RAW - An Erotic Mini-Series...

RAW - An Erotic Mini-Series...

Because of the popularity of the Saw franchise, I thought it'd be neat to do an erotic experience that involves abduction, repentance, connections, puzzles, choices and of course sexual twists! So it's not really like my other stories because its longer and broken up into parts (kinda like a mini-series), like the Saw series but it all makes sense in the end and as the story unfolds. BUT YOU MUST READ THEM IN ORDER TO GET THE FULL EXPERIENCE! NO SKIPPING! "Cum or die...the choice is yours!" LOL! Enjoy... RUDE AWAKENING Trish's head was spinning. The last thing she remembered was being on her way home from work when suddenly everything just went blurry. Still trying to find her bearings she knew she was in unfamiliar surroundings. As far as she could make out she was in some sort of workshop. There were some tables and figures and also a large television screen of some sort but her vision was still too fuzzy to see anything clearly. She tried to sit up to get a better view but couldn't, her wrists and ankles had been shackled to the table. This wasn't her main concern though as the realization hit her that she was naked, not only that but she felt something pressing against her pussy. The shock of this caused her mind to clarify almost instantaneously and the full scale of her predicament hit her. She was indeed bound naked to a worktable and there was some large device by her feet from which protruded a phallus shaped shaft, which extended to the entrance of her pussy. Despite her limited movement she tried to maneuver herself away from the invasive probe. However it was also strapped to her waist securely, no matter how she altered her position, it maintained its ominous stance at the gate to her opening. Upon surrendering that her struggle was futile, Trish lay back dejectedly. It was then she noticed that she had company. Scanning the room she realized that some of the figures she had previously seen were in fact other girls, three to be precise. They all seemed to be going through the same processes that Trish had: unfamiliar surroundings, inability to move, unexplained nakedness and connection to a weird device of some kind. The only differences were the devices themselves, each were different. Two of the girls had been secured to their contraption in a standing position whereas the third was, like Trish, shackled horizontally to a table, except this girl was bound face down. At the feet of the lying girl was a device similar to Trish's own, the difference being its positioning. The shaft was pressed against the entrance to her asshole as opposed to her pussy. Noticing this made Trish almost feel lucky about her predicament but the moment soon passed and her eyes moved onto the two standing girls. They were not 'fitted' with the same contraption that Trish and the first girl had. Instead they seemed to be wearing smaller less intimidating devices; one was wearing what appeared to be a mechanical bra, a device that struck Trish as more odd than sinister. The fourth girl's situation was similar, no daunting invasive shaft threatening her most private regions but instead just some contraption over her mouth and neck. Sure they looked uncomfortable, but Trish would have happily swapped places with either of these two girls. Finally someone spoke: "Hey," called out the girl with the ass device. "You ok?" "Yeah, I think so," replied Trish, "How did we get here?" "Nobody has a fucking clue," responded the girl with the mechanical bra. "We all just woke up here. My name's Samantha, what's yours?" "Trish." "And I'm Kayla," responded the ass girl. "We don't know the name of her over there because whatever that thing in her mouth is, it's stopping her from talking. You seemed to be in your own little world over there, we thought you were ignoring us." "Oh sorry," stumbled Trish, "I just, well I don't understand what the fuck is going on here." "You and us both," cut in Samantha, "I was just getting ready to go class when all of a sudden I blacked out and winded up here." "Can you see any way out?" asked Kayla. "No I can hardly move, and this machine is really making me nervous." replied Trish. "Try having it attached to your ass, then you can talk about nervous." retorted Kayla, half-joking half-serious. "Can we skip the 'my toy's better than your toy shit' and try to find a way out of here please." said Samantha, unamused. "Sorry," began Trish, "we're just trying t..." The girls' conversation was cut short by sounds of static coming from the television monitor across from them. Nobody knew what was going on but they were all positive that they were about to receive more information. The video screen flickered into life; a strange figure appeared on the screen. It was a puppet. As the flickering died down the head slowly spun around to face the screen, it was a Barbie doll; or at least an altered version of one. The girls looked at this in bemusement not knowing quite what to think. Then it began to speak, the voice had been heavily disguised but the puppet spoke clearly: "Hello girls, I want to play a game."

"But first, why don't I help you all get acquainted with each other? Hello Trish, while other working women broke through traditional glass ceilings to achieve success in the accounting world you decided to take the easy option. Not content to put in the dedication required to earn partnership you used your relationship with a senior partner to catapult your way to the top above more deserving applicants. Women like you make sure that females in the work place will never be given the respect they deserve. You could have been a success off your own back but instead to chose to find success lying on it and so you find yourself here in the position you most enjoy." "You, along with the others, have had an experimental formula injected into your bloodstream, do not worry, the drug will become harmless in about three hours; however, until then any sexual stimulation, like say a mechanical vibrator entering the vagina will cause a permanent behavioral transformation in which sex becomes the primary motivation. Traits such as intelligence, self-respect and common sense will be replaced with vanity, lustfulness and an insatiable need to be satisfied sexually. You will in essence become the whore you assumed to get your 'well-earned' partnership." "Hello Kayla, you have also risen to the top of your field, a high flying lawyer at one of the city's premier firms and unlike Trish, your promotions have all been thoroughly deserved. However that is not why you are here. In your success you have forgotten just how chauvinistic the occupational world still is. You look down on the women who work as secretaries and assistants to make a living because they could not achieve what you have. You do not accept that they are still doing their jobs the best that they can and so you do not appreciate the talent which you have. You have spent your career being an asshole to the women around you who try to earn a living and so now you must overcome the device pressed against your ass." "Hello Samantha, although still just a student, the world could have been your oyster. You had the looks and the brains yet sadly you chose only to utilize the former. Entering Morgan State on a full scholarship you could have dazzled professors with your wit and intellect but instead you chose to wow them with short skirts and low cut tops. You only chose classes with young male lecturers and made sure to position yourself front row center. Indeed you did everything in your power to attain the top grade; that is everything except studying. Knowing that a well timed flash of breast was just as effective to pass a class as a groundbreaking research paper, you have wasted your student years in bars and clubs relying on the lusts of men to get you through. Well now those tits you have used so many times to your advantage could become your downfall." "And last but not least, Hello Paula, as a reporter for a sleazy tabloid your life is spreading evil rumors about those more successful than yourself. 'Never let the truth get in the way of a good story,' isn't that the reporters' motto? And you certainly have never been deterred by trivial things like truth and honesty, have you Paula? You speak poison, and then transfer it into print for all to see. Well today your words will do no harm, the device you are wearing will see to that. And trust me, for the time being, you really do not want to be playing kiss and tell." "So, now that you have all been introduced we shall move onto the game. The rules are simple; at five o'clock, you will lose! The devices you are wearing will activate, the door will lock and unless someone finds you...you will be trapped in this room forever! All you need to do to is remove the device and walk out of the door before the time is up. Each device is fitted with a digital lock, you just need the code, do not try to remove the device by force! The code is the same for all the devices but beware, a wrong entry will automatically trigger the device and that player will lose. To win the game you will all need to work together; you have more in common than you might think. You just may need to move heaven and Earth to discover what that common factor is. You have three hours. Let the games begin!" To Be Continued...

