Chapter 1: The Game
"So, are you ready?" He asked.
The challenge was simple; For him, to make her say 6 simple words. For her, escape the room, or failing that to simply resist saying them. Starting on Saturday morning at 11:00AM, the game would go on for one hour. The loser would be expected to serve the winner for the remainder of the weekend. They had each set up the room at the start of the game; the door was closed, and locked, but with the key still in the door. Scarves were knotted to the four bed posts, with the loose strands waiting to be utilised. Various other toys were laid out on the desk. Both of them also started the game casually fully dressed; her in a mid length skirt and blouse, over a matching set of lingerie, him casually in shirt and jeans.
She was determined not to allow him to gain the upper hand; not only could she think of how much she would enjoy having him wait on her all weekend, but she knew he would have some cruel games in mind should she lose. *Just push him back, and bolt straight for the door!* she thought. So long as she was quick enough the game would be over straight away and she would have him for 2 whole days!
"Yeah, I am ready. 3...2...1..GO!"
She gave him an almighty shove, trying to trip him as she went. But as he fell backwards he had grabbed her wrist, preventing her from immediately running for the door. She got her hand lose and flew across the room, but by the time she had turned the key he was behind her, pressing her front against the door so that she couldn't pull it open. She tried to kick him and push him away, but he was too close for her to gain a good footing. Clamping his hands on her opposite wrists he hugged himself tight against her, effectively trapping her arms as if in a straight-jacket, and half lifted and half dragged her backwards towards the bed. Holding onto the door handle, she had succeeded in prying it open as she was taken back, but there was no way for her to get away from him to make those final steps, before he unceremoniously tossed her face down onto the mattress.
Using her moment's disorientation, he grabbed a spreader bar from the desk, threw it on the bed beside her, and leapt across her back to pin her to the bed. Her struggles resurged, and she made every effort to use her arms to rise to all fours and buck him off of her. With each try however, he would knock her supporting arm out from under her at the elbow, causing her to crash once again to the mattress. She could hear him laughing above her, and, incensed, continued her struggles. This however was slowly sapping her strength, and after a few minutes when he could feel her energy draining, he waited until both arms were up before grabbing the base of her shirt, lifting it high so that the material covered her head and effectively blocked her arms. While she flailed pitifully trying to remove the shirt to free her arms, he turned around so that he was sat astride the small of her back, and began to fasten the spreader bar to her ankles. She kicked her legs to make it difficult, delighting in making it as frustrating as possible for him, but this was taken out with sharp swats to her ass while he went. She succeeded in removing her shirt, but knew from this position she would never be able to kick him off her, so resigned to waiting until he had finished attaching the spreader bar before trying again; The bar was not especially wide; little more than half a metre, and with the door open now she was confident that 3 swift steps and she would be able to stumble through it, securing her victory.
As he finished buckling the second ankle, she waited until the exact moment that his weight shifted off of her before bucking her hips and trying to push him off. She succeeded in turning herself over, but he was still above her on the bed and after some further attempts to slap and push him away, he again succeeded in grabbing her wrists and pushing them inexorably over her head, so that they were resting face to face. "Having fun?" he asked, smirking down at his captive. She didn't answer, merely scowling at him. She was determined not to give him any satisfaction of thinking she was closer to surrender. He leant down to try and kiss her, but she pursed her lips tightly and threw her head to the side to avoid it. "Aw, don't want to kiss me?" he crooned mockingly into her ear, before quickly nibbling at the ear lobe before she could stop him. "Fine" he said, "I guess you will be face down then"
He pulled her wrists to the respective corners and, being careful not to let her free, tied them to the scarves, flipping her over in the process. While being careful not to show it, inside she was singing; *That idiot* she thought. *I knew he would choose to use the scarves if I put them there!* - when she had tied them to the posts she was careful to leave the knots loose; it wouldn't take more than two solid tugs to get them free! With her legs in the spreader bar not firmly tied down, her plan now was simple; allow him to think he had the upper hand, wait until he had removed his jeans and was just about to fuck her, before swiftly kicking him hard in the balls! She would have to move quickly after that, but she knew she could make it while he recovered. The thought of letting him get so close to fucking her before having it snatched away was so enticing, she had to put her face into the pillow to keep from showing her smile and giving the game away.
Meanwhile, Paul was busy propping her hips up towards him with a pillow so that both her ass and pussy were further exposed. He was savouring the control he had over her, and was eagerly anticipating the thought of having her serving him for the next two days. He took off his shirt, having gotten warm from the exertions and picked up a ballgag from the table. He looked back at the clock to check for time; 11:09. *Not a bad effort* he thought, *plenty of time left* Returning, he lay his weight across her back, so that his pelvis ground against her upraised ass, and drew her head backwards commanding "Open!". L- wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and so kept her mouth firmly shut, exhaling sharply through her nostrils as she felt his hardening cock pressed against her through his jeans. Paul proceeded to reach his free hand underneath her chest, first groping her breasts over the bra, before reaching inside and stroking her nipple to life. "I said," pinching down hard on the firm bud, "OPEN!"
L- grimaced at first, gritting her teeth to the pain, but finally relented and opened her mouth to let in the ballgag. "Good girl" he jeered, and she scowled again. *Oh you just wait!* she thought, and in an act of defiance she pushed hard against the ball with her tongue while he buckled it. This would allow her enough slack to push it out if she chose.
He moved back away and collected another item from the desk. He slowly drew her skirt up to her waist to expose her upturned ass, and she felt the cool surface of the wooden hairbrush laid against her skin. Her hands gripped tightly on to the scarves in anticipation of the pain to come. There was nothing to do but take the hits and focus on not giving in to the pain.
