Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

  “It’s your turn now, dear,” Greta said, adding, “if you have the strength to flick the spinner, that is.”

  Debbie spun a four, so her co-player was Wanda.

  Greta read the next card in the stack then cried, “Excellent! I love to show off the products from my catalogue.” She stood and opened the sliding glass door, grabbing an object which was leaning against the wall of the patio. After she closed the door and came back to the sofa, the girls saw that she was holding a foot-long wooden rod with half a dozen long leather tassels dangling from the end. “This is one of our simpler devices,” she explained. “The design is hundreds of years old, actually. Simple yet effective.” She swung the whip down, the tassels making a sharp crack! as they struck the arm of the sofa. “But I’ve found that leaving the device out in the cold before it’s used adds a little extra bite…frost bite, you might say.” Greta chuckled then turned to Debbie. “So, my dear, would you like to receive three lashes with this, or would you rather have Wanda receive ten lashes?”

  “Holy shit,” Wanda mumbled, rubbing her forehead.

  Debbie shot a nervous glance at the older woman, then said, “I want her to do it.”

  “Just what I figured,” Wanda said from behind her hand.

  “Please stand up, Wanda,” Greta said.

  The woman slid her hand from her face then turned and looked at the front door to the suite.

  “Are you pondering an escape?” Greta asked. “Because I’d love to see you wrestling with Victor out there in the hallway. The other guests would probably get a thrill from it as well.”

  “What if I just say no?” Wanda asked. “What if I keep my fat ass right here on this sofa and refuse to get up?”

  Greta sighed. “Then I would call the hotel manager, who would then call the police. Hotel security would detain you until they arrived, and then you would be arrested. But if you think spending several years in jail is better than taking a few lashes on the ass, then by all means, remain seated.”

  The other woman mumbled under her breath then stood up. “What am I supposed to do?”

  Greta pointed at the chair facing the sofa. “Bend over and put your hands on the seat.”

  Wanda’s cheeks went a deep red. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of three girls young enough to be her daughter. With a sigh, she went to the chair and bent over it, placing her palms flat on the cushion. Her big, saggy tits hung down from her body and her big ass was now aimed straight at the girls. A few stray brown hairs peeked out from the juncture of her thighs.

  Greta studied the other women. “Nina, I believe you should do the honors. After all, it was Wanda who sent you crawling down that hallway in the nude.”

  Nina shot up off the couch. “Sure, I don’t mind.” The nude girl took the whip from Greta’s hand then stood behind Wanda. Both women had big tits and curvy asses, but otherwise their bodies couldn’t be more different. Wanda had a deep tan except for her bikini lines, while Nina’s body was white as snow. Wanda had no tattoos while Nina was covered with them. Wanda’s bleached hair was so blonde it was nearly white, while Nina’s was as black as the night sky.

  “So…what do I do?” Nina asked.

  “It’s not rocket science, dear,” Greta answered. “A flick of the wrist is all it takes. Just aim for that big white ass, and let the whip do all the work.”

  Nina spread her legs, planted her feet, then swung the whip down. The cold leather tassels made a smacking sound as they lashed across Wanda’s ass, and the older woman cried out as her whole body shook. Without hesitation, Nina flicked the whip again and again. Red lines quickly sprang up on the white skin on Wanda’s ass, and the woman’s big tits jiggled every time Nina brought the whip down. After the tenth stroke, Nina handed the device back to Greta and grinned. “Wow. That felt kind of good.”

  “I’m sure it did,” Greta agreed. “Although Wanda here might offer an opposing viewpoint.”

  The older woman was still hunched over the chair, her body trembling. Her pale white ass was now striped with long red marks. She finally straightened up and turned around, then wiped the tears roughly from her face. “Fuck all y’all,” she muttered, then she glared at Nina, who was back on the sofa. “And just you wait, missy. When that spinner lands on your number, I’m gonna laugh my ass off.”

  “You mean that flabby ass?” Nina asked, pointing. “The one that’s stinging like a bitch right now?”

  “You little cunt! I ought to—”

  “You ought to take your seat so the game can continue,” Greta warned.

