NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the supernatural are treated as real. The stories feature names and concepts inspired by the hit TV series Game of Thrones, but the stories contain NO SPOILERS for the show and NO COPYRIGHTED CHARACTERS.
This particular story is an erotic fantasy set in the modern day featuring nudity, non-consensual sex, tentacles, and a few relatively mild choice words. It is not meant to approve of the actions depicted. This story is pure fantasy and does not portray reality in any way. It was written solely to please my own tastes while hoping that others may enjoy it as well. I have previously put three of my friends into Game of Thralls stories - with their permission, of course - and figured it was time to take a dose of my own medicine while explaining the origin of the Game of Thralls Mythos.
WARNING: This is your last chance to avoid being offended. Nudity and tentacles and non-consensual arousal lie ahead. Turn back now or forever hold your peace. Remember, this is only a fantasy! *smiles*
PLEASE READ: This is Part 3 of a four-part story. The previous part was entitled "Val - The Game Begins 2 of 4 - GOTM." It is meant to be read in order.
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Val - The Game Begins 3 of 4 - GOTM
by Val R.R. McJames
"Sometimes playing to win means playing not to lose."
The frat boy/cultists holding the four laptops led the procession down the dark hallways, tentacles extending from the screens to hold aloft our four naked bodies, helpless while being molested by multiple appendages. They wasted no time, yet were in no hurry. They were confident we had no chance of escape and enjoyed watching us squirm.
I was squirming for more reasons than just the teasing tentacles. I had gotten my dearest friends into this mess. All of this was my fault. Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lip and faced away from my friends so they would not see my anguish. But as usual, Amy was the one with the perception to notice my distress.
"Val? Val!" Amy exclaimed, "Don't give in. We are in this together. We will find a way out. Val, look at me, please!"
I turned to face her, but then I saw what was happening to her body and I started to break as tears flowed down my cheeks. I HAD to be the thrill-seeker, playing the scary game and putting all of us in danger. It was MY fault! How could I let this happen to my best friends?
"Oh Val," Amy said as she gazed at me sympathetically. "What's wrong? I mean I KNOW what's wrong but I mean what's wrong with what's wrong? Something is bothering you. AHH ... darn tentacles! Please tell me!"
"A-A-Amy," I sputtered out, my lip quivering. "This is all my fault! I put us in this mess because I had to play that stupid game. I was just thrill-seeking, and I should not have gone off alone. I am SO sorry!" I couldn't go on as I had to look up at the ceiling for a moment.
"No, Val, don't talk like that!" Amy spoke reassuringly. "You are not to blame at all. After you left, we knew something was up when they kept pestering us to talk a walk outside or go upstairs to see the telescope they supposedly had on the balcony, which was probably to spy on the girl's dorm anyway. But the point is that they kept trying to split us up. They probably would have drugged our drinks eventually if we hadn't come up with the plan to send me down to find you. You probably saved us from being passed out and completely helpless from some drugs. Don't blame yourself, please!"
"Val," Lana chimed in, "Remember that we are in this together. Barbarians and jungle girls need to stick together. We're wild and savage and sexy - and we don't take this crap from anybody. We've got your back!"
I started to sniffle and try to fumble for something to say when Kim added her two cents' worth, "Val, you are our inspiration with your way with words. Don't let this get to you! Nobody could have seen THIS coming, even at a Halloween party. This is some craziness we are in, but we are in it together, got it?"
Amy nodded, "Val, that's right. It's all for one and one for all. You made us aware that something was wrong by enabling us to see how they reacted when they couldn't split us up any further. Otherwise they may have surprised us with drugs or whatever. Everything happens for a reason! Never give up; never surrender!"
I sniffled and looked at my friends with sincere gratitude, "Oh Amy, Lana, Kim, thank you so much! I can't tell you how much your words mean to me. I don't think I can get through this without you guys."
Amy smiled as much as she could under the circumstances, "And you don't have to. We are all in this together!"
