CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The flame that died down revealed a gate in a place I could have sworn we had already been to once. I just couldn't remember which game it had been. There was no way we would repeat a challenge. Something horribly unexpected was behind those portal halves.
The bat-wing like door opened to let us in and I recognized the room from the Old Maid game.
"In this one, our contestants must engage in a battle of wits. After a collaborative game and a pit full of cum and teamwork I present you with another individual challenge. Welcome to Punishment Chess."
In the center of the room was a low, square table with a huge chess board engraved in it. No, wait. While I wasn't a great chess fan I saw that the board didn't have enough squares. It was only a six-by-six matrix. Regardless, it was too big to use as a play table without stretching oneself all over it.
I sat down on my ass in front of the table and the others picked a side each. Igor was opposite of me, Kang to my left and Sven to my right. Three pieces appeared in front of each player. In my first rank they took up the spaces a chess board would have called C, D and E. Igor's were in flipped position, shifted left by one file. The boys' ones were mirrors of our positions. Thus everyone had equal starting options.
Mine were made of black marble with a gold foundation. I would have been impressed, but they certainly didn't intend for us to like the artwork – it was for the viewers. I saw that the others had the same pieces. How would we tell them apart once the game was happening?
Where we supposed to move the pieces? I'd have to crawl onto the table to get to the middle and beyond. Let me guess, the table was about to be covered in cum. Or on fire.
Then a small stone screen appeared in front of each person and a miniature board was carved into the table in front of me, hidden by the screen. I had to assume that the other's had their own mini-board, too. Then a replica of my pieces – and only mine – appeared on the mini-board.
"In this game, all players move at the same time. If a piece crosses the path of another, it is captured and the player gets punished. The same if a piece lands on an occupied field. If two pieces move right into each other they capture one another. The last contestant with a piece on the board wins. Every piece can be moved in a straight line. Orthogonally or diagonally. The players may move as many of their pieces as they want."
So that's why we had mini-boards. We moved the small ones and the big one would show the results of all moves. Being able to move multiple pieces made matters complicated. It was good to stay on the move at all times, but moving farther exposed me to the risk of being intercepted.
"Round one begins now."
I didn't have much time to ponder the consequences. I moved my triple sideways to the corners, assuming the others would try to charge right into each other.
"All moves have been made. Let's see the results."
It was utter chaos. Everybody had moved all their pieces. There were a lot of pile-ups. Kang had managed to intercept himself by sending one piece on a diagonal across an orthogonal path of the other one.
Both his stones burned out of existence. Igor and Sven had charged into each other in the center and Sven had also captured one of Igor's pieces. I was save. My corner-strategy had paid off.
The blond boy yelped as his punishment popped into existence. A ring through the tip of his tongue was connected by a short chain to an identical ring on his dick's frenulum. A further chain hung from that ring with a little weight, making sure the boy had to kneel hunched over to keep the weight on the ground, lest he would tear out his tongue with his own dick.
Kang fell backwards from his sitting position onto his back and shackles appeared on his ankles as well as a collar around his neck. They were connected by short chains, making him bend his knees and show his ass to us. There was no way he'd be getting up. And even then he'd just fall forward. His second punishment appeared seconds later as a demonic dick that grew out of the ground and bent to shove itself into his hole. I saw that it was dripping with something other than cum and recognized the very faint smell of the substance from the dildo race that burned like chili. Kang got fucked and whimpered pathetically.
Next was Igor who screamed in surprise as his arms were spread by a bar behind his back, with chains tying up his wrists. I heard the rattling of another chain behind him that connected the bar to his balls from behind, forcing his back into a hard arch.
This was followed by his second punishment. A burning-pain dildo emerged right under his ass and penetrated his unprepared hole. Igor screamed without shame, his veins popping in rage.
"The second round begins."
I realized my mistake. Backed into a corner, any other player could intercept me by moving just past my pieces. If I moved at all I'd at least smack right into one. I decided to make gamble. I didn't move my pieces. None. But I acted like I did.
