Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

  Debbie glanced at the cock in front of her face then quickly looked away again. It was much larger than her fiancé’s…bigger than anyone she’d ever been with, in fact…and since she didn’t enjoy oral sex to begin with, she had no idea how she could go through with this.

  “Down the hatch, dear,” Greta said. “We’re all waiting.”

  Shuddering, Debbie inched her head forward and slowly opened her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was doing this two days before her wedding! She cringed as her lips bumped the head of Victor’s cock, then she parted them a little more and took his cock head inside her mouth. It was warm and spongy, the tip already salty with pre-cum. As she tasted that first bitter drop of liquid on her tongue, Debbie yanked her head back and wiped her mouth roughly.

  Greta sighed. “Can we please skip all the begging and pleading for once? If I hear one more person say I just can’t do it! I’m going to lose my patience.”

  Crying harder now, Debbie leaned forward and opened her mouth again. This time Victor put a hand on the back of her head as he jammed his cock into her mouth, holding the girl still as he pushed it all the way inside. Debbie struggled to get away, but Victor’s hand was like a vise on the back of her head. She gagged and sputtered as half of Victor’s cock vanished into her mouth, the head of it bumping the entrance to her throat.

  “Keep going, Victor,” Greta commanded. “Debbie’s challenge is to deep throat the entire package.”

  Debbie gripped Victor’s thighs, her eyes shut tight, tears streaming down her face. Victor kept pushing, his cock inching its way down her throat now. The girl snorted air through her nose, barely able to breathe. She clawed the man’s thighs weakly, but he ignored her. Victor hadn’t gotten laid in several days, and he could already feel a tingling sensation building up in his balls. Debbie’s mouth was warm, her throat so tight, that he didn’t know how much longer he could last. But he kept pushing, slow but steady, until his large, hairy balls were pressed to Debbie’s chin. The girl was still struggling weakly, soft whimpering sounds escaping from her lips.

  That extra motion of the girl’s mouth was all it took. Victor groaned and gripped Debbie’s head with both hands as a fountain of cum spurted out of his cock and down the poor girl’s throat. She squealed and sputtered, fighting to pull away as the thick, salty liquid coated her throat and tongue. The girl finally wrenched her head out of Victor’s grip, coughing and hacking. But Victor wasn’t finished, and a final blast of cum splattered across Debbie’s cheek and nose as she knelt on the floor gagging. The chauffer let out a long, deep sigh then bent to pull up his pants. Debbie was still on the ground, trying to spit the cum out of her throat. Threads of the white stuff dangled from her lips and chin, which were sticky and shiny with it.

  “Oh my god,” she muttered as Victor left the room. “Th-that was awful. I think I’m gonna throw up.”

  “Don’t you dare, or I’ll rub your face in it,” Greta warned.

  Debbie’s head shot up, eyes wide. Whimpering, she wiped her mouth with her hand then crawled back to the sofa and took her place between Nina and Katherine. Neither girl even looked at the bride-to-be as she sat there with tears and cum on her face.

  “And now we’ve reached the final challenge,” Greta declared. “Wanda, you have the honor of spinning for the last time.”

  The woman did, but the arrow landed on four, her own number. Huffing, Wanda flicked the spinner again but it landed on four a second time.

  “Wait!” Greta said, flinging up a hand. “This is quite a rare occurrence, and it might signal a change in the rules!”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Wanda drawled.

  “If a player spins their own number three times in a row, the rules of that challenge are altered. I didn’t bother to explain it in the beginning because it’s only happened once or twice in the history of the game.”

  “Well…is that good for me, or bad for me?” Wanda asked.

  “You’ll just have to wait and see. If I told you now, you might try to manipulate the spinner unfairly.”

  “Wonderful,” Wanda moaned. She flicked the spinner again, watching intently as it came to rest on the number four once again.

  “How exciting!” Greta chirped, clapping her hands. “And now I can tell you, Wanda, that this rare feat is a good thing for you. It means you get to pick the person who will be your co-player this round.”

