block the sound of Jessica's father's voice. She couldn't imagine what Jessica was going through at that moment. There were now five minutes on the clock and Jessica forced herself to start sucking harder. Not only was she desperate not to lose but she wanted the whole thing to be over as soon as possible. She sucked and sucked and sucked but still there was no reaction from the cock. She began to work her tongue around the shaft, she started to alternate sucks with kisses. Her desperation was turning a mechanical cocksucking into a fully fledged blowjob. Jessica's mouth pumped and pumped as she searched for a way to make her father cum. She began to lick his ball, vary her head speed, anything she could think of. By the time there were three minutes left you could have mistaken the scene for a porn film. Jessica's mouth seemed hungrier for this cock than any guy she had ever sucked in her life. She had never been defeated by a cock in her mouth and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the first time now. She pumped and pumped and licked and sucked until, with forty three seconds to go, finally her Father spasmed and squirted his load of hot cum down Jessica's throat which she swallowed without hesitation. Jessica looked up at her father and presented him with her open empty mouth. He pushed the button and the two girls felt their bonds spring open. They were free. Jessica and Monica jumped to their feet and leapt into each others' arms. It felt so good to be free that they just jumped and screamed ecstatically at each other, delighted to still be themselves. Then, celebration subsided they both ran out of the door and off to freedom. Chapter Seven: The Game Changer As the video feed for the game ended and the clock counter (now at , Reynolds once again struggled to find the words for what he had seen. Michelle just smiled and waited. "We're not doing this anymore." growled the inspector. "But we're having so much fun." smiled back Michelle. "You're a monster and I won't play your game." "Why are you so upset? They won didn't they? And they seem so much happier with life now than compared to before." "I said the game is over. You're taking me to these girls and you are taking me now!" Michelle shook her head. "Now now officer. Those aren't the rules of the game. You want your sister to win don't you?" Derek was beginning to lose his cool. "You even touch my sister and I'll put a bullet through your neck before you can even call out for help." "Please Derek, there's no need to be making idle threats. Look the next game is starting, why don't we just sit here together and watch the games unfold?" The computer monitor maximised a video image of another kidnappee of the Barbiemaker. She was stood naked on top of a platform with some kind of vibrating dildo contraption strapped around her waist. The dildo part of the device was slid deep inside her and there was no way of removing it. The key to the device was on a plinth situated on a second platform. The two platforms were connected only by a twelve inch thin plank. Her task was to unlock herself before the device turned her into a bimbo. Falling off the plank meant instant failure as well as falling into the clutches of twenty naked men waiting below. Reynolds watched as the girl began the fruitless task of trying to waddle across such a narrow walkway, handicapped the way she was. Whatever it took, he was not prepared to watch on any longer as girl after girl put themselves through these ordeals and he was especially not going to let his sister suffer the same fate. He had to act and he had to act now. He spoke into the police camera and said out loud to nobody in particular: "Anybody wanting to keep their jobs should leave the camera room immediately and not return for ten minutes." He then waited thirty seconds or so for the message to filter through and reached for his gun. "I think you should think about your next move very carefully." Warned Michelle. "You're not the one with the gun bitch." snapped Reynolds, "I think it's time to play a new game. It's called, take me to where these girls are or get a bullet in the brain." "Come on now," said Michelle, beginning to choose her words carefully, "Lets just take a minute to think things through shall we." "I am done thinking." replied Reynolds, before whipping Michelle across the face with his pistol. He'd never hit a woman before, but he was gladly making an exception this time. The force of the blow took Michelle of her chair. She got back to her knees and felt the blood running from her lip. "Please inspector, think about your career." Officer Reynolds was in no mood for mercy and he kicked Michelle square in the ribs. "Tell me where they are!" Michelle coughed and wheezed from the impact. "Please... Derek... think about your sister." "I am thinking about my sister." he said grabbing Michelle by the hair and placing the gun in her mouth. "I am thinking you will now tell me where she is." "Derek, Please!" mumbled Michelle through the barrel of the gun. She was actually sounding distressed now. Reynolds said nothing. He just cocked the pistol. "Okay! Okay!" conceded Michelle. "You win. I'll take you there." Finally, with still three hours left on the clock to save Felicity, he had won. Gun still to Michelle's head, Officer Reynolds dragged Michelle out towards his car. A couple of colleagues tried to talk sense into him but soon backed down when they saw his willingness to use his gun on anyone who tried to stop him. Soon he had got Michelle