  Wanda glared at Nina for a few more seconds, then went back to the couch. She grimaced when her burning ass first touched the cushions, then finally turned sideways until her hip was resting on the sofa instead.

  “If this little pissing contest is over, Nina, you may go ahead and spin,” Greta said.

  Nina did, and got a one. Her co-player was Katherine.

  “Oh, my,” Greta said, reading the card. “I was hoping for a chance to try this trick.” She went to the sliding door again and fetched another item from the patio, this time returning with a small plastic tray. “My catalogue is filled with the most modern and sophisticated sex toys on the planet,” she began, “but sometimes it’s fun to play around with simple items, too. And as I said before, the frozen landscape here put all sorts of wicked new ideas in my head.” She tilted the tray towards the women; inside was an icicle about as long as a carrot, but rounded on the end like a cigar.

  “What in the world is that?” Katherine asked, fear already creeping onto her face.

  Greta said, “That is what you get when you fill a very sturdy condom with water and then leave it outside to freeze. Once I peeled the condom off, I was left with this…an ice cock!”

  “Oh my god,” Katherine moaned.

  “This is your challenge, Nina,” Greta continued. “Would you rather take this up your pussy for thirty seconds, or have Katherine take it up her ass for thirty seconds?”

  “I always said you were a tight ass,” Nina told Katherine, laughing. “Maybe this’ll loosen you up!”

  “You bitch,” Katherine spat.

  “Well, you don’t think I’m putting that thing up my cunt, do you?”

  “So you choose Katherine to take the challenge?” Greta asked.

  “Absolutely.”

  “On your hands and knees, please,” Greta instructed.

  “This is out of control,” Katherine told Debbie. “We did not agree to do shit this like!”

  “Please, Kathy…I know it’s awful, but…I mean, I had to put ice on myself, too…”

  “You didn’t have to stick it up your ass!” the other girl wailed. “Do you know how gross that is?”

  “Actually, I’ll be doing the sticking,” Greta corrected. “You girls seem very emotional right now, and in cases like this it’s better to have a steady hand at the helm.”

  “We’re almost done with the second round,” Debbie said. “After this, there’s only one round left. Let’s just get this over with so we can get out of here.”

  “So you can get to your stupid wedding, you mean.”

  “Kathy, please!”

  Greta said, “I hate to rush you, dear, but the warm air in this room is detrimental to my little toy here.”

  Katherine spun to face her, her mouth a grim slit. “Do you think I care about—”

  “Get down,” Greta interrupted, her voice cracking like a whip. “Now.”

  The girl sat perfectly still for a moment, then she slid off the couch and lowered herself to the floor. On her hands and knees, Katherine’s nude body looked thinner and more fragile than ever. But her face was a stone mask, defiant, like a queen who had been captured and tormented by her subjects, but she wouldn’t dream of letting the common people see her squirm.

  Greta knelt beside her and scooped the phallic icicle out of the tray. It was already slick with melting water, some of which dripped down Greta’s wrist as she took her posit
ion.

  “Please be careful with that,” Katherine muttered. “I don’t…ahhhhh!”

  The girl wailed once as Greta pushed the tip of the cold, slick object into her rectum, then she fell silent. The thing was so slippery that Greta had no problem burying half of it in Katherine’s ass on the first push, then she tapped the end with the palm of her hand until only the last two inches protruded outside. Katherine’s eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth stretched open in a silent scream. The thing was so cold that it burned, her asshole stinging so badly she could barely think.

  “T-take it out,” she managed to say, her teeth chattering.

  “Twenty seconds left,” Greta informed her.

  “P-p-please…I can’t…”

  “Of course you can. Just be patient.”

  It felt like a frozen steel rod had been crammed up Katherine’s ass. The cold should have numbed her, but the stinging sensation was so bad that she could feel it all through her body now.

  “P-p-please.”

  “Only ten seconds left. Be a big girl, darling.”

  Katherine’s arms and legs were shaking badly now—so bad she nearly collapsed face-first on the carpet—but then Greta suddenly yanked the icicle out of her ass and the freezing sensation slowly ebbed away. Katherine moaned as she rubbed her sore ass, which was cold and damp now.

