The Game -- by Master Ivan
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 9:16 pm
The Game
by Master Ivan
Diane looked at the online ad with disbelief. It advertised a game that could be purchased and run on one's home computer, a game for adults only, one based on fantasies of Dominance and submission and which came with a host of accessories.
'No, this can't be right', she thought, as she read and re-read the ad. 'Just these accessories alone would cost more to buy than the entire price of the game.' But the more she read, the more she saw the price confirmed over and over again, with no hint of any further commitments or catches.
'Look at this, Tom', she told her husband, when he entered the room shortly after. He gazed at the ad, equally skeptical, but with a nasty sneer in his eye as he asked Diane, 'So, you really want to get into this kinky stuff, eh?'
She smiled back, and replied, 'At this price, why not?'
They keyed in the details of their system hardware, then punched in a credit card number and placed the order.
* * *
They figured it would take about six to eight weeks, or if they were really efficient, maybe a month. So when the doorbell rang only a few days later and a priority postal delivery guy stood there with a carton big enough to choke a horse, much to say they were surprised. They signed for the delivery and were then equally surprised to find the carton weighed well over twenty pounds.
'Jeez', Tom commented, 'Twenty bucks for all this??? There's gotta be a catch somewhere'
They lugged the box into the living room and just stood looking at it for a moment. Eventually, Diane took a small knife and began cutting the box open. 'Let's see what we've got, eh?'
There were several smaller boxes inside the big one. The first, on top, held just some brief documents along with a label that said 'OPEN ME FIRST'. Diane opened it and read through some installation instructions. There were some disks with software, as well as a card that had to be installed into the machine and a small but high quality minicam. A few minutes later, they had the entire package installed and re-booted the machine. Everything appeared the same, except for the Game icon that was now on the desktop.
Diane smiled up at Tom and asked, 'You wanna try it now, hun?'
He smiled back, noting that he had some work to do that afternoon, but that the evening looked like a good time to give it a shot. It was forgotten until after dinner that night.
* * *
With dinner out of the way and a weekend facing them, they sat at the computer and clicked on the Game icon. A substantial time was spent booting up the game, and they also noticed the modem lights flashing quite a bit, as if a mass of data was being transmitted up the line. Finally, the screen cleared, and the machine asked, 'Are you ready to register the players?'
They clicked on 'Yes', then keyed in the two names at the prompts, as well as their ages and the fact that they were a married couple. The machine responded, 'Diane, please fill in the personal questionnaire. Tom, please leave the room until her data has been entered.'
They laughed at that as Diane began looking down the list of questions. As her first keystroke was entered, the machine beeped and the screen was covered by a large display that demanded, 'Tom, leave the room now until Diane's responses have been entered'.
Tom seemed a bit flustered, then he faced Diane. 'How the hell does it know I'm still in the room?'
Diane pointed at the cam sitting on the top of the monitor. 'It might well be watching us.'
Tom grumbled, but left the room. 'Call me when you're finished.’
The questions started out innocuously enough, with things like Diane's height and weight, her measurements and a few other physical characteristics. It then went into a brief medical history, following which it began prying into her sexual experience. Had she had oral sex? Anal? Lesbian experiences? Had she ever been raped? Had experiences in a broad spectrum of bondage games? Not only was the detail enormous, but the depth to which her fantasies were explored left her exhausted when, some forty minutes after she started, the machine told her it was done and Tom could enter his responses.
Diane walked out of the room as Tom seated himself at the computer. Seconds later, she walked back in to ask Tom something, and the screen immediately was covered by the demand, 'Diane must leave the room until Tom's responses have been completed.'
They were both a bit taken by this until, finally, Tom pointed at the cam. 'It IS watching us.'
Diane left the room again, and Tom's questioning took nearly an hour.
* * *
They sat themselves together at the machine, which had just asked, 'Do you wish to play a game now?' They clicked on 'Yes'. They were then given a list of game possibilities, things that could be played for 'Stakes' of an erotic nature, as well as offering them some latitude in what kinds of stakes could be selected. Eventually, they settled on a game of common strip poker. The loser would perform oral sex on the winner on demand, remain naked until the following morning and not be allowed pleasure.
They played. It seemed like a touch and go game, with each side gaining and losing the lead, until finally, Tom won.
The game then announced, 'Tom: Please locate the female chastity belt in the large box. Strap it in place on Diane. It will lock itself.'
Diane was a bit taken back. 'Chastity belt? Is it kidding???' Tom liked the idea. He chuckled, commenting, 'Well, you did lose, Diane. May as well get our money's worth, seeing as how they've thrown all this expensive equipment into the deal.' Minutes later, Tom had the belt locked on Diane. She snuggled up close to him, whispering, 'This thing has got me horny already, you beast. I can't wait until you unlock it for me.'
The game screen made the next announcement. 'Tom, lock Diane's wrists behind her back with the handcuffs provided.' A bit hesitant, he complied, with Diane feeling distinctly uncomfortable at the turn of events. Then the screen displayed the fateful order: 'Diane, you will now suck Tom's cock to orgasm, and swallow his load.'
Tom smiled. 'I am really beginning to like this game.' Diane was certainly not sharing his feelings, in spite of her hardened nipples. 'I don't think so.’ She turned, intent on walking out of the room, when she felt a buzz in her groin from the belt she wore. 'Oh!!'
'What's wrong?', Tom asked.
’Ever feel one of those shocks you get when you walk across a wool rug, then touch something? I just got one of those in my cunt.'
Tom stood looking in disbelief. Diane turned, took another step towards the kitchen, and felt another shock. 'Aaiei!!' She turned back, looking at the screen, and at the camera poised on top. She then slowly returned to Tom and knelt at his feet. 'I think we'd better do as it says.’
She took him into her mouth and began sucking him. Soon, the erotic charge of the situation rose to make all their fears immaterial. He began to pulse in her mouth, and soon he shot his load down her throat. She moaned in deep arousal as she swallowed, her hips circling in the air.
A minute or two later, Tom went to the box to locate the keys to the handcuffs. The machine quickly printed out the words, 'There are no keys. All locked items are released on machine command when the period of incarceration has ended. For Diane, this will be nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Until that time, she is obligated to relieve you with her mouth whenever you feel the need.'
Unbelieving, Tom checked the box thoroughly. There was an incredible assortment of gear, from restraints to clamps to whips and sundry odds and ends neither of them could even identify as yet. But there was not one key.
Tom looked at Diane with some understanding. 'Might be a drag for you dear, but looks like you're stuck with things until the morning. Heh heh, kind of a turn-on to think about though.’
Their bedroom door was opened. They could see the computer from their bed. In the middle of the night, Tom awoke, aroused, and began caressing Diane, still handcuffed and confined in the chastity belt. They both moaned, with Tom becoming erect once again. Diane resisted, wanting to try to sleep in spite of the handcuffs, when the machine beeped from the living room. In large block letters, big enough to be read right from their bed, the machine printed out, ‘Diane, suck Tom's cock.' She then felt that small shock inside the belt, jarring her into fearful obedience.
She sucked him off again, and once more when they arose the following morning.
