The Games

[Lucy.]

Writers note: This will be a story delivered in seperate parts. The first part is mostly neccessary build up, but the second and third part will follow very shortly. If you do not like long stories it probably is not for you. enjoy!

Mr. Stark slowly walked a line in the gymnasium. As he walked he took time to look at each young ample ass he passed. All of the contestants, bar miss Canada, were knelt on the cold wooden floor. Each had their head and arms through the crude wooden stocks that were constructed in a perfect line across the width of the gym. As he stared at their pretty young backsides he smiled at how uniformed they looked. Each naked from above the waist, their only clothing the grey flannel sweatshorts bearing their nationality and flag. USA, Australia, Great Britain, Switzerland, France. As he reached the end of the line he smiled and looked at the young woman tied to a chair next to the stocks. A pretty thing with a stylish red haired bob, miss Canada. Naked but for a bra covered in maple leafs, gagged and tied. He reached down to the vibrator which protruded from her tight womanhood and pressed the "on" button, hearing her immediate murmur into the gag. He smiled with satisfaction as he removed the bamboo cane from the wall. This was round four of the games and the rules were simple. The last girl to scream would be able to leave, and have the comfort of the masturbation chair in the next round. An additional 20 minutes in the stocks would be provided to second place, fourty for third, an hour for fourth and so on. There would be an additional booby prize for last place and by this stage in the games the girls knew that they could not afford to finish last. Mr. Stark blew a whistle and watched as all the flags on the girls shorts tensed, each ass raised in to the air as he walked to the centre of the line, turning to watch miss Switzerlands buttocks sway in fear before slipping the cane underneath her and brutally raising it up to spank her sex.

The Games
by Lucy.

It had begun shortly after Amy had awakened. The 21 year old brunette from Manchester, England had little recollection of the night she was captured. Amy's netball team had won a prestigious trophy and she was celebrating with her teammates in a bar. The next she knew she had woken up on a small uncomfortable bunkbed in a girls dorm. Amy was shocked and distressed as she had first the feeling of not knowing where she was, and second, to find that her clothes had been removed and she had been dressed. She had found herself in a simple grey flannel T-shirt and shorts, her underwear having been removed with the rest of her clothes. On the back of her shorts was the Union Jack with the words "Great Britain" written under it in red letters. Her sweat top bore the same, a small flag and her country's name emblazoned across it. It had taken Miss Switzerland and Miss Australia most of the morning to comfort Amy. She would seem to be ok before breaking into tears again asking "why me?" and "what happened to me?", the violation of being stripped and dressed something she had never thought could happen in her wildest dreams. The other girls understood, each national sporting champions, each having undergone a similar process over the previous few days. Noone knew how they got here, why they were here or even where here is. On the bunkbed at the far end Miss Canada and Miss America hugged and consoled each other constantly while Miss France spent her time sat on her bunk, occassionally getting up to try to open the locked door of the dorm. The room was unremarkable, three sets of bunkbeds took up most of the space, a small television monitor was installed by the door and there was a security camera in each corner of the room.

Amy could have only been awake two hours when it began. Without warning the lights in the room flickered brightly and a whirring sound came from the monitor.

"I see Great Britain is finally awake."

The emotionless male voice echoed around the dorm before the monitor lit up. The girls watched the screen intently. "I assume you are wondering why you are here" the voice continued as a man walked into view on the monitor. He was old, at least 50, a tall man with greying hair and thin lips and eyebrows. "Each of you have been specially selected to represent your country in a competition".

Amy looked up. "A competition? But you stripped us!" she exclaimed, each girl looking at her with concern.

The man smiled. "Not me my dear. However please do not interrupt me." Miss Switzerland put her finger to her mouth to quiet Amy, eager to hear why they were here. "Now, let me continue. You are currently in a secure purpose-built complex on an Island just south of the pacific ocean. Each of you has been specially selected based on your looks, your athletic ability and your nationality." The mans tone did not change as he talked, as if he were reading a script. "My name is Mr. Smith and I have created this competition, to be broadcast around the world via the internet. The rules are very simple, each of you will take part in a number of games. Each game will test you emotionally and physically and will be broadcast online to subscribers. Winning the game will earn rewards and losing the game will result in punishment." There were gasps inside the dorm, none of the girls believing what they were hearing.