LET THE GAMES BEGIN With that the video ended and the room was momentarily gripped in a stunned quiet. Looking at each other, nobody seemed to know what to say until Samantha broke the silence: "Well this is some BULLSHIT!" "Please just calm down," suggested Trish, "We need to focus on trying to get the hell out of here." "Well I'm sorry but in case you didn't notice, none of us can fucking move! How are we supposed to get out of here?" At that moment, as if on cue, the cuffs holding down the girls' wrists all snapped open allowing for some limited movement. Trish rubbed her newly freed wrists in relief: "Well, at least now we have some chance of getting out of here." "Are you fucking serious!?" reacted Samantha, "You're telling me you are actually going to play this pervert's game?" "It's not like we have a choice." chimed in Kayla. "Oh we have a choice," retaliated Samantha, "You don't honestly believe all that shit about drugs and formulas do you? Fuck this! This is just some sick freak's idea of a game. You see there's a camera there? He's filming us. Well I'm not gonna sit here and let some piece of shit get his sexual kicks from me, I'm getting this thing off of me." "I don't think you should be doing that." urged Trish. "He said not to try to remove the device." "Get the fuck outta here! There is no magic whore drug or whatever you are worrying about. This pervert just doesn't want us ruining his little fetish game. So you girls can just play with your little sex toys all you want but I am out!" Samantha began to pull at the mechanical bra, her fingers searching for a way to remove it but without success. Frustration began to get the better of her and she began to tug with more and more force in an attempt to pry the device from her chest but it would not budge. Suddenly the device began to hum and whir into life...

"I think you just made it mad…" said Kayla, shaking her head. "For the last time just shut the fu..." But Samantha did not finish her sentence, the device had kicked into life. The mechanical fingers began to rub and massage her breasts while small thimble-like metal hubs over her nipples started to emit tiny pulses of energy, which caused Samantha's entire body to shudder. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded as the sensations in her nipples ripped through her body like a thousand mini electrical storms. All her previous panic and defiance was being replaced by a rampant sense of lust and sexual hunger. The Device was rapidly sending her hurtling towards ecstasy and she loved it; her mind just fluttered away in the clouds, leaving her body to embrace the delicious pleasure coursing through her blood. The pulses were becoming more frequent and intense. Samantha began to moan with pleasure as wave after wave of delight washed over her. The fingers too were relentless, rubbing and squeezing her soft supple flesh causing her to emit a girly giggle of approval. The others could only stare as they watched their cellmate give in to the device. Only moments ago she had been the most determined of them all to break out of her bonds. But now she was just a mess of moans and giggles. A slave to the machine, which was turning her into the living sex toy they saw before them. Then Samantha finally hit orgasm and the girls watched dumbstruck as her body buckled and screamed in pleasure. Samantha's eyes just glazed over from the bolts of sexual lightning shooting through her lust-ridden frame. As the final ripples of ecstasy radiated from Samantha's body, the device wound down to a halt. However, when she finally came to her senses she was not the same girl that had caused it to activate. "That was fun. I wanna go again." she chirped looking over to the other girls. "I feel so much better now, I feel sexy." "AWW HELL NAW! Samantha?" began Trish, "What hap..." "Call me Sammy, Sammy sounds so much sexier than Samantha." "Uh...Ok, Sammy, what has happened to you? Are you ok?" "I feel great," Sammy replied in a voice that could only be described as bubbly. "I've never been happier. My head no longer hurts from thinking; it is light and fluffy. I love this game." "Oh shit!" cried Kayla, "The stuff on that tape was real! We have got to get out of here. It's already two-thirty!" "But what can we do?" replied Trish, "The code to these machines could be anything. We've already lost Samantha and Paula can't exactly help us, with that thing in her mouth. Where do we start?" "Pretty," cooed Sammy distantly. "Please Sammy," pleaded Trish, "We need to think of how to get out of here so we really don't need you distracting us." "I'm sorry," replied Sammy apologetically. "It's just... it's so pretty." "What?" snapped Kayla, "What is pretty?" "The angel." "What do you mean the angel?" "There's a pretty angel picture above you." said Sammy pointing. "She's right!" exclaimed Trish. "There is! There's something written there too but I can't make it out from here. Can you read it?" Kayla's predicament made it very difficult to see what was written above her, but with great care not to set off the device waiting ominously at her asshole, she slowly strained her neck upwards in an attempt to see the writing above her. She was in some discomfort but was able to make out what was written. "It says: Miss Pinocchio learns." She told the others. "Miss Pinocchio learns?" repeated Trish, but what does it mean?" "I have no idea," replied Kayla, dejectedly. "There must be more to the message." "Wait a minute!" sparked Trish, "The tape it said something about Heaven and Earth. The angel must be heaven, so we've just got to look for Earth. There has to be some writing on the floor somewhere." "There!" shouted Kayla. "By your head, on the floor, there's another picture. It's a person. That must be where the rest of the message is! I can't see from here though, you're gonna have to try and look." Trish tried to twist her body round to see what was written on the floor but she could not turn far enough; the device kept obstructing her movement and she was too scared to risk aggravating it. Instead, she carefully began to arch her back in order to be able to face the ground. The mechanical vibrator pressed against her exposed pussy but there was room to lever herself into position. After much maneuvering her body had formed a perfect bridge posture and she was able to view the image on the ground. It quickly became apparent that it was intended for her to be positioned this way, as the writing was the correct way up for her to read clearly: "Lying is fun," read out a perplexed Trish. "I don't understand.” "It's as meaningless as the angel message." agreed Kayla, "What the hell does it mean? Miss Pinocchio learns lying is fun. It's..." A computerized voice cut off Kayla's train of thought: "'Miss Pinocchio Learns Lying Is Fun!' video commencing." With that the TV screen turned itself on... "Oh shit!" said the girls in unison as their eyes became fixated on the girl on the television monitor. To Be Continued...