* * *
At precisely nine o'clock, the restraints unlocked, seemingly on their own. Tom quickly released Diane from both the cuffs and the chastity belt, then offered her some oral gratification to make up for what she lost the preceding night. When they finished, then made love in the conventional fashion, Diane conceded, 'Y'know, as scary as it was, and as frustrating, it was really a turn-on for me to be denied all night and have to do you that way. Heck, when I finally came, it was one of the most powerful orgasms I've had in a long time.'
'I must say I enjoyed it too. Its nice to be able to call on your mouth anytime I want to.' She playfully bit him at that, still smiling back.
They had plans that night, for dinner and a movie with friends, and arrived home so exhausted that neither of them wanted to play. The following evening, after nearly a day and a half period of denial, Diane asked, 'So Tom, shall we try again?'
Tom smiled evilly at her. 'Care to spend another night on your knees, slut?' She smiled back, 'Who says you'll win again? If I win, I might be using your mouth all night, you know.’
They played again. Same stakes. This time, Diane did indeed win, handily. Minutes later, they had located a cock cage to lock up Tom's cock, struggling to get it on over his stubborn erection. She applied the cuffs, locking his wrists behind him for the entire night. She then placed a pillow on the floor and told him to lay down. She then stood astride him, her feet on either side of his head, and slowly began to lower herself down onto his face. He serviced her, licking and sucking, swallowing whatever flowed into his mouth, for at least an hour right there on the living room floor. Later on, in bed, he continued to provide oral service to her, licking everything she told him to lick far into the evening. He moaned in his own arousal, with his cock being punished by the cage whenever his persistent erection would try to return. And the following morning, much like he used Diane the previous day, Diane indeed used him for some extended oral pleasure right up until the locks popped open at nine.
* * *
The game was repeated a number of times over the next week or two. There seemed to be no regular pattern to the wins and losses, as each of them came out on top, sometimes 2 or 3 times in a row. Finally, the game told them, 'It is time for a change in your play. For tonight's game, you don't play against each other, but against the machine.'
They were instructed to get out some equipment. Both the chastity setups they had been using, and a set of leather wrist shackles. Then, they were told, 'Please find the box labelled 'M/C Collars.’ Diane asked, not even directing her question at anyone in particular, ' ‘M/C’, wonder what that stands for.’
The machine promptly answered, 'Monitor and Control'.
For all appearances, they seemed to be just blank strips of something leather, but with a non-slip lining and the feel of something substantial in spite of their thin size. They were about half an inch wide, with no visible buckles or fasteners. The ends had some metal visible.
One was about an inch longer than the other. Tom circled his neck with that one, and Diane used the shorter one. As the collars were put into position and they held the ends together, they joined on their own, the connection vanishing to leave them both seamless. They then seemed to shrink just a bit, to become snug around their necks, a perfect fit.
'Now, remove your clothes, and put on the chastity devices and the wrist restraints.'
Moments later, they were both naked, Tom's cock locked in the cage again, and Diane wearing the chastity belt. Like the collars, the wrist restraints had no visible means to join them, but joined themselves when they were properly positioned, then adjusted for size. There were no rings or links, but there were two strange disk-shaped metal plates at their pulse points. As soon as all the equipment was put on, right on cue, the machine then introduced the game for the evening.
'Tonight, you'll be playing Blackjack, against the machine which will act as the house. You'll each be allowed the sum of $100 with which to bet. You'll play for an hour, or until each of you has either doubled your money or lost it all. If you win, you'll be allowed to remove the chastity and enjoy your partner's services. If you lose, you'll spend the night naked and in chastity.'
Less than an hour later, they both had lost. On command, both placed their wrists behind their backs, and the shackles' disks activated, pulling the restraints together.
Diane looked at Tom, 'Now what do we do??'
Tom's eyes lowered to Diane's breasts, now thrust out wantonly with her wrists pulled back. 'Heh heh, I know what I'd like to do..' He then lowered his lips to her nipples and began sucking them, and Diane moaned in high arousal, thrusting them into his mouth. 'Ooohhhh!!! Tom, we're not gonna be able to get off tonight, don't be so cruel!'
Even with wrists joined behind their backs, they were able to fend for themselves, even to the point of finding a late night snack to eat before going to bed. Diane then indulged in a bit of cruelty of her own, as she briefly went down on the head of Tom's cock sticking out from within the cock cage, licking and sucking it, making it swell hard against the confining rings. He moaned, arching his back as he begged Diane, ‘Please, we’re gonna be this way all night.'
She laughed back, 'So how does it feel, you tease!'
They suffered for several hours, lying naked on the bed, unable to even pull up the blankets to cover themselves, until they finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. They slept soundly until the restraints popped off on their own, promptly at nine the following morning.
Waking, groggy, they pushed the bits of leather off the bed, then made love. It was not until some time after they finished and put away the equipment that they noticed the collars remained fixed on their necks. With the computer still running and the game still active, they went into the living room and asked.
'The collars will remain on. They fit well, will produce little or no discomfort or inconvenience, and enable monitoring and control.'
Diane remained silent, feeling the collar with her fingers. Tom felt imposed upon, grumbling something about 'This is ridiculous. I want this thing off, now!' He stormed into the kitchen and, taking a steak knife from the silverware drawer, began to try to cut thru the material.
Suddenly, he screamed, dropped the knife and collapsed to the floor, moaning. Diane screamed in response and rushed to him, then asked, 'What happened? Are you all right?'
He gasped again, telling her, 'The collar, there was a shock the instant the knife made contact.'
They looked at each other, now fearful. 'We've got to get rid of that game.'
* * *
The following night, Tom sat at the machine, intending to 'uninstall' the program. As soon as he attempted to open the folders and seek out the game files, the game program launched.
'Tonight, you will be playing Rummy. And we will be introducing some additional activities for the winners and losers.'
Tom grumbled, 'The hell I will.’
He attempted to force quit the program, but none of the usual methods worked. Each time he hit a key, he felt the telltale electric buzz from his collar telling him that the game was displeased. Finally, he reached around to the back of the machine and pulled out the power cord. Instantly, he felt a strong shock in his collar. Seconds later, Diane felt a similar one. She screamed, as the shocks began hitting them, alternately, until Diane plugged the machine back in and turned it on again.
The game launched immediately, and the shocks stopped. Again, the message appeared.
'Tonight, you will be playing Rummy. And we will be introducing some additional activities for the winners and losers.'
'Well, it looks like we're gonna play some rummy', Tom said. Diane responded, frowning, ‘Yeah, and you're better than I am at this game.'
There was a physical screen divider, a sheet of cardboard that hung over the middle of the screen, edge out, to enable them to sit side by side and see the screen without either seeing the other's cards. They played the game, taking about forty-five minutes before Tom reached the goal of five hundred points. Diane had scored about three hundred and fifty. She wondered aloud, 'I lost, I wonder what I am in for now.' The Game did not take long before answering that question.
'Diane, lay face down across the hassock. Place your wrists together behind your back.'
She paused momentarily, only long enough to feel that small buzz from her collar to remind her that the Game would tolerate no disobedience. She draped herself across the hassock, then put her wrists together at the small of her back. The magnets in her cuffs activated, forcing her wrists together palm-to palm. She could not separate them, any more than if they had been padlocked there.
'Tom, there is a long box in the larger carton. Open it and take out the riding crop.'
