This story MIGHT contain snuff. 
It involves bondage (F/F) pretty much from start to finish, and includes sexual (rape?) scenes, (M/F). 

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Copyright (c) 1998 Trystl.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  

All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
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Playing Games

By Trystl



I watched the girl as the guards brought her forward.  Her naked body
glistened in the dungeon's warm air, but it was not the heat of the room
that made her sweat.  From the look on her face, it might have been a thin
shine of fear, but I also knew about the half hour she had spent baking in
the sauna.

It pleased me to see her naked body trembling before me.

"We're going to play a game," I announced as the guards brought her
forward, holding her almost motionless despite her occasional struggles. 
"Since you're such a naughty girl, I thought you might enjoy playing a game
instead of taking care of your regular responsibilities." I turned and
gestured towards the large blackboard behind me.  "I'm sure you're familiar
with the rules, but before we begin I should warn you that you must play
willingly.  My guards are going to release you, but any future attempt to
resist or escape will be treated as an incorrect guess.  Do you
understand?"

I could see by the expression on her face that she did, so I nodded to
the guards and they released her.  For a moment I thought she might fall,
but the strength had not completely left her long, slender legs.

I moved closer to her--close enough that she couldn't help leaning away.
"I shook my head in warning as I ran my red fingernails up along the inside
of her thighs, twirled my fingers in the thin patch of pale pubic hair;
then lightly traced a path up her trembling belly and back down to her hip.
I walked around behind her, pressing my body against her back side as I ran
my fingernails across her belly once again.  I loved the feel of warm,
slick flesh.  She had a beautiful belly.  It was, without a doubt, her best
feature, and she had a lot of nice features.  But then, I've always been
partial to a nice flat belly.

I curled my fingers, digging them deeply into the flesh under her
ribcage.  I pried hard enough that she couldn't stifle her body's twitching
or the little gasp of pain that she let out.

"Pick a letter," I whispered into her ear.

She took a long time to choose, but finally she made a choice.

"E," she said.

I nodded to the guard who had gone to stand by the blackboard.  He wrote
the letter E on the board in the spot that indicated that it was not a
correct guess.

"Too bad," I said, opening the pouch that hung on my belt and removing a
large ring-gag.  I could feel her shaky breath beneath my fingertips and
smiled.  "Open wide and accept your punishment, pretty slave, or you'll get
another black-mark."

She opened her mouth and I lowered the ring-gag over her head, wedging
it between her perfect white teeth.

"Time to guess another letter," I said as I pulled her blonde hair out
from beneath the thin leather straps that held the ring firmly in place.

"Kaey"

"I'm sorry," I said, "there's no G.  Now put your hands behind your
back."

"Nyoht gyah, Tchay"

"Sorry, no T either.  Now put your arms behind your back.  That's a good
girl." I looped a strand of rope around her wrists, binding them tightly.
"I realize that interpretation is a bit of a problem, but unfortunately I
have to count that as two misses instead of one." I used another bit of
rope to bind her elbows, pulling them tight enough that her arms firmly
meet.  The girl was one of those slaves for who this was not an easy task;
and I knew that the circulation in her arms would soon be a problem.  But I
also knew that this game wouldn't last all that much longer, and I always
liked the involuntary gasp of pain that it wrung from her throat as her
pert little breasts were forced to thrust forward.  I couldn't help running
my nails over her ticklish ribs and her hard, flat belly as I leaned close
to whisper in her ear.  "Next time please try to pronounce your letters a
little more clearly.  Care to try another one?"

"Ah-he."

"A?  Good choice."

I nodded to the guard who erased the third dash and replaced it with an
A.

Now the blackboard read: _ _ A _ _ _ _ _

And the missed letters were E, G, and T.

"Dheh."

"No D."

This time I took a rather long rope, with a noose at one end, and
slipped it over her head.  One of guards brought a chair, which I used to
stand on as I threaded the end of the rope through a pulley that was
suspended from one of the ceiling's rafters.  I pulled the rope tight
enough that the slave had to stand up straight if she didn't want to choke
herself, but not tight enough to interfere with her breathing; then I tied
the end to a metal ring on the nearest wall

"It's already starting to get interesting," I told the slave when I was
done, "and you've only gotten one letter right.  Will you choose again?"