"I'm a twenty three year old woman, you can't punish me!" the blonde full bodied miss USA blurted out in a thick southern drawl, and a slight smile came over the old mans face.

"Oh but I can USA. And if you refuse to take your punishment like a good girl, we will simply shoot you. Germany and Spain are ready to replace you at any time".

With that statement men walked on screen to stand next to Mr. Smith. Each man was wearing a black military style uniform and holding a rifle. "Holy Shit!" the redhead Canadian girl gasped, knowing straight away that it was the real thing.

"Don't alarm yourself Canada. I have no intention of having you shot unless you refuse to compete. However be aware that if you do refuse, not only will you be shot, but you will be shot in your knees, then your thighs, then your arms. It will be extremely painful for you" he said slowly. "Our first event shall take place in one hour. A man will come for you then. Good luck to all and let the games begin".

"Wait!!!" miss Australia gasped but it was too late. The monitor changed to show a montage of personal photographs of each girl, a flag underneath them and an internet address.

Amy looked at each girl in turn, everyones jaw slightly open. "I.. think we're in trouble.." she whispered, feeling the petite miss Switzerland stroke her back gently. Each girl reacted differently over the next hour. Miss France and Miss Switzerland were in deep discussion in French, their voices raised and almost hysterical. Both girls were petite with pretty light brown hair and at 18 and 19 were the youngest of the group. Amy and miss Australia hugged each other telling each other that it must be some kind of candid camera TV show, although both knew deep down that they wouldn't be stripped for that.

"I'm not taking NO punishment, who the fuck does he think he is?" the busty miss USA could be heard swearing in the corner to the readhead miss Canada.

"Heidi, did you see? They have fucking guns! Just do what your told, I'm sure we'll get out of here quickly, they'll send the army for us!" she replied.

Without warning there was a sudden loud jarring noise and the dorm room door slowly opened up mechanically. With that a loudspeaker in the hall echoed into the dorm. "Will all competitors please proceed to the Auditorium" a female voice said, as if it were a school announcement. "Will all competitors please proceed to the Auditorium".

Miss Canada and Miss USA looked over at Miss Australia and Miss Great Britain. Before either parties could do anything, Miss France turned and walked out into the hallway.

"Wait!!" Amy called, quickly following the young French girl down the hall, signs marking the way to the Auditorium.

[Lucy.]

The six girls walked down the long spacious corridors. The facility smelt slightly, Amy could tell it was newly built. Everything was so clean as they walked past several locked doors, each room visible through the windows. Amy noticed a medical lab, a gymnasium and what seemed to be a library as they reached the end of the corridor, a sign directing them to a small staircase. As she approached the auditorium with the other girls Amy was nervous. These men had guns, and they wanted to play a game. What sort of game? Her mind was running crazy as the French girl in front of her came to a sudden halt.

"Ees here" France said slowly, as the others caught up to her. They stood there in their flannel outfits, the material feeling similar to pyjamas. The shorts had an elasticated waistband and each top clung to the girls forms. Amy hadn't helped but notice the small petite bodies of France and Switzerland, the larger bustier bodies of Canada and America and the slim athletic build of Australia, much like her own. As the last girls caught up Amy took in her surroundings, a large sign above a wooden double door told her that this was the Auditorium. Small monitors were placed to the left and the right of the door, one showing the montage of the girls and the countries they were representing, the other showing them standing there looking at the door.

"Do you..suppose we go in?" Australia asked, nervousness in her voice as Canada nodded.

The pretty young Australian girl with the long black hair stepped forward her hand loosely on the door. "Will all competitors please proceed to the Auditorium" the voice echoed again through the halls. With that she turned to Amy who nodded, before pushing open the door.

"Oh!! Oh ma diou!!!" The french girl exclaimed putting her hand over her mouth. Standing spread out in the auditorium were 60 naked men. Each stood a short distance apart, each completely nude. There were short men, tall men, fat men, young men, old men, all in their birthday suits, each penis in a different state of erection. Amy, Switzerland and France looked away. Australia blushed, her pretty face turning betroot. Canada kept her composure, standing there looking at the front row of men.

"Thats it, I'm getting out of here!!" USA screamed suddenly. As Canada put her hand on USA's shoulder she shrugged it off violently, turning and running back up the stairs. "Heidi!! They have guns!!" Canada called, but it was too late as USA disappeared from view.