Diane's eyes widened at the words. Tom hesitated, but soon moved to the box and got out the crop.
'Tom, stand behind Diane and to one side. Diane has lost the game by a margin of one hundred fifty points. Her penalty is one stroke of the crop on her ass for each ten points of the margin of loss. You will now give her fifteen strokes. The strokes should be hard enough to mark her. Any strokes not hard enough will be repeated. If Diane moves off the hassock, or prevents you from landing any of the strokes, the penalty will be two additional strokes on her back with a cat-o-nine tails.'
The two exchanged fearful glances. Tom told her, ‘Diane, I’ll try to make the strokes easy.’
He swung for the first. There was barely a bit of redness where the crop landed, and Diane managed to hold her response to an 'Ouch!'
The machine beeped and issued a warning, ’The stroke was not hard enough to mark -- it must be redone.'
Diane moaned, 'Oh God, Tom, you'll have to hit harder.'
'Sorry, love.’
He swung, harder now, hard enough to make Diane scream. The stroke left a welt which they both knew would remain there all night. The machine beeped, and the count appeared on the screen. '1.'
She endured the full fifteen strokes. She screamed at every one. When finished, Tom could easily count the fifteen welts on her suffering ass. She cried, shuddering, as Tom comforted her with a hug. Diane's penalty was not finished, however, as the screen issued new orders.
'Tom, you will now lock on Diane's chastity belt.'
He obeyed the order, as Diane cried again, now knowing that she would be denied all night again, and likely have to serve Tom.
'Tom, you will now fuck Diane's ass, for ten minutes. When that time is up, she will finish you with her mouth.'
'Oh God, no!!'
Diane had never given her ass to anyone. It was tight, and fucking her there would be painful. Tom hesitated, wanting to somehow point this out to the machine, but the machine took the words away from him. 'As this is her first time, you are permitted to use lubricant. But you will force your entire cock into her ass within five minutes, or both of you will be punished.'
He ran to the bathroom and got out some K-Y gel. Quickly, he lubed them both, then began inserting one finger into her ass. She moaned, and he could feel how tight she was. 'Relax hun, I know it hurts, but we have a time limit to get this done.'
Two fingers soon pushed in, then three, as Diane moaned and tried her best to relax herself. Soon, Tom's cock stood poised at her rear entrance. He felt the first tell-tale buzzing within his collar as he tried to push inside. She cried out as well, and he knew she felt the first warning buzz from her collar as well. Suddenly, a quick jolt from the collar hit him, his muscles contracted in response which pushed his cock hard into her ass.
They both screamed, Tom from the shock, and Diane from both the shock and having her ass forced open. Tom stopped moving for a bit, to allow her to adjust, but less than a minute later, he got another buzz from his collar, along with a screen prompt,’Resume fucking her ass. Time spent resting will not count towards the total.'
Diane moaned constantly while her ass was ravaged. Finally, the game told them, 'Tom, you may now move to Diane's mouth where she will clean you and suck you to completion.'
Tom withdrew. He reached for a napkin on the table, intending to clean his soiled cock before bringing it to Diane's mouth, but the game beeped. 'Diane will clean you with her mouth.'
He put down the napkin and moved to Diane's face. She shuddered when she saw the condition of his cock. The lubricant had dissolved for the most part, but the interior of her ass certainly left a great deal of residue. She could smell it and her sweat. She pulled at her restraints once, briefly, then opened her mouth.
Tom's cock entered. Diane moaned, disgusted at what she tasted, but she closed her lips around the soiled shaft and began licking and sucking him, cleaning him. It took some minutes before he tasted clean again. By that time, Tom was moaning and pulsing, close to orgasm. Soon, Tom began to come, filling Diane's mouth with a sizable load. A few drops of come dripped down from her mouth. Tom reached for the napkin again, but the machine instantly told him, 'Let the cum dry on her face. She is in punishment.'
As Tom backed off again, the machine ordered, 'Diane will now use her tongue to clean the sweat from your balls and ass crack.'
Tom felt the arousal returning from this suggestion. Diane moaned, but she quickly rolled over on the hassock, presenting him with her mouth to be used again. Tom straddled her, lowering his balls to her mouth, and she licked him, dutiously, burying her face in his crotch. Her tongue then moved to his ass, without further prompting, and cleaned him there, even thrusting inside his ass briefly. By the time she finished, he was erect again. Looking up at him from her back, she told Tom, 'Go ahead dear, use my mouth.'
She moaned as he entered, but closed her lips around him once more, sucking him firmly. She was at a peak of arousal, her nipples rock hard, her cunt oozing its juices beneath the chastity belt. And now, she seemed to be reveling in her suffering, enjoying its depths, even yearning for it to intensify.
The machine suddenly barked out another order: 'Tom, use a pair of clothespins to clamp Diane's nipples until she swallows your next load.'
He obeyed, his eyes wide as the trembling Diane accepted the clamps. She cried out as each of them were attached, then moaned, her suffering obvious on her face. She then opened her mouth again.
With the sight of Diane's clamped nipples, her body moving as she suffered, it did not take him long to cum again. Diane swallowed and again cleaned him before the machine permitted him to remove the clamps.
The game noted to Tom, 'When you use her mouth, you may feel free to add the clamps to her nipples at your own discretion. And you may also use the cat-o-nine tails to encourage her if her service is less than perfect.'
Tom got out the cat. And he kept the clothespins handy thru the long night. Diane sucked him off twice more before her restraints were released the following morning.
* * *
They talked about their experiences the next day. 'I still can't believe how much that computer is controlling our lives', Tom said. 'A simple cam, a couple of collars, and it seems to have taken over.'
Diane moaned, aroused even to think about it. 'And I'm not sure if I even want it to stop. Last night was incredible -- we did things I never thought we'd do. It's opening doors for us, forcing us to move into new territory.'
'You're right. And what's so scary is that it is so intense it's almost worth the price of not being able to say no.'
* * *
That night, in what was becoming a regular feature whenever they began the game, the machine announced new additions to the rules by which they played.
'From now on, when the loser is placed in chastity and restraints, they will remain so until the next game.'
When Diane lost the game that night, she was again locked in chastity, naked and cuffed, and whipped with new welts on her old fading ones from the prior night. And that morning, she was not released from the chastity belt. Her wrists were allowed to separate so she could work around the house, but the cuffs remained attached to her wrists. When Tom became aroused watching her, the machine barked out suggestions for him to use Diane's mouth or ass again, and he gleefully took the suggestions as Diane's wrists were again attached behind her back each time. And that night, when she lost for a second time, all the restraints remained in place.
The game shifted back to poker the following night, and Diane was greatly relieved when her own restraints were released. She had Tom locked into the cock cage in seconds, and Tom suffered intensely for the next twenty four hours. Worse, he lost the next two games in a row, resulting in his being denied for a total of three consecutive days.
As the periods of forced chastity and restraint lengthened, each of them felt the changes they were going through. As slaves, each of them began losing the resentment to each other, or to the game. They began serving with greater devotion, reveling in their own denial and learning to transfer their sexual needs into more devoted service. And when in control, they began to lose their fears -- and their guilt -- around being cruel. The whips and clamps began finding regular use, as each of them began enjoying them and using them freely, without even a prompt from the machine.