"Elnna"

"I'll assume that's an N?"

When she gave a slight nod I motioned to the guard.

Now the blackboard read: _ _ A N _ _ _ _

With the missed letters: E, G, T and D.

"Ell."

I shook my head and laughed.  "Now why would you choose L?  It really is
a silly letter to choose at this particular moment.  Are you sure you want
that one?"

She looked at me uncertainly for a moment, and I could almost see the
wheels spinning in her head, as they say.  Was I really trying to warn her
from a bad choice?  Or was I trying to get her not to guess a correct
letter?  After a long, uncomfortable moment she nodded.

"Too bad," I said.  "There's no L."

I went back over and untied the end of the noose rope, while one of the
guards took hold of one of the girl's legs and raised it up until it was
about even with her breasts.  Then I tied the loose end of the noose rope
to her ankle.  The girl's legs were fairly limber, but the position was
difficult to hold without allowing her head to move down so that it was
closer to being center of mass.  And unless she kept her leg up its weight
would put pressure on the noose around her neck.  It would also be a bit
more difficult to keep her balance without the use of her arms.  But
perhaps the best thing about the pose was that it kept her beautifully open
and exposed.

"Elmmmh."

"Now, now, don't be so hasty.  I want to savor the moment."

I ran my fingers along the inside of her raised thigh until I came to
her sparse little bush.  Gently, I slipped two of my fingers into her pussy
while I pushed my thumb against her anus.  "You know why women have their
pussy and ass so close together, don't you?" I laughed.  "It's so you can
turn them upside down and carry them around like a six-pack." I pushed my
thumb inside her asshole, working my fingers and thumb in and out for a few
moments.

"Elmmmh."

"Yes, very good," I said, continuing to finger fuck her.  "There is an
M."

"Bdeah."

"Sorry, no B." I took my fingers out of her holes and put them to her
mouth.  "Lick them clean," I said, when she didn't do it on her own.  "The
longer you take the longer you'll stand here like this."

She hesitated for only a moment more, then stuck out her tongue and
began to lick.  When she had them more or less clean, I went to find a pair
of nipple clamps: the kind with the removable magnetic rings.  I took off
all twelve circular weights before clipping them on to her nipples.

"Ready to try again?"

"Kay."

I shook my head and held up one of the magnetic weights, making the
clamp dance for a few seconds before it flew out of my hand and clicked
onto the bottom of the clamp's round base.  "You're just not having much
luck are you?" I held up another weight, holding it this time so that when
it came close to the clamp it tugged at her nipple.  "We don't want these
to slip off," I said, tightening the clamps a little more before slowly
adding the rest of the weights; playing a while with each one.  Finally,
when I was done, I asked her if she was ready to guess again.

"Shee."

"Was that a C?"

Again she hesitated, and I could tell that she was trying to second
guess herself again, but after a moments delay she nodded her head.

"Better," I said motioning to the guard.

He wrote on the blackboard; and now it read: _ _ A N C _ _ M

With the missed letters: E, G, T, D, L, B and K.

"Owhha."

"My, my," I said going to my chest of goodies and getting a fat leather
strap and another length of rope.  I knelt in front of her and tied the end
of the rope to her ankle; then stood up with the rope still in my hand. 
"You see where I'm going with this, don't you?" I pulled the end of the
rope up towards the ankle of the leg that was suspended in the air, tugging
just enough to make her foot slip a little across the floor, so that her
weight was no longer centered quite as nicely.

Her eyes widened as she toppled forward slightly so that her leg was a
little higher in the air and the noose was supporting a little more of her
weight.  Desperately she tried to catch her balance, fighting to keep the
tip of her toe on the ground and find a new position that would relieve the
tension on the noose, but she couldn't.  It was difficult enough trying to
keep her toes on the floor, and if she let that slip out from under her she
would almost certainly be unable to get it back.

I smiled and tugged her foot a little further off center.  "You don't
have a lot of guesses left, you know.  And not much strength either, I'll
wager."

