The Game

The computer lab had laid entirely undisturbed for years before Isaac opened the wooden door, its hinges groaned with surprise at the newcomer as light spilled from the hallway into the abandoned room, making a sea of dust particles reflect the cold illumination like a thousand miniscule floating orbs. The soft whirring of fans and the placid hums of machines at bay filled the cold night air; no one had ever bothered to turn the computers off. Little green flashes emanated occasionally from the workstations, a dozen flashes every half-minute, illuminating the desks on which they had sat for so long without purpose.

Isaac’s mysterious girlfriend had told him this is where he would find the first stage of the game between himself and ‘Favorite’, only a half-hour had elapsed between her announcement of the game and the present.

The room had sat unused for years, several rows of decade-old personal computers placed neatly next to each other. Since the rise of cheap laptops, the school had had no need for the computers, but after all this time the things were practically worthless, and the school had plenty of empty rooms without needing to clear this one. Several proposals had been brought up for how to replace the wasted space, but so far, the room had endured. Somehow, Isaac doubted that his intentions were what the school had had in mind. Not that it mattered anyway, there was no risk of being caught; no one was around this part of the school at night. He had all the time in the world.

Furthest one from the door on the left.

Emma had whispered instructions into his ear, her every syllable seeping in like honey into a jar. As Isaac walked across the dark area, the floor creaking underneath his feet, as if complaining about the stranger’s presence. He could swear the humming growing louder, like a flock of locusts swirling overhead. It was there, just as she said it would be. A yellow post-it-note, containing a username and password for him to log into the computer with. How had she gotten hold of this? The school’s student user database was retired years ago, even most of the teachers didn’t know their own credentials. The only people who had reliable access to what was left of the school server was the IT department.

Casting those thoughts aside for a moment, Isaac gingerly sat down in one of the swivel chairs, trying his best not to consider any mould that would have grown on it in the years it had been left in the humid dark. With ragged breaths, his fingers slowly typed in the login on the keyboard. The screen changed from a dark blue to a brilliant white light, blinding Isaac as his eyes struggled to adjust and his pupils desperately grew smaller.

It was Emma. The camera pointed upwards from below her waist, capturing every inch of her naked body. The raven-haired girl’s pert breasts were two beautiful pale hills jutting outwards, their pink peaks crested with a thin sheen of sweat that dripped downwards into the valley between each other and the plateau of her trembling stomach. Her face was a portrait of pleasure, her soft mouth hanging open like a fleshy cavern, her eyes sparkling pools of water that seemed to stare into oblivion. Isaac had seen Emma naked many times, in all manners of circumstances, but it never got less majestic. No matter the angle, she was a personification of perfection; Aphrodite made mortal.

Her abdomen seemed to have some distension, as if a metal rod lived inside of her, underneath her flesh…

Surely not.

But then the lump move downwards, and then upwards again, to Emma’s gasping approval, confirming his suspicions. He could see nothing of the man fucking his love, only the indentation on her unblemished skin as it folded with the penetrator’s slow and deliberate movements, her lithe body convulsing with untold pleasure.

“Oh... Isaac…”. Her voice was lusty, every syllable drawn out as if even the simplest of words required great effort underneath the ceaseless barrage to her organs.

“If only you could be half the man Favorite is, then I wouldn’t have to do this. I wouldn’t make you be a virgin while I let other men fuck me whenever they want. One day, I might let you, but first you need to solve the puzzles.”

The words cut deep into Isaac’s psyche, but their blow was stunted by him being so entranced by the empyrean sight of her pleasure, that they registered half as deeply as they should have. Emma’s eyes stared mockingly into the camera lens, her pupils boring a hole through to his soul, as he gazed upon the withering yet awesome sight of her cuckoldry.

Puzzle?

“He is a conqueror, Isaac, the man you could never be. He is Caesar.”

The imprint of Favorite’s cock underneath her skin was beyond erotic; Isaac could only observe with that familiar angst as he watched her skin ripple from groin to her ribs by its absurd volume violating her insides. Her words hurt him, to be sure, but they were nothing compared to the experience of witnessing the inhuman intercourse.

As his girlfriend hurtled one final scream, so high pitched it made Isaac startle backwards with surprise, her motions atop Favorite stopped. Emma’s face beheld a satisfied smirk as she glanced knowingly into the camera below, before lifting herself upwards, revealing a blushing cavern filled with white liquid, the erotic image searing into his brain. Just like that, the screen went black, and Isaac was left alone in the dark once more.

Without warning, the printer in the far corner began to shudder itself into life, slowly vomiting a single page, with a nonsensical assortment of characters imprinted upon the otherwise blank paper.

OW BW BPM JWBIVQKIT OIZLMVA. NWTTWE BPM JCBBMZNTQMA. 8

The game begins.