Charlotte's Reward (BC)

You grab the card, and flip it so it’s facing Charlotte. “Show some love!” She calls out. “It’s the card version of a victory cigar. I don’t have to do anything at all, you handle all the work.”

You’re relieved that she’s not going to be hitting you between the legs, but you’re concerned that you might not be entirely off the hook. A cursory review of the card reveals that you’re right.

_Show some love: The loser on this card must go down on their opponent. This is a mean game, so it’s nice to give something back. Also, because you’re such a lady/gentleman, the loser shouldn’t trouble the winner to inflict any pain. Instead, grab a history textbook between your feet, point your feet as high as you can above your crotch, and let go.

Probably not the worst thing in the world, you think to yourself. The textbook will hurt, but it may not hit directly and it’s not the worst thing you can think of. Plus you get to pleasure Charlotte, which is probably a good way to make her take pity on you.

“I’m waiting.” While you were reading the card, Charlotte lay down on her bed and spread her legs wide.

You position your face right between your nethers, and run your tongue gently around her labia, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. You swirl your tongue around her, feeling her out, pushing up on the walls of her vagina, and tasting her juices. Her moans of pleasure start to get louder, until you can sense that she’s on the verge of orgasm.

You suddenly pull your tongue out, and move yourself up her body, closer to her face. “Maybe we’ll finish this later.” Her face twists from ecstasy to disgust, disappointed to not have been able to finish. “That’s only fair. But I prefer a man with a cock that still works, so…maybe we won’t finish this afterwards.” Her eyes dart over to the textbook she’s set aside for this occasion. It’s a hefty hard-cover.

The taste in your mouth turns sour as you realize you’re going to have to drop that thing on your balls. Though the card said Charlotte wouldn’t have to do anything, the reality is that she’s doing a lot of the work. This punishment probably works better on someone more flexible than you are.

You sit, back on the ground, legs dangling in the air, and practice dropping the book a few times, with Charlotte catching it just before it hits your crotch. She gives you instructions on how to better drop it. “One last trial run?” She asks, positioning the book between your feet. You nod affirmatively, and drop the book.

Only this time, she doesn’t catch it, and the corner catches your left nut. You feel yourself curl up into a ball and rock side to side, feeling the effects of her dirty trick. “I didn’t trust you to actually do it if you knew it was going to hit your crotch.” She explains. She’s probably right, but it still doesn’t make you feel any better.

“Plus,” she continues, performing her roundly checkup on your balls, “You seem like you’re fine, so let’s continue on to the next round.

Charlotte gains 10 stamina.

You lose 20 stamina and 5 bladder control.