The one on the left

You silently gesture to the naked posterior on the left. The man running the show laughs vindictively in response... but you imagine he would probably have done that whichever one you picked.

"Yes, that's right. Perhaps you stare at your 18 year old daughter's butt often enough to be able to easily recognize it? I wonder."

The crowd of men above you laugh at you derisively.

"Anyway, let me explain what the rules are for today. The esteemed gentlemen up here will be betting on your victory, or loss, in the competitions you're about to play. The house's profits will first go towards covering your debt... but only if your team wins at least one of the two competitions.

"You men will be playing the first competition, and then your daughters will be playing the second competition. If you win the first competition, you get to go home, and relax, with the knowledge and reassurance that you lives are no longer intertwined with our benefactor. If you lose, you have to stay, and watch your daughter and the other girl try their best in the second competition.

"The two girls currently know nothing of your financial position, or what is going on here today. They simply believe they have been kidnapped, and they have been informed that they will later be competing with each other for the chance to earn their freedom.

"This is partly true: For you see, the winner of the second competition is freed immediately, but the loser of the second competition will spend the rest of the day as a hole in the wall, to be used by the gentlemen gambling above. And some of them will have likely lost a lot of money betting on her to win, so you can expect them to take out their frustration on her holes. It's safe to say, you do not want it to be your loved one on the wall this afternoon.

"Furthermore, each girl will find themselves released and **** to make their way home across town in nothing but the clothing you see pinned beneath them. Depending on how long they are up on that wall, and what has happened to them while they are up there, their outfits might be in better or worse states.

"So, enough about the girls, and competition two... let's talk about competition one. The winning team, the team to guarantee that their family's debts are all paid off... Is the first team to ejaculate inside their allocated woman... twelve times."

((A shorter summary of the rules of the first competiation is available at the bottom of this page, if you want a shortcut to the smut.))

You had feared it would be something like this. It made sense now why a month ago, a representative from the mob had warned you, your brother and your sons that your day of reckoning was coming, and recommended avoiding ejaculating until the day came.

You are now extremely glad that you so strictly enforced this recommendation for both yourself and the other three. You made it clear to them that it might be life and ****. And clearly, you were right. You'll each need to ejaculate three times as quickly as possible to escape this horrible situation safely. That would have been a very difficult task if you had not been saving up for a month.

The man continues his explanation.

"Okay, here are the important rules! Please listen closely, because if you disobey these rules, you may not leave The Pit alive.

"Firstly, and most importantly, NO MASTURBATING. All sexual gratification must be done inside these young holes in front of you. If you can't get it up, that's not our problem. Anything other than the most gentle of touches to correctly position yourself, or to roll a condom on, will result in instant disqualification."

"Yes that's right, I said condoms. Each team has a small table next to them, on which you will find a set of condoms. William, your team's set is green, and Fabio, your team's set is blue. You can help your female teammate succeed in next round by filling as many condoms as possible for her. Also, if you're using a condom, then you're not risking getting your own flesh and blood pregnant now, are you? So everybody wins.

"Which brings me onto the second rule - when you fill a condom, you must immediately remove it, and tie it to one of the toes of your female teammate. One condom per toe."

"Oh, but what's this? There are only four condoms per team!"

One of the young men on the other team spits out an expletive in a different language. Probably Spanish.

"Don't worry, young lad, we have you covered. Or rather, we have a way for you to earn your coverage."

"Before installing your sweet, innocent loved ones into the wall, we asked them some true or false questions, while they were hooked up to a rather nasty lie detector, that gave them a brutal electric shock each time they lied. We gave them each a taste before the questions started, so they'd know what was coming if they lied.

"Lie detectors aren't real, of course. Or at least, what people call 'lie detectors' are very unreliable, especially when the person in the hotseat is stressed. But, they didn't know that. So they were both almost certainly telling the truth for all the questions, terrified of receiving another shock.

"Anyway, the result is that we now have some answers to some extremely intimate, personal and private questions about your teammates here. And each time one of you orgasms, you'll get an opportunity to guess the answer the woman you just ejaculated inside gave. If you guess right, you'll earn a bonus condom for your team.

"So all you have to do to keep the condoms coming, is to accurately guess the most sordid details of these girls' personal lives. Fun right?"

The men above you emit a low cheer. God, this is so degrading.

"So, just to ensure you've all got that, let me make the key points clear:

"* Ejaculate inside your girl 12 times as a team to win.

• 4 condoms are provided. Answer a question correctly after orgasming to earn more.
• The more condoms she has tied to her toes at the end, the more chance your girl has in her competition afterwards.
• No masturbating."

You look at your brother and your two sons nervously. They each have the same expression on their faces. You all know what has to be done, but you really can't believe that it is actually going to happen.

"For the family." You say to them quietly.

They nod.

"Okay, ready, set, GO!" The smirking man above loudly declares the start of the game.

The immediate question that has to be resolved, then, is who should go first.