Sam (♀) and Sam (♂) read "Subjugation Tournament" by Gambio: Season of the Snake

"Is she dead?" Sam (♀) asked.

"She's breathing," Sam (♂) noted.

Breasts rose and fell, hard nipples visible through the fabric that wrapped around their captive. They had collapsed the tent and sleeping bag, grabbed the bungee cords from the car, and made an impromptu bondage setup that would have made an ancient Egyptian mortician nod in approval. There was a bruise on her forehead from where the tree limb had landed. A lucky break.

Which still left them with a potentially very dangerous woman, in the middle of the woods, alone at night.

And they were still naked.

"Okay, so we could drive off. Leave her here," Sam (♀) said. "Or...cut her throat, or something."

"She literally crawled up out of hell!" Sam (♂) reminded her. "Do you really want to be first on her hit list when she tries that shit again!?"

"There has to be something we can do," Sam (♀) said. Then she held up the tablet. "What about this? There has to be something in the story that gives us a clue about defeating her."

"But we finished the story!" Sam (♂) said, hands on his hips.

"We finished one branch, yes," Sam (♀) reminded him. "But there are other branches..."

Which is how they came to read "Subjugation Tournament" by Gambio, picking up at the Hebi-san heroine route.

"Okay, so to do this properly," Sam (♀) said, as Sam (♂) worked on getting a fire started so she wouldn't freeze her tits off. "We're going to read the Hebi night time branch, then the Hebi-san Date One, and then the Hebi-san heroine route."

"Why are we reading all this background shit again, aside from an obsessive desire to do this properly?" Sam (♂) asked, as he doused the kindling with lighter fluid.

"Because Gambio has read a lot of our shit and deserves reciprocity." Sam (♀) said. "And they deserve it good and hard."

There was a click of a lighter and a woosh. Sam's (♂) eyebrows disappeared, but the rest of his anatomy was unsinged. For a moment, the cold and damp of the forest were held off by the heat and light of the first element humanity had ever muttered. Their captive muttered in her sleep.

"So, 84 chapters in, our lovable loser definitely-not-the-Hero Mari Beta decides to go for snake pussy," Sam (♀) said.

"No, Mari is still conflicted about snake pussy," Sam (♂) clarified. "This dude needs like a red carpet invitation to the pussy. Which is fair. He is very rarely a creep. But this is literally the childhood bully he has an opportunity to molest. And he kinda has a little kink about it."

My free will was stripped away and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.
I submitted myself to my bully.
It was absolutely intoxicating.

"Okay, so somebody gets off in this scenario, and it isn't Mari," Sam (♀) admitted. "In fact, there's no sex. Is Hebi-san the best at topping from the bottom in this story?"

"Well, I wouldn't call her a switch," Sam (♂) said. "Also, a rare instance where Gambio effectively uses the terminal question field. So let's move on to the date."

“Eeeeeeh, I mean, if you really want to, you can do some soft stuff like force her to do a cute pose while making cat noises or clean your ears. If that’s got your dick wet.”

"Unsurprisingly, the Master Beta-male fails to get his dick wet," Sam (♀) said. "But he does manage to dominate his childhood bully. Sortof."

“Yep! Butt naked. Over the knee, with a paddle. The holy trifecta of spanking!”

"I mean, he's not wrong," Sam (♂) said. "Although spanking scenes can be difficult. It's not about inflicting or enduring pain, it's the pain and humiliation, the sense of helplessness, and, of course, the possibility that things can progress and there's nothing they can do. "

"If I have a complaint, it's that Gambio should have gone into the anatomy a little more, here. The descriptions of legs, ass, her puffy pussy just visible between her thighs, all of that needed frankly OCD levels of detail and buildup," Sam (♀) said. "I think if there's a single issue with the kink levels in this story it's that Mari rarely really gets to revel in any of them. He's surrounded by perverts and never really gets into the game, or at least rarely. Have fun spanking the galmon, dammit!"

“We used our hypnotic powers to create your current persona. Your likes and dislikes, your strength and weaknesses. What brings you joy and sadness. Everything was created as we desired.”

"...man, she just sucks," Sam (♂) said.

"No argument," Sam (♀) agreed. "However, these terrible revelations and character development mean that when the time comes for Mari to put his life on the line and deal with the queen bitch of the coliseum, which is the part we're interested in, he turns to her."

“Your memories of Ceri Beta are entirely fabricated. It was impossible even for us to replicate them perfectly. You do not have any true memories of her.”

"..."

The Sams stared at the chapter. The fire crackled.

"And Gambio says Zeebop writes some fucked-up shit," Sam (♂) said, eventually.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Sam (♀) said.

Rasheul was in ruins.

"Okay, less than ideal ending," Sam (♂) noted.

"For them or for us?" Sam (♀) shot back, and nodded towards their sleeping captive. "Doesn't really give us any hint at what to do with her when she wakes up."

"We could run away?" Sam (♂) said.

One must imagine Mari Beta happy.

Both the Sams sighed. They looked at each other, and then back at their sleeping captive. Somewhere, an owl let out a sullen "hooo."

"We're going to have to read another route," Sam (♀) said, and clicked back to find the next path untaken.