Sam Springs his Trap

"There's a pair of scissors on the desk. Grab it."

"What the fuck, Sam! What are you-" "Shut up," Sam interrupts, and you are **** to do just that. He continues as you get up and move to the desk. "Honestly, I'm not sure this is going to work. Guess it depends on how the GAME defines a condom being 'on'. We're about to find out, I suppose." You'd much prefer to use those scissors on something else right now, but you can't bring yourself to move, or to speak. All you can do is hope the GAME will prevent you from doing what you think Sam is planning to make you do.

"Well, go ahead. You already know what's going to happen. Snip off the tip!" Gritting your teeth, you place the scissors right at the very tip of the condom, determined to damage it as little as possible. Not that it will matter much, in the end. Even if it doesn't tear open any further than the tiny hole you just created, the GAME won't care if 99% of his cum ends up safely in the latex, so long as the other 1% doesn't.

"Now you can come and put it on." You hate yourself for it, but you can't stop your body from moving. You're back on the bed, between his legs again. Leaning over, you quickly and efficiently roll the useless condom on. You can't move away, all you can do is stare at your latex-clad doom. "If you want, " Sam says, "You can put a new one on. You won't even have to cut it. Just take this one off and get another." You're not sure what he's planning, but even so you rush to the nightstand and back again, with an already unwrapped condom in hand. You reach out to yank off the broken one, but... Can't. Your fingers just refuse to close the final millimeter between them and the latex.

"Looks like the condom counts as being on," Sam flatly notes. "What a shame. Guess we'll have to make do regardless. Hop on, then." If looks could kill, Sam would be a smoldering heap of ash right now. But they can't, and he's not, and so you can't do anything except do as he says. You get in position, and Sam 'helpfully' positions his cock for you. That's all he told you to do though. For now. "Really? You're going to be like this? Fine. Lower yourself down, all the way." You do just that, but stop yourself from reacting to the girthy incursion in any way. No need to give him that satisfaction. "Up again. Good girl. And back down. You know how this works."

Trying to maintain at least some sort of dignity, you do the bare minimum the GAME requires of you. Oh, you're fucking him, but it's the laziest, empty fucking you've ever done. "You know what I told you, Cindy. This is exactly what we were trying to avoid, remember? Do it like you want it. Like you need it!" Oh, fuck him! Your hips start moving entirely on their own though, speeding up and adding a little swivel to their movements. "Thaaats - Hmm! - That's it! Lean forward a little!" When you do so, he grabs your breasts and squeezes hard, painfully so. You have nowhere to look but Sam's face, staring up at you with a wild grin as his hands roam down to your hips.

For several minutes Sam fucks you, giving you little instructions along the way. But then, suddenly, he tells you to stop. You sit up straight, your groin pressed up right against his, wondering what he's come up with this time. "You can start again, but slowly. Really slowly." Your thighs are burning at this point, but you obey nevertheless. Up and down, agonizingly slowly. "I'm getting really close, Cindy. You're going to end up as my **** if you keep doing that! Wouldn't want that, would you?" He inhales sharply, and closes his eyes. You see his torso tense, feel him twitch inside of you, but you can't stop moving.

He grunts, and flexes his hips hard enough to lift you up. You feel a distinct pulse and, taking the hint, you pick up the pace. He may have wanted to stretch this out for as long as possible, but surely He would want you to go faster now that his orgasm has started, right? Otherwise it would just be ruined! You bounce your hips up and down as passionately as you did earlier as Master empties his seed into you. When it's over, you lean in to kiss Him, but He shoves you aside and gets off the bed. You feel so ashamed! You should have known He wouldn't want to kiss you! Master fishes his phone out of his discarded pants, and soon enough he starts talking to someone. "Hey babe, you've got to come over right now. No, now. You're not going to believe what just happened. Nope, even better."