"Ready?" He asked, but knowing she wouldn't reply anyway, he brought the makeshift paddle down hard on her ass before she had a chance to respond. The gag muffled her moans, but were still audible enough to make out the curses she swore at him.
"Don't. Be. Rude!" he said, punctuating each word with another firm strike of the brush. After these initial four, he paused, first stroking the skin with the back of the hairbrush, then lightly bringing his fingers away from the handle and down beneath her thighs. He could already feel the moisture through the panties, and revelled in knowing that deep down this was turning her on. She feigned a struggle, careful not to show how fragile the knots on the scarves were, and mewled into her gag as he repeated the process of striking her four times with the hairbrush, and then pausing to stroke her pussy, each time for longer and with greater pressure against the fabric.
After 20 strokes, her ass was on fire, and her panties were soaked from the constant teasing from his fingers. He continued stroking as he asked her "So, can you take any more, or are you ready to say the words?"
L- was still defiant; summoning her strength she pushed the ball in her mouth as hard as she could with her tongue, and rubbed her face against the mattress so that it popped out and rolled under her jaw. Looking Paul square in the eyes she smiled, "Fuck you!"
She had expected to see anger in his eyes; the frustration of failure that he couldn't break her. But still he returned her defiant smile with a wicked one of his own. "Oh, you finally decided to spit that gag out huh? Wanted something new?"
*Dammit* She thought, *He knew that I had slack in it all along!* The fact that he had been prepared for her resistance undermined her sense of pride.
"That's ok, we can use something else to gag you if you prefer" he calmly replied, and to her surprise she felt him quickly snipping away her panties and removing the material. He walked round to stand in front of her face. In one hand holding her panties, soaked through from her pussy, and a roll of tape. With his other hand, he unzipped his fly, and looking down at her he simply said "Choose."
She hated him for this choice. He knew she would find the thought of being gagged with her own underwear humiliating, and the taste repulsive, but she was still adamant not to serve him, and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of sucking his dick. *If you want that* she thought, *you are going to have to beat me first* and looking him in the eye, she opened her mouth and nodded towards the panties.
She could see for the first time he was a little disappointed; she knew how much he enjoyed when she gave him a blowjob, but he was quick to take it out on her by labouring the point of stuffing her torn panties into her mouth, and grinding the fabric across her tongue with his fingers. Disgusted, she tried to spit them out, but he held his hand clamped firmly over her mouth while removing a section of tape. "Now now, you made your choice. You wanted to taste your slutty, wet pussy instead of my nice, big cock right?" He pressed the tape over mouth, smoothing it across her face and looking into her eyes as she stared daggers back at him. "Maybe later eh?" he said with a wink. *Fat chance!* She mentally spat back. "In the meantime, I guess I will just have to use your other fuckhole." He brought his face to hers, so close that his beard brushed against her cheek, and gently whispered in her ear "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you, and toy with your pussy, until you are desperate to cum. And when you are right on the edge, if you want to cum, you will say the fucking words, slut." As he spoke he could see the effect his words were having on her; she had started instinctively to grind her pussy into the pillow, savouring the anticipation of what was to come. They both knew the paddle was never meant to make her surrender. That was just a warm-up. This was how he wanted her to lose the game; begging him for it.
As he moved away, she quickly regained her senses; she was truly excited by his words, but needed to stay focused and not give in. As soon as his jeans were down and he was ready, she would strike. It would almost be a shame to spoil the moment, but when she was in control she could still have him, and would just as much enjoy riding his cock as being held down and fucked herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his hand against her now exposed slit. He started softly, parting her already slick lips to explore the entrance of her pussy, teasing her clit with his middle finger while his thumb gently probed inside. He brought his other hand down hard on her already sore butt cheek, and with his grip began to press her hips down in a rhythmic circular motion; grinding her pussy against both his hand and the pillow, his thumb being drawn subtly deeper with the upward turn.
This continued for 10 agonisingly long minutes. L- couldn't deny that she desperately wanted him inside her now. She didn't want to give up the chance to escape - she wouldn't! - but the prospect of having him fuck her was becoming so enticing. His hands had shifted now; the thumb had been replaced by first one finger, and then two, probing deeper and more roughly into her pussy. The hand on her ass had withdrawn, and with what sounded like the clinking of a belt buckle she assumed he was touching himself as well. At 11:32, he paused in his ministrations.
"Are you ready now, slut?" he gasped. She didn't need to feign any enthusiasm; her head nodded wildly while her mind screamed at her to focus on still winning the bet. When she felt him move away to pull down his jeans and his boxers, she started the process of loosening the scarves. He stepped out of his jeans, and her body tensed, poised for the moment to attack. He was back on the bed and as he came to settle behind her, she slipped her hands free of the scarves, lifted her body to all fours, and with all her strength she kicked her leg upward..
Clang!
Her leg caught after only a couple of inches; he had clipped the spreader bar to the foot of the bed!
"Going somewhere?" he said sarcastically, before he started laughing at the stunned expression on her face. Her eyes had gone wide, and she was frantically trying to kick again before realising it was helpless. Her entire escape plan had been thwarted! He took advantage of her momentary panic to grab one wrist and apply a leather handcuff. Unlike metal ones, these were separate with D rings so could be locked individually. Being thicker and padded they were designed for longer term use, while ensuring no possibility of removing them. He drew her arm back and clipped the cuff to her ankle, immobilising it. Her right arm flailed helplessly as she sought to fight him off, before that too was bound to the spreader bar. Her face was now drawn back, resting against the pillow that was emanating her scent, and her ass was now fully exposed to him. He picked up the hairbrush, and with his left hand holding the small of her back steady, he returned to striking her ass, harder than before, with upward strokes across the top of her thighs.