  Wanda stared at Nina first, still angry at the other girl for treating her so roughly with the strap-on. But then her eyes wandered to Debbie and she said, “You know what? Since this little bimbo is the one who’s been pushing everybody else to finish the game for her sake, I think she ought to step up for the last challenge.”

  “Are you crazy?” Debbie asked. “Didn’t you see what I just did?”

  “Everybody saw it. But before that, you had it pretty easy. I think it’s time you caught up with the rest of us.”

  “I agree,” Katherine said in a monotone, and Nina nodded her head too.

  Debbie raised her hands then flopped them back down in her naked lap, hopeless.

  “Now then, “Greta said, reading from the next black-striped card, “Wanda, would you rather lick another woman’s pussy…or make Debbie lick another woman’s asshole?”

  Wanda and Nina both chuckled while Katherine’s stony face never changed. Debbie’s mouth opened as the girl sobbed in silence.

  “I think you already know the answer,” Wanda said. “It’s Debbie.”

  Smirking, Greta stood and reached for Debbie’s hand. “Rise up, dear.”

  Debbie took the offered hand, then she wiped her face roughly with her other hand as she looked at each of the women in turn. “You’re all bitches!” she spat. “I hate all of you!”

  “Oh, do calm down,” Greta said, leading the girl to the spot on the carpet where she had just been kneeling. “Down on the floor again, dear. No, on your back this time. Yes, that’s it. Just lie down like you’re taking a nap.”

  “You gonna call a maid or something?” Wanda asked.

  “No,” Greta answered, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her black leggings. “Watching you girls play has gotten me quite hot and bothered. This is my chance to get some relief before I bid you farewell.”

  The other women watched open-mouthed as Greta pushed her leggings down and stepped out of them, revealing long, slim legs that were as pale as ivory. She wore nothing beneath the leggings, her bald pussy and her firm ass now on full display. Debbie stared up in horror as the older woman straddled her, then Greta lowered herself down until her curvy ass was resting right on top of Debbie’s mouth. When she looked down between her thighs, all Greta saw was Debbie’s nose and a pair of frightened blue eyes.

  “Since I’m guessing you’re inexperienced at this, I’ll give you a few pointers,” Greta said, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks further apart. “Don’t lick as if you’re eating an ice cream cone. I want to feel your tongue up inside me. Come on, dear, we don’t have all day. Yes, that’s it. Now push it farther. Very nice.”

  Debbie’s eyes were shut tight now, and she had to fight to keep from gagging at the sour taste of the other woman’s ass. Greta began moving her hips, sliding her rump back and forth across Debbie’s chin. “Push it further inside,” she ordered. “Use it like a cock. Fuck me with it. Oh yes, that’s it.”

  Debbie had no idea what she was doing. All she wanted was to get Greta off her face as soon as possible. Greta kept grinding her hips, then she reached down between her legs and started playing with her clit. Meanwhile, Wanda and Nina watched the action with a mixture of horror and fascination while Katherine stared at a corner of the room, shaking her head in disgust.

  “Keep pushing,” Greta said, moving her hips faster as she dug a finger into her pussy. Debbie could smell the other woman’s musty cunt just inches from her nose, and the mixture of that smell and the taste of Greta’s ass was making her sick to her stomach. The older woman was really grinding hard against Debbi
e’s face now, and the girl could barely breathe. After another minute or two had passed, Debbie started seeing stars behind her closed eyelids. I can’t do this anymore! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

  But just when Debbie thought she would pass out, Greta let out a low, strangled cry and her entire body shuddered. Terrified, Debbie kept her tongue thrust out while Greta moaned and gasped above her, then she finally pulled it back in her mouth as the older woman went quiet. “Oh, I feel so much better now,” Greta breathed. “Nicely done, my dear.” She stood up, pulled her leggings back on, then reached for her cell phone. Victor stepped inside moments later.

