The Manor!

Bethany and Vivian were each led to their starting positions. Their blindfolds were removed, and soon enough, a buzzer signaled the game's start. Fortunately enough, the Pool area was quite large, and the two could not immediately see one another, thanks largely to a formidable rock wall. Vivian immediately began glancing around the arena, trying to get her bearings. Seeing potential shelter in the nearby rock wall, she snuck into cover, her dark eyes darting about the arena.

Vivian was an incredibly lithe, dark skinned woman. Her arms and legs, long and thin, well toned from years upon years of cross country running and marathons. Her tight white cotton top clung to her frame, contrasting distinctly against her ebony skin. Her wide hips and muscular glutes stretched her thin lime green bikini bottoms to their limit. A generous portion of buttocks peaked out both above and below the straining fabric. Attempting to address one would only accentuate the predicament of the other. For the moment they caused her minimal discomfort, and her mind was focused much more so on her surroundings. After carefully creeping about the artificial stone labyrinth, her caution paid off.

Bethany was nowhere near so timid as her opponent. She'd nonchalantly strolled about the pool area from the opening buzzer. Her boldness rewarded her with first dibs on a pile of nylon rope between the main pool and a jacuzzi. The blonde was absolutely stunning. She stood nearly a foot taller than her opponent, and possessed a much more imposing figure than her twiggy counterpart. Voluptuous curves top and bottom, thick yet toned at the waist and thighs, a trim and defined waist. Certainly she turned heads in her lifeguard uniform, and certifiably craned necks in her current display. Her sun kissed skin seemingly refused to contain itself in a metallic red micro bikini top. Every step, every twist, every unguarded motion threatened to spill her bountiful bosom free from it's spandex confinement. Her matching side tie thong hardly fared better. An inch less of fabric anywhere about the suit, and she'd scarcely be wearing dental floss. Bethany was more or less unfazed by her state of dress, or well, undress. For the moment, she was far more concerned with determining the best way to carry as much rope as possible without unintentionally binding herself.

As the blonde tried a variety of techniques, Vivian hatched a plan. She ill liked the idea of a head to head confrontation. Her opponent stood at least a foot taller, and had at least twenty pounds of muscle on her. A fair fight was out of the question, especially now that Bethany had armed herself. No, Vivian would have to utilize the element of surprise, or wait out her foe and slink away to find an advantage or two of her own. Carefully, and very quietly, Vivian began scaling the rock wall, careful to test each foot hold and hand placement before committing. Her caution helped her avoid falling for any traps, but it also slowed her down, enough so that Bethany might've sworn she saw something moving among the rocks. With a few lengths of rope coiled about her shoulders, the blonde set off to investigate.

Vivian knew she needed to hide and wait for the right opportunity to strike or flee. She found a wonderful crevasse, perfectly designed to let her keep an eye over the entire pool area, while still secluding herself from view from below. Even better, there were two built-in escape routes that would let her clamber away in the ill event she should be spotted. If only she'd been a bit more focused on fully analyzing her surroundings, and not focused on the shapely blonde below, Vivian might have noticed a strange, faintly glowing red "X" in the ceiling above her. She might also have noticed a bar of lights about the outside of the "X" slowly dwindling line by line, like a timer counting down.

Bethany took her sweet time nearing the rock wall. The blonde was weary of traps and hazards, and took some interest in cryptic clues scattered about. An etching on a tile mentioning paces this way and that, groups of buttons inlaid on various surfaces with riddles posted on papers or metal signs nearby, all sorts of puzzles momentarily caught the blonde's attention. She stayed resolute however, determined to confirm she was indeed alone before exposing herself to a potential ambush. The buxom blonde was sure she'd seen something in the rocks a moment ago, and had no intention of becoming an easy target.

Unfortunately for both contestants, their cat and mouse game was rudely interrupted. The red "X" above Vivian's head slowly faded completely. Then it began flashing while sirens blared out from speakers all about the rock face. With a dramatic round of cannon fire, the pirate ship at the center of the arena burst to life. A large wooden stairway crashed to the ground, turning the surrounding pool into of a moat. A trio of women clad in classic pirate attire spilled out from the bow. Bethany scarcely needed a moment to determine that a 3v1 would not end well for her. She dropped her ropes from her hands and began sprinting away, hoping to flee the area before she could be overwhelmed. Vivian hunkered down, surprised, but hopeful that all would be well. Afterall, she was well hidden, surely the pirates wouldn't even know she was there.