MISS PINOCCHIO LEARNS THE HARD WAY Melissa awoke to find herself naked and strapped to a chair. She had no idea where she was but judging from the room she was in, it was a place she did not want to be. Surveying her surroundings she could see a device situated below a television monitor on the other side of the room; she began to worry. Her left hand had sensors attached to her fingers, which led to a small machine on the table next to her. She tried to see whether she could move only to discover that except for the ability to look around the room she was completely immobile. "Hello?" she called out. "Is anybody there? At that the video screen flickered into life to show a new Barbie puppet with a different attire and hairstyle. The voice began: "Hello Melissa, I'd like to play a game!" "Ever since you were a young girl you dreamed of becoming an actress. You felt you were made for Hollywood and nobody could tell you different. Your parents spent a fortune on acting classes and did all they could to encourage you in your dream. After finishing drama school you moved to Hollywood to seek fame and fortune but soon found that Hollywood is a hard business, isn't it Melissa? Rejection after rejection came and your dream was being shattered. That didn't faze you though, did it Melissa? Because you were a born actress; you weren't going to let a few setbacks ruin what you'd worked all your life to become. Some actresses spend years in Hollywood before they get their big break. Sadly, you couldn't wait years and so you took the easy way out: the casting couch. In exchange for your pride and self-respect you got your first step into Hollywood. How proud your parents were when they found out you had gotten a minor role in the next Hollywood blockbuster. If only they knew that it wasn't your acting skill that got you there. How would they feel then?" "Well, today you get the chance to prove yourself as an actress. The role of an actress is to make a role her own; to make an audience believe they are the character they are playing. The machine connected to your fingers is a lie detector like those used by the police force. Contrary to what some believe, lie detectors are not infallible, they can be deceived. When this message ends, a collection of phrases will appear on this screen, just like a teleprompter. You will have ten seconds to read out what each statement says. Any actress worth their salt should easily be able to fool this machine into believing the lies you will say." "The chair you are attached to is connected to a set of tracks on the floor. These tracks are six meters long and end by the exit door to your right. For every lie the machine believes, a green light will flash and the chair will move one meter towards the door. If you manage to make it the whole six meters, your bonds will unlock and you will be free to walk out the door. However, you will have noticed the device in front of you. It is a sybian; a mechanical fucking machine. That device is also set on tracks. The tip of the sybian is positioned exactly five meters from the entrance of your pussy. Each time you are caught telling a lie, a red light will flash and the tip will extend an extra meter in length, like a mechanical Pinocchio's nose. After five incorrect answers the tip of the device will be touching your pussy. At this point, one more bad lie will cause the door to lock, the machine to activate and you will find that in the future you may well prefer the casting couch more than the movie roles." "Let the games begin..."

With that the video screen went blue and the first phrase appeared. A counter began timing down from ten, Melissa had no choice but to try and take part. She read the first line: "My name is Angela," She stated as calmly as she could manage. The lie detector sprang to life and to Melissa's relief the light flashed green. A motor started below her and the chair slowly moved towards the door. After one meter it ground to a halt and the next statement appeared: "I am nineteen years old." She read this time with a little more confidence. Again the green light shone and the chair edged another meter to the door, filling Melissa's heart with a sense of optimism that she may make it out unscathed. She was almost looking forward to her next line: "I am a doctor at the local hospital." Once more the light was green and Melissa was half way to freedom. Her pulse began to race with anticipation that the ordeal may soon be over. However, she almost choked on her optimism as she tried to read out the next line: "B...b...but in the evenings I moonlight as a s...s...stripper at T...T...Tom's Titty H...House to make some extra c...cash." She stuttered, unable to quite come to terms with what she was having to say. As she feared the light turned red. She felt a small shock in her fingers but it was hardly noticed seeing as Melissa was preoccupied with the contraption extending towards her pussy. Her optimism now squashed, she awaited the next line with dread: "I love to sh..show my titties to the customers. It m...makes me feel s...sexy." She again stammered. Once more the light flashed red and the dread machine again moved closer. She also again felt a slight shock run through her from her fingers. It was more noticeable this time though as it almost felt kind of good. Melissa shook the feeling off as a result of nervousness, desperately trying to compose herself for the next line: "Sometimes I like to f...fuck the more generous customers as a thank you present. It's the least I c..can do." A tear ran down her eyes as Melissa realized freedom was escaping her. As she expected the light turned red and the device trod its unwavering path towards her. This time the shock was even more pronounced and the small jolt of pleasure that shot through her was unmistakable. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she couldn't let herself he taken over by yet another distraction. She had to at least try and focus on her lines: "Sometimes I will even fuck two or three customers at a time. I wouldn't want anyone going home disappointed." Melissa had managed to not stutter but she knew she still lacked conviction. In vain, she looked over to the lie detector, silently pleading that it might turn green. As she had feared and expected though, the red light shone again and the tip of the sybian was just a meter away from her exposed pussy. Another bolt of pleasure had also ripped through Melissa's soul, again stronger than the last. Her heart was pounding strongly although whether it was from fear or desire she could no longer be sure. She was playing a game that she was rapidly losing. The device was now within touching distance (had her feet not been strapped to a chair.) with the head of the mechanical shaft, sizing up her pussy. It gleamed in the artificial light of the room. She took a deep breath and waited for her line: "I love dick, I think I may quit my job at the hospital to work at the Titty House full time. Then I can get all the juicy dick that my slutty pussy begs for." Melissa tried her best but she just couldn't bring herself to sound convincing. She knew what was at stake but still she couldn't find the mindset to allow her to believe the line enough to make it hers. As expected the light went red sending a massive surge of euphoria sweeping through her, causing her to emit an audible sigh despite herself. The device then clicked into gear and made its final extension, nestling, just as the tape had promised, on the mouth of her pussy. As the cold shaft pressed against her pussy lips, Melissa realized that she was wet. The motive of the shocks was clear to her now, it allowed her pussy to be fully lubricated for the impending penetration. Everything now rested on the next line. Melissa tried to summon all her inner strength to focus on projecting a Barbie girl persona to the detector. She had to become a role, to act like she had never acted before. With images of pop princesses and teen movie actresses in her head, she waited for what could be her final line: "I love being a whore. It was what I was born to be. Whether a man is cumming all over my titties or pumping my pussy from behind, I cannot help but squeal and moan. Just the thought of a rock hard dick throbbing between my legs is enough to make me wanna cum. I wish I could find a group of men who could use and abuse me like the little slut I am." Melissa knew it had been better, her voice had been perky and she almost sounded like she had meant it. The moments waiting for that light to change seemed to be taking an eternity. Every ounce of her being was willing the light to turn green. Then, to her horror, the light was red. A voice echoed throughout the room: "GAME OVER!" "No!" Screamed Melissa, as the machine began to rev up. "You can't do this to me! That was good, the line was good! You'll never get away will this, you'll n..." Melissa's protests were cut short by the sybian head burrowing deep into her pussy. As the video faded to black Melissa's screams of protest turned to cries of euphoria and orgasmic moans. Soon the sound had died down. Replaced by an image of another new Barbie puppet: "Congratulations on getting this far." It said in its undecipherable voice. "Lets just hope you have more success than young Melissa did. You still have a long way to go. These videos are just to let you know you are on the right track, think of them as 'bedtime stories' if you will. They contain no clues to your devices' code; you already know what that is. Keep playing. Let the games continue." To Be Continued...

