Finishing the First Turn

Next came Foxtrot who rolled a 3 and moved her token onto the blue square and got the pink inlay to come to life again as she moved her piece onto the red square.

BLUE: STYLE

You weaponized cuteness, tricking your foes,

Making them underestimate, the strength of your blows,

But animal genes, through your bloodstream it flows,

Compelling your bare feet, and exposing your toes.

Foxtrot didn’t take too long to think as this one was fairly simple. It wanted her to be barefoot. Considering the prize at the end could be fairly potent and useful, not wearing anything on her feet for a couple of hours seemed like an incredibly small request.

“I continue,” she said before she felt the cold concrete on her feet. Which made sense because she was partially sure she had been barefoot since she left the city. Before then, since she just hated to wear anything on her feet at all honestly.

With that, Hard Time decided to take her turn next and rolled a 2.

RED: MENTAL

The strongest and toughest, you stand as no wimp

Surrounded by elders, you feel like a shrimp

Amongst all these ladies, it is greatness you glimpse,

That is why you are shameless and stan as their simp.

Hard Time already felt kind of out of place amongst the women in the room, Blaze especially made her feel like she might not be good enough to be amongst the group here. She had seen the word simp used on the internet a few times but she wasn’t even entirely sure what the word meant but she didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially by wimping out on the first turn, so she continued with very little hesitation.

Once she did she was even more positive that she didn’t belong with these amazing women. She was frankly not even sure how they even heard of a relative nobody like her but she was going to do just about anything to win their approval and acceptance. She just kept her eyes on Foxtrot, High Tech, Night Knight, and Blaze with an adoring smile hoping that they knew how amazing they were, and hoping she could prove to be an adequate helper.

And with her having taken her turn, High Tech was the last as she rolled and finished the first round with another 2 and wound up right next to Hard Time on the same red square and the board came to life again:

RED: MENTAL

Tech, tokes, and truth are what you desire,

Friendship and wealth you also acquire,

Kindness, generosity, and compassion are what you admire,

But perhaps it’s with me that you want to conspire?

Chicken Out or Continue?

As the whole turn had gone on, there was a reason that High Tech waited until last and that was that she was still trying to figure a lot of this out. Her mind was absolutely brilliant when it came to things like science, math, logistics, planning, or anything like that. Things that tended to be straight forward and up front is what she was best at. Poetry, cryptic language, symbology, hints, and innuendo were styles of thinking that she wasn’t a fan of or that good at. What does it even mean to “conspire” with it? Or whom? How does one conspire with a fucking game?

Part of her was tempted to drop out right now but she could do so many amazing things with that promised wish at the end and she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. Part of her was thinking it didn’t seem to be doing much anyways as it just kept describing different traits that everyone at the table already had so there wasn’t really any reason to be afraid or hesitate all that much. “Continue.”

And when High Tech said that, she suddenly lost all **** to play the game. She needed to continue, and not just stop when the game was over. It was a glorious device of self-discovery and she would gladly take every single trait the game offered her and then try to get others to play the game so it could adjust them as well. Upon continuing, some of her memory was restored and High Tech remembered that there was some sort of demon behind the game that had tricked them into playing it and she secretly thanked her. If the demon had significant power as Night Knight said before everyone’s memory was wiped, she might make for a decent business ally as well. If they talk again, High Tech was hoping to reach some sort of amicable arrangement. Hell, maybe a business partnership with that demon could be a part of her wish if she won.

Everyone thought they were done with turn one but that turned out not to be the case. The board lit up once more with white text:

WHITE: BONUS

When multiple people are in the same square,

Chicken Out will ship you, and make you a pair,

How best to convince you, for one another to care?

Maybe we’ll give you a fetish to share.

Then on the bottom pink rectangle appeared the words:

NEW FETISH: DOMINATION/SUBMISSION

Everybody saw that and was confused. Well Blaze, Foxtrot, and Night Knight were confused. Hard Time and High Tech both understood all too well but for different reasons. After gaining her strength and learning to reign herself in to avoid hurting people, Hard Time began to find the idea of being reigned in, especially by others all too compelling. Part of her hoped that none of the amazing women around her would find that out and consider her a pathetic little loser. A different part of her hoped they would find out that she was a pathetic loser and then treat her like one. Her tough body was beyond most people’s ability to rough her up properly though. She remembered getting pummeled not too long ago by Foxtrot and wished she had been brave enough to bend over and let the woman smack her bare ass instead. Letting Foxtrot take out her anger and maybe once she finished, Hard Time began other ways that Foxtrot could have taken charge of her. She actually had enough **** to make it hurt which was beginning to make Hard Time rather turned on.

High Tech on the other side began to have vague, possibly true memories of sneaking into her office several times during the day while running her company to grab the nearest phallic object and jam it into her cunt. Dear god did she love being in charge. She loved the idea of having others under her command and making them do what she said. Maybe that would be something she could add to her wish depending on how it worked. Make her employees a little more open about what kind of orders she could give them so she wasn’t always **** to relieve herself at work.