in the passenger seat and was driving as per her directions to where the girls were being held captive. After twenty minutes or so they came to a deserted factory complex on the edge of town. "She's in there." said Michelle, still nursing her injuries. "Where is she?" demanded Reynolds wanting to know further information. There was only two and a half hours left. "It's the second door from the left. Just enter there and take the last door on the right at the end of the corridor." Michelle was starting to sound like a broken woman. Reynolds now had the information he needed. His only care was to rescue his sister from the same fate that fell upon his wife and now he had information as to where she was. For security he handcuffed Michelle's already bound hands to the steering wheel of his car and headed for the factory, following the instructions given. When he entered the second door on the left he was faced with a long hallway running up to two doors at the far end. As he walked towards the doorways he could see to his left the girl from the third video being fucked by numerous guys and enjoying every last second of it. Part of him wanted to try and save her, but his experiences with his own wife told him that she was beyond saving. His best course of action was to focus on rescuing his sister before it was too late. When he reached the two doors at the end of the corridor, he paused for a second to compose himself for the horrors that may lay before him in regards to the game Felicity might have to face. However, after taking a few seconds to compose himself and realising there wasn't much time, he charged in through the left hand door to save his sister. Officer Derek Reynolds was not prepared for what happened next. As he tried to charge into the room he stumbled immediately due to the floor in the next room being about eighteen inches lower than that of the hallway. He tried to steady himself, but before he could adjust, the floorboards seemed to close in around his ankles. Reynolds furiously fought to get his feet out of the floor but to no avail, he was trapped. He looked around him trying to find some way of freeing himself but all he discovered was that the square of flooring where he was trapped seemed to be part of a pathway heading towards the far end of the room. It was then that he felt the needle pierce the back of his neck and he slipped into darkness. Chapter Eight: Endgame When Reynolds came to, his feet were no longer trapped in the floor. However, he still couldn't move. His waist was strapped to a column that stood in the middle of the room, his arms and legs were also bound so that he formed an X shape where he stood. He was also naked. There was a video screen in front of him and while he was still trying to come to terms with his surroundings, the infamous Barbie-doll came on screen. "Hello Officer Reynolds." began the familiar robotic voice. "I want to play a game. For too long you have thought of nothing but to hunt me down and I understand that, you do not understand what we are trying to achieve for this world. However, you do not chase me as a matter of justice or as part of perceived battle between right and wrong. No, you chase me purely out of vengeance. You want to punish me because of your wife, because you personally want to watch me suffer and there is no righteousness in that. None at all inspector. "For this we have prepared a special game just for you. The rules are sim..." The video cut off suddenly as a figure came into view. It was Michelle. "I'm disappointed in you Derek. All you had to do was stay with me in the interview room and you would have got everything you wanted. You would have won the game." Derek tried to speak but no words came out. Michelle saw his attempts and smiled. "Don't worry Officer, your voice will return to you in a few hours. I just need you to keep silent during the last part of your game." It was then that Michelle produced another syringe and walked over to Derek. "You really thought I would give in to you? My crusade is far bigger than just you and me. You cannot even imagine how high up my influence reaches. Friends in high place who can make sure that you successfully break me out of the police station, can uncuff me from your car and even supply me with locations such as this in which to do my work." She plunged the syringe into Derek's arm and his cock immediately grew rock hard. As Michelle continued to speak, Derek could see people appearing from all over the room forming a circle around him. He recognised some of them as senators, company executives, his police commissioner was there also. He and Michelle were being watched by enough power to possibly take over the whole of the United States of America. "Look around you." continued Michelle, "I am a visionary. All these people and thousands of others worldwide realise that the world has to change. We have let society rot and I have found the cure. The only thing standing in my way was vigilantes like you with their vendettas. Well I gave you the chance to put that behind you and deal with me like a professional law enforcer, but you had to make it personal." Michelle walked over to a computer console and pressed a button. There was an explosion of mechanical noise before the ceiling above Reynolds began to open and a figure began to descend towards him. She was naked and blindfolded: it was his sister. Reynolds tried to scream out but his voice wouldn't let him. He tried to break free but his body wouldn't let him. He couldn't even