The Slave Games Ch. 03

With two of their number down and who knew how many trials to go, let alone not knowing how long they had left, the four girls now clip clopped along in their high heels through the maze. By now they knew the unspoken rules, the system's assumptions. While the maze itself was part of the challenge it was clear that the larger 'boss fight' rooms were what they needed to worry about. Regardless, they kept an eye out for anything in the shadows, just in case.

A couple of minutes winding back and forth through the corridors and the vines began to fade away. The air became hotter, more so than in the humid jungle, and the walls around them began to be marred by soot.

Reaching the third challenge room, they were met with the same exit at the far end, this one blocked by a stone door. In the centre of the room a small pile of charcoal stood about waist high surrounded by a slight wall of stone. Though unlit, it was clear it was a firepit and placed within the firepit were three blackened rods. Between the pit and the entry there were a pair of chains hanging from the ceiling at shoulder width, and from them a padlock each.

Intrigued, Hannah stepped forward to checked the room. There were no other exits, no men lying in wait, no clues. There were only the items already mentioned, and no obvious traps. Feeling much more cautious now, she quickly inspected the chains hanging from the ceiling and found the padlocks at the end were open, with a keyhole, but no sign of a key.

Amanda and Camille were already inspecting the firepit itself, so she stepped around them and strode towards the door. Perhaps there was something there to explain this room. She was not disappointed.

She could see that the stone door had three irregularities, three indents or cutouts at different heights, and the indents looked like they could slide open. Seeing no other clues, she started to check the other walls.

"Whoa!" cried Amanda, she was shaking her hand. "The bonfire is hot, like, not boiling, but more than warm."

Camille was a lot more careful as she made to pull one of the rods out, and they watched in horror as she pulled what could be best described as a black dildo from the depths of the pit.

"Careful where you swing that Cam, you could put an eye out with that thing." And she wasn't wrong. With the width of her forearm and over a foot in length it was far larger than any of the devices that Hannah kept in the 'toybox' beneath her bed, and judging from the way Camille struggled to even hold it by the plastic handle, it had to be fairly hefty.

"Its iron, and its hot too," Camille said before plunging it back in. "Any idea how we get out of here though?"

"No clue here," Amanda said.

"There's some indents in the door, but I don't know what they do."

"There's something here on the padlocks. One says 'Poets love a...' and the other one says '...captive audience'?"

"I think one of us might have to chain ourselves up."

"Well, if nobody else has any suggestions?" Amanda once again stepped forward, but Janine held her back.

"No Amanda, you're the strongest out of us. If it turns out to be just a trap we'll have lost you. I'll go." Janine backed up her statement by unstrapping her shield and throwing it aside.

"Jan, I can ta-"

"No," she didn't wait and snapped the first lock to the cuff on her arm, "you need to save Natalie."

As soon as she shut the second lock, there was rumble at the stone door and they turned to see the three indents open. The first held clear glass, and behind it a trio of keys. The middle revealed a combination lock, Fifteen characters long and each wheel with the letters of the alphabet, along with blanks. On the right of it a button. The third finally answered their numerous questions about the challenge.

"'I fight for glory, for honour and fame, all should listen as they chant my name, but in my heart I desire most dear, a veil of white from ear to ear. Fire will reveal me, what am I?'"

A riddle.

"I fight for glory? Like a soldier?"

"No, that would be duty, not honour and fame."

"Is a veil of white what I think it is?"

"Fire will reveal me, that means the rods right?"

"Lets grab one and test around the room."

They spent about fifteen minutes searching the room without success.

"Olympic Prostitute."

"Too long. Fifteen characters."

"Gold Pornstar."

"Jesus fucking christ Amanda, could you get your mind out of the gutter."

"You suggest something then."

"Should we just try going through combinations?"

"No," Hannah said, "Its twenty seven to the power fifteen. It would take us days to go through the combinations if we tried one per second."

"Not days. Years. Millions of years," Amanda added, "Fuck it. We're losing time, I'm going to try Gold Pornstar."

"Anything just as long as it gets me down from here," Janine said.

