The game concludes

Liam opened the door to his dorm room...and suddenly found himself setting into the secret library room. He saw the others already seated, "Oh, I'm the last one?" He went to take his seat.

Faye winked at him, "So you managed to get yourself off?"

Liam rolled his eyes, "Ha ha. So funny. Yes I did. I see you managed to get milked?"

Faye shook her chest at him, "Yep. My Mistress takes good care of me."

Liam reached forward and pulled a card, compelled by the game, "It says everyone will get an equal number of rolls, it is possible for multiple people to finish, whoever has the highest roll wins." With that he picked up the dice, "Not that I have a chance but here goes...2. Yep. No good," He pulled his trap card, "Individual rule - Limit one orgasm per hour. Fuuuck." That meant he'd be stuck as a girl 3 hours per day. Fuck.

"Haha!" Martha taunted him.

Liam didn't even care about her opinion, he'd manage it, "Well I guess that's my turn. Go ahead Alice."

Alice rolled a 5 and moved her token to the end of the game board, "So do I just..." She let go of her piece and it suddenly moved on it's on just off the board. Alice's hand darted forward to pick up a card, "Congratulations on reaching the end. Your final card has been randomly selected...Would you rather draw 3 trap cards and send an opponent back 3 spaces to guarantee your win, or draw 3 treasure cards and move yourself back three spaces and ensure your own defeat."

"It's ok," Barbie said to Alice, "You can take the win. I won't be mad."

Alice shrugged, "It's not like I need it. I'll take the treasures please," She quickly drew three cards, "Remove Trap - Only wear heels. Cosmetic Enhancement. Eternal Youth. Not too shabby."

Liam thought Alice didn't need any beauty upgrade, and he thought it would be hard to tell. He was wrong. She was so hot he could barely look at her. So he turned away, "Um. Wow Alice. Well done. I guess Barbie is next?"

With Alice out of the way this was Barbie's turn to shine. She only needed two to win...yes! A 2. She moved to the final square on the board. Unlike the other tiles, there was no symbol on this one. She felt a compulsion to reach out and grab a card, "Congratulations on reaching the end. Your final card has been randomly selected. Trap - All footwear must have at least a 3" heel. Crap." What a way to go out, but oh well. At least it looked like she'd win and get the wish.

Faye went next. She couldn't pass Barbie, but she could tie her. Unfortunately only a 6 would do, anything less and she would lose the game. She rolled...5. So close, yet so far. She moved her token to the last question tile and drew her card.

"Would you rather swap places with the last place person and draw 3 trap cards, or stay where you are and draw 1 treasure card? Huh? Shouldn't it be the other way around...oh. I see. If I stay, Barbie wins. If I swap, Monique could win. So I can leave things alone and reward myself, or try to help Monique and suffer? Huh...I wonder what my Mistress would say?" Faye closed her eyes for a moment, "Fuck it. Monique, let's swap!"

She swapped their tokens and drew her cards, "Permanent Tongue piercing. Ow! Well, she'll like that. Can't wear underwear, oh she'll definitely like that. Permanent Collar," A steel collar appeared around her neck with no obvious lock mechanism. Faye touched in gently, "Huh, she'll love that. Guess I made the right choice. Don't blow it Monique!"

Barbie groaned, this game was rigged! She nearly voiced that opinion, but decided to keep her mouth shut. This game could be vindictive at times.

Thanks to Faye Monique was only 1 away from tying Barbie, with better than 80% chance of passing her and winning. This was it, her big roll. She'd win and somehow get this fucking cock out of her mouth...1. She rolled a fucking 1. She groaned in frustration and her gag chose that moment to pump a load of disgusting semen into her mouth. She flipped off the board, and then moved her token one space.

She read her card, then passed it to Faye so she could read it aloud, "Congratulations on reaching the end. Your final card has been randomly selected, Treasure Chest - Cancel trap card - Gay." Faye looked at Monique, "Wait, so if it cancelled gay...that means you get your original sexual orientation back?"

Monique nodded happily. Of course she really wanted out of this fucking bondage, but getting her own orientation back was actually a really good thing. It meant she wouldn't find it so difficult to get titfucked by men all the time. Unfortunately it also brought back her desire to get fucked. Sure she could get men off with her tits and hands, but suddenly she was really craving to be bent over and stuffed. She glanced over at Martha, that bitch might have it worse off than her but at least she'd never want for that.

Martha stared at the board. She needed a 6. Anything less was simply unacceptable, "I'm going to win this and crush you all!" She shouted. She looked around, nobody seemed to care, "Arrgh! Fuck you all. This stupid punishment! You can't even care about me!"

She was surprised when Liam laughed, "No Martha. That's not it. I did...still do...care about you. And I get that you're angry, you transformation, your punishment, they totally suck. It's just...I think I finally realized you don't really care about me, you know? Not as a person, maybe as a cock you could use. Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong."

Martha stared at him. How...how dare he? She was in permanent bondage, fucking free use, and he had the nerve..."Of course I care about you. You're my boyfriend, right? I love you."

Liam stared right back, "What's my mom's name?"

"Huh? What, I don't know. What does that matter?"

"Yours is Lisa. You dad is Brad. You have an older brother named Thomas. What's my dad's name? Do I have any siblings?"

Martha looked away. She was angry, but she realized she was mostly angry at herself. She didn't know any of that. Why didn't she know? She closed her eyes, she could actually picture him talking about his family...but she hadn't really been listening. "Wait, you have a sister! Younger."

