Trial

Jordan's seat at the table was beginning to feel normal. He could not have been happier with how this little game was going, especially considering his three upgrades so far.

"Now that you all have made it through a couple of rounds, you will be permitted more freedom within The Grounds," the moderator spoke once more. Jordan felt himself able to move of his own volition once again. He picked up his three cards and was able to look at each of his abilities so far:

Sneaky, Sneaky- When focused on being quiet, your footsteps no longer make any sounds.

Deft Hands- Once per hour, at the snap of a finger you may unsnap a bra, unzip a zipper, unbutton a button, or untie a knot.

Teacher’s Pet- Teachers will be oblivious to any of your behaviors that you wish, permitted it does not directly affect them.

He really needed to take advantage of these more often. Time seemed to work a little strange in this place, so Jordan was curious if his deft hands would work here. He looked at Grayson's perky tits in the cute little bra she wore and snapped his fingers...

No effect. Damn. Well. Curiosity indulged.

"Weaver, truth or dare?" came the challenge with a cocky smirk after Grayson finished looking at the two cards that she had received.

"Truth," was the shocking reply. It was a strategy in it's own right, but what a weird choice to go with right off the bat.

"What is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?"

Jordan felt his pants tighten at the question, especially with Grayson's timid and innocent voice asking it. Even better, it was clearly not a question that Weaver was ready for, her eyes bulging and her lips pursing. Her words betrayed her face as she began to answer.

"I have a fantasy about getting fucked by the entire volleyball team. Guys, girls, coaches. I want to be the prize that gets passed around after a hard fought match. I want to be taken on the court, minutes after the game. I want every player to use me in every hole. I want to be coated in cum and have the taste of pussy on my tongue before the team hits the showers." She was horrified. She covered her mouth with shaky hands at the conclusion of her admission. Clearly the game made sure that she answered honestly.

"Wow, can I uhhh, can I join the volleyball team?" came Rags voice from the other side of the table with a staunch laugh. Interesting that their freedom in The Grounds now extended to talking and commenting as well.

"Weaver, you may now issue your challenge."

"Jordan, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," Jordan replied without hesitation. He did not want to lose the round and the brutal honesty with the truth seemed just as bad as doing a dare.

"I dare you to take a shot of vodka every time that you get an erection until the end of the round," and with that, a flask rose up out of the table in front of him. Well shit, there was no way this would be that bad right? How often did he honestly get hard?

"Even slight erections count for the purposes of this dare. There is one award for this dare:" came the now familiarly robotic voice of the moderator.

Lightweight: Do not throw up during the course of this dare

This should be fun. Now who would Jordan challenge. The idea of teaming up on Weaver seemed fun. Especially with how wild his imagination was running after picturing her on all fours getting used like a sex toy by a whole sports team.

"Weaver, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said firmly, obviously not a fan of the Truth option after that admission.

"I dare you to keep a vibrating egg in your pussy for the next twenty four hours."