Now, since one of them would always remain locked in their chastity device following a game, they noted that they were no longer permitted to enjoy sex in the usual way, with both of them taking pleasure. It now always featured one of them in chastity serving the other as slave, with their mouth or ass. Their arousal intensified as a result, and it did not escape them that they were having sex even more often than before, stimulated by the new rules.
* * *
The next development was in expanding their periods of enslavement. When a game was won, they would be enslaved to each other for two days, with the game played on the second day to decide only a level of punishment for the slave. The loser invariably remained in chastity, sucking off the winner on demand, occasionally even being ass-fucked by the winner, in Tom’s case, with a sizable strap-on dildo worn by Diane, which he would then be forced to clean by mouth when finished.
Restraint was also in the mix, as each of them would often spend time shackled to places around the house, naked and available, sometimes with nipple clamps, a blindfold or a gag added. It became customary for the loser to do all the housework while enslaved, with the winner enjoying personal maid service as well.
Soon, the period grew to three days, then four, finally working its way up to an entire week. And regardless of who was enslaved, the level of use remained high, as each of them in turn was forced to keep the winner satisfied.
* * *
Several weeks later, the machine offered them yet another surprise.
'You both have progressed well. Starting tonight, if both of you win, you may be rewarded with the service of a slave who will visit you and serve you both. And if you both lose, you will be required to serve others at their homes.'
They played Blackjack side by side that night. Diane lost and was kept denied for the entire week, serving Tom thruout. The following week, they both won. Their restraints were immediately released, then the machine announced, 'Since you have both won tonight's game, you will be rewarded with the services of a slavegirl for 24 hours. Her name is Penny. She should arrive at your home within the next hour. She is at your complete disposal until tomorrow night's game begins.'
Tom was a bit taken back. 'A slavegirl?? From where? She's coming here?'
'The girl is another player of this game, from your local area, within easy travel distance. Your security is assured, since she is being monitored with the same collar you both wear. Should you be required to travel to serve others, individually or together, the same security will be in place to guarantee your safety.'
Tom finally spoke to Diane while they were both outside the house, out of range of the cameras.
'We've GOT to end this and get rid of that game.'
'Yes, Tom, but how? That thing sees everything we do!'
'When we get home, I'm just going to smash the machine and destroy it.'
Diane shuddered visibly. 'That could be very dangerous. Who knows what it might do in response.'
'It won't be able to do anything if it's turned into a pile of scrap.'
When they arrived home, Diane went straight into the house while Tom detoured to the garage where he picked up a small but heavy sledge hammer. He strode into the living room, determined, straight to the computer, where he wound up and swung the hammer right into the center of the machine, smashing thru its plastic shell and going right thru the motherboard.
Before the hammer even hit, he felt the shock from his own collar, and he heard Diane scream. They both fell to the floor as the agony of some protracted shocks issued from their collars. Soon, Tom's shocks stopped, while Diane's continued every several seconds. The telephone rang.
Tom picked it up, as Diane continued to writhe on the floor. Without even waiting for Tom to speak, the all-too familiar electronic voice of the machine spoke to him thru the phone:
'Tom: Your rebellion has been noted and you will both be punished for it. In less than an hour, a new computer will be delivered to your house, the costs charged to your bank account. You will install it immediately and turn it on. All the necessary hardware will be preinstalled.
'In addition, while you set up the computer, your wife will suck off the delivery man and swallow his load. You will say or do nothing to interfere. The man has already been briefed as to what to expect. Anything short of total obedience will be punished severely and immediately. Remove your wife's clothes; she will be naked and kneeling when the man arrives.'
The connection broke off. He felt the moderate prodding warning shock which let him know he had to obey.
He walked to where his wife remained laying on the floor and told her, 'Sorry, but the machine's orders. You've got to be naked.'
A tear dropped from her eyes. 'W-what did it say?'
'A new machine is coming to replace the one we trashed. When the delivery arrives, you've got to be naked, and you have to suck off the delivery guy.'
'Oh, God!'
He was able to remove some of her clothes while she was shackled, but the shackles did not release from her wrists or ankles. The remainder of her clothes had to be cut off of her with scissors. She then knelt, naked and still shackled, on the living room floor facing the computer table as Tom removed the remains of the old machine and brought it out to the trash.
She was still naked and kneeling when the man arrived with the new machine. He smiled as the door opened revealing her there, and no words were exchanged. He simply put the carton on the floor next to the table and walked to where Diane knelt, standing in front of her. As Tom began unpacking the computer, the man unzipped, withdrew his sizable cock and offered it to Diane who obediently took it into her mouth and began sucking him.
Tom had everything hooked up in a few minutes. He hesitated then, but when he felt a mild warning in his collar, he turned on the machine. The Game software came up immediately, and spoke:
'Tom--remove your clothes, put on your cock cage and kneel--watch your wife suck off the man.'
He obeyed, fearfully, as his wife continued to serve, and when he finally knelt, his shackles quickly attached his wrists behind his back. When the man came, in her mouth and on her face, the man smiled, said, 'Thank you!', and walked out the door.
'Tom--you will now lick the cum off of your wife's face.'
He turned to the screen, shocked at the order, but a strong shock delivered to his balls thru the chastity stifled any hesitation he may have had. He obeyed, grimacing as he tasted the cum in his own mouth. When that was finished, his wrists were briefly freed so he could lock his wife in her chastity. Next, they were gagged, with penis gags. Finally, nipple clamps were applied to them both. His shackles then reattached. They then turned to the machine and watched the screen as it spoke to them.
'Some people cooperate with the training program. When they do, they are rewarded. Some end up with live-in slaves, who work an outside job and help with house finances, then serve with complete devotion. Others, who may be less devoted, end up as slaves themselves, serving in households chosen by the Game.
'But your level of rebellion, your lack of cooperation, has earned you something far less pleasant. You will both be enslaved, but not in other households. Tom, you will be flying out of the US to an East African country where slavery is still legal. You will spend your days in forced labor, and your nights will be spent in a brothel where both men and women will use you with no limits. Your body will be altered to give you a more female appearance, complete with breasts, electrolysis and hormone treatments, but your cock will remain in permanent chastity.
'Diane, your destination will be North Africa, where you will also work in a brothel. You too will remain in permanent chastity, by having your pussy lips sealed surgically. Your mouth and ass will earn a great deal of money for the brothel owners, serving men, women and even the occasional dog or horse in performances for a paying audience. When you earn punishment, you may be flogged in the town square, then left for a day or two at a time where the public may use your mouth without restrictions, free of charge.
'The transfer of your property and bank accounts is already taking place. Your house, cars and all other assets will be sold, and all the proceeds will come to the Game's own accounts.
'Rest assured, the Game has the ability to monitor you both wherever you go. Perhaps, if you serve well, you may someday be allowed to return to the US to serve in a more civilized slavery. But for the time being, you will serve out your punishment. There will be no reprieve.'
They remained kneeling, stunned at the implications for their future. It did not escape them that they would part company permanently as they were each transported to their own enslavement. Gagged, they would not even be able to say their final goodbyes. They watched the screen as it displayed live video of some of the locations where they would be serving, other slaves being used and punished, sometimes in crowded public areas.
Thirty minutes later, a pair of cars arrived to transport them to full enslavement.