Her foot slipped a bit, and I decided to take pity on her, after all, I
didn't want our little game to end prematurely.  I pulled her leg back a
little, so that it was a little more centered; then I dropped the rope and
began to use the fat leather strap, aiming the first stroke across her
belly.  It landed with a loud crack that made me smile at the girl's
satisfying scream.

"You get twenty-five of these," I said as I planted the next one crisply
against the inside of her thighs.  The next caught her hard enough across
the back of her leg--just above the knees--that I thought her leg might
buckle.  It trembled so fiercely that if her legs had been together I'm
sure I would have heard them knocking.

Taking my time, I counted softly; soaking-in her increasingly hoarse
cries of pain, and pausing frequently to run my hands over her warm,
sweat-slickened flesh.  I concentrated between her legs, and before I was
done the inside of her thighs and her pubic mound were bright red.  I
didn't ignore her belly and breasts altogether, though, and when I struck
her breasts it made the weighted clamps dance quite nicely.

When I was done with all twenty-five strokes, I knelt down and kissed
her red and swollen lips; then said.  "It's time for another letter, slave.
I'm sure you've had plenty of time to think about which one you'll choose."

She was silent for a long time; then at last she said, "Phee."

I shook my head.  "I don't think you're going to make it," I said with a
sad, but oddly excited smile.  Although she was very pretty, she was also
an unruly slave, and there was a part of me that wanted to see the life
being squeezed out of her, but if this was her end I would definitely miss
her.  I wouldn't intercede, but I would miss her.  The suspense of not
knowing what will happen is what I enjoy most about these games.  Saving
her without cause would prove that there really wasn't any risk, and that
would ruin everything.  So despite the loss, I would let her die, if that
was how things played out.

I picked up the loose rope, which I had already tied to the leg still
touching the floor, and tied the loose end to the ankle that was suspended
in the air, making sure to pull it just tight enough to force her onto the
tips of her toes if she didn't want to choke to death.  She teetered there
precariously, the noose tightening a little more around her neck every time
she lost her balance for a few moments, but she was able to take a new
breath as soon as she righted herself again.

"You haven't even gotten half of the letters yet," I said raising my
eyebrows with mock concern.  "You'd better try a little harder."

"Ieh," she said, and this time when she spoke the noose was tight enough
around her neck to make it sound like little more than a whisper.

"Finally," I said.  "You got one!  Care to try another?"

"Ehewh."

"My, my, two in a row.  Perhaps you'll make a comeback after all."

The guard wrote on the blackboard: _ _ A N C I U M

With the missed letters: E, G, T, D, L, B, K, O, and P.

"Esss."

"Oh!  Sorry, no S." I went to the chest and got another set of those
clamps with the round magnetic weights.  This pair I attached to her labia,
adding the weights one at a time, much the way I had with the ones on her
breasts, only I didn't play around with each one quite as long.  I could
tell already that she was finding it difficult to keep on her toes, and the
weight of her body was forcing the noose to close more and more tightly
around her neck.

When I was finished, I rose and looked at her questioningly.

"Wuthvee."

"Is that a V?"

Moving her head obviously caused added discomfort, but she managed a
slight nod.

"Your getting down to the end," I said in a rather somber voice.

Looking over at the two guards, I thought about which of them I would
choose.  The smaller one was notorious for having a short sexual fuse.  The
other was an ass man, who was tall enough that he would unquestionably
support some of the girl's weight while he was fucking her.  That might
give her legs enough of a break that she would be able to keep standing for
a few more turns; but on the other hand, he was quite large and had a very
long fuse.  If I chose the first guard, the girl might not have the
strength to make another guess, even though he was quick.  And if I chose
the second man, the savagery of his assault might drain all of her energy
anyway.

Well, if it was a crap shoot anyway, I figured I might as well make it
the one who would make it last.  That way, at least I'd get the extra video
camera footage out of this thing.

So I nodded to the second guard.