close his eyes. All he could do was watch as his sister was slowly lowered towards his waiting cock. "You have both been injected with a drug that will keep you horny and ready for sex. You don't have to worry too much as the effects wear off after about twenty minutes. The only problem is that if you cum, then the effects become permanent and your brain is melded into that of a happy obedient air headed bimbo. "It's not been tested on a male yet so we are not one hundred percent sure what effect an orgasm will have. But we could think of no better test subject than the great Officer Derek Reynolds." Derek could only stand and listen to Michelle's monologue as his cock felt the first contact with his sister's wet pussy. He hated himself that it felt so good. He tried to keep telling himself that it was all the drugs, but the fact was sex had never felt so good. It didn't help matters that his sister, oblivious to who it was she was riding, was feeling equally as good. "If only you'd stayed at the police station Officer." whispered Michelle into his ear, "If you hadn't of come here, she would never have been riding your cock. She would have just bobbed around a bit for twenty minutes before being released and able to go home. You have doomed the both of you." The final comment cut through Reynolds's heart like a knife. He knew it was true and he was hating himself. He was hating himself even more because his body was loving the sensation of fucking his sister. He could feel his body begin to tense as orgasm neared. He wanted to fight, to break free but the wishes of his cock were overpowering the wishes of his mind to the point that part of him just wanted to grab Felicity by the hips and pound her harder. Felicity also was beginning to quiver and buckle to the pleasure, crying out audible moans of ecstasy. A few minutes later and both siblings were screaming at full voice as Reynolds pumped what felt like wave upon wave of cum into his sister, both of their already tattered resistances disappearing as it went. Once both orgasms had ended, Felicity was released from her bonds. She immediately removed her blindfold and when she saw it was her brother who had given her the best fuck of her life she squealed a giggly squeal of joy and kissed him long and hard. Reynolds still felt a little drained from cumming so much, but he soon perked up when his sister kissed him. She was so hot and he was still super horny, he just wished that he were able to move so he could find a way to make her cum again and again. Kissing was still a good start though. Sadly for Reynolds, his fun was short-lived as Michelle managed to coax his sister off of her brother. "Why don't you go play over there Fifi dear." she suggested, pointing out the circled audience of eager looking men who were waiting for their chance to pounce on the latest Reynolds bimbo. "There's so many men all wanting to fuck a bimbo like you in every slutty hole." Fifi didn't need a second invitation. The sparkles and rainbows in her head were making her dizzy with horniness and she needed cock quick. A ring of men surrounding her was a dream come true. She gave her brother another quick kiss goodbye and ran over to the waiting politicians and public servants that had been waiting patiently to fuck her into oblivion. Reynolds stared after his sister longingly, before turning his attention to the goddess in front of him. He had never noticed before how super hot Michelle was and he wanted to do anything to make her cum over and over. There was nothing yummier than giving a woman an orgasm. "I think your sister is going to be so much happier from now on." Michelle told him, "I have big plans for her and also for your wife now that she doesn't have you forcing her to be locked up in a hospital anymore." Reynolds smiled happily at Michelle. She was so beautiful and sexy it make his cock ache and on top of that she was kind hearted enough to let his wife and sister achieve their dreams. He was desperate to make her happy. Michelle began to release Reynolds from his bonds so that he was standing before her of his own accord, cock still standing to attention. "Four hours ago I told you that this game would end when you are on your knees licking my pussy." Michelle told him as she removed each item of her clothing. She put a hand on each of his shoulders to encourage him to drop to his knees. "Well now is your chance to finally win the game." Michelle grabbed the back of Reynolds' head and pulled his face into her pussy. Reynolds didn't need a second invitation, he knew what he was expected to do and there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do more. Obediently, he softly began to lick. GAME OVER I Want to Play a Game: The Sequel A few moments later and two video monitors whirred into life, one in the line of sight of each girl. Static at first, but then an image appeared on screen that confirmed each of the girls' deepest fears: The talking Barbie doll head. The horror of the Barbiemaker had been a tabloid mainstay for months and by now everybody knew the kidnappers hallmarks: Waking up in a strange place attached to machines, the sinister talking doll head and twisted games that only a fraction of people ever won. The girls knew they were in trouble and they knew they had to win. "Hello Stacy, hello Rebecca." began the voice. "Co-captains of the cheer squad, two of the most popular girls in school, a slew of lackeys on hand to follow your every demand in the hope of sharing just a little of your spotlight. You