Sam has Mandy free you

"Undo those ropes."

Mandy immediately obeys. She frees first your wrists, and then your ankles from the bed. You sit up against the headboard, curling into a ball, almost not daring to look at Sam. "Congratulations on your victory, " Sam says. He gets up off the bed and walks to the kitchen, filling up a glass with water. Mandy trails after him. You just sit there for a moment, stunned.

Finally, you rush out of the bed and start putting your clothes back on. The pants and underwear are probably ruined because of the lube, but that's for later concern. Sam has his naked back turned to you as he drinks his water, and you hurry over to the door. "Wait." You freeze with a hand on the doorknob. You turn around to see Sam doing the same. "I want to fuck you. Slave, remove Cindy's clothing." You want to run away, but your feet are rooted in place. You cannot even twitch a muscle. Sam has made his desires clear, and the GAME now forces you to obey. You remain still and silent as Mandy disrobes you.

As Mandy pulls your panties to the ground, Sam walks back to the bed and gets on it. "Prepare me, slave." Mandy runs over to him, lying down between his spread legs. You can't see what she's doing, but it's pretty obvious. Sam hisses in approval and strokes her hair as she diligently works on him. You have no choice but to look, your body just isn't responding. "That's enough, slave. Now, come over and fuck me, Cindy. It's time you did the work for once." The bastard! Surely, he can't expect you to- He can, apparently. Your legs are moving on their own accord, bringing you closer and closer to Sam and his cock, which is once again standing firm and proud between his legs. Without stopping for even half a second, your body mounts Sam. Your hand finds his cock and rubs it against your pussy, and then your traitorous hips lower themselves down.

Sam moans as your body starts moving against your will once more, bouncing up and down on his dick. "Faster!" Sam commands, and your body obeys. Fuck, is there nothing you can do? Unlike Sam, you feel no pleasure at being violated like this. Every day! You have to do this every fucking day from now on! Sam puts his hands on your hips, pulling you against him with every thrust. "Get your hands off me!" You've finally found your voice again, it seems. "The GAME says you can fuck me. Not that you can fucking grope me, too!" Sam lifts his hands away from you. "Oh, no, " he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "you got me! A flaw in my perfect plan! How could I ever recover from this defeat?" Sam laughs and drops his arms back onto the bed as he groans to the rhythm of your continued fucking. "Oh, I know," he says, "Stop!" You immediately freeze in place, halfway along lifting yourself up. "Slave, get me my glass." Mandy quickly hops over to the kitchen, then back to hand it to Sam. He drinks slowly as your thighs burn with the effort of keeping you in this position. However much it hurts, you can't make yourself move the slightest bit. "That's better," Sam says, finishing his drink. "You can continue, now. Your body responds immediately, continuing its movements right where it left off.

Eventually, Sam satisfies himself inside of you. As soon as he's done, his influence over you disappears. You consider slapping him, kicking him, but that would only make things worse for you, probably. Instead, without a word, you turn back towards where Mandy dropped your clothes. "Keep me warm, slave!" Sam commands behind you. You get dressed once more, and again make for the door. "Cindy, " Sam says, and you look back in despair. He's still lying on the bed, with Mandy draped over him. "See you tomorrow."