When I saw Kang desperately claw his way towards the table, slipping on his sweaty back, I notice that Igor had no way of moving. He couldn't even act as if. His last piece was easy to capture. But I had already made my decision.
"Let's see the results of this round."
My pieces stood still. Sven had captured Igor's piece, but so had Kang with his last one. All three burned away in bright flame. Sven's second piece had moved close-by, standing in the rank opposite me.
A demon dick appeared under the hunched over Sven and fucked him furiously. Apparently the second punishment was always the same.
Kang was pulled up to his feet. The restraints made him so crouched he would have fallen on his head right away but an invisible force kept him upright. A chain appeared from the ceiling to his collar. I could see that he struggled to breathe. He had to keep all his muscles as tensely flexed as possible to stay in his current position. If he let loose he would get chocked with the pressure of his own bodyweight. Of course the demon dick didn't slow down at all.
For Igor, the third punishment wasn't breath control. Or so I thought. Long chains appeared that kept him in place by tying his collar left and right to the walls. Something dripped from the ceiling. I couldn't tell if it was piss, cum or something else entirely. It fell steadily into his mouth. As the flow turned into a constant stream I understood that the theme was indeed breath control. Igor had to swallow despite the arched back and lifted neck, or else his mouth would overflow.
I didn't understand why that was so bad. If he had to option to let the substance run off, why did he struggle hard to keep swallowing?
The answer, I saw soon, was that the dildo fucked faster as his mouth filled. Only swallowing made it go back to its regular pace.
"Round three begins. Will we have a new Punishment Chess champion this time?"
I had won. It didn't matter what Sven would do. I made my moves, cutting off his last pieces paths with two of my pieces and sending the last one straight at his. I stared intently at my mini-board, making absolutely sure I hadn't overlooked anything.
It seemed he understood and didn't even bother to move his piece.
"And the results are..."
My moves were reflected on the main board and Sven's last piece went up in flames. I got up, expecting the punishments to vanish. But instead the Scandinavian model received his third one.
First he got a collar – naturally. Then this collar became attached to a chain falling down his hunched back and hanging between his ass cheeks where a weight pulled it down. He was chocking immediately and the only way out was to bend backwards. Once the weight touched the ground, the boy could breathe again. But now, of course, his frenulum and tongue were stretched immensely. He had to lean forward again, until he was fully out of air.
I stood in place, a little dumbfounded. Kang whimpered as his whole body shivered with exhaustion. He could barely keep the tension up and his veins were popping on his bright red face. Igor couched and gargled loudly, not able to keep up without chocking on the substance. It was overflowing all over his chest and abs and now I realized that it was definitely cum.
Sven rocked back and forth slowly moaning every time he had to put stress on his tongue and frenulum.
What could I do? There wasn't even a way to help any of them.
"I'd like to say," the devilish voice said, "that you are a fantastic audience. I know. I know. I say that every time, but it's true. Let me give a huge `congratulation' to all winners so far. You deserve it. But keep some of those tokens for next time, right? As the Torture Games slowly come to a close – don't worry, we're not quite done – I hope you had as much fun as I had and as I'm sure our contestants had, too. Let me also give my gratitude to our sponsors who make these shows possible. Lastly, I want to remind you that tickets for the Festival of Darkness are already available and used Torture Game entry tickets get you a ten percent discount. And now for our friends from farther down who joined us for the first time in the Torture Games."
The voice repeated what it had said so far. At least I assumed it was a repeat. The game master spoke a harsh language sounding more animalistic than anything humans would develop. It seemed to take longer than it had in English.
At long last the punishments vanished. The three kneeling figures fell on all fours and took loud, deep breaths. The gate opened and I politely waited until they were ready to leave. Then we walked back into the sweltering heat. I was glad I hadn't been subjected to any of that.
In addition, I was the only one who didn't have to go into stress position. So I just sat around, in an ever growing puddle of my own sweat, dripping precum and saliva. It was almost relaxing.