As the remaining five stood at the entrance they heard the sound of microphone feedback. Amy looked up to see the man from the video standing on the Auditorium stage, along with five other men. The man was staring intently at the five young women as he spread his arms and spoke.

"Good evening girls, and welcome to the games." his loud monotone voice echoed throughout the hall. "Tonight we shall begin with the first round. Before I continue with the rules of this evenings contest I would like to make it clear that USA's refusal to compete will not go unpunished".

"Please... please don't shoot Heidi" Canada said slowly, daring to interrupt. Rather than upset Mr. Smith he simply smiled at the pretty redhead.

"We have other methods of disciplining the American. USA will take part in the next round." his voice highlighting the word "will" as it boomed out.

"However, be advised that her disobedience does not mean that one of you will not be punished this evening. The one of you who scores the lowest amount of points will be taken for discipline."

All of the girls looked up. Discipline? What kind of discipline? Amy wanted to shout, scream. She wanted to call him a freak, and yet she saw the men on stage with rifles. Deep down she knew she could not disobey like USA did, not if they may shoot her. Suddenly Canada's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"And what are the rules of your game?"

Mr. Smith just smiled. While he would not tolerate interruptions, the feistiness of Canada was what he had expected, how she was profiled to be and he was not disappointed. He hoped she would do well in the games and he would have an opportunity to get to know her better.

"The rules are simple. You will make as many men cum as you can within 2 hours. You may use either your hands or your mouth for this task. Each man will update your score after you have pleased him. The one of you which produces the most cum will dine with me this evening in luxury. The one who finishes last will be taken for discipline. You may remove your tops to help stimulate the men although I permit you to keep them on for this round. Be aware that you will not receive a replacement if the men cum on your clothes."

Amy went white as a sheet, was this for real? Mr. Smith described the rules as if he were a teacher telling her how to sit an exam, no emotion in his voice as he described how they must make the men orgasm for them. The girls all looked at each other, besides Canada. Her face remained at her feet. Amy looked around, the men with guns were menacingly taking positions around the edge of the hall, as cameras on wheels were moving slowly up and down the auditorium. The men all stared intently at the girls, each having a favorite, hoping that she comes in their direction so they can feed her their cock. "Good luck competitors" Mr. Smith's voice boomed across the hall.

"Let the games BEGIN!"

USA sat on the bunk in the dorm. Having wandered the corridors she found nothing but locked steel doors and heavy set windows. She came back to lay down. As the claxon sounded in the Auditorium the monitor in the dorm flickered to life. Heidi sat up as she saw the girls slowly step towards the crowd of naked man flesh. And then she heard the whirring noise of the dorm door. "Hey.. no!! no please no!! Ahhh!!!"

The back of the gun was rammed hard into the young American girls face and she fell backwards, her head hitting the wood of her bunk bed. Heidi was unable to protest, dazed and semi concious as she felt her flannel shorts being pulled down her long tanned American legs.

[Lucy.]

The men stood still as the five young women stepped further into the auditorium. 60 naked cocks exposed, some hard at the pure sight of the girls in their flannel shorts and figure hugging tops, others semi hard as they watched the scared young women advance. The men stood still as the armed security made its way round the sides and the front of the auditorium blocking any exit. Amy slowly paced forward, having seen a group of four men around her age close together near the stage area. She was not willing to get shot for the sake of a hand job and the monotone cruel voice of Mr. Smith had led her to believe this is exactly what would happen. As she stepped forward she noticed France had stopped, standing still. The petite, pretty French girl, only 18 stood there with her face in her hands. Her name was Therese, and she could not bear to even look at all of the penis in front of her. The thought of having them in her hands or her mouth made her feel ill. Amy noticed one of the security men start to step towards Therese and quickly turned, putting an arm over her and pulling her forward. "They have guns" she whispered to the French girl. "Just close your eyes.. it will be ok, we'll be home soon".

