Maeve and Kim find themselves kidnapped and forced to participate in a very peculiar game show
Kidnapped For A Game Show
Maeve stared at the little notches on the side of the bunk bed, and ran her finger over the lacerated wood. ‘So that’s day five?’ She asked.
‘Minimum.’ Kim said. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her knees pulled up to her chest as if she was hugging her own legs. The long brown hair was hanging in front of her best friends face in greasy peaks.
‘But how did we end up here?’ Maeve asked. She frowned and tried to think back. She had some vague memories about going to work, going out for drinks with Kim, and afterwards doing some drunken online shopping. What did she buy again. ‘Maybe they slipped something in our drinks,’ she said.
‘Oh stop it.’ Kim sighed and hid her face in her knees. ‘We’ve been over this, neither of us remembers anything, they drug us, they drug us constantly, they wipe our memories or feed us amnesiacs or something. We don’t know anything.’
‘Well we know we’ve been here five days.’ Maeve said gesturing towards the notches.
Kim shrugged.
Maeve got up from the bed and sat down next to her, she put her arm around Kim’s shoulder. Her forehead resting against Kim’s cheek. Kim had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, they basically grew up together, they were inseparable all through high school and University and now they even worked at the same company.
‘At least we’re together.’ Maeve whispered softly while stroking the back of Kim’s head. At loud banging sound ruined the moment. Maeve jumped up and pressed herself against the wall. The door swung open. A crude man stood in the doorway, he had brown shoulder length hair and a ragged beard, he was holding some sort of cattle prod in his hand. Then again he was dressed in a fairly expensive suit.
‘You.’ He said pointing with the cattle prod to Kim. ‘Come with me.’ Meekly Kim hoisted herself up from the floor and in her thin see-through night gown she sauntered towards the man, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and wanted to guide Kim out of the room.
‘Nooo!’ Maeve yelled. She jousted at the door, the guy pointed the cattle prod at her and zapped her. A painful electric pulse through her left arm. He closed the door and locked it. Maeve kicked and banged against the door, she was screaming for the guy to come back, to take her instead of Kim and a moment later he was back again.
‘Well come on then,’ He said as he opened the door. Maeve darted into the hallway, it was dim lit and dusty, she looked around for Kim or for a way to escape. The guy pushed her forward and opened a door at the end of the hallway. Kim was already sitting there naked and gagged and tied down on a chair and now Maeve was pushed in the empty chair across from her friend. She was forced to undress as well and then she was tied down too.
When she was securely strapped to the chair the guy started to tie a harness around her hips, placing a Hitachi against her pussy and a moment later he gave her friend the same hip harness.
He clapped his hands when he was done. ‘Play time.’ He said. ‘Who will win this one?’ He gestured towards a white board on the wall, that Maeve only now noticed. In a schedule with sloppy lines, there were marks tallying the score between her and Kim. Evidently they’d been here for much longer than five days. When Maeve looked around the room she saw there were cameras set up all around them, and lights dangled from the ceiling. They seemed to be in some sort of studio.
The guy was fidgeting with his computer and then put a quick man bun in his hair. ‘And... we’re... live. Hello, welcome back everybody.’ He said facing one of the cameras. ‘Today it’s time for the ultimate Kimmy and Mae-mae show-down, so place you’re bets now, who do you think is going to win this challenge? In a moment I will put the Hitachis on, put our favorite dust masks on their faces and gently start dripping some chloroform. Who’s going to orgasm? And who’s going to pass out instead?’
He was talking like a game show master making wild arm movements, commenting on their performance in previous challenges. ‘So far 66 percent of the people think you’re going to win Mae-mae, how do you feel about that?’ He briefly put his hand on top of Maeve’s head, but he didn’t expect her to say anything back. ‘Come on.’ He said towards the camera, ‘You’ve got one more minute to make sure you placed those bets and then we’ll start the match. Let’s get those dust masks out.’
