Calvin knelt, naked on the Consequences square of the game...
Looking at the sexy girl in the cheerleader outfit, and her muscular companion, both of them in their early twenties, but otherwise looking very much like the kids who awed Cal in high school.
Cal had told Soames (in confidence) that once, a girl had asked him to the movies, one he'd had in his geometry class...but it had been a set up.
Yes, little Chloe had invited Cal behind the Multiplex in the alley, "Want to neck, baby?"
But then her boyfriend and his two buddies had kicked the shit out of Cal's eighteen year old body, and he'd laid there bleeding.
Chloe had laughed at him, "Imagine you thinking I'd go out with you, you wimpy pencil-necked geek!"
Then Cal had gone home and gotten a whipping and then an enema from Mother for leaving the house without permission.
It had been a hideous, but sexy memory...
Now Master Soames, sitting in his easy chair, enjoying the spectacle of The Game, called out "Okay, Cal, you're now supposed to reach into the bowl that Austine is bringing you...
Close your eyes and pick a fortune."
Austine, beautiful and smiling, walked up and bent slightly over with the bowl. Austine, an ash blonde was wearing a snug sheath cocktail dress, her generous bosom not quite spilling out of the glittering top.
"Good luck, Cal." Austine said. "You might get the key fortune...or even the Gold Key"
Cal was feeling somewhat humiliated with all these clothed people around, especially girls like Austine, who had always shaken their heads or turned away when he'd asked them to dance at clubs...
Or they'd give him the numbers of bars when he asked for their digits.
Cal licked his thin lips--he'd had to blow seven different men since the game started. He was well aware that Soames hired weekend participants from the Buttermilk Falls naval base...
Cal and Rina were paying a huge amount of money to play the Game...and out of that, Soames had hired cute clubbing hotties and bulky, brutish men to be serviced...
Cal could only hope for luck when his hand went into the bowl...though of course his luck had been shitty for the past three hours.
Not just in reaching in the bowl--but hoping against hope that he would stop on a "Get to Pee" panel...
Oh peeing in a bottle and drinking it wasn't fun, but it was better than not peeing at all...he'd not peed in three hours, except for when he'd gotten ball kicked and had an accident, and then of course he'd had to lick up the urine.
Cal knew there was almost no chance he'd get the Key fortune, which allowed him to unlock his chastity belt--
But think of the Gold Key fortune! He could ask any of the girls to suck him off...
Cal reached in, pulled out a little folded message, unwrapped it, and his heart sank. "YOU MUST REQUEST A TORMENT FROM THE NEAREST MASTER"
Cal had already pulled a similar card four spaces ago, moving on his hands and knees on the board.
Sure it had been from a Mistress, gorgeous Lady Meghan, but then she'd ordered Cal to stand up with his legs spread and her beautiful knee had gone right up into his nut sack, and he'd fallen over, weeping, and clutching his balls.
Rina, who had designed the game, and was also playing, had drawn a card from Mistress Therese, who had put out her Virginia Slim on Rina's tongue as the fat girl had held her mouth open.
Cal began quivering as he looked up nervously once again at Arden, Austine's sister, in the cheerleader outfit.
And the muscular Dirk, who was probably gay, but pretending to be the football playing boyfriend, the type who used to lock Cal and the other Mathletes in their lockers.
He looked nervously at Austine, whose demeanor had changed. Her glossy lips were now sneering. "Get up, faggot, and go get your punishment from Dirk. Don't be such a chicken-shit."
Austine slapped Cal in the face, laughing harshly.
"You thought I LIKED you, because I was being nice? This idiot probably would have asked me out, get walking,bitch."
Austine reached over and tweaked Cal's nipple clamp.
Cal walked slowly in the high heels.