Copyright © 2010
Master Ivan Press
by Master Ivan
Diane looked at the online ad with disbelief. It advertised a game that could be purchased and run on one's home computer, a game for adults only, one based on fantasies of Dominance and submission and which came with a host of accessories.
'No, this can't be right', she thought, as she read and re-read the ad. 'Just these accessories alone would cost more to buy than the entire price of the game.' But the more she read, the more she saw the price confirmed over and over again, with no hint of any further commitments or catches.
'Look at this, Tom', she told her husband, when he entered the room shortly after. He gazed at the ad, equally skeptical, but with a nasty sneer in his eye as he asked Diane, 'So, you really want to get into this kinky stuff, eh?'
She smiled back, and replied, 'At this price, why not?'
They keyed in the details of their system hardware, then punched in a credit card number and placed the order.
* * *
They figured it would take about six to eight weeks, or if they were really efficient, maybe a month. So when the doorbell rang only a few days later and a priority postal delivery guy stood there with a carton big enough to choke a horse, much to say they were surprised. They signed for the delivery and were then equally surprised to find the carton weighed well over twenty pounds.
'Jeez', Tom commented, 'Twenty bucks for all this??? There's gotta be a catch somewhere'
They lugged the box into the living room and just stood looking at it for a moment. Eventually, Diane took a small knife and began cutting the box open. 'Let's see what we've got, eh?'
There were several smaller boxes inside the big one. The first, on top, held just some brief documents along with a label that said 'OPEN ME FIRST'. Diane opened it and read through some installation instructions. There were some disks with software, as well as a card that had to be installed into the machine and a small but high quality minicam. A few minutes later, they had the entire package installed and re-booted the machine. Everything appeared the same, except for the Game icon that was now on the desktop.
Diane smiled up at Tom and asked, 'You wanna try it now, hun?'
He smiled back, noting that he had some work to do that afternoon, but that the evening looked like a good time to give it a shot. It was forgotten until after dinner that night.
* * *
With dinner out of the way and a weekend facing them, they sat at the computer and clicked on the Game icon. A substantial time was spent booting up the game, and they also noticed the modem lights flashing quite a bit, as if a mass of data was being transmitted up the line. Finally, the screen cleared, and the machine asked, 'Are you ready to register the players?'
They clicked on 'Yes', then keyed in the two names at the prompts, as well as their ages and the fact that they were a married couple. The machine responded, 'Diane, please fill in the personal questionnaire. Tom, please leave the room until her data has been entered.'
They laughed at that as Diane began looking down the list of questions. As her first keystroke was entered, the machine beeped and the screen was covered by a large display that demanded, 'Tom, leave the room now until Diane's responses have been entered'.
Tom seemed a bit flustered, then he faced Diane. 'How the hell does it know I'm still in the room?'
Diane pointed at the cam sitting on the top of the monitor. 'It might well be watching us.'
Tom grumbled, but left the room. 'Call me when you're finished.’
The questions started out innocuously enough, with things like Diane's height and weight, her measurements and a few other physical characteristics. It then went into a brief medical history, following which it began prying into her sexual experience. Had she had oral sex? Anal? Lesbian experiences? Had she ever been raped? Had experiences in a broad spectrum of bondage games? Not only was the detail enormous, but the depth to which her fantasies were explored left her exhausted when, some forty minutes after she started, the machine told her it was done and Tom could enter his responses.
Diane walked out of the room as Tom seated himself at the computer. Seconds later, she walked back in to ask Tom something, and the screen immediately was covered by the demand, 'Diane must leave the room until Tom's responses have been completed.'
They were both a bit taken by this until, finally, Tom pointed at the cam. 'It IS watching us.'
Diane left the room again, and Tom's questioning took nearly an hour.
* * *
They sat themselves together at the machine, which had just asked, 'Do you wish to play a game now?' They clicked on 'Yes'. They were then given a list of game possibilities, things that could be played for 'Stakes' of an erotic nature, as well as offering them some latitude in what kinds of stakes could be selected. Eventually, they settled on a game of common strip poker. The loser would perform oral sex on the winner on demand, remain naked until the following morning and not be allowed pleasure.
They played. It seemed like a touch and go game, with each side gaining and losing the lead, until finally, Tom won.
The game then announced, 'Tom: Please locate the female chastity belt in the large box. Strap it in place on Diane. It will lock itself.'
Diane was a bit taken back. 'Chastity belt? Is it kidding???' Tom liked the idea. He chuckled, commenting, 'Well, you did lose, Diane. May as well get our money's worth, seeing as how they've thrown all this expensive equipment into the deal.' Minutes later, Tom had the belt locked on Diane. She snuggled up close to him, whispering, 'This thing has got me horny already, you beast. I can't wait until you unlock it for me.'
The game screen made the next announcement. 'Tom, lock Diane's wrists behind her back with the handcuffs provided.' A bit hesitant, he complied, with Diane feeling distinctly uncomfortable at the turn of events. Then the screen displayed the fateful order: 'Diane, you will now suck Tom's cock to orgasm, and swallow his load.'
Tom smiled. 'I am really beginning to like this game.' Diane was certainly not sharing his feelings, in spite of her hardened nipples. 'I don't think so.’ She turned, intent on walking out of the room, when she felt a buzz in her groin from the belt she wore. 'Oh!!'
'What's wrong?', Tom asked.
’Ever feel one of those shocks you get when you walk across a wool rug, then touch something? I just got one of those in my cunt.'
Tom stood looking in disbelief. Diane turned, took another step towards the kitchen, and felt another shock. 'Aaiei!!' She turned back, looking at the screen, and at the camera poised on top. She then slowly returned to Tom and knelt at his feet. 'I think we'd better do as it says.’
She took him into her mouth and began sucking him. Soon, the erotic charge of the situation rose to make all their fears immaterial. He began to pulse in her mouth, and soon he shot his load down her throat. She moaned in deep arousal as she swallowed, her hips circling in the air.
A minute or two later, Tom went to the box to locate the keys to the handcuffs. The machine quickly printed out the words, 'There are no keys. All locked items are released on machine command when the period of incarceration has ended. For Diane, this will be nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Until that time, she is obligated to relieve you with her mouth whenever you feel the need.'
Unbelieving, Tom checked the box thoroughly. There was an incredible assortment of gear, from restraints to clamps to whips and sundry odds and ends neither of them could even identify as yet. But there was not one key.
Tom looked at Diane with some understanding. 'Might be a drag for you dear, but looks like you're stuck with things until the morning. Heh heh, kind of a turn-on to think about though.’
Their bedroom door was opened. They could see the computer from their bed. In the middle of the night, Tom awoke, aroused, and began caressing Diane, still handcuffed and confined in the chastity belt. They both moaned, with Tom becoming erect once again. Diane resisted, wanting to try to sleep in spite of the handcuffs, when the machine beeped from the living room. In large block letters, big enough to be read right from their bed, the machine printed out, ‘Diane, suck Tom's cock.' She then felt that small shock inside the belt, jarring her into fearful obedience.
She sucked him off again, and once more when they arose the following morning.