There was so much Maeve wanted to say, but because of the gag no sound escaped her mouth, she pulled on her bounds and struggled, although she knew it would probably all be in vain. ‘Look at that our Mae-mae is in a feisty fighting mood, today, but don’t count out Kimmy yet, she’s quiet because she’s mentally preparing herself, she’s meditating I bet.’
He got out two dust mask and with a rubber band he strapped them to their faces.
‘Okay, let’s count down. 10. 9. 8...’ When he reached zero, the Hitachis turned on. An intense vibration was traveling through the entire chair, through her body. The humming head pressed into her pussy and almost immediately her pussy started to get warm and throbbing. She didn’t want to enjoy it but she simply couldn’t help herself.
‘They’re both off to a great start. Mae-mae has that determined look on her face that we came to know and love over these past few weeks, she’s already panting. But Kimmy is catching up, did I hear a little moan there? Yeah, ladies and gentleman Kimmy is the first one to moan tonight. Who thinks it’s time for the first dose of chloroform? Show me some love in the comments if you want me to douche those masks already.’
Theatrically he pulled a little brown bottle out of his pockets, he filled up an eyedropper and then while still commenting as if he was some sort of sports caster he dropped a few drops on each of their masks.
At first Maeve didn’t quite notice any difference besides a slightly sweet smell filling up her nostrils, but as the drops kept on coming it was harder to focus on the world around her. His voice was ringing in his ears as and then she started to feel lightheaded and dizzy as if she’d drank to much.
The vibrating Hitachi was still working her and she was loosing her inhibitions quickly. She was moaning and panting, her hips seemed to be twitching in their bounds. Her vision blurring and her head was feeling heavier and heavier as she was nid-nodding.
Yet her horniness was building up. The Hitachi was unrelentingly claiming her arousal, it was almost as if she was surfing on a wave of pleasure, just waiting for the wave to crash.
A loud moan sounded and through the blur of the haze she saw that Kim was shaking in her chair, while moaning loudly, moaning helplessly.
‘Ladies and Gentleman, we have a winner!’ The guy yelled excitedly into the camera. And although the match appeared to be over, the chloroform soaked dust-mask was still on her face and the Hitachi was still going. The more she started panting and writhing in her chair, the more chloroform she inhaled and the more intoxicated she felt.
The world was shrinking down to just her own body tied down to the chair, shrinking even further, just her pussy and the Hitachi, even further just that warm tickling sensation in between her legs and then it was all out of her control. Her hips started rocking and she was orgasming intensely. Overwhelmingly intense and after then the world just turned black.
‘When she woke-up she was still tied down in the chair, but the mask and the Hitachi were gone. The guy rolled some cable onto his arm and was tidying the studio. Maeve blinked a few times and then looked at Kim, who was coughing and groaning in her chair and waking up too.
‘So.’ He said as he came towards them. ‘We’ve made 1.2K today girls, not bad.’ He smiled as he briefly put his hand on Kim’s knee. ‘So now it’s time for your reward. Kimmy won, so she’ll get the special happy injection today.’ He prepared the syringe and dragged the needle over the skin on Kim’s bicep. ‘It’s about time you get another happy injection, isn’t it? Because we don’t want you to became lethargic and depressed from withdrawal, do we? No, we don’t. No!’ He pressed the needle through the skin and released the drug into Kim’s arm. Kim let out a sigh and euphoric satisfaction passed over her face as she melted in her chair, a little smile playing around her lips.
‘Good girl.’ He said as he soothingly stroke Kim’s hair. He lifted the head and gave her a little kiss on the mouth, while his hand found it’s way in between her legs and fondled the pussy. Maeve was left just staring at his back. Eventually he turned towards her. ‘And the loser just gets plain cheep old sleeping meds, doesn’t she? Yeah she does.’ He prepared another syringe and pressed the needle through Maeve’s arm. He plunged the drug into her body and a moment later she was overcome by drowsiness, she was fighting the sleep but she simply couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Her head slumped forwards and her eyes closed shut.