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The Game (mmf, b&d, s&m)
By Suki

"I have a new game for you today dear," Scott stated as he walked 
into the room Susan was in.  Susan lowered the book she was reading
and stared at him, trying to assess his mood.  "Yes" Scott repeated,
"a game.  You will like this one, my dear, the stakes are quite 
high."

	Susan felt a thrill go through her at his words.  She
remembered the last game that they played.  It ended in a hot bubble
bath and a full body oil rub, to ease the aches and pains and sore
muscles from the game.   The marks remained for almost a week (she
always did bruise easily), but the feelings and sensations the
experienced during the game made it all worthwhile.

"The game," Scott continued, "goes like this. First, the stakes. If
you win you will get anything you want for the rest of the evening.
ANYTHING.   But if I win I get anything I want for the rest of the
evening.  I've been wanting a slave recently."  He smiled, and
searched her eyes for her reaction.

	Susan had started getting wet the moment he started talking.
Sitting on the couch wearing a tight pair of shorts and a tank top she
could almost feel her labia lips swelling with his words.  She waited
for him to finish his description of the game.

"The rules are as follows.  You will have two hours.  In that two
hours you must stay on our property, and try not to get caught.  If
you are caught you lose.  However, if you manage to stay uncaught for
two hours you win, and anything you want is yours."

	Susan contemplated this.  They had approximately five acres of
forest land that she could stay in.  Much of it was large, old
redwoods with empty holes that would be easy to hide in.  She knew
however, that she would have more fun moving about and trying to trick
and stay ahead of them.  She also knew that Scott was a fairly good
tracker.

"Oh, and one more thing."  Scott smirked, "I invited Mark to help me."

	Scott enjoyed watching Susan's mouth fall open at his last
announcement.  An assortment of conflicting emotions crossed her face.
Then she came to a decision.

"I'll do it."

----------- End of Part 1-The Game

		The Game (pt 2)

		by Suki


"Fine," Scott replied with confidence, "You have half an hour to
prepare.  As soon as Mark gets here we will begin.  You will have a 10
minute head start, and then we will follow you."

	Susan walked upstairs with shaky legs and hunted down her
tennis shoes and socks.  She put them on, and walked into the
bathroom.   'Better take care of business now,' she thought.  Then she
combed her hair and stared at herself.  A wide pair of green eyes
stared back at her as she contemplated her reflection.  She was only
5'3" and weighted 110 pounds.  Her frame was small, but not too small,
with long legs and a lightly tanned skin.  Her medium length brown
hair ran down to the middle of her back and was very straight.  She
pulled it back into a ponytail high up on her head.  'Good enough,'
she thought, 'at least it won't be in the way.'

	It was warm out today, no sense in wearing anything more than
what she had on.  With a last glance she walked downstairs.  Scott and
Mark, who had just arrived looked up at her as she descended the
stairs.  Susan thought she detected a brief look of approval from
Scott, and then it was gone.  He had a definite talent for masking his
thoughts.

"You have 10 minutes starting now," Scott commanded.  She stared at
both of them defiantly for a moment, and then let herself out the
front door.  

     On the porch she hesitated, staring out at the woods around her
for a moment and then turned left, went around the side of the and
vanished from sight.  Scott and Mark glanced out the window as she
vanished from sight, and then turned their backs.

"Well?" questioned Mark,  "Will we be able to catch her?"

"Absolutely no question about it," Scott answered, "But let's not
catch her too fast.  I'd like to toy with her for a while."

	He glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Come on," Scott said, "it's been 10 min."

	With the grace of a stalking cat, he turned and opened the
front door.  Mark followed quickly, coming along side of Scott.  He
did not fail to notice that on the way out Scott had grabbed a black
collar with a lock, a soft, long rope, and a matching black leash. 

-----------   End of Part 2-The Game

		The Game (pt 3)

		By Suki

	Scott and Mark walked off the porch and around the side of the
house where they had seen Susan going.  Scott looked around, and
spotting Susan's tracks, followed them into the woods, with Mark in
tow.

	Meanwhile, Susan was steadily watching them from a tree she
had climbed after carefully back-tracking her steps to where she was
perched.  She laughed softly to herself as Scott and Mark passed
directly below her.  As soon as they were passed she climbed down and
took off in the opposite direction, taking extreme satisfaction in
their misdirection.

	  She walked back around the house again, and quietly circled
the gardening shed.  Then hearing  what she thought was the sound of
Scott and Mark nearby, she froze, and peered around the side of the
shed.  Nothing.  It must have been a branch or a pine cone hitting the
ground.
	