* * *
At precisely nine o'clock, the restraints unlocked, seemingly on their own. Tom quickly released Diane from both the cuffs and the chastity belt, then offered her some oral gratification to make up for what she lost the preceding night. When they finished, then made love in the conventional fashion, Diane conceded, 'Y'know, as scary as it was, and as frustrating, it was really a turn-on for me to be denied all night and have to do you that way. Heck, when I finally came, it was one of the most powerful orgasms I've had in a long time.'
'I must say I enjoyed it too. Its nice to be able to call on your mouth anytime I want to.' She playfully bit him at that, still smiling back.
They had plans that night, for dinner and a movie with friends, and arrived home so exhausted that neither of them wanted to play. The following evening, after nearly a day and a half period of denial, Diane asked, 'So Tom, shall we try again?'
Tom smiled evilly at her. 'Care to spend another night on your knees, slut?' She smiled back, 'Who says you'll win again? If I win, I might be using your mouth all night, you know.’
They played again. Same stakes. This time, Diane did indeed win, handily. Minutes later, they had located a cock cage to lock up Tom's cock, struggling to get it on over his stubborn erection. She applied the cuffs, locking his wrists behind him for the entire night. She then placed a pillow on the floor and told him to lay down. She then stood astride him, her feet on either side of his head, and slowly began to lower herself down onto his face. He serviced her, licking and sucking, swallowing whatever flowed into his mouth, for at least an hour right there on the living room floor. Later on, in bed, he continued to provide oral service to her, licking everything she told him to lick far into the evening. He moaned in his own arousal, with his cock being punished by the cage whenever his persistent erection would try to return. And the following morning, much like he used Diane the previous day, Diane indeed used him for some extended oral pleasure right up until the locks popped open at nine.
* * *
The game was repeated a number of times over the next week or two. There seemed to be no regular pattern to the wins and losses, as each of them came out on top, sometimes 2 or 3 times in a row. Finally, the game told them, 'It is time for a change in your play. For tonight's game, you don't play against each other, but against the machine.'
They were instructed to get out some equipment. Both the chastity setups they had been using, and a set of leather wrist shackles. Then, they were told, 'Please find the box labelled 'M/C Collars.’ Diane asked, not even directing her question at anyone in particular, ' ‘M/C’, wonder what that stands for.’
The machine promptly answered, 'Monitor and Control'.
For all appearances, they seemed to be just blank strips of something leather, but with a non-slip lining and the feel of something substantial in spite of their thin size. They were about half an inch wide, with no visible buckles or fasteners. The ends had some metal visible.
One was about an inch longer than the other. Tom circled his neck with that one, and Diane used the shorter one. As the collars were put into position and they held the ends together, they joined on their own, the connection vanishing to leave them both seamless. They then seemed to shrink just a bit, to become snug around their necks, a perfect fit.
'Now, remove your clothes, and put on the chastity devices and the wrist restraints.'
Moments later, they were both naked, Tom's cock locked in the cage again, and Diane wearing the chastity belt. Like the collars, the wrist restraints had no visible means to join them, but joined themselves when they were properly positioned, then adjusted for size. There were no rings or links, but there were two strange disk-shaped metal plates at their pulse points. As soon as all the equipment was put on, right on cue, the machine then introduced the game for the evening.
'Tonight, you'll be playing Blackjack, against the machine which will act as the house. You'll each be allowed the sum of $100 with which to bet. You'll play for an hour, or until each of you has either doubled your money or lost it all. If you win, you'll be allowed to remove the chastity and enjoy your partner's services. If you lose, you'll spend the night naked and in chastity.'
Less than an hour later, they both had lost. On command, both placed their wrists behind their backs, and the shackles' disks activated, pulling the restraints together.
Diane looked at Tom, 'Now what do we do??'
Tom's eyes lowered to Diane's breasts, now thrust out wantonly with her wrists pulled back. 'Heh heh, I know what I'd like to do..' He then lowered his lips to her nipples and began sucking them, and Diane moaned in high arousal, thrusting them into his mouth. 'Ooohhhh!!! Tom, we're not gonna be able to get off tonight, don't be so cruel!'
Even with wrists joined behind their backs, they were able to fend for themselves, even to the point of finding a late night snack to eat before going to bed. Diane then indulged in a bit of cruelty of her own, as she briefly went down on the head of Tom's cock sticking out from within the cock cage, licking and sucking it, making it swell hard against the confining rings. He moaned, arching his back as he begged Diane, ‘Please, we’re gonna be this way all night.'
She laughed back, 'So how does it feel, you tease!'
They suffered for several hours, lying naked on the bed, unable to even pull up the blankets to cover themselves, until they finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. They slept soundly until the restraints popped off on their own, promptly at nine the following morning.
Waking, groggy, they pushed the bits of leather off the bed, then made love. It was not until some time after they finished and put away the equipment that they noticed the collars remained fixed on their necks. With the computer still running and the game still active, they went into the living room and asked.
'The collars will remain on. They fit well, will produce little or no discomfort or inconvenience, and enable monitoring and control.'
Diane remained silent, feeling the collar with her fingers. Tom felt imposed upon, grumbling something about 'This is ridiculous. I want this thing off, now!' He stormed into the kitchen and, taking a steak knife from the silverware drawer, began to try to cut thru the material.
Suddenly, he screamed, dropped the knife and collapsed to the floor, moaning. Diane screamed in response and rushed to him, then asked, 'What happened? Are you all right?'
He gasped again, telling her, 'The collar, there was a shock the instant the knife made contact.'
They looked at each other, now fearful. 'We've got to get rid of that game.'
* * *
The following night, Tom sat at the machine, intending to 'uninstall' the program. As soon as he attempted to open the folders and seek out the game files, the game program launched.
'Tonight, you will be playing Rummy. And we will be introducing some additional activities for the winners and losers.'
Tom grumbled, 'The hell I will.’
He attempted to force quit the program, but none of the usual methods worked. Each time he hit a key, he felt the telltale electric buzz from his collar telling him that the game was displeased. Finally, he reached around to the back of the machine and pulled out the power cord. Instantly, he felt a strong shock in his collar. Seconds later, Diane felt a similar one. She screamed, as the shocks began hitting them, alternately, until Diane plugged the machine back in and turned it on again.
The game launched immediately, and the shocks stopped. Again, the message appeared.
'Tonight, you will be playing Rummy. And we will be introducing some additional activities for the winners and losers.'
'Well, it looks like we're gonna play some rummy', Tom said. Diane responded, frowning, ‘Yeah, and you're better than I am at this game.'
There was a physical screen divider, a sheet of cardboard that hung over the middle of the screen, edge out, to enable them to sit side by side and see the screen without either seeing the other's cards. They played the game, taking about forty-five minutes before Tom reached the goal of five hundred points. Diane had scored about three hundred and fifty. She wondered aloud, 'I lost, I wonder what I am in for now.' The Game did not take long before answering that question.
'Diane, lay face down across the hassock. Place your wrists together behind your back.'
She paused momentarily, only long enough to feel that small buzz from her collar to remind her that the Game would tolerate no disobedience. She draped herself across the hassock, then put her wrists together at the small of her back. The magnets in her cuffs activated, forcing her wrists together palm-to palm. She could not separate them, any more than if they had been padlocked there.
'Tom, there is a long box in the larger carton. Open it and take out the riding crop.'