THE WRITING'S ON THE WALL The screen then went dark and the girls were on their own again. "That was fun." chirped Sammy, "She's gonna be soooo much happier now." "That was terrible." reacted Trish ignoring Sammy's comment. "How could anyone do that to another person?" "Someone is obviously just pissed off at the world," replied Kayla, "Or women at least. There's probably some screwed up “reason” behind it all." "But still," continued Trish, "She was barely twenty, somebody took pleasure in destroying her life." "I'm not arguing here," said Kayla, "But the fact is, it is almost three o'clock and if we don't work our way out of here soon, we're gonna end up the same as her and Samantha over here." "It's Sammy!" protested Sammy huffily. "So what do you suggest we do?" asked Trish continuing to ignore her altered cellmate. "Well she said we have something in common; what is it?" "Err... I don't know, I mean where are you from, what is your background? "I was born in Chicago but grew up and work here, well I'm assuming here is still in Baltimore." "Well I'm 100% New Yorker, but we all must at least be living in the Baltimore area to find ourselves here so it must be something else." reasoned Trish. "You’re right," agreed Kayla. "But what? We know from the tape that we all have different professions. Did you ever go to Law school?" "No," responded Trish dejectedly, "Just plain boring accountancy and I'm guessing Sammy here wasn't trying to flirt her way through Law school either. God I wish my boyfriend was here, he was always good at working out problems and clues." "Is this the boyfriend that gave you your promotion?" queried Kayla curtly. "It wasn't like that really." protested Trish, "Me and Chris love each other, I can't think of anyone else I would want to be with. Maybe it's true that I would not be where I am now without his help, but that doesn't mean what we have isn't genuine." "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." Kayla conceded. "It's just so frustrating to be trapped like this and not able to see a way out." "That's ok." replied Trish, "I did not mean to bring Chris up but... well I can't believe I may not get to see him again, at least maybe not as myself anyway. I just wish he was here." "I understand." agreed Kayla.

"You Ain't Never Played A Game LIKE THIS!"

"You know sometimes," continued Trish, "We would just lie in bed at night and tell stories to each other. Just little things we had thought of during the day to make each other laugh or smile. He was always better at it than I was. He used to work much later than I did but every night he would come home with a new bedtime story he had written for me. Then at the end of the evening he would turn... Wait! That's it!" "That's what," replied Kayla, slightly shocked. "Bedtime stories!" exclaimed Trish. "What are you talking about?" responded Kayla, confused. "The speeches Barbie gives us, they have clues in them.” revealed Trish. “When it first spoke to us it mentioned Heaven and Earth and we found the pictures. This time she said bedtime stories, you always turn out the light before you read a bedtime story, or at least just after. She must want us to turn the light off." "But what can we see with the light off we can't see now?" questioned Kayla. "I don't know," replied Trish, "But it must be worth a try. We can just turn the light back on if there is nothing." "Ok, but where is the light switch?" asked Kayla. "It's there." pointed Trish. "Between you and Sammy, "Can you reach it?" "Not without breaking my back in two," replied Kayla. "Sammy will have to do it. Sammy?" "Yeah?" "We need you to do us a favor." said Kayla. "I dunno." she replied. "I wanna try to get this thing off me so I can play with my titties some more. My toy won't work anymore and I can't reach my cunny bunny. I am just soooo horny, I need to play." "I know you want to play," snapped Kayla, "but we need you to help us." "But you're being really mean." whined Sammy, "I don't think I want to help you nasty, mean girls." "Please you have to!" pleaded Trish. "You just have to flick that switch by your hand." "I don't want to." declared Sammy, proudly. "I want to play with my titties." "Please," continued Trish. "If you flick the switch then maybe we can get out of here and help remove the toy for you." "Really?" asked Sammy, wide-eyed. "Yes really," confirmed Trish. "Now could you please flick that switch for us?" "Ok then," conceded Sammy, "But only because you promised to help me play with my titties." With that Sammy reached for the light switch and plunged the room into darkness. Looking around the room, nothing seemed to be apparent until simultaneously Trish and Kayla spotted something; three words written on the wall in fluorescent marker: "Touch-type or Stereotype?" they read in unison. As soon as they read the phrase the familiar computerized voice sounded: 'Touch-type Or Stereotype' video commencing. The video screen again flickered into life and the girls began to watch... To Be Continued...

UNCUM42BLE TYPING Cici woke up at her computer desk groggily. It was not uncommon for her to fall asleep at work (it wasn't like her job was difficult) but still something was wrong here. Her wooziness made it hard for her to process any thoughts clearly; all she could be certain of was that she felt cold. Then it hit her why, she was naked. At least she was almost naked; her panties still remained intact although they did feel odd. Her nakedness instilled more focus into her attempts to work out what was going on. She tried to stand up but couldn't. Her wrists had each been separately chained to her desk and the rest of her, strapped to her chair. Her mind now awakening fast, Cici now discovered the reason for the odd feeling in her panties: there was something in them; in fact there were two. The first appeared to be a small mobile phone that had been tucked into the front of her underwear and fastened round her waist with a pink silken bow. The second though was far more sinister. It was crystal clear now that this was not her office chair, for this one had a cylindrical protrusion spouting from in between her legs. It was then curved in the direction of her pussy before being placed inside her through a hole cut out of her panties. Cici now began to panic, she was definitely not in her office anymore and whatever it was that had been put inside her did not fill her with the idea that she was in a safe place. Frantically, she began to pull at the chains that secured her hands to the desk but even though there was some room for movement it was only enough to cover the computer keyboard and definitely could not do anything about the situation in her underwear. More out of futile desperation than hope she began to shout out: "Is anybody there? What have you done to me?" And right on cue the computer screen switched itself on and a Barbie puppet sitting at a desk appeared and the voice began: "Hello Cici, I want to play a game." "Any successful person will tell you that success requires a lot of dedication, perseverance and hard work. However despite excellent promise and potential you were happy to merely settle for adequacy. Apparently degree level study did not become you, so instead of maximizing your education you charmed your way into a secretarial position. You figured there was no need to find a high-end job when it was only a matter of time until a rich Mr. Right came along and made a kept woman out of you." "But that is not why you are here. You are here for how you look down on your co-workers. You refuse to acknowledge the many skills required of a good secretary. Instead you see them as inferior beings not worthy of anything but your putdowns. You have created a stereotype for your colleagues that are neither fair nor accurate. You view the secretarial occupation as one filled with loose women, content on going nowhere. To you the common secretary is a slut with cell phone who occasionally sends an email. How ironic it is that whilst your fellow workers are well-trained professionals making a good honest living, you are just passing time waiting for a man. You charmed your way into your job and do little to no work now that you have it, preferring to palm responsibility off on whoever is willing to cover your workload." "Well now Cici, you have the chance to show that you do have the qualities to be a good secretary as opposed to the stereotype you created. When this video ends a block of prose will appear onscreen, the total length of which will be 6000 words. A good typist can average up to 120 words per minute but given your situation I have decided to be lenient and set a per minutely requirement of just 100 words per minute. This means you will have one hour to complete the task. The computer is remotely linked to the chair upon which you are seated. Failure to complete the task will cause the chair to activate and vibrate and your game will be over. You will become the stereotype that you invented and will enjoy every moment of it." "Before we begin the game there is one more thing to explain. I am sure you have noticed the mobile phone already; it has been securely placed over your clitoris with the ring tone set to vibrate. Every ten minutes you will receive a phone from your friend Susan wanting to gossip. The phone is voice activated so you are free to take the call, just say the word: 'answer'. However a good secretary would not take a personal call whilst working and as you are trying to prove you are a good worker I would recommend not answering the phone, but it is your decision." "Let the games begin."