must think the world is your oyster. Yet what do you do with your positions of relative power and influence? You talk girls into fucking members of the football team in exchange for a place in the squad, you accept only the prettiest and coolest to the squad and leave the talented and capable on the sidelines. You have turned cheerleading from an athletic display of skill to a popularity contest for whores. Your team-mates fuck your way to an A so that you don't have to." Both Stacy and Rebecca had gone silent as the damning judgement was given. Even though every word was true, the words stung as they sank in and the pair were made fully aware of the apparent crime they had committed in the eyes of the doll. Sadly for the girls, judgement was only half the speech as the doll continued to unveil their fate. "At college, you are so powerful, so loved; with armies of followers waiting to throw themselves on the sword for you." continued the doll, "Well you're not at college now girls. There's nobody here but the two of you so you're going to have to fuck your out of this situation on your own. Stacy, Rebecca, I want to play a game." Those six words were enough to evoke terrified screams into their respective dildos from the girls, yet the screaming didn't last long as despite their clear peril, the girls knew they had to try and keep calm and listen closely to the rules. "You are both currently strapped to a conveyor belt. All the locks are solid steel and will not be broken, there will be no moving for the duration of this game bar Stacy's right hand. The reason for this is so she can control the vibrator that connects you. When this game starts, the conveyor belt with activate and certain portions of the vibrator will begin to vibrate." Talk of the vibrator caused another round of short muffled screams from the two cheerleaders. The doll was not finished yet though. "Self control and sacrifice are the key to this game. The dildos blocking your speech are coated in a serum that heightens arousal. Its effects will last no more than fifteen minutes after their removal, however any orgasm within that time will cause one to remain in a state of ditzy bimbohood permanently." "The conveyor belt will take ten minutes to reach the end of the line upon which your bonds will release you and you are free to go. If you can go both ten minutes without an orgasm you win the game. If one of you succumbs, its game over." "Control of the vibrator is in Stacy's hands. The left hand button will programme the vibrating section of the shaft to be deeper into Stacy and offer Rebecca some relief, the right hand button will do the opposite. One word of advice, if you do nothing, you will lose. Let the game begin." Upon those final words, the screen greyed and died to be replaced by a digital timer that immediately began to count down from ten minutes. Along with this, the metal poles that had been holding the dildos in the girls' mouth in place retracted and finally allowed them both the freedom to speak. "Rebecca!" gasped Stacy, "What the hell do we do?!" "I don't know," replied the equally breathless Rebecca. "I mean we have to play the game, we have no choice but I don't know its just... shit I'm freaking out here!" "Please Becky, we need to stay focused here, We cant let ourselves..." Stacy went silent as the conveyor belt came to life and with it both girls felt the first twangs of the vibrator as the central section began to vibrate up to a point around three inches deep inside each girl. Both let out a squeal of shock at the new sensation. "Fuck it's started, it's started, it's started!" shrieked Rebecca. "Becky please calm down. We need to focus at this if we're going to survive this." Rebecca tried the best she could to compose herself, "I know Stace, sorry. But its so hard to do anything but panic with this thing inside me." "I know Becks, I know." agreed Stacy. "Look here's what we'll do, we'll take it in turns to try and resist this thing. I'll go first and then when I need a break you take over. Surely we can each last five minutes." "I think your right, Stace," said Rebecca, half agreeing it was the right plan but also half wishing to make the vibrations go away as soon as possible. The vibrator had only been on a few seconds yet already she could feel her body starting to warm to its presence despite itself. "Good luck." Stacey pushed the left hand button and immediately felt another inch of the vibrator begin to pulsate inside her. After two more presses she had freed Rebecca from all vibrations, taking on a full six inches inside her. Now all there was to be done was to grit her teeth and fight her body. Sadly for her, the extra load inside of her made it abundantly clear what effects the drugs were having. Less than a minute into her turn, Stacey was already finding that the experience was beginning to get more enjoyable. She could hear Rebecca's voice in the background obviously talking to her, but the need to focus on her task in hand meant she wasn't taking any of the words in. A second minute passed and Stacey eyes were starting to gloss over, the thing inside her felt so good that even after such a short amount of time she was happy to just let herself be at the mercy of the machine. Orgasm was coming and wouldn't have even cared if Rebecca's screams hadn't finally broken through. "Stace! Stace!" Screamed Rebecca, "Stace, answer me, what's going on? You're scaring me." "Wh... What?" mumbled Stacey groggily, "Oh fuck the machine, I... shit I need to get