Hannah wasn't hopeful, but lacking any other idea she helped Amanda set the words. Then stood back for her to press the button. There was a general crossing of fingers as the button clicked and the door chuddered on its hinges. Then there was a clack, they looked up to the topmost indent, the one with the keys.

And as they watched one of them fell through a hatch that opened beneath it, leaving only two keys left.

"Damn!"

"What happened guys? Did you get the keys?" Janine asked, still hanging in bondage.

"No, one of the keys just dropped down, I think we only get three guesses."

Hannah was wracking her brain, what was the answer to the riddle, how did fire reveal it? How did the hot metal rods factor in? Why did Janine have to be chained up rather tha-?

"Wait! Its Janine," she said.

"Well, we've only got two more guesses so you better be certain."

"No, not literally Janine. The password is written on her," Hannah explained.

"How did you come to that?" Camille asked, but before Hannah could respond, Janine herself answered.

"Fire will reveal the answer. Heat sensitive ink. Just get it over with so we can keep moving."

Hannah tentatively held one of the heated rods in her hand and approached Janine. She tested the temperature on the back of her hand and found it to be eye-watering, but not scalding. It would certainly hurt but she was fairly certain there would be no permanent burns, just some red welts.

Janine was putting up a brave front but they could all see her trembling as she said so. Whatever her fear however, they knew it would be the only way for any of them to escape. Hannah took Janine's shirt in hand and lifted it away from her toned waist.

Without warning she pressed the metal onto Janine's stomach, then just as quickly withdrew it. Janine yelped in reply and danced away, but the damage was done. And more importantly, it had worked, at least partially.

'kshe'

The outline of four letters could be seen along Janine's abdomen.

"Try to hold still Jan, I think we've got it."

Amanda and Camille did their best to help, holding Janine and soothing her as Hannah pulled Janine's leather pants down to get better access.

She pressed the rod in a second time and was equally rewarded.

'Cockshe' the first three letters were more faded, but clear.

"Just one more Jan okay? Can you hold in."

Janine didn't speak, and just nodded, tears streaking her face.

She pressed it in a third time, but no text came up this time. Likewise Janine didn't wince nearly as much. Hannah felt the rod with her hand. Too cold. She grabbed another and didn't wait before pressing it in again.

This time Janine screamed.

There was a clear word outlined just above Janine's vagina.

Hannah wasted no time and rushed over to the door, input cocksheath, and pressed the button in joy. The door clicked, whirred.

And another key dropped out of sight.

"It didn't work?"

"That wasn't the password. And it doesn't match the riddle either. Fuck!"

"But we've got another try, and we know how to find it now right?"

They looked at Janine. She was hanging slack in her bonds, head slumped and tears streaking her face.

"We don't have a choice do we?"

"I don't think so," Hannah gulped.

They would be torturing their friend. But if they didn't... they didn't even know how much time they had left.

"I'm sorry Jan." Amanda said. It didn't soften the blow as she rolled a rod across Janine's back.

Janine screamed as they scalded her again and again, more and more of her flesh turning reddened and sweaty. And more of her skin became irrevocably inked with lurid tattoos. But it only continued to worsen.

They ran out of visible skin fairly quickly, starting with her stomach and back exposed by her clothes, but it was only a short time before her shirt was pulled up to expose her chest. The rods pressed into her nipples made Janine writhe in agony, but the words 'Fuck' and 'Me' written on her plump breasts made no more sense in the context of the riddle than cocksheath had. They kept searching.

Hannah was the first to try below the belt, and apologised profusely, they were constantly, as she lowed her leather pants past her hips. An inappropriate tramp stamp, another proposition across her buttocks, and more exhortations to sexual utility continued down her thighs. None fit.

It ashamed her, but Hannah couldn't help but notice that her own privates were feeling a little sweaty, and her heart beat faster. She was aroused by this. Which part; torturing her fiesty little friend until she screamed, or the knowledge that she too must bear those same tattoos, that a five minute stop in a sauna would turn her into walking advertisement for sex, she wasn't sure her self.

Probably a bit of both. And that just made the guilt worse.

"I've got it. Warrior Bride," Amanda found those words tattooed across Janine's collarbone. "'I fight for glory, honour and fame,' that's warrior. 'a veil of white from ear to ear,' Bride. Warrior Bride."