"Work Or Play? NO PERSONAL CALLS AT THE DESK!"

Cici didn't know what to do. Was this for real? Did she really have to go through with this? Surely it is someone having some sick, twisted fun at her expense. Whatever the deal was, she figured that it was only typing, so it was best to do what was asked and try to figure out answers for her questions later. Besides, what if it really was all true? Cici positioned her hands over the keyboard in anticipation of what was to come; she was in fact quite an accomplished typist and so felt that this task was within her means. She was also pleased to discover that the way her hands were chained allowed her to type relatively easily with little feeling of restriction. The computer began to load the text, a words per minute counter appeared in a box in the top right corner of the screen alongside a required words per minute figure of 100. A timer counted down from five to one and then the text appeared. Cici began to type the words as the appeared: “From the onset of puberty, humans are capable of sexually reproducing. Sex has become a major part of human culture and is prevalent in a number of fields from art and literature to fashion and television. From a biological perspective, the purpose of intercourse is to merge the genetic properties of the male and female bodies to create a new genetically unique offspring. Humans reproduce...” Cici was quickly able to build up a good rate of speed and was soon hovering around the 115wpm mark. Her goal was looking very achievable as the required rate fell. Ten minutes passed and the required rate was down to 97wpm when Cici's concentrated was hit by a jolt to her crotch. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