this out of me now. Rebecca, you ready?" "As ready as I will ever be," responded her clearly unconfident friend, "I'll do my best." And like lightning the right hand button was pressed until the vibrations wouldn't move along anymore. Stacey could feel her mind begin to clear now that it was free of temptation. Rebecca on the other hand was soon realising why Stacey had got into so much trouble so quickly. The machine seemed to know all the right places to weaken her resolve. It felt as if the vibrator was filling every inch of her pussy. Like Stacey barely a minute passed before Rebecca's body began to warm to the sensations. Glancing at the timer, she could see that there was over five minutes to go and she was already desperate to swap despite the continued heavy breathing of her recovering friend. "I need to change." panted Rebecca, "Please, not yet." came the response, "give me another minute to recover first, I need it." "I don't think I can hold on that long, it's feels like it's on fire down there." "Just another thirty seconds Becks, you can do it." "I can't!" screamed Rebecca, "I need this out of me now!" Stacey had no choice but to yield to Rebecca's demands. It was to dangerous to risk it, so after a couple of deep breaths, she transferred responsibility to herself at the audible relief of Rebecca. This time she was better prepared for her body's betrayal and so was much more aware of Rebecca mixing words of encouragement with pants of exhaustion. The clock felt like it was running down at super slow speed. Both girls were already close to the brink, yet there was still four and a half minutes remaining and it was barely thirty seconds until she felt herself needing to change back. "I'm getting close again already." told Stacey "You can't swap already." shrieked Rebecca, "I need time to calm down." "I can't hold on much longer," Stacey voice was becoming a stammer as she felt the first pangs of an orgasm build inside of her. "I really need to swap again soon." "You can't!" reiterated Rebecca, "There's no way I'll hold on more than a few seconds right now. You've got to hold on." Stacey gritted her teeth and tried to give her friend more time, but she knew she was closing in on the point of know return. Sweat was forming on her forehead, her thighs were beginning to quiver and her voice was little more than a gasping stutter. She had to make the change now, regardless of Rebecca's situation. "I'm sorry Becks..." She said before pushing the dreaded buttons once more before Rebecca even had the chance to protest. With the vibrations gone, relief seemed to wash over Stacey's entire body. She took in deep mouthfuls of air as her heartbeat began to slow and the heat in her crotch started to subside. It was almost as if she were caught up in some sort of meditative trance. She closed her eyes and allowed the relaxation flow. In fact she was so relaxed she didn't hear Rebecca's pleas for help, nor did she hear as the pleas gradually turned to moans. Stacey was oblivious to it all. Rebecca on the other hand was completely aware of what was happening, As hard as she had tried to resist, her body's desire was too much for her and when Stacey ignored her begging for help there was no other choice than to let her body win. She tried to fight the sensations, but as soon as the first waves of euphoria began to rip through her it was a lost cause. The vibrator was relentless in its assault on her senses and her pussy just ate it up like a fat kid in a chocolate factory. Orgasm and after orgasm ripped through her body and soul to the point that by the third climax, Rebecca was in her own blissful world of bubbles and sunshine. By this point, she began to welcome the orgasms, using what little free movement she had to bring herself off as quickly and as often as possible. Thoughts of escape and fear were replaced with thoughts of pretty pink micro skirts and strawberry flavoured lip gloss. There was no way the rest of the cheerleading squad was going to be allowed to fuck the college professors instead of her anymore. It was only when, Stacey by chance caught a contented giggling sound coming from behind her that she realised that something may be wrong. Snapping back into reality, she feared the worse. "Becks, what happened?" "Stace!" squealed Rebecca, "Oh it's wonderful, everything feels so yummy. I never thought it could feel so super great to cum. You have so got to try it." Stacey's heart sank, "Becks? Please tell me this is some sick joke. You're okay, right?" "I'm great Stace." chirped Rebecca, "I feel just super sexy right now. I wish I could get a real cock pumping inside me right now. It would be the best." Stacey was distraught, her friend was becoming nothing more than a mindless slut and there was nothing she could do about it. Her first reaction was to think about transferring the vibrations back to herself but she knew it was too late for Rebecca. There were still ninety seconds on the clock, maybe it was possible the machine will release her before anyone knew the game was over. It was clear to her that she had to think solely about self-preservation at this point. Unfortunately for her, it was then that the screen came back to life and the doll's head appeared. "Game Over." "No!!!" Screamed Stacey, but it was too late. The conveyor belt stopped and the whole vibrator was sent into overdrive. It was not long at all until Stacey's mind was in tune with her friend's. From now on they would always be BBFFs: Best Bimbo Friends Forever. End Of Part One...