Just then we reached the Game Room, stopping by some large double doors. The doors were opened, and we proceeded inside. I noticed the short cultist from the steps remaining nearby, seeming very interested in what was to come.
Lance began directing the preparations. They had adjustable beds, something like in a hospital or the kind you can buy for your home, set up all throughout the room. Looking at the different positions they were left in, I could tell they were mounted in an unusual way. The beds could sink down to be flush with the floor or rise above ground and even be left in a vertical position. I shuddered to think of what they did to their victims in so many different positions.
The bed in the center of the room was lowered to be flush with the floor. I saw that cushioned mats much like the ones in the dojo where we trained in martial arts were all over the floor in between the beds. I cocked my head as I pondered why the mats were there, but then I realized that this essentially made the entire floor a more comfortable place to kneel or lay. If they wanted to surround a bed on their knees or if they ran out of beds, the floor could serve in a pinch for their perverted rituals.
I was laid on the bed and the tentacles released my breasts, clit, and sex while more of them were added to my arms and legs, pulling me absolutely spread-eagle. The laptops were set down on the mat above my head. I groaned in disappointment when I saw them pull out AC adaptors and plug them in. There was no chance now of the batteries running out of power.
My friends were positioned on their knees all around me: Amy on my left, Lana to my right, and Kim between my legs. The tentacles kept a firm grip on their legs and pulled their left hands behind their backs while releasing their right hands. The tentacles also kept actively teasing each girl's breasts, nipples, clit, and sex.
Watching my friends' bodies being molested while hearing their cries was turning me on despite the dire circumstances. "No!" I thought, "I have to fight this. If I cum, my friends will be taken all night long. I can't let that happen. I got us into this mess, and if anyone pays the price, it has to be me. I have to hold out."
Lance stood behind the laptops and spoke, "Remember the rules of the game. If Val cums, Amy, Lana, and Kim will be forfeit. If Amy, Lana, and Kim fail to make Val cum, then Val is forfeit. Each side is fighting to save the other: Val by resisting pleasure and the others by giving pleasure before they themselves succumb to the arousal of Lust's many limbs. The time limit is 30 minutes. Val must orgasm by then or she is forfeit. Let the games begin!" He clapped his hands to signal the start of the timer, and the frat boy/cultists gathered around to watch intently.
"Hey!" I protested, "You never said anything about a time limit."
"Val," he looked down on me with smug satisfaction, "Did you really think we would let them tease you all night long with no end to the game? As entertaining as it would be to watch a marathon session of you all squirming to resist orgasm, that is not how the game is played. In fact, I think you are afraid of how easily your hot little friends will make you moan with explosive ecstasy. You are getting to live out one of your forbidden fantasies, after all. Which reminds me," he paused to face a nearby cultist, "You, go summon at least four of our sister-priestesses from their secret initiation ceremony for new sorority members. They should be here to witness this, and their special talents will be much appreciated throughout this long and entertaining night." The frat boy/cultist smiled and nodded, then headed off quickly, apparently eager to see the priestesses in action.
I scowled at Lance and tugged on the tentacles with all the strength my anger could fuel, but it made no difference. The timer had started, and the game was afoot.
"We're sorry, Val!" my friends all apologized almost simultaneously, then Kim spoke up, "But we can't let you sacrifice yourself for us. He promised that we would not be taken away tonight, but you might be if you don't orgasm. Let us pleasure you now, and don't worry about us. We will be okay."
I looked up at them, so beautiful and filled with so much love. They all were being constantly and vigorously molested by the tendrils emanating from the laptop screens. I watched as their voluptuous breasts were groped and could see the sucking motion of the tendril on their nipples. Between their legs, just below their slender waists, a tendril also contracted around their love buttons while another twisted and undulated and pistoned back and forth inside of their pussies. They were fighting the sensations with all their might so that they could stay in the game and pleasure me to save me.