The mobile was ringing. Trying to compose herself after the initial distraction Cici strived to regain composure but the phone was relentless in its desire to be answered. Cici was desperate to keep typing but the phone just kept going, seven rings, eight rings, nine rings... By know she wanted nothing more than to just make the vibrating stop. This wasn't because it was turning her on, just because it was impossible to ignore. Her type rate slowing, Cici forced herself to focus on the screen. She couldn't let it get the better of her. The phone seemed relentless; twelve rings, thirteen... fourteen and then, finally after the fifteenth concentration shattering vibration, it finally ended and Cici was able to regain composure and continue with the task in hand. Thankfully her word rate hadn't suffered as much as she had feared and was still at hovering at a required pace of 98wpm as she continued: “Successful fertilization requires the male sperm to be deposited in the female's vagina within a few days before or after ovulation. Sperm transfer is accomplished through copulation. Sexual excitation dilates the arterioles supplying blood to the penis. Blood accumulates in three cylindrical spongy sinuses that run lengthwise through the penis. The resulting pressure causes the penis to enlarge and erect and thus able to penetrate the vagina...” Over the next ten minutes Cici was able to type as rapidly as she had before her interruption and again the required word rate was dropping when, dead on twenty minutes into the task... "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" The mobile was vibrating again. This time the vibration hit her much harder than it had before. As the motorized buzzing pulsated upon her clit, Cici felt more than a little uncomfortable. This time it wasn't due to irritation, no the unforgiving phone was now beginning to turn her on. No amount of fidgeting on Cici part could loosen the hold that the cell had over her and in fact her attempts at evasion only served to cause her to grind against the phallus in her pussy. The phone kept on ringing and Cici could think of nothing but the sensation growing in her panties; she had to make it stop. With barely a moment’s thought about the consequences, Cici gave in to the ringing: "Answer!" To Cici's immense relief the buzzing stopped. She was about to continue typing when the screen went blank. Cici was momentarily flooded with panic when a voice began, but this was not the voice she heard before. This one was very much the voice of a girl. And an exceedingly happy one at that: "Hey there." chirped the girl in an unashamedly Barbie-esque tone. There was a pause. "Oh silly me, this is a recording, you're not really there yet." The girl giggled without a care in the world. "Now where was I? Oh yes, you were very naughty to answer this call, it was breaking the rules and naughty girls who break rules get punished. That is why you can't see your letters anymore, teehee. "Anyway, do not worry about the words, they will come back after the call. It just means that you can spend more time listening to me. Oh, I'm sooo happy you called, now we can be best friends! Anyway where was I? Oh I am so lightheaded these days, I'm sure I never used to be so forgetsy like this. But umm...Oh yes, me…" "Well, my name is Melissa and I am an actress. I never used to be very good but then I played a game just like you are now and now everybody wants to watch me. Oh, I so love acting, it really easy. You just dress up in sexy clothes or a costume and then men will come and fuck you. Sometimes they fuck me all day, even after the film is over. The actors like to make extra scenes for their collection at home. The extra scenes are so much fun, I love them more than the real ones. Maybe when your game is over we can hang out sometime. Maybe we can make a film together? That would be soooo sexy a..." Melissa stopped and giggled slightly. "Oh silly me, I have to let you get back to your game. I feel bad for making you lose so much time. I know because you are my friend now, I can make the words easier. Okay, I'm gonna go now. Good luck with your game and I'll call back in ten minutes to see if everything is fine. Byeee!" When Melissa hung up, Cici felt a bolt of energy burst from the device inside her and sent a wave of pleasure rushing over her body. The bolt caused her pulse to race and she sensed a slight tingle in her pussy. When the sensation subsided she looked up at her computer screen to see that the required word rate had grown back to 100wpm. Regaining what she could of her focus, Cici resumed her frenzied typing. She wasn't even paying attention to what she was writing anymore and so was oblivious to the fact that the block of text had undergone somewhat of a change in tone: “For sex to occur, the male dick must be hard so that it can enter the pussy. Once inside the man will continue to thrust back and forth to increase his own arousal and build up a need to orgasm. Upon reaching orgasm, the male dick will ejaculate sperm inside the female and therefore allow it to reach the egg...” Cici furiously worked at getting her required rate down and again managed to build up a rate of speed. The pleasure in the panties had largely subsided and once more steamrolled her way to the goal. But soon the minute mark arrived and right on schedule Cici's concentration was dealt another gigantic blow... "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" The vibrating had returned. This time it hit Cici with even more fury than the last, sending mini seismic waves of pleasure reverberating through her naked frame. Cici felt her pussy starting to moisten and her thinking was blurred. The ringing seemed never ending: five rings... six...seven, she couldn't last much longer. She had to try though, she could not afford to lose more time than she already had and even in the “danger” she was in now, Cici was still managing to get a few words on screen and that was better than nothing. Cici was determined to survive; ten rings...eleven...twelve. She was so close, just a few more seconds and the pulsing would subside. It was hard to think, so hard to think but still she persevered until finally the fifteenth ring came and relief came. Once her mind had completely returned from the clouds, Cici could see that, to her delight she had managed to gain some ground overall and had successfully brought the required rate back down to 98wpm. She continued to type away, striving to reach the end of her ordeal as soon as was humanly possible: “However, sex for humans is not always performed with pregnancy in mind. Like dolphins, humans are able to get pleasure from sex, which makes it all the more attractive outside of breeding periods. Humans have even managed to devise ways on pleasing themselves sexually excluding the act of vaginal intercourse. These methods include orally, anally, dextrally and mammally...” Cici's mind was elsewhere though. Despite her best efforts, she could not raise her tempo and the word rate stayed the same. No matter how much Cici tried, she couldn't stop thinking about the next impending call. Even now, there was a slight tingle in her pussy from the previous onslaught and Cici was sure she could not survive another without giving in. Nonetheless she continued to edge closer to the finish and a tingle of hope in her heart accompanied the tingle of lust in her loins. However, just as all seemed bright, forty minutes struck: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" The now familiar buzzing returned. Cici's whole body shook as tiny pings of delight invaded her body. She strove to dislodge the phone from its unforgiving position, hoping that the added lubrication in the panties would all her to slide it to a more bearable point. Her efforts proved fruitless though and the mobile raged on and it was all Cici could do to stop herself from riding the device inside her. Mini surges of ecstasy were running a blissful course through her very being and Cici was powerless to resist: five rings...six...seven. She was barely half way and already the desire inside her was overwhelming. She had to stop this now, she had no choice. With a cry racked with lust she dementedly called out: "Answer." The computer screen as expected went blank and Melissa was back. "Hi, I'm just super glad you want to talk again. It's so sexy to think you are willing to be naughty just to hear my voice, I'm getting so turned on right now just thinking about it. You look so sexy in that chair, I just wish I could come in there with you. Oooh, I would just eat you up!" "Oooh! I've got some pictures of me do you wanna see? That's the great thing about being an actress, not only do I star in my own films but I can do magazine and Internet work too. It's like being a model and an actress. They say I'm one of the best young models around cause I am willing to do whatever the director asks of me. But I can't see why other girls would say no. It's soooo much fun. I'm sending my pics now, I hope you like." The computer came back to life; soon the screen was filled with the image of a young blond wearing nothing but an empty headed smile. The pictures were set on some sort of slide show setting so one second she is standing, the next midway through a cheerleader-style leap into the air and the next she is kneeling looking up towards the camera. A few photos a man accompanies Melissa on screen, only his lower half is captured on screen and primarily his dick. The slides then run through a multitude of shots of Melissa posing with this unknown man. First she has his dick in her hand, and then she is back on her knees, with his dick in her mouth as she looks up at a high mounted camera. In the next, her focus is completely on the dick which has disappeared down her throat. A second male stranger then joins the couple. Melissa is then shown concentrating on the first dick whilst a second takes her from behind. Melissa's expression in the next photos range from total fixation on the dick between her lips to smiling and winking for the camera. Sometimes she’d pose with a dick in her hand, sometimes with one thrust in between her breasts and sometimes with one seemingly resting on the tip of her tongue. The images got more and more intense as they flew by at an alarming rate, Cici must have seen about forty photos in the space of a minute. Finally they ended with a cum-soaked Melissa grinning at the camera before the image slowly faded into the former blankness of the computer screen, remaining only in the back of Cici's horrified mind. "So what did you think?" asked the ever-bouncy Melissa, "I hoped you liked them. Those two guys are just soooo hot, don't you think? Maybe after the game I can introduce them to you. Anyway I've been chatting for too long again. You need to go back to playing your little game. Don't tell anybody but I've made the words even easier for you again. Oh, I do hope you win. Good Luck!" With that the phone call ended and Cici was hit with another large bolt of pleasure courtesy of the phallic device. Cici's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head as she lost the initial battle to regain her composure. Finally, as the sensations finally subsided Cici was able to regain focus on her original task. Things were starting to look bad, as her required rate had slipped to 105wpm. Still completely oblivious to what she was typing, Cici led an assault on her keyboard that Eisenhower of which would have been proud. Trying to shut out the tingling of her clit, she typed. Blocking out the throbbing of her pussy, she typed. Ignoring the draft teasing her erect nipples, she typed: “Sex can be preceded by foreplay. Foreplay is used to help get the man hard and the woman wet. Methods of foreplay can include: kissing the neck and ears, massaging and fondling the breasts, maybe sucking on a nipple. The woman may lick and suck the man's dick or balls and if he's been really good she may even lick his asshole. The man could then return the favor by finger-fucking the girl back, or teasing the clitoris with the tongue. These are just the basic techniques...” Cici was horny to the extreme but she summoned up every ounce of strength she could muster to force herself to focus that sexual energy on typing, and it was actually working. As unlikely as it was, Cici was fighting back and she was winning. The required rate began to fall: 104wpm, 103wpm, but then her last stand was crushed; the timer had hit fifty minutes: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" The infernal device was vibrating once more. Cici knew she was screwed. She wanted to fight, more than anything she wanted to fight but she was too far-gone. The relentless buzzing on her clit sent her body into raptures. She tried to arch her back in order to ride the object in her pussy but her inability to obtain a perfect mount only served to infuriate her. In a brief moment of clarity Cici did the only thing she thought might stand a chance of saving her: "Answer!" As Cici expected, once more the phone stopped, the screen went blank and Melissa's happy Barbie voice greeted her yet again. "You are being very naughty today aren't you?" teased Melissa. "But I'll forgive you this time, I like it when a girl can be naughty and misbehave, it means you can be fun. I'm so looking forward to us being friends. I think we will be the best friends in the whole world, don't you? Oh, there's me again asking questions when you can't answer me." "I'm feeling kinda sad knowing this is our last talk with you in that chair. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside to see you all hot and horny but trying to pretend you're not. I bet you are begging to be fucked right now, I wish I could help, but you have to finish the game for now. Fucking can come later. Maybe after you have finished we can go to a bar together and get ourselves hooked up. I know work is fun and all but sometimes it's nice to just go out and have a hot and steamy fling with a random playa. Oh, I'm getting all worked up just thinking about it! Anyway I gotta go again, the game is nearly over. Really hope we can meet up after this is over and as a last special gift to you, the words will now be extra easy so you can finish as quickly as possible. Bye Byeeee!" Then for the final time Melissa was gone and Cici was hit by the most intense bolt of pleasure so far as the device between her legs again made its increasingly ominous presence known. Cici's body rocked and shook as a tsunami of heat enveloped her. It would have been so easy to give in right there and accept her fate but Cici needed to show some sign of resistance to what was happening to her. Trying to compose her thoughts the numbers on screen slowly registered. Words to go: 1088, minutes to go: 8, required words per minute: 136. It was a very tall order for a mentally sharp Cici to achieve, but for a Cici overrun with lust and begging for something to finally send her over the edge, it was impossible. However, she was determined to try. Straightening herself up as best she could, she began to type: “When a girl is horny she needs a man to pound her wet pussy. I love the feel of a hard juicy dick pumping my cunny bunny hard or ramming my tight little ass. It makes me feel sooo sexy to make a man feel good. The feel of hot cum inside of me is the most wonderful feeling in the world! Cum is so good, it feels good and it tastes like the best thing on Earth. Sometimes I don't want a guy to fuck me, I just wanted to suck and suck on his thick, long, hard dick until he can't take it anymore and shoots loads of wonderful, hot cum right down my throat so I can drink it all down...” The words didn't matter to Cici, she just had to try and type whatever was on screen, and she'd stopped reading it long ago. The need in her pussy continued to hammer away at her mind, but she couldn't give in, had to keep typing. Images of Melissa and her unknown partners also invaded her subconscious but again she forced them out and continued typing. She refused to accept the battle was lost. The clock was an unforgiving master though and Cici was simply unable to get the words on paper fast enough. Five minutes remained and there were still 800 words to go, she needed a miracle. A clock began ticking in her head and pessimism began to make its presence felt. Slowly the rate dropped as Cici's resistance finally ended. The clock ran down to zero and still 500 words remained. The phone began to ring: "Answer!" replied Cici without even a second thought. It was the electronic voice of the Barbie puppet: "GAME OVER!" The room was filled with the sound of machinery whirring into life as suddenly Cici's chair began to vibrate incessantly. Bolts of bliss shot from every inch of the device inside her sending her entire body into overload. Cici fought against her bonds frantically as she was overcome with mind numbing euphoria. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, rendering Cici helpless to the powers of lust which had taken her very soul captive. Slowly the video faded to black amidst the continued sounds of Cici's cries for more. Once again, a different Barbie puppet reappeared and began to address the stunned audience. "Cici put up quite a fight didn't she? I really thought she was going to win at one point, but sadly she just wasn't strong enough to survive. Can you succeed where Melissa and Cici could not? You are so close to the end of our game, you just need to dig deep inside yourselves and discover what connects you. Once you have done that the code to the lock is simple: just dial B for Bimbo." "Time is your only enemy, I just hope you didn't waste too much of it watching poor Cici's game." To Be Continued...