  “And that, my darlings, is the end of our little game,” Greta announced. “Victor, please collect their clothes.”

  “What’s happening here?” Katherine asked as the chauffer bent in front of the sofa, scooping up all the sweaters, pants, and underwear. “The game is over. Why can’t we get dressed?”

  “I’ve had a few problems recently at the end of my games,” Greta explained. “Some of the players have been a little…disgruntled, shall we say. Now I prefer to remain in control until everyone is safely on their way.” She handed Victor a large duffle bag, and the chauffer stuffed all the clothes inside then zipped the bag up. “Now then. As promised, Victor will be driving you ladies to Denver. The hotel maids have already packed your belongings, and your bags have been loaded into the back of my Humvee limousine. Feel free to help yourselves to the liquor and snacks along the way. You four should enjoy a very comfortable drive to the airport.”

  “But what about our fucking clothes?” Nina asked, pointing to the duffle bag slung over Victor’s shoulder.

  “You’ll get those back once you’re in the vehicle, which is idling outside the resort’s front door as we speak.”

  “And how the hell do we get there from here?” Wanda asked. “We’re totally naked!”

  “Down the hall and through the lobby,” Greta explained, grabbing the other woman by the shoulders and guiding her toward the door. “Come now, you don’t want to miss your plane!”

  The four women yelled and squirmed as Greta and Victor manhandled them out the door of the suite with the chauffer in the rear. Once they were gone Greta shut the door and sighed, stretching like a cat after a long, lazy nap. Then she poured another glass of champagne and stood at the sliding door watching the snowflakes fall until she caught a glimpse of movement in the windows of the hotel bar at the other side of the large patio. Behind the glass, men and women chatted and drank cocktails as the snow continued to pile up outside.

  “And none of you are going anywhere anytime soon,” Greta murmured to herself, “so let the games continue.”

  # # #

  Chapter 4: Greta Shames Her Accountant

  Dana Walker had never been more nervous in her life. She had already dropped her soup spoon on the floor, nearly spilled her water twice, and her forehead and armpits were damp with sweat. Thank god the restaurant was so dimly lit. Maybe nobody would notice. She was also glad they were seated at a corner table, partially shielded from the other diners by a pair of huge vases resting on pedestals. The only person with a clear view of her was the woman across the table, a woman who was now scrutinizing Dana with her cold blue eyes.

  “Cheers, darling,” said Greta Steele, raising her wine glass. Dana lifted her own and took a sip, the oaky merlot rasping down her throat like sandpaper. Only fifteen minutes into the dinner, and she already felt like running away screaming. Greta lowered her glass and glanced around. “Do you know why I love this place?” she asked. “The food is fantastic, of course, and the atmosphere is divine, but what I love most is the service. The chef, the waiters, the management, the kitchen staff, everyone here knows me. They know I’m a steady customer who comes here every week, and they recognize the fact that I tip very well. That’s why the service is always so excellent, because of the mutual kindness and respect we show each other.”

  Dana couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just nodded and smiled. She had worked for Greta for nearly a year, but this was the first time she’d been alone in a room with the woman. Greta wore a black evening dress that showed plenty of cleavage, with diamonds glittering at her throat and wrists. Her lips and nails were bright red as usual, and her black hair fell casually to her shoulders. Even in her late forties, Greta still turned the head of every man who passed by. And although Dana was half her boss’s age, she felt frumpy in comparison. While Greta looked like a starlet dressed for a night on the town, Dana was the living image of a young accountant; black skirt, plain white blouse, big glasses on her face, and with her brown hair pulled back in a simple bun.

  “I run my business the same way,” Greta continued. “I respect my employees, and they respect me. It’s a winning arrangement, don’t you think?”

  Dana nodded again, still smiling, but icy fingers of fear sent a chill down her spine. This conversation could only be headed in one direction.

  “Then please explain something,” Greta said. “If you respect me so much, why have you embezzled nearly forty thousand dollars from my company over the past six months?”