Janine was barely coherent by this point, her eyes half-lidded, her body slack in its restraints. Camille pushed her clothes about and carefully rearranged them as Amanda and Hannah rushed to enter the code.

They pressed the button.

The door whirred and clicked and clunked.

And the final key dropped beyond reach.

"No..."

They'd guessed wrong.

Was Janine stuck forever?

Could they guess again? How would they get out now?

They didn't need to wait long. Not ten seconds later the hatches closed, hiding the riddle, the password, and the empty keybox. And then there was a clank behind them.

Looking back at Camille and Janine, another pair of chains had fallen from the ceiling. They needed another sacrifice.

"I'll do it," Hannah said quietly, "Just promise me you'll win this thing."

"Okay," Amanda gulped.

Ignoring Camille's protests and the increasingly despondent shrieks of Janine, Hannah walked to the chains like a prisoner to the execution block.

With foresight, she undid her leather corset, removed her cloak, and unzipped her catsuit before freeing her arms from it, something that wasn't simple with the cuffs on her arms. Only when she was standing topless, her tits swinging as she moved, did she lock herself in. After all, if she didn't they'd never be able to get at her back without ripping her clothes.

When she did the door gave a clunk, three more keys, a reset combination, and a new riddle were revealed.

"'I love a wet dream, almost as much as white cream, for taking without permission, I shall learn submission.'" Amanda read.

She steadied herself as Amanda drew closer, phallic tool in hand.

Wait.

The perverts who stuck them in here were depraved, but up until now everything had served a purpose. They could simply have chosen to make the heated rods in the shape of a dick as a degrading measure, but if they hadn't, if there was a reason for it...

"Wait." It was worth a shot, so she gestured to herself with her hands. "Put it in me. In my... you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Just do it quick okay."

Her catsuit was pulled to her knees, and she squatted willingly to spread her legs. Her privates, wet from torturing her friend, were in full view. She braced herself, this was probably, definitely, going to hurt.

It must have only been a second or two but it felt like an eternity as her flesh fried and scorched. Amanda probably hadn't even been able to push even the head of the dildo in, but Hannah's crotch screamed all the same. She was certain that she wouldn't be able to withstand that again.

She felt Amanda's fingers on her lips, pulling them gently apart. Hannah's face burned almost as much as her pussy did. And then a gasp.

"Hannah. It worked."

The password was entered, the button was pressed, the door whirrled and clacked.

And it swung open.

Quickly the two keys were brought over and Hannah was let down from her chains. They moved on to free Janine. Unfortunately, the keys that had worked to free Hannah didn't work on Janine's locks. She was stuck there.

"Please, please get me down. Please."

"I'm sorry Jan," Amanda said softly, "we don't have time."

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME! COME BACK!"

Even as Amanda and Camille stepped away from her their cheeks were wet, turning to the door even as Janine's begging wails chased them.

Hannah agreed with them, and also felt their sorrow, as Amanda helped her to the door. Time was running out, and while she had no doubt that Janine would spend the remaining time in the maze in tortuous bondage, they would free her, Tomiko, Natalie, and of course, Stacey.

But, to do that they needed to reach them, and they had only an hour, maybe an hour and a half, left. And they couldn't stop for just one of them. Not now.

As they were leaving the room the door began to swing closed again. There was only one way to go.

The last, shameful, thing Hannah did was glance at the door, and its password.

'Cumthief.' A name that was now tattooed on her, and deep down she liked it.

The air cooled, the soot blackened walls became cleaner, and they outran Janine's cries. But ahead there was another peril.

The ground became damp as they weaved through the maze. Before they knew it they were striding through a film of fluid across the floor.

From the cream colour and the way it stuck like stringy glue to their heeled boots, it was clear that it was meant to be semen. Though Hannah seriously doubted it was real, she still shuddered as it lapped over her high heel boots and squelched between her cramped toes.

Soon the level rose to their knees, splatters of goo appeared on the walls, and the ceiling began dripping globs of the stuff down on them. They avoided it where they could but all three of them got at least some splattered on them. Hannah was the best off of them, holding Janine's shield above her head like an umbrella. Camille was coping decently in her robes, but Amanda was wearing almost nothing other than a breastplate and fake leather short-shorts and was glistening like a bodybuilder.

