Mandy won't let him back out

He plunges his dick into your ass up to the hilt and stops it there. He twitches once, twice... is he about to cum?!

"No!" you cry. This can't be it! You can't be about to die, here, in this hot pink hell!

Yet a moment passes, and no cum is forthcoming.

"Ffff, it's okay..." Sam grunts. "I'm not cumming. I was pretty close though..."

Your sigh of relief feels like it uses more air than you've ever breathed in your life. His dick gives one last twitch before calming down, and you're terrified at just how close you came to losing everything.

"Explain," he says firmly.

You inhale. "Mandy will probably receive little to no legal ramifications for her cooperation in all this. While the rules of this particular GAME don't grant her the legal right to do all of this, cases in which a participant's actions can be considered adjacent to the intentions of the CONTEST or OUTCOME are notoriously difficult to prosecute. Aiding and abetting is just too small potatoes to even make it to court."

"But," you continue, trying not to let your mind wander back to the rod still sitting deliciously in your ass, "non-participants have no such protections. Drugging, abduction, ****. You face judgement for all of them. You're only free from the **** charge because that's the GAME's doing."

His fingers grip your ass tensely. He's starting to feel uncertain.

"And," you continue, pressing the advantage, "if the GAME ends like this, everything which has happened will be recorded in great detail in my GT. Which will be the first thing the police investigate once I turn up missing. They have the right to access the central database, so even hiding my GT won't help you."

"Shit..." he curses. You feel his penis slowly start reversing out of your snug rectum, and your hope swells.

Only to burst when he slams back inside again.

"Hey, wha-" Your voice dries up when you catch the scene in the corner of your eye.

Mandy has slithered up behind Sam and wrapped her arm around him. Her pressing against him is stopping him from pulling out of you, but surely he can overpower her...?

Then you see the straps on her hip.

While you had been talking, Mandy had equipped a strap-on dildo, lubed it up, and snuck up behind Sam. When she saw him starting to pull out, she spread his ass cheeks and rammed her rod home with one thrust.

Using the weakness from his pleasure and disorientation, she'd even managed to pull his arms behind his back and handcuff them together.

"F-fuck, babe!" Sam clenches his teeth. "I gotta pull out. This isn't like how you said it'd be. Please, Mandy, I can't last long if we stay like this..."

Click

Mandy secures a collar around Sam's neck. "I'm sorry, what did you just call me?"

"M-mistress!" Sam corrects. "We were wrong! If I cum in her now, I'll be arrested!"

Click

Mandy secures his handcuffs to the back of his collar. He can't even try to move his arms without **** himself now.

"I know," she says flatly. "Sorry Sam, but you were always gonna be the fall guy for this."

She pushes him forwards so that his chest rests on your back, and starts going to town on his ass. He moans right beside your ear, and you can tell he is perilously close already.

"Fight, Sam!" you command desperately. "Push back!"

"Why, mistress?!" he cries. "I don't wanna go to jail!"

She leans forward and whispers into his ear. "But you're gonna. You're gonna get dumped in jail for a long time, and your life will rot away... into garbage~"

Sam inhales sharply. His cock twitches aggressively inside you once again. This is it; he's really cumming this time!

"Sam!" you scream. "Get it out! Out!"