  “I…that is, I don’t…”

  “Oh, please,” Greta interrupted. “Do you know why I employ a team of six accountants? Because two of them do nothing but snoop on the other four, double-checking their work and looking for thievery. I’ve known about your little scheme for a long time now, and I have computer logs and video recordings to back up all my suspicions.”

  Dana swallowed hard. “Seriously, Miss Steele, I don’t—”

  “You don’t what? Don’t remember adding an extra percentage point to the taxes withheld from our European earnings, then moving that additional income to your private account? Or you don’t remember correcting the paperwork before tax time so all the numbers fell neatly into place again? Perhaps you don’t remember anything at all…but you’re more than welcome to review the video recordings if you like. I especially like the ones from last Friday, when you wore the blue dress. You looked quite fetching as you siphoned money from my company’s account, glancing nervously over your shoulder the whole time.”

  Dana’s eyes went wide. Crap! How did she…wait, wait! That light fixture over her desk, the one that made the weird humming sound from time to time. It was really a video camera! Now there was no way to deny what she’d done!

  “Miss Steele, I can explain. I…my credit card balance was really high, and the interest payments were killing me. I just thought…I mean, I was planning to pay the company back. Not right away, but someday. I never thought—”

  “Never thought you’d be caught? That’s a common misconception among thieves, I’m afraid. But now that you have been caught, what do you intend to do about it?”

  Dana wrung her hands in her lap, thankful again that the corner table was so dim and secluded. She was sweating so much and shaking so badly that she probably looked like she was about to wet herself. “I…I can pay you back, like I said. Not right now, but a little at a time.”

  “And how long would it take to repay forty thousand dollars a little at a time? Five years? Ten? More?”

  “I don’t…I mean…”

  “Dana, what do you know about me?”

  The younger woman just stared, confused.

  “You know I own one of the largest lingerie and adult toy businesses in the world. But what else? Do you know about my passion for both sexuality and psychology? And most importantly, have you heard about my little game?”

  Dana’s face went red. “Y-yes. One of the other accountants mentioned it, then someone in the payroll department filled in the details.”

  “Excellent! That saves me the trouble of explaining it to you. And now let me make a proposition.” Greta leaned forward, her full breasts pressing against the edge of the table. “My dear, the money means nothing to me. I’ll earn another forty thousand dollars during our dinner this evening. But trust and respect mean everything. So why not prove your loyalty and pay off your
debt by playing a game with me?”

  “But I thought…don’t you need four women to play your game?”

  “This will be an…abbreviated version, my dear. A variation designed solely for you, customized for our current circumstances.”

  Dana looked around at the other diners nearby, none of whom were paying any attention to the two women. Waiters drifted back and forth in the dusky room, bringing trays of steaming hot food or removing empty plates.

  “It’s really very simple,” Greta continued. “I have the power to do three things that would probably ruin your life. First, I could demand that you repay the money immediately. Second, I could fire you. And third, I could report you to the police.” She sipped more wine, her cold blue eyes studying Dana over the rim of the glass. “Or I could offer an alternative to each of those options. You would be free to pick the choice you’re most comfortable with. What do you say?”

  Dana fiddled with her wine glass, shooting more nervous glances around the room. She’d heard rumors about the games Greta played…the ways she humiliated other women, sometimes stripping them naked then forcing them to perform ridiculous sexual stunts…but Greta couldn’t do that here, right in the middle of the restaurant…or could she?

  “It sounds like I don’t have a choice,” Dana muttered.

  “On the contrary, my dear, you shall have two choices. Two for each round of the game, just like usual. Now then, shall we begin?”

  The brunette bit her lip, then she finally nodded her head.

  “Excellent!” Greta announced. “Here is your first challenge. Would you rather pay back the forty thousand you stole, or walk through the restaurant with your bra off?”

  Dana’s eyes went wide. “Wh-what?”

  “You heard me, dear. Unless you’re both deaf and dishonest, that is.”

  “B-but this is a public place. You can’t…I mean, I can’t—”