DA LEWINSKY CODE "Oh shit!' cried Kayla, "We were watching that for over an hour!" "But what else could we do?" Trish said angrily. "It was impossible to ignore. It was like being in a trance. And if that bitch changes outfits one more time! We trying not to become zombie-whores and this bitch is doing hair and costume changes and shit!" "I wanna watch it again! Can we rewind it?" chirped Sammy, to the disgust of the others. "You're really not helping." snapped Kayla before glancing up at the clock: "Oh fuck, its 4:15! We've only got forty five minutes to get out of these things." "But what can we do? The code could be anything!" responded a desperate Trish. "It has to be something we can find out." stated Kayla, trying to stay calm. "Both those other games, the girls failed but they were possible. This must be the same, it is possible to win this we just have to find the answer." "But where do we begin? And even if we do find something that links us two, how can we be sure that Sammy and Paula are the same." "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." confirmed Kayla. "Paula may be mute but she can still nod her head or give a thumbs up if we want her to, and even Sammy can answer a simple question. Right now though we have to focus on discovering what that question is!" "On the video, the bitch mentioned dialing B for bimbo. Maybe the code is a word or phrase." "But the dial only has numbers on it..." "I know but think about when you send a text on a cell phone, you dial different numbers to represent each letter. The word can be transferred into number form. 1 is used for symbols and stuff, 2 covers A,B or C, 3 is D, E and F and so on. So bimbo would be ... 2...4...6...2...6, that's it!" Trish frantically reaches for the dial. "Wait!" screamed Kayla. "What?" "Even if you are right about the number system and I think you are, the answer isn't going to be bimbo. It has to be something we all have in common and I don't think either one of us is a bimbo just yet, do you?" "Oh Christ! You're right." exclaimed Trish. "I just got so carried away with... Shit, I can't believe I almost did that. Thank you."

"Are You Having Fun Yet?"

"No problem. We need to keep our heads together though. We still have forty minutes, so no touching the lock until we are positive it is going to work. Now if it is a word or phrase we are looking for, it is probably a person or place. We know we grew up in different places and we studied different subjects in school, so what else can it be?" The two women went through everything they could think of: interests, boyfriends, holidays. Nothing could be found to connect their completely different lifestyles. Minutes went by and the situation was growing hopeless, by 4:45 it had become too much for Trish to take, she began to break down. "This can't be happening to me!" she sobbed. "Please don't do this." pleaded Kayla. “I need you to be strong.” "I can't help it. This isn't fair," she pointed at Sammy. "I can't turn into that! I just can't!" "And you won't, if you just keep thinking." urged Kayla. "I just wish Chris was here." "But Chris ain't here, and unless you help me think of something, you may never see Chris again." "I wish I could just tell him how sorry I am." continued Trish, oblivious to Kayla's pleas. "Please Trish... sorry?" asked Kayla, perplexed. "What do you have to be sorry about?" "About a week ago, we had a big fight. He had come home late from work and I asked him why he hadn't called. It was a nothing argument that spiraled out of control and I walked out. I went to a bar and there was this guy. He was just so sweet and I was vulnerable, he said all the right things and I don't know why but after one too many Long Island Iced Teas, we ended up staying in a hotel for the night." "What a minute!" cried Kayla excitedly. "You never mentioned this guy when we talked about boyfriends before!" "He wasn't a boyfriend it was just a one of stupid mistake, I never saw him again." "No, I mean you met this guy recently; he bought you Long Island Iced Teas and took you to a hotel. What was his name?" "Err...um...Eddie, why?" "Fuck, that's it!" exclaimed Kayla. "The other day I finished work late and stopped by the bar. I just wanted to let my hair down for a bit and there was this guy. He was like you said, sweet and charming and I was feeling a bit adventurous, so after a few drinks we went to a hotel for the night." "What are you saying?" asked Trish. "Don't you see, it's the same guy! His name was Eddie, he bought us both rounds of Long Island Iced Teas! Where did you stay? What was the hotel?" "The Sheraton Hotel." "That's where we went! We both slept with this guy. Quick, Sammy!" "Yeah?" responded Sammy, slightly nervous about being invited into the conversation. "Did you ever sleep with a guy named Eddie who bought you Long Island Iced Teas and took you to the Sheraton?" "I dunno, I fucked some of my tutors when I needed a good grade." "What about apart from tutors? Have you slept with anybody outside of school?" "Well not really, but I'm gonna change that when I get outta here!" "Sammy please." urged Kayla, "Was there anyone at all?" Sammy paused slightly. "Well there was this one guy, I was out at a bar with friends and I ran out of money. This guy offered to buy me drinks and he was hot, so I let him. I didn't realize iced teas were so strong! But he was so nice to me and we went back to his hotel room and I thanked him for the evening." "But did you sleep with him?" "Well duh, of course I did! He bought me drinks, remember?" "It's gotta be him." cried Trish. She quickly turned to Paula: "Paula, have you slept with this guy? Please nod if you have." Paula nodded vigorously to the immense relief of Trish and Kayla. "That's it! That's gotta be the code!" cried out Trish excitedly. To Be Continued...

