Thread: Edge Island [Lady Grimoire x Sierra-117]

Edge Island Let The Games Begin It doesn't matter where any of them had been the previous night, be it fell asleep in the comfort of their bed, passed out on the couch watching television, or in the motel with their one-night stand. When they opened their eyes they were all in the same place now Edge Island. Not the official name, but one it was called by the elite who owned it, and arranged the abductions. Another name might be sex slave island as that is what it turned most of the people taken to it into. For all the advancements the world had seen, it had also seen several steps backward--in the darker, more private places. The rich grew richer, and they became more bored and desensitised to the world's offerings, leading to several getting together to create this sinister little game. There was really only one escape survive. And even then, who knows what happened to the person who won the game. Those unlucky enough to lose the game were sold, and what's worse, they would love it and never have any thoughts about trying to prevent it. Perhaps, though, that is getting a little too far ahead. Upon the island were many things, from a rather large section of forest, to a lake, dotted little research outposts, caves, and even a fair-sized ghost town next to the airport they were all brought in on. The drug they were injected with keeping them heavily sedated, but also causing some short-term memory loss, so those who were awake when they were taken from their home, or the streets, likewise wouldn't remember their attackers. Now, they were scattered across the island. Some woke up in buildings, some in caves, some in little hammocks in the middle of the woods. The clothes they wore either what they had been in when they were taken, something swiped from their dressers or, if someone along their path to the island had taken a fancy to them, clothes provided by those who would be watching. Little cameras were present all through the island, especially where each person started, most of them disguised so as not to be seen and damaged. Everyone started with the same general equipment--a backpack with a few days of food, the clothes on their back, and a small device strapped to their wrist. A device which consisted of two removable straps, and a large, clear touchscreen, blinking a soft red with the words Attention. Each person who found their way into tapping the screen and activating it would be met with the same video. Welcome. I hope you slept well, a man in a white labcoat said as he faced the screen, innocent enough, until one spied what was going on in the background over his shoulder. A woman was strapped into some kind of chair, her head getting thrown back and forth, body twisting, and writhing, as she struggled to get loose a limb. She was nude, and something obscured by the scientist's back was happening to her, but for the moment nothing below her stomach could be seen. Understand first that if you see, or hear someone nearby, it would be best you tap the screen to stop this playback until you are in a safer location. That's right, people are after you, but perhaps not for the reason you think. You see, you've been recruited to be part of a fun little game and experiment. This is the seventh such game to be played here so far, and I'm certain there will be many more. The game is, at it's core, quite simple. Be the last survivor, the last one standing, and... you'll go free. You'll wake up in your home, be granted a fair sum of money, and can move on with whatever life you had. His eyes glanced down, as someone came over and tapped him on the shoulder from just off-camera. Nodding, the scientist looked back up at the screen. Fail, and you start a new life. One of slavery, one where you are to be little more than a toy for the entertainment of others. I'm sure you're thinking you just won't go along with this, and that is what what all those watching are counting on. Unfortunately, your choice in the matter is rather limited. You are on an island, with no escape, save the one we provide to the final competitor. If you refuse to play, someone who has decided to will find you, they will take you, and there will be nothing you can do about it. Passive participation is not recommended. Now, I'm sure some of you are getting thoughts of other media you've heard of, and are thinking we are asking you to kill one another. Not... quite accurate. The scientist stepped aside, and the camera zoomed out some, revealing the small, rather plain and featureless white room behind the chair in the middle. The woman's arms were inserted through openings, the same as her legs--which were spread wide--and the openings appeared to have filled themselves in and sealed, leaving her little to do but wiggle. Her cries soon cut in, begging, and pleading for it to stop--the it being the large phallic device positioned between her legs, thrusting in and out of her with abandon. Her hips bucked, and rolled, twisted, and tugged, to the point it was hard to tell if she was trying to get more pleasure off the toy, or escape its unrelenting pace. You've each had a small injection of a particular chemical concoction. Which, when triggered, causes a series of neurological changes to various parts of your brain. To put it simply, you turn from what you see here-- He paused. She screamed, PLEASE LET ME GO! PLEASE STOP! Then he continued, Into something else, which you will see in a moment. All triggered by the simplest of things--an orgasm. One single climax is all it takes, so I suggest if this scene has aroused you, you cease any attempts to pleasure yourself. He goes quiet, and turns to merely watch. After a few moments, the woman suddenly screams as her body convulses--her eyes roll back, her toes curl, and hands ball into fists. For a few moments, she appears dazed, while the toy thrusting into her doesn't stop, and then, a loud moan. Oh, oh god--yes! Yes, please! More, please, more! I need more! From begging for it to stop, to pleading for more, and acting like some wanton whore out of a pornographic film. Now she's ready to be sold, the scientist noted as he turned back to the screen, and the camera shifted to close in on him again. And if she was on the island with you, she would have lost. That is your goal. Through whatever means you wish, induce an orgasm from those you encounter... while avoiding one yourself, either by your own hand, or another's. If you find sexual gratification... icky... he utters that word with some disdain, You will need to get over it. Feel free to enjoy yourself as you work toward victory, but do be careful to not enjoy yourself too much. I look forward to seeing the results, and wish you luck. With that, the screen went off, and was replaced with a small digital map. A red dot marked the location of the wearer of the device, and though the screen wasn't zoomed out enough to see more than a good fifty metres, the little question mark icon in the bottom corner brought up a little 'legend.' Which it noted nearby females would be indicated in red, males in blue, caches in green, and 'safe zones' where the map didn't work would be noted with a purple circle around the area. There was also a button to replay the video, if one wished. From that point, there was really only one thing to do decide if one was going to play this sick little game and set out, or sit down, and refuse, while hoping nobody else came in this direction.