Liam smiled sadly, "I have 4 sisters. Martha, I know you're in a bad place, and I don't mean to pile on, but we...we can't continue."

Was he...breaking up with her? That bastard, "Fine. I don't need you. I'm going to win this game and fuck you all over!" She picked up the dice in her mouth and tossed it. "A 6! A fucking 6! Yes." She waited, nobody was moving her piece, "Uh...Faye, would you move my piece?" She figured Faye was the most happy-go-lucky and would actually do it after she just yelled at them all.

"Oh, sure," Faye moved it and picked up her card, "Congratulations on reaching the end. Your final card has been randomly selected. Would you rather be unable to lie, but everyone knows this and believes whatever you say is true, or be able to say whatever you want but be unable to make eye contact with anyone."

"What? That's stupid..." Martha said impulsively. Then she tried to think about it. Not making eye contact would make her look weak, but if she couldn't lie and people didn't care about her opinions how could she ever get anyone to do anything for her? Wait, if they had to believe her, would that override her punishment somehow? "Fuck it, I won't lie I guess."

"Hey Martha, have you ever heard of the trolley problem? If there was nothing on one track, and a dozen children on the other, but if you let it hit the children you get $50, which would you pick?"

Martha glared at her, "The empty track, obviously. I wouldn't let kids die for $50."

"Oh," Barbie sounded surprised, "I guess you aren't a total monster. Wait, what if it was..."

Alice put her hand over Barbie's, "Let's leave her alone. She might not be our friend, but there is no need to **** her."

"Oh, uh, right Alice. Sorry."

Liam suddenly grabbed a card, "Three players have tied. The tie breaker is this. Each of you will be given three dice. You may may roll any number of them, including zero. The player with the highest total roll wins, but every player must draw one Super Trap card per roll. The decision to roll shall be private."

The board suddenly shifted and the tiles disappeared. All the cards sunk into the board and vanished, then a single pile rose up with the word 'Super Trap' on it. Three dice appeared in front of each of the finalists. Then Martha found herself suddenly free of the armbinder, and totally alone at the table.

"Huh, that's strange. Well I'm obviously going for it." Martha said aloud. She picked up all three and rolled them. "5, 3 and 2. Total of 10 out of 18, not great..." She said, just a little worried. Then suddenly everyone else was back at the table again."

Barbie thought about her life. How she envisioned it with the changes the game made. It wasn't that bad...right? What the fuck was a super trap anyway? Did she really need to risk it? What could she even do with a win? What exactly were the limits of this wish? Could it be worth the risk? She stared at the dice, then made her decision.

Monique hated the idea of more traps. Would she be able to cancel them out if she won? No, probably not. That would kind of defeat the purpose. Still, the chance to do something...she had to. She picked up all three, and rolled...

Liam watched as all three women picked up their dice. They seemed totally unaware of what the others were doing. Martha's armbinder had disappeared and she looked positively gleeful as she tossed her dice. Monique looked scared, but she three all three as well. Barbie held hers in her hand for the longest, then finally tossed them all as well.

Liam quickly added them up. Martha had 10. Monique had 11. And Barbie...

"I...I won..." Barbie said quietly, "I fucking won!" She said louder.

Before she could celebrate further she reached out and grabbed her super trap cards. The other two were **** to as well.

Martha couldn't believe it. She'd lost. To that bimbo. Sure, it was just luck, but she didn't think Barbie would risk the super traps at all. With a groan she found herself **** to pick them up.

• When sitting down will always open legs as wide as possible.
• Can't go outside without wearing a large butt plug
• Height shrinks by 4 inches

Martha immediately notice her knees spread apart. That was a great combo with her inability to wear pants and panties wasn't it. Fuck. And a butt plug? Double fuck. Then she shrunk? She noticed that immediately. She would be less than 5 feet tall now. Triple fuck!

Monique just felt sad as she reached out to draw her super traps. This sucked. She lost and got three more traps. She read them to herself quickly.

• A large dildo will appear in your pussy randomly at least once a day when you are awake. It will disappear if you orgasm or after 4 hours.
• People will feel compelled to smack or grope your ass. This will be seen as normal and acceptable by everyone but you
• When walking yours hips will sway in an exaggerated fashion.

Well she was just complaining about not getting anything in her pussy...not that getting randomly fucked was a good thing. Having people smack her ass was going to be annoying, but manageable. Swaying her hips was just silly. She supposed it could have be worse.

Barbie had won, but she still had to draw her traps. She quickly looked at all three.

• May not use traditional swear words. Instead will curse in bimbo speak like "bubblegum" and "snickerdoodle".
• May not dress without permission. Anyone may tell you what you wear and you must dress as ordered. Permission can be given in any manner but expires at midnight each day.
• People feel compelled to grope you as a form of stress relief. Anyone who is stressed near you will instinctively grope you and feel better. You will be unable to resist or tell them off, and everyone will think this is normal. This works on you as well without the compulsion.

Wait, Barbie thought, so anytime I'm stressed I can just...She thought that wouldn't be so bad. And the first one was just stupid, but at least not life ruining. The dressing without permission didn't seem that bad, since she could get permission by text or whatever. Her only worry is that people might overdress her, she'd made herself uncomfortable wearing clothes after all.

Then Barbie blinked and suddenly realized she wasn't at the table anymore. There was just white around around, but it wasn't bright. It was just, empty. A voice from nowhere spoke to her, "Congratulations Barbie...it's time to find out what you've won..."