Diane's eyes widened at the words. Tom hesitated, but soon moved to the box and got out the crop.
'Tom, stand behind Diane and to one side. Diane has lost the game by a margin of one hundred fifty points. Her penalty is one stroke of the crop on her ass for each ten points of the margin of loss. You will now give her fifteen strokes. The strokes should be hard enough to mark her. Any strokes not hard enough will be repeated. If Diane moves off the hassock, or prevents you from landing any of the strokes, the penalty will be two additional strokes on her back with a cat-o-nine tails.'
The two exchanged fearful glances. Tom told her, ‘Diane, I’ll try to make the strokes easy.’
He swung for the first. There was barely a bit of redness where the crop landed, and Diane managed to hold her response to an 'Ouch!'
The machine beeped and issued a warning, ’The stroke was not hard enough to mark -- it must be redone.'
Diane moaned, 'Oh God, Tom, you'll have to hit harder.'
'Sorry, love.’
He swung, harder now, hard enough to make Diane scream. The stroke left a welt which they both knew would remain there all night. The machine beeped, and the count appeared on the screen. '1.'
She endured the full fifteen strokes. She screamed at every one. When finished, Tom could easily count the fifteen welts on her suffering ass. She cried, shuddering, as Tom comforted her with a hug. Diane's penalty was not finished, however, as the screen issued new orders.
'Tom, you will now lock on Diane's chastity belt.'
He obeyed the order, as Diane cried again, now knowing that she would be denied all night again, and likely have to serve Tom.
'Tom, you will now fuck Diane's ass, for ten minutes. When that time is up, she will finish you with her mouth.'
'Oh God, no!!'
Diane had never given her ass to anyone. It was tight, and fucking her there would be painful. Tom hesitated, wanting to somehow point this out to the machine, but the machine took the words away from him. 'As this is her first time, you are permitted to use lubricant. But you will force your entire cock into her ass within five minutes, or both of you will be punished.'
He ran to the bathroom and got out some K-Y gel. Quickly, he lubed them both, then began inserting one finger into her ass. She moaned, and he could feel how tight she was. 'Relax hun, I know it hurts, but we have a time limit to get this done.'
Two fingers soon pushed in, then three, as Diane moaned and tried her best to relax herself. Soon, Tom's cock stood poised at her rear entrance. He felt the first tell-tale buzzing within his collar as he tried to push inside. She cried out as well, and he knew she felt the first warning buzz from her collar as well. Suddenly, a quick jolt from the collar hit him, his muscles contracted in response which pushed his cock hard into her ass.
They both screamed, Tom from the shock, and Diane from both the shock and having her ass forced open. Tom stopped moving for a bit, to allow her to adjust, but less than a minute later, he got another buzz from his collar, along with a screen prompt,’Resume fucking her ass. Time spent resting will not count towards the total.'
Diane moaned constantly while her ass was ravaged. Finally, the game told them, 'Tom, you may now move to Diane's mouth where she will clean you and suck you to completion.'
Tom withdrew. He reached for a napkin on the table, intending to clean his soiled cock before bringing it to Diane's mouth, but the game beeped. 'Diane will clean you with her mouth.'
He put down the napkin and moved to Diane's face. She shuddered when she saw the condition of his cock. The lubricant had dissolved for the most part, but the interior of her ass certainly left a great deal of residue. She could smell it and her sweat. She pulled at her restraints once, briefly, then opened her mouth.
Tom's cock entered. Diane moaned, disgusted at what she tasted, but she closed her lips around the soiled shaft and began licking and sucking him, cleaning him. It took some minutes before he tasted clean again. By that time, Tom was moaning and pulsing, close to orgasm. Soon, Tom began to come, filling Diane's mouth with a sizable load. A few drops of come dripped down from her mouth. Tom reached for the napkin again, but the machine instantly told him, 'Let the cum dry on her face. She is in punishment.'
As Tom backed off again, the machine ordered, 'Diane will now use her tongue to clean the sweat from your balls and ass crack.'
Tom felt the arousal returning from this suggestion. Diane moaned, but she quickly rolled over on the hassock, presenting him with her mouth to be used again. Tom straddled her, lowering his balls to her mouth, and she licked him, dutiously, burying her face in his crotch. Her tongue then moved to his ass, without further prompting, and cleaned him there, even thrusting inside his ass briefly. By the time she finished, he was erect again. Looking up at him from her back, she told Tom, 'Go ahead dear, use my mouth.'
She moaned as he entered, but closed her lips around him once more, sucking him firmly. She was at a peak of arousal, her nipples rock hard, her cunt oozing its juices beneath the chastity belt. And now, she seemed to be reveling in her suffering, enjoying its depths, even yearning for it to intensify.
The machine suddenly barked out another order: 'Tom, use a pair of clothespins to clamp Diane's nipples until she swallows your next load.'
He obeyed, his eyes wide as the trembling Diane accepted the clamps. She cried out as each of them were attached, then moaned, her suffering obvious on her face. She then opened her mouth again.
With the sight of Diane's clamped nipples, her body moving as she suffered, it did not take him long to cum again. Diane swallowed and again cleaned him before the machine permitted him to remove the clamps.
The game noted to Tom, 'When you use her mouth, you may feel free to add the clamps to her nipples at your own discretion. And you may also use the cat-o-nine tails to encourage her if her service is less than perfect.'
Tom got out the cat. And he kept the clothespins handy thru the long night. Diane sucked him off twice more before her restraints were released the following morning.
* * *
They talked about their experiences the next day. 'I still can't believe how much that computer is controlling our lives', Tom said. 'A simple cam, a couple of collars, and it seems to have taken over.'
Diane moaned, aroused even to think about it. 'And I'm not sure if I even want it to stop. Last night was incredible -- we did things I never thought we'd do. It's opening doors for us, forcing us to move into new territory.'
'You're right. And what's so scary is that it is so intense it's almost worth the price of not being able to say no.'
* * *
That night, in what was becoming a regular feature whenever they began the game, the machine announced new additions to the rules by which they played.
'From now on, when the loser is placed in chastity and restraints, they will remain so until the next game.'
When Diane lost the game that night, she was again locked in chastity, naked and cuffed, and whipped with new welts on her old fading ones from the prior night. And that morning, she was not released from the chastity belt. Her wrists were allowed to separate so she could work around the house, but the cuffs remained attached to her wrists. When Tom became aroused watching her, the machine barked out suggestions for him to use Diane's mouth or ass again, and he gleefully took the suggestions as Diane's wrists were again attached behind her back each time. And that night, when she lost for a second time, all the restraints remained in place.
The game shifted back to poker the following night, and Diane was greatly relieved when her own restraints were released. She had Tom locked into the cock cage in seconds, and Tom suffered intensely for the next twenty four hours. Worse, he lost the next two games in a row, resulting in his being denied for a total of three consecutive days.
As the periods of forced chastity and restraint lengthened, each of them felt the changes they were going through. As slaves, each of them began losing the resentment to each other, or to the game. They began serving with greater devotion, reveling in their own denial and learning to transfer their sexual needs into more devoted service. And when in control, they began to lose their fears -- and their guilt -- around being cruel. The whips and clamps began finding regular use, as each of them began enjoying them and using them freely, without even a prompt from the machine.