  “Excellent!” Greta exclaimed, placing the icicle back in its plastic tray then grabbing a blanket from the arm of the sofa to dry her hands on. “I’d say my little experiment was a success, don’t you agree?”

  Katherine pulled herself back onto the sofa, wincing as she sat down again.

  “I’m really—” Debbie began.

  “Shut up,” Katherine interrupted. “I don’t feel like talking.”

  Nina nudged Debbie and said, “Fist she had a cold asshole, now she is a cold asshole.”

  “You too,” Katherine hissed. “Once this is over…”

  “Please control yourselves so we can finish the second round,” Greta said. “Wanda, it’s your turn to spin.”

  Wanda cackled when the spinner landed on three. “You’re gonna regret that whipping you gave me,” she told Nina. The younger girl just sighed and looked away.

  Greta scanned the next pink card in the stack. “How lovely. Since this is the last challenge to utilize our winter landscape, it’s fitting that this card came up.” She pointed outside, toward the hot tub area. “Ladies, do you see that nice, fluffy snowbank at the edge of the patio? Victor tested it with a stick earlier today, and it’s nearly four feet of nothing but soft snow. So Wanda, your challenge is this; would you rather lie down naked in that snowbank for a full minute, or would you rather have Nina jump in the hot tub and then lie down in the snowbank for a minute?”

  “You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart,” Wanda answered with a laugh. “This little tattooed bimbo’s about to go for a swim.”

  “At least the hot tub is…well, hot,” Debbie murmured to her friend. “That should help keep you warm, right?”

  Greta said, “Actually, I asked Victor to shut off its heat before we started our game. By now, that water is probably lukewarm at best.”

  Nina bit her lip as she stared outside. “But if I’m wet when I lay down in that snow…oh my god, I’m gonna freeze solid.”

  “You can always think warm, toasty thoughts,” Greta offered with a smile.

  “Like I told Katherine,” Debbie continued, “Let’s just get this over with so we can get out of here!”

  “Easy for you to say,” Nina mumbled as she stood up. She walked to the sliding door and peered out, arms crossed over her chest. “There’s a bunch of guys outside!” she blurted. “Look, over there by the bar!”

  Greta came over for a look. Three men in winter coats had stepped outside the bar to smoke, laughing and talking as they stood beneath an awning that protected them from the snowfall. They were only thirty feet away from the hot tub area, and no walls or trees blocked their view of it.

  “We have to wait until they go inside,” Nina begged.

  “On the contrary,” Greta said. “Having an audience makes this challenge much more fun!”

  “Please don’t make me—”

  “This is what you’ll do,” Greta interrupted. “Go to the hot tub and jump in, all the way up to your neck. Then get out and lay on that snow bank as if it were a big, comfy bed. Stay there until I signal you to come in again. If you don’t follow these instructions exactly, I won’t open the door for you at all and you can run around naked until some other kind soul lets you inside. Do you understand?”

  Nina stuttered and stammered as Greta slid the door open, but before she had the chance to reply, the older woman shoved her outside. Nina nearly slipped and fell on the icy concrete, her big tits jiggling as she stumbled forward, but she caught herself at the last minute. Snow poured down on her naked body as she crouched with her arms across her chest, doing her best to hide from the men outside the bar. Greta’s patio was in the shadows, but the hot tub area was ringed with tall lamps. She would be lit up like a performer on a stage the minute she got close to it. But the longer she stood there stalling, the colder she got. She had to get it over with, one way or another.

  Arms still over her chest, Nina fast-walked to the hot tub and stepped in. She winced as her legs sank up to her knees; just like Greta said, the water was barely lukewarm by now. Nina took another step and fell forward, the bottom of the hot tub much deeper than she expected. Her head went under and she came up sputtering, wet hair hanging in her eyes. When she climbed out of the hot tub, the cold air hit her wet body like an arctic blast. Shivering, she dashed to the snow bank and collapsed backward into it, gasping as her wet skin made contact with the snow. It was so deep that it nearly covered her entirely, like a white fluffy blanket. Needles of pain jabbed her from her ankles to her shoulders, and her entire back and ass felt like they were burning with cold.

