Acceptance

Gabe read out the question, "Ok, would you rather everyone except those present here believe you've always been this way but you'll become an Irish immigrant in the country with a green card via your marriage to one of us, or have people in your life accept the changes without questioning them but you'll be **** to refer to yourself in the third person."

"So I have to randomly marry one of you or else constantly make myself cum all day? Fuck those both suck. I wonder if it is random, or if the game already knows which of you I'd have to marry. Doesn't matter I guess." Brenda looked around at the others. She could tolerate being married to Gabe or Chloe. It might be akward, but she loved them in a non-romantic way. Being **** to marry Chastity would be rough, but would it be rougher than forcing herself to cum constantly? "Fine, I'll become an immigrant," Brenda immediately noticed a ring on her finger, she looked around searching for it's match..."Chloe!"

Chloe held up her hand, noticing the ring on her finger, "Wow...so...we're married now huh?"

Brenda slowly nodded, "Yes...it seems so..." She felt extremely awkward. She loved Chloe, they were best friends. But she just wasn't into women that way, her unfortunate addiction aside, and it must be crushing Chloe to now to be married to the object of her affection knowing it was just false pretenses.

"You need a minute?" Gabe asked.

Brenda shook her head. Chloe did too, "Just go. Let's finish this." Gabe rolled a 2, putting him just behind Brenda. "Wow, last punishment. Sucks to be you Gabe."

Gabe shrugged, "Just read it."

"Fine. Punishment - Money Manager - You've never been responsible with your money, now you don't have to be. You will be unable to spend any money without permission from your money manager who will be randomly assigned from the other players. Your manager is....oooh. Me!" Chloe grinned at him, "Don't worry, I won't make you live a life of austerity. As long as you spend some on me of course." She winked at him.

"It's fine. I trust you." Gabe sounded sincere, which took the wind out of Chloe's sails.

"Fine. I wouldn't fuck you over, you're right. Still, you could play along." Chloe stuck out her tongue at him, "Ok my turn. I'm pretty fucking far behind...sweet a 6. Hit me Chastity."

She picked up the card, "Would you rather take another turn right now, drawing one card for the number of pips shown on the dice or stay where you are but draw a punishment card every time someone else rolls."

"Uh oh, that's a rough choice. There probably aren't that many turns left, Chastity can't win but Brenda could..., no, I'll take the second turn." Chloe said as she picke dup the dice, she rolled a 6 and whooped, until she realize 6 spaces ahead was a punishment tile. "Oh fuck....fuckity fuck!"

Chastity looked apologetic as she started reading them off, "Punishment - Cannot fall asleep unless you are in the same bed as your wife. Punishment -Acceptable sexual harassment towards you now includes groping. Punishment - Locked in chastity belt with thigh bands, can only be unlocked by your wife for brief periods before you experience a strong need to be belted again. Punishment - Degrading tramp stamp tattoo. Punishment Submissive spouse - You will feel a strong compulsion to obey your spouse in all matters. Punishment Waist length blue hair, cannot be cut," Chastity put down the last card, "Chloe, I'm so sorry."

Chloe held up her hand, "Save your pity...fuck," Her pants disappeared as the chastity belt appeared. Two metal bands become locked around her thighs and held to the belt with thin chains. A small ring locked the two bands together which meant she would be **** to take short steps from now on, "Fuck this belt again? Forever? Oh, and what does the tattoo say?" She turned to face away from them.

Brenda read it to her, "It says 'Whore'. Sorry."

Chloe sat back down and shook her head, "Well fuck. If I don't win after that...," Chloe stared at Chastity, "Roll a 1 or else..."

Chastity looked a little afraid, "Uh...I'll try..."

Chasity rolled and it wasn't a one. In fact it was a 6. Luckily for Chloe though, it put her just shy of winning. Chastity had landed on a reward. Brenda picked up the card and read it, "Choose your reward. Be able to speak when you want to or wear what you want to."

"Oh, wow. I want both," Chastity looked down at the dress she wore, "I'd really like to wear more than this...but also it's incredibly frustrating being unable to speak when I want to...Brenda what would you pick?"

Brenda shook as the orgasm hit her, "Fuck. I'd pick the clothes so you can stop saying my name!"

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry....um ya. I'll pick clothes." Chastity blushed and looked away.

"It's fine. Ok, 3 and above wins the game for me!" Brenda smiled and threw the dice...1. "Fuck! So close!" At least it was a reward space, but still. She wanted the victory.