He makes some slow progress

John may have been an amateur but he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t consider himself to be a genius or anything, but he liked to think he was at least smart enough to figure most things out if given enough time and resources and left to his own devices. He figured the best way was to try talking with Emily to buy time while he experimented to see if he could find any weaknesses.

He dove in, rubbing his fingers through her lower lips.

“So, you’ve been part of the games before? Do they always kidnap people for this?”

Emily chuckled. “Trying to chat me up? You better hurry up down there, your mouth ain’t communicating to the right lips.”

Emily was slightly wet, but John really wasn’t sure if any of it was because of him. Most likely it was just whatever was in the gas that knocked them out plus the situation they were in rather than any skill John had.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be winning the point this round.”

Emily wasn't particularly impressed but went along with it.

“Sure, we’ll see. Either you’ve got some trick or you’re just a fool. I’ve got nothing better to do while you try to pleasure me for 5 minutes so I’ll answer any of your questions. It means your mouth is being unproductive, not that you would make much progress even with your mouth.”

“The Sex Games last for an indefinite period of time, but usually not too long. The spectators get bored if things get dragged on too long.”

John paused momentarily but quickly resumed, trying to switch up his methods and slowly pushing a finger in.

“Spectators?”

“Yup, think of it like a live game-show, and we’re the contestants. There’s some rich folk who enjoy roping in people unwillingly into this. Don’t worry though, at the very least they aren’t interested in harming anyone and everyone is let go once the games end. If you haven’t noticed already the only way to leave the game is is to gain enough points, meaning theoretically it can go on indefinitely. However the spectators get bored after a while, so usually one of 2 things happens, either the game master intervenes herself, or one of the players invents a rule that switches the game into system where the game can actually end.”

John slipped in a second finger as he gently stroked her inner walls.

“So why are you back then? Do they let some people back?”

“I came back because I enjoyed the games. You’ll find there’s quite a few veteran players. We’ve all got our own kinks but at the very least most of us enjoy watching the new players struggle. Soon enough you’ll find people forming factions around the veterans once we get into the team games. I wouldn’t mind having you in mine if you wanted, though you’ll have to try harder than whatever you’re doing now if you want in… and your 5 minutes are up! You ready?”