  Nina turned her head and glanced at the sliding door. Greta stood there with her arm raised, eyes flicking back and forth between her wristwatch and Nina. The girl’s teeth chattered madly. She could feel the hot tub water freezing on her, like a cold, hard layer of extra skin. Ripples of pain washed over her body, a mad sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her finger and toes were numb, her nipples frozen, and even her pussy—sunk deep in the snow—felt cold and clammy.

  The girl was too cold to think, almost too cold to breathe. All she could do was sit and shiver, thin puffs of steam escaping her lips. Her wet hair was already turning hard and brittle, tiny icicles forming in it. Snow poured down from the sky, coating her face and her tits. Nina could hear her teeth chattering, a sound like tiny drumsticks on a plastic table.

  Then, mercifully, Greta nodded at the girl and motioned for her to come back. Nina’s arms and legs were so frozen she could barely pull herself upright again, and she had to shake the wet snow off her body before she took the first step. As she did, she heard laughter from the direction of the bar. Shit! The three men had finally noticed her!

  “Hey, baby, did you forget something?” one of them called out. “Like maybe your bathing suit?”

  “Give me five minutes to finish my beer and my cigarette and I’ll meet you in the hot tub!” another one yelled.

  Despite the freezing cold, Nina felt heat rushing to her cheeks as she staggered toward Greta’s room, arms crossed over her chest. Her legs felt like blocks of wood, and her curvy ass prickled with pins and needles from sitting in the snow. The men laughed as she made her way back inside, clumps of snow falling from her naked body. As Greta closed the sliding door, Nina rushed to the roaring fireplace and sat on the stone hearth, leaning so close to the fire that the flames were only inches from her skin. Debbie tried to ask if she was okay, but Nina just shook her head and refused to speak until she had finally stopped shivering.

  “Use this,” Greta said, handing the girl a towel. “I’d prefer that you didn’t drip all over my nice sofa.”

  Nina
rubbed the towel roughly over her skin and her hair, then she finally rose on shaky legs and took her spot on the sofa again.

  Debbie said, “Are you—”

  “I’ll tell you one thing,” Nina interrupted. “This goddamn wedding of yours better be the most beautiful one in the history of the world.”

  Debbie hung her head and stared at the carpet.

  “Congratulations, ladies,” Greta said. “You’ve made it through round two. That means there’s only one round left to play.” She picked up a new stack of pink cards, which had a thick black stripe along one edge. “But I’ll warn you, the final round is the most intense one of all.”

  “You don’t think what we already did was intense?” Wanda asked with a little snort.

  “In a way…but while round two focused on pain, round three focuses on pleasure.” Greta smiled and crossed her legs, rubbing her knee with one slim, manicured hand. “But whether that pleasure belongs to you or to me remains to be seen.”

  * * *

  Greta refilled everyone’s glasses and said, “I recommend you girls have another drink first. It helps to go into this round with a relaxed attitude.”

  They all took a healthy sip—Nina and Wanda actually drained their glasses—but none of the women looked the least bit relaxed as the final round began.

  Again, Katherine was the first to spin. The arrow landed on four, making Wanda her co-player.

  Greta scanned the first card in the new stack then said, “Lovely. Another chance to show off my wares.” She fetched a black duffle bag from behind the sofa, unzipped it, and pulled out two strange-looking devices.

  “What the hell are those?” Katherine muttered. “Some kind of dildo?”

  “Did you grow up in a convent or something?” Nina asked. “It’s called a strap-on. Dykes wear them when they do each other.”

  “You sound like an expert,” Katherine shot back.

  “Better than being a fucking prude.”

  “Ladies, please,” Greta said. She held up the first device, which was seven inches long and made of smooth pink rubber with a series of black straps dangling from it. “Now, then. We call this one the Smooth Operator. It’s a fairly basic model, designed to replicate your average, run-of-the-mill cock.” Then she raised the second device, which made Katherine and Debbie gasp. It was longer, fatter, and covered with various bumps of different sizes. The fact that it was made from green rubber made it look even stranger. “And this one is called the Creature, for obvious reasons,” Greta explained, holding the bizarre device by one of its straps. “And it’s obviously from our more…advanced line. Some customers love it while others are terrified of it.”