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The Game
Holly
knew what she was getting herself into when she volunteered for the game- she
had known for a long time that her desire would win out over her good sense,
but still, it had taken a long time.
It had
fascinated her from the very first moment she heard about it from her friend
Vanessa- on the one hand, it was terrifying, extremely painful, and very
dangerous but on the other it was in a way the very purified essence of all her
deep submissive fantasies, something so striking and simple that it occupied
her thoughts constantly..
As the
day drew closer, Holly began to have doubts about the possible damage to her
body, but still the need to take part within her was much more powerful, and
terror gave way to light-headed, liberating, care-free excitement as she
imagined the experience awaiting her, the delicious freedom of submission, the
ecstacy of savouring the tidal waves of pain, the transportation to a higher
physical and emotional plain..
Holly
had contacted the the 'organisation' which ran the game, and plenty of other
dark, twisted sexual practices via a non-descript website which Vanessa had
shown her. A short trip by train up into the hills took her to the villa she
had been told about- the gates opened as she approached, and she was shown in
by a very attractive young woman, who introduced herself as Alison, Allie for
short, and was taken into a large, open living area with vast windows giving
wide views of the hills and city below.
Allie
indicated to Holly that she should sit, and then poured a glass of wine for
them both. Allie began to explain about what went on in the villa, describing
in detail the different 'events' that took place. Holly listened with an open
mouth, shocked not at what Allie was describing, but more at the fact that
there were other people (and plenty of them, it seemed) that shared some of her
deepest fantasies, and were willing to experience them for real !
Allie
obvious vast experience helped calm Holly's fears, and she started to let
herself relax- the wine helped, and before long she was feeling ready to ease
into proceedings.
Allie could see that Holly was settled and ready for the next step, so
she stood up and walked out of the room, saying she'd be back in a minute.
Holly had a moment to herself to reflect on what
Allie had told her about the organisation, and more importantly, what was going
to happen to her that evening. She was still apprehensive, but by now was very
aroused by everything she had been told, and silently thanked Vanessa for
introducing her to this.
Allie
returned with a tray carrying a bright red ball-gag with a strap that buckled
behind the head, and a short length of
thin white rope. Holly was eager to get started, and readily undressed,
placing her clothes neatly on the coffee table in front of her, and standing
obediently with her wrists touching in front of her body. Allie expertly tied
the white rope, ensuring Holly could not separate her arms, and Holly's mouth
opened willingly as the ball-gag approached, groaning in satisfaction as it was
secured.
Allie
then led Holly throught the villa, and outside into the large garden at the
rear. Holly's eyes were wide as she took in the scene before her- men and women
smartly dressed, maybe 20 in all, sat
at tables and chairs placed around the garden, drinking champagne from tall
glasses and watching intently as a young blonde, suspended by each arm and each
leg in a spread position facing downwards and blindfolded, was being raised and
lowered on to a bed of metal spikes. Sharp enough to pierce the skin but only
an inch long, the blonde was gradually having more of her weight lowered onto
them, increasing the the intensity of the pain, and as Holly watched the speed
at which she was lowered changed so that she was almost falling (although not
very far) onto the spikes..
Holly
could see vicious red pricks all over her body, from breasts to thighs, and
blood dripped slightly from some of them. The blonde raised her head and feet
to form a curved shape, forcing her lower stomach and pussy harder onto the
metal points, increasing the pressure- at the same time, a man stepped forward
and began to hit her ass cheeks with a thick wooden paddle, each blow
rhythmically driving the spikes deeper..
Holly
could barely control herself as the blonde began to orgasm, the sound echoing
off the villa and out into the evening air- the blonde screamed and screamed as
she came , making Holly wet and desperate to get started..
Her wish
was granted, because as the blonde was taken off the spikes and tied on her
back to a sun lounger to recover, a man stood and drew everybodies attention by
clinking his glass, ready for an announcement..
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