Right Door (Author: Ring-the-Gagged)

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right above the scene, she realized that she knew the names of the women and how they got into this awkward situation.

Suddenly, she accelerated again, crashing straight into the skull of a contestant. Mind-numbing sensations engulfed her as she found herself in the body of another person, feeling what they were feeling, thinking what they were thinking, and fearing what they were fearing.

"Rack... en! Rack... en! Rack... en!"

I gulped dryly as my hands were 'honor bound' behind my head. It was hard to gulp in a way that wasn't either too dry or too wet when your mouth was pried open. "A' I tied yeth?" I spoke, just trying to keep my head in the game as I felt my arms were pulled further back, as they were tied down to the Racken Rope.

"Rack... en! Rack... en!"

I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the crowd. Letting the tension get to me was what cost me my last game... and the full use of my oral faculties. "Aaaand done!" Came the ref, giving the rope a sharp tug that made me gasp. Not because of my arms, mind, no, the direction she had pulled had been towards my arms. It was my tits that bore the brunt of her stress test. Already red and sore from over a week in their dreaded bindings, not to mention yesterday's game, the extra little tug would've sent me to my knees were I not determined to keep my composure.

I couldn't let Phara win.

"What's that, Selina? Can't hear you over the sound of you losing~" She chimed behind me, and though I couldn't see her, I'd heard that tone from her enough times by now to picture the smug grin on her face. Still, her 'clever' joke wouldn't be so funny if I won. There were better things I could have done to her, but having her take my gag would save me the headache of having to listen to her commentary for the rest of my time on this island, "You know... maybe if I win, I'll do something to take care of your other pair of lips. I'm sure you'll be real popular with the boys when you're that **** to get off."

"'uck you!" I spat back. The girls here had it rough, but the girls who'd had their bits sealed behind steel piercings were pitiable. Almost as pitiable as... well... I didn't want to think about those girls. But second to them, the girls who couldn't even find the release of orgasm were so pitied -and yet so bulliable- that few girls elected to have their opponents punished that way, just out of respect... and fear of seeing retribution in kind. But of course... Phara didn't care. Beyond just being a bitch, she was only one victory away from escape. One tug-of-war away from finally having her tits freed forever.

"Rack... en!"

I wasn't going to let that happen.

"Rack... en!"

With a deep breath, I backed up, feeling my bonds loosening a bit as the rope between the two of us slackened. Soon we were so close that I could feel Phara's wideload of an ass against mine.

"Rack... en!"

I clenched teeth against my gag, turning my gaze forward as I steeled myself for the yank. That was be the hardest part. Everything after was just endurance, but that initial spark of pain could throw me off and hand Phara the win.

"Rack... en!"

As I stared off into the distance, I saw them. The ultimate losers. Just a few of the girls who had lost Racken enough times to see all rights revoked. Hung from trees by their tits, or just built into structures where their tits stuck out for all to see, touch, feel, and jab... If I lost this game... I'd be only one more loss away from...

"Rack... en!"

I shuddered as I tried my best not to picture that. No... if I won this game, I'd only be one more game away from freedom!

"Rack... en... HUT!"

I let out a gag-troubled scream as I lunged forward, and despite her high-and-mighty disposition, Phara could only hide her own anguish behind harsh seething for a second before she too was drowning out the audience with her cries.

I felt tears running down my cheeks as both my tits were yanked sideways and back towards my opponent. The unbelievable knots only tightening further as I twisted my body in every attempt I had to gain ground on Phara. And... it was working. I twisted around, not caring how much it caused the rope to bore into my tits, bulging them out into tauter and tauter balloons. And then...

Nothing.

For the briefest of moments the intense pain was replaced with only a dull ache. Oh... that bitch. By the time I realized what had happened, it was too late. Phara had stopped pulling and instead taken a sudden step back. It was only for a moment, but it was enough. All the weight I'd been balancing against her... was now just on me, and as I went to correct my footing with one wide step forward, I felt the sand beneath my other foot beginning to give way.

It didn't matter that the move was cheap, that it violated the spirit of the game. It didn't matter that the crowd was booing, or how much they wanted Phara's head. It didn't matter... because I had lost.

"GAME!"

I slumped forward, feeling a cold sweat come over me, even as my breasts felt white hot as they I sunk into the sand. I could barely muster a shiver, even as my tongue lulled out into the grit.

"Oops, sorry Selina~" Chimed Phara, standing over me, before slowly squatting down and getting right up by my ear, "I'll miss you~ But not as much as you'll miss your clit~"