	The next second, all hell broke loose.  In any other situation
it would have seemed funny.  Susan tripped over the cat.  Their cat,
which had been stalking around the shed after her, had come up behind
her
and rubbed against her legs.  She was startled, and whipped around to
see what it was, and tripped.  The cat let out a loud "MMMRRRROW!" of
protest and ran.  Susan also let out a sharp "Oh!" which echoed through
the forest around her.  Picking herself off of the ground, she surveyed
the damage.  She had skinned her knee, and ripped a hole in the back of
her shorts.  The hole of course, had ripped in a most incriminating    
place, across the entire back of her butt on one side.  She shook her
head mentally scolding herself for being so clumsy.  Then, knowing that
her cry must have been heard, she turned and ran toward a large clump of
trees.  Reaching the trees, she caught her breath for a moment and
pricked her ears, straining for the sound of her pursuers.  Hearing
nothing,
she continued on.

	She chose a new direction and wondered down a narrow path
surrounded by trees.  Suddenly, as she passed one of the trees, a hand
reached out and grabbed her roughly by the arm.  She gasped, managing
to surpress a scream as she was yanked toward the owner of the hand
and a jacket went over her head.

End of The Game, part 3

		The Game (pt 4)

		By Suki

"Hold still,"  Scott growled, knowing full well that she would
continue struggling anyway.  He grunted, as she managed to kick out at
him and nearly hit Mark in the shins.  He grabbed the rope off of his
belt and holding her arms over her head, tied them to each other and
then to a low hanging branch, letting her dangle so that her toes just
touched the dirt and leaves below.  Then he took the jacket off of her
head.  

	Susan glared at him, her heart still pounding rapidly from the
startling capture.  In truth, she was enjoying every moment of it, a
fact that was well known between the two of them.  Dangling there, a
the mercy of his every whim, she felt herself getting wet.  She wanted
him to use her, to make her cum, to please himself.... 

	Very deliberately, Scott reached up and pulled her tank top
out of her shorts and up, over her breasts.  He left it on her,
bunched up over her breasts, but below her arm pits.  Then he deftly
unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop down around her ankles.   The
cooling air felt good against her bare skin and she moved, ever so
slightly in the direction of his hand.  He laughed harshly and pulled
a bandanna out of his pocket which he used to blindfold her.

	Susan felt them circling her and two pairs of hands ran
fingers over her body.  The same fingers pinched her nipples until
they were as hard as pebbles, and roughly ran over her buttocks and
labial lips.  Susan could feel her juices almost running down her
legs, as she got closer and closer to climax.  Then, all hands were
withdrawn.  She moaned loudly in frustration and was rewarded with a
sharp slap on the rear.  All was quite for a few moments as she
wriggled in frustration, trying unsuccessfully to bring herself to
orgasm.

Whish-crack!  The sound came slowly like the whistling of the wind,
and then the crack like thunder.         

End of Part 4- The Game
 
		The Game (pt 5)

		By Suki

	Susan jumped instinctively at the sound although she was not
able to identify it.  A moment later it came to her, as the pain from
the branch stroke seared it's way across her bottom.  He had hit her
with a clean branch he had borrowed from a nearby tree.  The pain
spread through her body as a welt raised on her bottom.  Whish-crack!
The branch fell again and again until the lines on her bottom chris-
crossed and connected.

	Instinctively, she spread her legs.  The pain and the heat
coursing through her body inflamed her desire and made her feel empty.
She wanted to feel Scott (or anyone!) inside of her so much, it was
almost more painful than the branch.  She wanted him to thrust into
her hard, over and over to bring her over the edge of orgasm.  But he
didn't.  He knew what she wanted.  And he wanted to let her wait.
	
	Before she even knew what was happening the whipping had stopped
and her hands were untied.  She stood there uncertain, waiting to see
what would happen next.  Nothing happened.  The woods around her were
silent.  Hesitantly she reached up and pulled off the blindfold.  She
was alone.  Confused, she looked around and looked at her watch.  There 
was still 20 minutes on the clock.  They must be giving her another
chance to escape and win. 

	Quickly, she took off in the direction of the house.  Susan
carefully circled the house, looking for any sign of Scott and Mark.
She did not see them anywhere.  She looked at her watch again.  Only 5
more minutes and she would be the winner!  Susan contemplated that as
she stared toward the house.  Did she really want to win?  When she
through about it, she decided that she really did not want to.  She
wanted to lose.              

	She was so lost in her thoughts and fantasies, she never even
heard Mark come up behind her, until he grabbed her wrists.  She
yelped with the sudden shock and he twisted her wrists behind her back
and held them tightly together.  

"That's not fair," she muttered, feebly, trying not to show the fact
that he'd scared the dickens out of her.

"Who ever said life was fair," he answered, grinning at her.  "Now
come on."

"Where are we going?" Susan questioned.  Mark didn't answer, he simply
grinned evilly at her and propelled her toward the house.  