THE ENLIGHTENING ROUND "So how does Eddie transfer into numbers?" asked Kayla. "Umm, let's see," pondered Trish. "It's ABC, DEF, GHI, JKL, MNO, PQRS, TUV and WXYZ. So Eddie is... 8...3...7...7...9. There! 83779." "Are you positive?" urged Kayla, "We can't afford for it to be wrong." "100% positive!" confirmed Trish, "But we could test it on Sammy's device if you want to make sure." "How do you know it will still work?" "She never touched the dial, so I would think the lock is still active. It can't hurt to try, what exactly could happen to her?" "I suppose you are right." agreed Kayla before turning to Sammy. "Now Sammy, we want you to do something for us." She said in her most soothing voice. "Can you help us?" "I can try." responded Sammy nervously. "Will you be nice to me if I do?" "Of course." confirmed Kayla with a smile. "After this we will all be bestest friends!" "I'd like that." replied the timid, little bimbo. "Now Sammy…" picked up Trish. “Can you see there are some numbers on your... err... toy?" "Yes?” "I want you to push the number that I say, can you do that?" "I'll try." "Ok, please push the numbers: 8, 3, 7, 7, 9." Sammy looked at the device, a look of immense concentration came over her. She said the numbers out loud as she slowly typed into the device: 8, 3, 7, 7, 9. Nothing happened. The device remained locked. The girls looked on in horror. "Why didn't it work?" cried Kayla. "Trish, are you sure that number was correct?" "Yes positive." She replied. "Sammy, are you sure you typed in the correct numbers?" "Of course I did." protested Sammy, "I'm not silly you know, I can count." "Then what was the problem?" asked Kayla. "I don't know." replied Trish. "There must be more to the code." "Well what was his last name?" question Kayla. "Maybe we need the full name."

"YOU LOSE! GAME OVER!"

"I don't think I ever found out." responded Trish, slightly embarrassed. "I was upset, he was just there I didn't think about whether his last name was important or not. What about you? Don't you know it?" "Of course not." blurted Kayla. "I was just after a bit of fun. I don't go around asking guys for their life stories." "We need to know what it was." urged Trish, "Sammy, do you know?" "I didn't even know he was called Eddie till you two told me." giggled Sammy. "He was just the iced tea guy." Kayla looked up at the clock, it was 4:55, there was only five minutes to go and they were so close. Finally they turned to Paula: "Paula, do you know Eddie's last name?" Paula nodded. "What was it?" Paula pointed to the contraption over the mouth furiously to emphasize the point that see couldn't speak. "Well, was it Clark?" asked Trish. Paula shook her head. "Lloyd? Watson? Black?" she continued, but still to no avail. "What about Gold, Stevens, Johnson?" offered Kayla but Paula continued to shake her head. There were just three minutes left when Trish had a brainwave. "I'm gonna go through the alphabet, nod you head when I reach the correct letter. Ok?" Paula motioned that she understood and Trish began: "A?" Nothing "B?" Nothing "C?" Nothing "D?" Paula nodded furiously. "D! It begins with D?" shrieked Trish to Paula's confirmation. Two minutes to go and the lists continued: "Davis? Donaldson? Dean?" asked Kayla but without success. "How about Delaney? Delgado? Dennis?" continued Trish but still the answer eluded them. The clock had entered its final minute, but the two girls were so caught up in trying to guess the name they were oblivious to what little time they had. "Dahl? Daley? Dalton?" called out Kayla, but nothing. Paula began to wave her arms around in a futile effort to gesticulate the answer. "Dyer, Dunst, Duncan, Duke, Drago, Doyle, Dolan, Dixon..." the girls guessed on and on but it was too late. Unbeknownst to them the time was up. Paula's gesturing ceased and she began to pull on her device. Then to the shock of Kayla and Trish, she flicked a switch behind the mouth piece and the contraption came free. "Dawson." she said. "His name was Eddie Dawson." The two girls were speechless: "But...What...How did you do that?" spluttered a bemused Kayla. "Oh, I'm sorry." apologized Paula as she walked away from her contraption, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Paula Greene. I'm the one who put you here!" "But why?" protested Trish. "What did we do?" "What haven't you done is a more suitable question, don't you think? I have spent my entire life seeing good, hard working, honest women get looked over for promotions in favor of the miniskirt-wearing sluts that are willing to sleep with the bosses. Or watching women shit on those below them because they weren't lucky enough to become as successful as they were." "Why should one woman's grades suffer because another is seducing a professor? Too many women feel that men are the reason they can't get ahead in life, why they lose out to less talented coworkers, but they are wrong. It's the sluts that sleep their way to the top who undermine them. So I decided to put a stop to it!” "I decided to give these guilty women a test. A test, which if they passed, would make them realize how special they can really be. A test that would end their presumptions that sex is the only way women can progress in life. But if they failed, they would turn into what they really were: sex crazed whores!" "But why us?" screamed Kayla. "Because you were the worst of the worst!" screamed Paula. "I gave a long list of possible test subjects to Mr. Dawson. His job was just to approach you in a bar and put on the charm. The first five to sleep with him got to play my little game." Paula laughed lightly. "You ask me why I chose you Trish, when you are a woman who has betrayed womankind so much that not only did you use a relationship with a partner to further your career, but you sabotaged that relationship just because some brotha you just met gave you a few cheesy lines! Kayla, you talk down to the lower ranked female employees at your firm like you are the archetype of modern womanhood and then throw yourself at the first nigga you meet! Need we even talk about Sammy?!? This bitch will not only sleep her way to an A+ but also just to get a few lousy drinks!" Paula shook her head as she began to walk towards the door: "You think you don't deserve this. That I've got you all wrong, but just consider this: If you had even bothered to find out the guy's fucking name, you'd have been able to walk out of here five minutes ago!" "Look here you loony, psycho BITCH! You get us the fuck outta these things right muthafuckin' NOW!" Trish screamed. "So sad, now I have no choice but to sell you all to the highest bidder as sex slaves, since that's all you'll be good for! You should be glad you'll be helping others with your...talents," Paula smugly replied. With that, Paula shook her head again when she reached the door and threw a switch. She made her way out of the exit, but not before turning around and shouting as she slammed and bolted the door shut: "GAME OVER!" As Paula made her way down the hall, her arrogant, echoing laughter could be heard by the two remaining players. The monitor turned back on and this time another Barbie puppet dressed in a black funeral dress came into view. As she turned around to face the girls, they could see the sinister smile spread across her face as she repeated in a mocking tone:"YOU LOSE!""YOU LOSE!""YOU LOSE!""GAME OVER!""GAME OVER!""GAME OVER!" Paula smiled as the devices whirred into life and the screams, swears and protests of the two girls soon melded into loud declarations of utter bliss and delight. She almost felt bad for those girls. But there was no time to wallow in thoughts of remorse or sympathy. Right now, she had a new game to begin…and new whores...players to recruit! The games were FAR from over! THE END.