He smiled gratefully as he approached, his massive cock already growing
stiffer with his anticipation.  As I'd anticipated, he walked around
behind, crouching a little as he placed his large hands on the side of the
girl's waist.  Obviously he planned to guide himself inside her with out
using his hands.  I wasn't sure that would be possible, considering his
size, even if the girl was just the right height and spread so invitingly
open for him.  As he raised up, the head of his cock pressed against the
puckered skin of her asshole, meeting with a fair degree of resistance.  He
slid his hands around a bit towards the back, so that he could use his
thumbs to spread her cheeks even further.  Just as the head of his cock
began to bury itself inside her, he rose up quickly, giving a sharp and
deep thrust.  The force of it lifted the girl's foot off the floor and she
fell forward a bit so that most of her weight was taken by the guard and
the noose around her neck.  Her face contorted in pain, but apparently the
noose was too tight or she was in too much pain, (at least for the moment),
to make any noises of protest.  The muscles in her raised leg were tightly
flexed, and that more than anything else was pulling the noose tight around
her neck.

I wondered if she was going to kill herself, but after the first several
thrusts she began to relax and the rope around her neck loosened enough to
let her breath.  She took the air in with desperate, panting gasps and then
as the guard thrust again the air was forced back out.

As each minute passed it seemed to become that much easier for the girl.
The initial sharpness of the pain became dull, and she found a rhythm that
allowed her to catch a breath here and there.  The weights on the clamps
shook and rattled as he hammered away at her, and before long they were
responsible for as much of her pain as anything else.

This went on for quite some time.

After awhile she began to tire, just as I had expected.  Although the
guard had been supporting most of her weight, she had still been exerting
herself as well.  It was hard work, trying to keep her legs raised at such
a high angle to the rest of her body; she was tiring.  The leg was, at the
very least dead weight, and although it wasn't enough to close off her
windpipe all together, it was more than enough to make it hard to breath.

Finally the guard was finished.

He pulled out and left her hanging there, flopped forward so that the
noose bore her full weight.  I didn't say anything for a few moments.

"The game isn't over," I told the guard.  "Help her back upright.  If
she can keep herself from falling there's still a chance that she might not
have to die."

For a moment, as the guard picked her up so easily and set her back
down, I thought that the girl might not be able (or willing) to make the
effort.  Then it would be all over.  But she stretched out her trembling
leg, and apparently still had just enough strength to keep herself in place
as he let go of her.

I placed my hand under her raised leg for a moment, taking some of the
weight as I leaned closer to whisper in her ear.  "That was your last
miss," I told her.  "Better make this one count if you want to live."

"Ahrr," she said quickly, just as I began to remove my hand from her
leg, and her voice was rather weak and strained.

"Oh, you lucky girl." I cupped my hand under the weights that hung from
her labia and flipped them into the air so that they tugged at her flesh
when they fell back into place.  I nodded to the guard and he wrote the
second to the last letter on the blackboard.  Now it read: _ R A N C I U M

With the missed letters: E, G, T, D, L, B, K, O, P, S, and V.

"It's really getting exciting now.  Just one more guess.  Get it right
and you live.  Get it wrong and I let the other guard fuck you.  As much as
that first one took out of you, I doubt you'd survive it."

The girl's face was growing red again.  When I let go of her leg she had
not been able to hold it up any longer.  Now she closed her eyes, and I
wondered if she'd give out and end up dying with her last guess left
unsaid. But then she closed her eyes, mustering what seemed to be the last
bit of her strength as she strained to stretch her toe out just enough to
get out the last letter.

"Ehhu."

"Excuse me?" I said, reaching out and giving the labia weights another
little jiggle.  "I couldn't quite understand you."

She tried again, her leg trembling now with the effort.  "Ehffuh," she
said.  And then her body sagged all together and the noose pulled tight
around her neck as she toppled forward once again, unable to keep herself
upright any longer.

I let her hang there for just a second, then I nodded to the guards who
wrote the last letter on the board:

F R A N C I U M

It had taken me along time to come up with the word.  And I was pleased
with how nicely everything had worked out.  She'd taken it all the way to
the wire, and ended up living to do it again another day.  I took a deep,
relieved breath.  I really did have a soft spot for this one.  It would
have been such a shame to loose her.

I nodded to the guards to help the girl down and take her to the
infirmary.  After today, I expected she might be a little less willful in
the future; a little better behaved.  If not we'd play again.  And maybe
the next time I'd pick the word Xizang.