Lucy.
05-10-2009, 01:49 AM
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.
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.