She really socks it to ya.

You try your best, but Natalie easily outclasses you. Despite your position, you manage to get a boost-start, which pushes you up into the first third of the pack, while Nat starts battling with the straggling AI characters. However, your overall skills don't carry over - you're braking notably late, taking corners wide, and missing half the power-ups, muttering under your breath as you do.

She's caught up with you by the end of the first lap. She hits you as she passes - embarrassingly, it's not even the result of a power-up, simply a result of getting her slow character up to speed and body-slamming you. You swear in frustration as she passes. Then again, as another AI character barges you out the way before you can get up to speed. You get going again before hitting dead last, but on trying to overtake the AI character in 10th, they pop an oil slick too late for you to dodge, sending you careening off the course on the second-to-last corner. Natalie had already finished by then, but your failure still frustrates you. You drop the controller, letting the game finish itself automatically.

"Y'know, you've got a bit of a potty-mouth." Natalie looks down at you, a sly smile on her face. Again, you're hit by a pang of embarrassment. You feel like you're a naughty kid acting out - first by being shitty towards her, now with the swearing. You're not usually like this. You can't think of much to say, so sit there silent, head down like a naughty child. Natalie continues on.

"My turn again, I guess. This'll be easier if you lie on your front, towards the TV"

You try to do as she says, as Natalie moves behind you on the sofa. You swivel your legs around to the left as your torso goes right, turning onto your front as you do, putting you parallel to the TV. You awkwardly shuffle the rest of the way with your legs, until you hit the sofa, still a bit off-angle. Natalie eventually gives you a little bit of "help", pulling your legs back so you're facing forward, but your knees are against the sofa itself, leaving your feet sticking up in the air. She then moves to make you more comfortable, grabbing one of the pillows you were sitting on a moment ago, and nudges your shoulder. Getting the message, you roll onto your side, and she stuffs one pillow in front of your chest, then another underneath your legs. You roll back, but can't quite get on top of them properly until Natalie slides you over, pulling at your hip and shoulder at the same time. You're reminded of a first-aid course you did early in secondary school, where a stunning red-headed girl a few years your senior played the role of the **** person, although with you as the subject this time - that same firm grip and overly-self-conscious hand placement, but from a new perspective.

As you start wondering why Nat's set you up like this, you feel her start to tug at one of your socks, letting out a loud "Hmmm" before she pulls them both off, one after the other, leaving your feet feeling the slight breeze in then room now. You're a little bit confused as to why - You're anticipating her tying your legs, and they're not exactly in the way, right?

You realise why she put the pillows down as she plants herself on top of you, directly on your back. It's not her full weight - her legs are either side of you, kneeling on the floor - but it's uncomfortable and surprises you, causing you to let out a high-pitch yelp. You barely register which way Natalie is sitting, though, before you feel a hand across your forehead, tilting it back, not all that gently. You try to shout back at Nat, but your mouth is quickly muffled as something cloth invades your mouth. She releases your head again, and you try and spit the obstruction in your mouth out. You try to use your tongue to push it out, but struggle to do so: The material quickly absorbs your saliva, the texture making it hard for your mouth to manage, the odd taste causing your tongue to repulse from the object. You can't escape as it forces its way further into your mouth, this time pushed in by another cloth wrapping around your head.

As you feel what's likely a scarf being tied off behind your head, you try and relax your mouth, realising that resisting at this point is futile. The taste is... vaguely salty, but there's something else behind it that you can't quite place. You're pretty sure it's your socks. The thought makes you gag, and your eyes glass over, embarrassed at the idea.

"There, no more vulgar language out of you!" Natalie sounds worryingly happy as she says this.

You try and say something, but it's muffled into nothing unintelligiblity. She then slides herself back, sitting to the rear of your knees, trapping your legs against the sofa and her. Unable to adequately verbalise, you raise a middle finger at her with one of your hands. This earns you another slap on the ass, much harder this time, before a controller is shoved into your hands.

But... Wait, Natalie's not really going to play like this, is she? It's humiliating enough that you're trussed up like this and gagged with your own socks, but this is a bit too much. You try and get Natalie's attention by shouting through the gag, but she ignores you as the game loads. It's not until the next race's countdown starts that she pauses the game and responds:

"Oh, I'm sorry, how could I forget!" The weight on your legs eases up a bit, then shifts forward again towards your rear. Natalie's right arm wraps around you near the collarbone, lifting your front up. Then you feel a pillow slid under you, before you're let down again, although at more of an angle this time. "There, now you can see properly." You try to indicate that that wasn't what you wanted, but she condescendingly replies with an "I know, I know, no need to thank me." She settles back against your legs and unpauses the game. No time to complain anymore, you've GOT to beat her this time!