Now, since one of them would always remain locked in their chastity device following a game, they noted that they were no longer permitted to enjoy sex in the usual way, with both of them taking pleasure. It now always featured one of them in chastity serving the other as slave, with their mouth or ass. Their arousal intensified as a result, and it did not escape them that they were having sex even more often than before, stimulated by the new rules.
* * *
The next development was in expanding their periods of enslavement. When a game was won, they would be enslaved to each other for two days, with the game played on the second day to decide only a level of punishment for the slave. The loser invariably remained in chastity, sucking off the winner on demand, occasionally even being ass-fucked by the winner, in Tom’s case, with a sizable strap-on dildo worn by Diane, which he would then be forced to clean by mouth when finished.
Restraint was also in the mix, as each of them would often spend time shackled to places around the house, naked and available, sometimes with nipple clamps, a blindfold or a gag added. It became customary for the loser to do all the housework while enslaved, with the winner enjoying personal maid service as well.
Soon, the period grew to three days, then four, finally working its way up to an entire week. And regardless of who was enslaved, the level of use remained high, as each of them in turn was forced to keep the winner satisfied.
* * *
Several weeks later, the machine offered them yet another surprise.
'You both have progressed well. Starting tonight, if both of you win, you may be rewarded with the service of a slave who will visit you and serve you both. And if you both lose, you will be required to serve others at their homes.'
They played Blackjack side by side that night. Diane lost and was kept denied for the entire week, serving Tom thruout. The following week, they both won. Their restraints were immediately released, then the machine announced, 'Since you have both won tonight's game, you will be rewarded with the services of a slavegirl for 24 hours. Her name is Penny. She should arrive at your home within the next hour. She is at your complete disposal until tomorrow night's game begins.'
Tom was a bit taken back. 'A slavegirl?? From where? She's coming here?'
'The girl is another player of this game, from your local area, within easy travel distance. Your security is assured, since she is being monitored with the same collar you both wear. Should you be required to travel to serve others, individually or together, the same security will be in place to guarantee your safety.'
Tom finally spoke to Diane while they were both outside the house, out of range of the cameras.
'We've GOT to end this and get rid of that game.'
'Yes, Tom, but how? That thing sees everything we do!'
'When we get home, I'm just going to smash the machine and destroy it.'
Diane shuddered visibly. 'That could be very dangerous. Who knows what it might do in response.'
'It won't be able to do anything if it's turned into a pile of scrap.'
When they arrived home, Diane went straight into the house while Tom detoured to the garage where he picked up a small but heavy sledge hammer. He strode into the living room, determined, straight to the computer, where he wound up and swung the hammer right into the center of the machine, smashing thru its plastic shell and going right thru the motherboard.
Before the hammer even hit, he felt the shock from his own collar, and he heard Diane scream. They both fell to the floor as the agony of some protracted shocks issued from their collars. Soon, Tom's shocks stopped, while Diane's continued every several seconds. The telephone rang.
Tom picked it up, as Diane continued to writhe on the floor. Without even waiting for Tom to speak, the all-too familiar electronic voice of the machine spoke to him thru the phone:
'Tom: Your rebellion has been noted and you will both be punished for it. In less than an hour, a new computer will be delivered to your house, the costs charged to your bank account. You will install it immediately and turn it on. All the necessary hardware will be preinstalled.
'In addition, while you set up the computer, your wife will suck off the delivery man and swallow his load. You will say or do nothing to interfere. The man has already been briefed as to what to expect. Anything short of total obedience will be punished severely and immediately. Remove your wife's clothes; she will be naked and kneeling when the man arrives.'
The connection broke off. He felt the moderate prodding warning shock which let him know he had to obey.
He walked to where his wife remained laying on the floor and told her, 'Sorry, but the machine's orders. You've got to be naked.'
A tear dropped from her eyes. 'W-what did it say?'
'A new machine is coming to replace the one we trashed. When the delivery arrives, you've got to be naked, and you have to suck off the delivery guy.'
'Oh, God!'
He was able to remove some of her clothes while she was shackled, but the shackles did not release from her wrists or ankles. The remainder of her clothes had to be cut off of her with scissors. She then knelt, naked and still shackled, on the living room floor facing the computer table as Tom removed the remains of the old machine and brought it out to the trash.
She was still naked and kneeling when the man arrived with the new machine. He smiled as the door opened revealing her there, and no words were exchanged. He simply put the carton on the floor next to the table and walked to where Diane knelt, standing in front of her. As Tom began unpacking the computer, the man unzipped, withdrew his sizable cock and offered it to Diane who obediently took it into her mouth and began sucking him.
Tom had everything hooked up in a few minutes. He hesitated then, but when he felt a mild warning in his collar, he turned on the machine. The Game software came up immediately, and spoke:
'Tom--remove your clothes, put on your cock cage and kneel--watch your wife suck off the man.'
He obeyed, fearfully, as his wife continued to serve, and when he finally knelt, his shackles quickly attached his wrists behind his back. When the man came, in her mouth and on her face, the man smiled, said, 'Thank you!', and walked out the door.
'Tom--you will now lick the cum off of your wife's face.'
He turned to the screen, shocked at the order, but a strong shock delivered to his balls thru the chastity stifled any hesitation he may have had. He obeyed, grimacing as he tasted the cum in his own mouth. When that was finished, his wrists were briefly freed so he could lock his wife in her chastity. Next, they were gagged, with penis gags. Finally, nipple clamps were applied to them both. His shackles then reattached. They then turned to the machine and watched the screen as it spoke to them.
'Some people cooperate with the training program. When they do, they are rewarded. Some end up with live-in slaves, who work an outside job and help with house finances, then serve with complete devotion. Others, who may be less devoted, end up as slaves themselves, serving in households chosen by the Game.
'But your level of rebellion, your lack of cooperation, has earned you something far less pleasant. You will both be enslaved, but not in other households. Tom, you will be flying out of the US to an East African country where slavery is still legal. You will spend your days in forced labor, and your nights will be spent in a brothel where both men and women will use you with no limits. Your body will be altered to give you a more female appearance, complete with breasts, electrolysis and hormone treatments, but your cock will remain in permanent chastity.
'Diane, your destination will be North Africa, where you will also work in a brothel. You too will remain in permanent chastity, by having your pussy lips sealed surgically. Your mouth and ass will earn a great deal of money for the brothel owners, serving men, women and even the occasional dog or horse in performances for a paying audience. When you earn punishment, you may be flogged in the town square, then left for a day or two at a time where the public may use your mouth without restrictions, free of charge.
'The transfer of your property and bank accounts is already taking place. Your house, cars and all other assets will be sold, and all the proceeds will come to the Game's own accounts.
'Rest assured, the Game has the ability to monitor you both wherever you go. Perhaps, if you serve well, you may someday be allowed to return to the US to serve in a more civilized slavery. But for the time being, you will serve out your punishment. There will be no reprieve.'
They remained kneeling, stunned at the implications for their future. It did not escape them that they would part company permanently as they were each transported to their own enslavement. Gagged, they would not even be able to say their final goodbyes. They watched the screen as it displayed live video of some of the locations where they would be serving, other slaves being used and punished, sometimes in crowded public areas.
Thirty minutes later, a pair of cars arrived to transport them to full enslavement.
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