Urgh. Dang Stacey with her corny muscle attraction.

Hannah had to keep herself from admiring Amanda's ass in her bikini shorts. It wasn't right for her to ogle her friend like this. She'd never felt this way about her before.

Time was running thin. The best they could do was keep up the pace, something that was becoming increasingly difficult as they all began to feel the strain of their high heels. Occasional winces were now par for the course, even for stoic Amanda.

The fake cum had reached Hannah's mid thigh by the time they reached the fourth challenge. Another large room, this time their exit was closed by metal bars from ceiling to floor, the raised corridor beyond clean and unspoilt. It seemed like the room was just empty.

That was, until Amanda found the deep end with her boot.

"It just drops off," she said, plunging her sword arm down. When she pulled it out, it was coated up to her shoulder. "I can't feel the bottom."

"We can all swim, right?" They all nodded.

"Nothing ventured..."

Amanda shuddered, took a deep breath, then jumped in. Without hitting the floor she sank straight into the translucent slurry, subsumed instantly and only slowly rising bubbles to mark her.

A few seconds later there was a gasp of air as she resurfaced, this time only barely recognisable. As she tread water her head sank and rose then sank again beneath the waves, gasping all the while, no doubt swallowing some in the process. Eventually she was able to swim back to them.

She looked like she'd been covered in wax, or dipped in white chocolate, and Hannah had to steady herself for a moment to resist the urge to find out how she tasted. A salty, bitter, oily mess no doubt.

"Did you find anything?" they asked her when she'd caught her breath and cleared her face.

"It gets thicker about halfway down, but there is a bottom," she coughed for a moment and spat out some cum, "its really difficult swimming in these heels, I think our best bet is to bounce off the bottom."

Hannah wasted no time and slipped into the pool.

The pressure on her catsuit was unexpected, but as it flooded up and over her neck, it flowed down her sleeves and neckline, a creeping wetness to match her sopping cunt. Then it slipped over her mouth and her breath bubbled in the slime, lingering and floating across the surface.

And the taste. The saltiness on her tongue was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she couldn't help but just take a gulp right there and then. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, so why not? She couldn't imagine she'd have even considered the thought of this before today, before the maze. Now she was literally swimming in cum.

Fully submerged and without the ability to see, she decided to let herself sink to the bottom to feel how deep it was, letting out her breath and taking another glorious slurp at the same time. She realised she'd have to be careful with how much she swallowed though, the oily semen was sitting high in her stomach and it would be very rude and positively unladylike to throw up her delicious meal.

Her heels touched the bottom of the pool, she guessed maybe one and a half times her height. She tried to reach up but she couldn't feel the surface with her hands. No matter though. She leapt up to continue hopping to the other side.

When she landed on the bottom a second time she was surprised to feel something slip under her foot, and she nearly lost her balance. Once she'd regained it instead of rising to the surface again she crouched down and reached out blindly, trying to find what it was.

Her fingers managed to brush an object about the size of the palm of her hand before she ran out of air and was forced to surface.

"Are you alright Hannah?!" Amanda yelled.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she spluttered, still blind from the slime. "There's something at the bottom. I'm trying to get it."

Without waiting for an answer she dived once more and searched again. This time she brushed it towards her and gripped it firmly. It was a dense sphere, like a small hockey ball or a gobstopper.

Reaching Amanda, she handed her friend the ball while she pulled herself up, and quickly wiped her eyes clear. Amanda definitely looked like a slime monster now, every inch of her was coated, and there was white good dribbling out of the seat of her hot-pants where it must have been caught during the swim. Hannah knew she looked little better, there was a squelchy wad of cum lodged between her breasts that she was just dying to rub in, but restrained herself in front of her friend.

"Camille?" she asked, seeing the girl still standing on the other side.

"I-I'm not sure I can do this."

"Sure you can, you just need to hold your breath and keep jumping, don't panic," Amanda reassured her.

"But its so..."

"Just think of it as mud, or yogurt. Its not real right Hannah?"

"Do you want us to come and get you?"