Australia and Switzerland had reached men but they also were having a hard time of it. The young swiss girl Anna with her mouse-brown hair was visibly crying as a fat older man in the front row shook his placid cock for her. Brittany from Australia was in a similar situation, two young men teasing her, telling her that if she was to get their points she would have to take her top off. Amy looked out further into the auditorium and to her suprise saw Canada. Megan, the 22 year old swimmer from Montreal was knelt between the men Amy had earmarked earlier. She had two young stiff men in her hands slowly masturbating them. When her left hand moved towards her, her right hand moved away. Her top was still on but up over her breasts showing off her C cup titties to the men as she beckoned a third man over to use her mouth. Megan wasn't enjoying this, but Discipline? That wasn't going to happen. If she makes a few men cum then she has a luxury dinner away from the stuffy dorm with the stale breand cheese they found inside. She didn't intend on losing and sure enough the first man, a young quite handsome Spaniard started to moan and then yell as he moisturised her pretty hand with his man cream. Megan wasted no time, dropping his cock as she motioned another man over, her tongue flicking out to lick the man in front of her. When licking his shaft didn't produce her result she moved to his balls, a humiliated but determined look on her face as she took one in her mouth, continuing her hand motion on the other guys.

Switzerland still hadn't scored as she kept trying to find a man who looked okay for her, but each man kept pointing her back to the fat balding man who was shaking himself at her. As she watched Australia removing her top and Canada producing another load of cum she knew she had to move if she did not want to lose the contest. Mr. Smith had scared her with his talk of discipline, and she moved to the fat man in the front row. He grinned at her as she reached out her hand and pulled himself away. "No No, you SUCK!!" he bellowed laughing and the men nearby laughed, the internet camera picking up the Swiss girl's look of contempt. "And you show me your TITS!" he grinned again, and quickly reached out, his hand squeezing her small left breast, a squeal coming from the young girl. "No no no!" she shook her head taking a step back, before pleading with the other men to take her instead of this gross disgusting man. "Please, please let me touch you!" she cried watching as France timidly reached out a hand and squeezed a young mans thick penis. Switzerland had no choice. She turned back to the man and slowly dropped to her knees. He howled in delight as he watched her lift her shirt up over her pretty hair, his hand taking the back of her head and thrusting himself inside of her warm wet mouth to cheers from the other men.

"Can I see your pussy?" Amy heard the whisper as she squeezed the black man's balls for him, wishing he would cum as she had yet to score any points. The young athlete just shook her head, she was too upset inside to actually say anything, how dare he ask that. "I can hold out all day Britain" he sighed as she started to desperately yank on the large slice of man meat. "C'mon just pull your shorts open". Amy was debating whether to move on but she had spent almost ten minutes with the big black stud, his large 9 inch cock swelling in her hand but refusing to cum for her. As Canada strolled past, lashings of cum on her cheeks and hair, Amy knew she was behind. "Do what you need to" she hissed, angry and upset, holding back the tears as the black man reached his fingers inside her flannel shorts and pulled on the waistband. "Thats a nice hairy pussy" he grinned, and she tugged him harder, up and down, up and down working his shaft until he moaned out. "Oh yeah bitch, thats it.." Amy was too late to step back, the mans cum lacing both her top, her shorts and her exposed belly.

Slowly each girl got into a stride, masturbating one or two men at a time, a few girls having to give blowjobs. Megan from Canada was taking three cocks at a time, and she would make the men climax very quickly. Having raised her top before even starting, her breasts and belly was coated in man cum as she found the cutest men and tried to pretend that they were boyfriends, each one only able to last a maximum of five minutes to the redheads skilled hands and tongue. Switzerland seemed to be attracting the older gross men and for a babyfaced 19 year old it wasn't fun. She was almost in tears as the ugly tall professor type came in her pretty hair with his 5 inch penis. She looked over at France who still sobbed gently but was actually making a lot of men cum for her. At 18 she looked younger and her cute hairstyle and babyface had most of the men melting in her hand. Australia had also picked up the pace, having removed her top she was being pulled around by the men who were begging her to lick and touch their sweaty balls.

"Ten Minutes Left"

A call sounded from the stage and Canada stood up after finishing her men. she walked back past the other girls, towards the entrance, and wiping the cum from her lips sat down cross legged, pulling down her T-shirt to cover her chest. She knew her job was done.

Back in the dorm room USA lie still on the bed. Her shorts were down around her ankles, her t-shirt pulled up and her big round American titties were coated in cum. Her head was weak and she felt the pain from her tight asshole where the guards had entered her with their rifles, each one fucking her young butt raw, firstly with a gun and then with their penises. She whined and moaned out, alone and solitary as the camera broadcast her pain to the entire internet, the monitor re-running her ordeal to remind her what happens to disobedient girls.