One pirate gave chase to the fleeing blonde. Her approach was slow and steady, more interested in merely maintaining visual contact for now. The remaining two pirates split up, and approached the rock wall from opposing sides. Vivian lost track of each, but felt a wave of uneasiness. There was no reason for them to investigate the rock wall... unless they already knew she was there. Time to bail. Vivian aimed for one of the small pools near the base of the rock wall, took a few deep breaths to psyche herself up, and leapt. It was a beautiful dive... and she landed well in the center of the pool. Unfortunately, Vivian wasn't exactly a strong swimmer. Having nearly zero percent body fat, she sunk like a stone, and had to exert herself tremendously just to tread water. By the time she found her bearings, the twin Pirates had found themselves on either side of the rather small pool, coils of nylon rope in hand.

Bethany heard a tremendous splash, and couldn't help but turn to look. She was a good ways away, but she could clearly see Vivian splashing like a wounded animal, and two pirates waiting to snatch her up if she should get too close to the edge of her watery cage. The blonde took a moment to catch her breath. The other pirate seemed to have stopped giving chase. Perhaps she was safe. After all, she didn't set off the alarm, she was just walking. Surely the pirates were only interested in whoever triggered the trap. Third pirate was clearly just getting her opponent's punishment ready. The thought of an easy win over her first opponent brought a wide grin to Bethany's lips.

Vivian certainly had a wealth of stamina. However, treading water and running marathons test very different muscles. She could feel herself growing more and more fatigued. Before a fear of drowning could catch her mind, the pirates surrounding Vivi sprang into action. They let loose makeshift lassos and caught the flailing ebony goddess about her wrists. With gentle, but persistent tugs, they reeled in their thrashing prey. They pulled her arms over the edge of the pool, keeping her head above water, and her hands useless. The ends of the first lines were secured to some tables near the pool. Unable to pull her body up and over the ledge with nothing but her elbows and shoulders, Vivian was helpless. Her toned legs could only flail uselessly as she awaited her captor's next move.

More rope was brought to the dark skinned beauty. Coils wrapped around her shoulders, above and below her petite breasts, creating a fine rope harness. The rope **** her sopping wet cotton top against her chest. While her bosom was hardly noticeable, the same could not be said of her nipples. The cold water and adrenaline rush of her predicament engorged their tips, leaving them absurdly pronounced. The pirates teased and pinched her sensitive nubs, mocking her small chest and questioning the need for her shirt. A rough rope collar wrapped around her neck, and she was hoisted further out of the pool. Before she could even attempt a struggle, one of the pirates sat square on the small of her back. The tiny Vivian had no hope of dislodging her larger, heavier tormentor. She was helpless as her wrists were slowly unbound from the tables, and re-anchored behind her back to her new rope harness. Layer after layer, coil after coil, the pirates were nothing but thorough in securing her arms as helplessly as possible. A dozen knots would need to come loose before she could even dream of escape.

*SMACK* Vivian's beautiful black ass bounced tremendously from the first impact. *SMACK* Again, her dark skin jiggled and swayed as a pirate's open palm blasted her defenseless hide. The pirates jeered and joked about her toned buttocks as they fondled and spanked her. Her lime green bikini bottoms were cruelly raised and lowered to further torment the captive contestant. "This can't be happening! What can I do! It can't end like this!" Vivian panicked and moaned, pleading with the pirates to leave her alone. Her whining was music to their ears. Her ass looked beautiful and shapely with her panties drawn tight, the cloth digging and rubbing temptingly against her groin. She felt **** and exposed as the fabric was brought between her knees and probing hands spread her wide for their amusement. Fingers prodded and probed her, palms rubbed and spanked her ample posterior. She was utterly helpless.

Bethany cautiously approached the scene. Naturally, she enjoyed watching her opponent fall victim to The Manor's guards. One less problem to worry about. On the other hand, she had to be sure that this really was the end. It wouldn't do any good to leave the job half done with nothing to show for clearing the first room. She'd hoped to sneak closer and observe the finale before leaving. Plus, it wasn't every day you got a front row seat to a beautiful woman getting dominated and bound. Had the blonde been paying more attention to her surroundings, and less on the idea of Vivian being punished, she might have dodged the first of several blows to her head.

*WHACK!* *WHACK! *WHOMP!* Strike after strike rained down on the blonde's head. While they were somewhat painful, more than anything, they were disorienting. It took over a dozen swings before Bethany realized she was being struck by a pirate wielding a padded foam cutlass. It wouldn't do any permanent damage, but the lifeguard had no intention of weathering any further ****. She darted away, flailing her arms to try and protect her face. As she stumbled away from the ****, a nearby pool toy caught her eye. Silly as it was, an inflatable pool lounger would be better than nothing. Better to let her foe hit that than her beautiful face.

Well, provided that said chair WOULDN'T wrap leather straps about her wrists moments after grasping it. Startled by her sudden bondage, Bethany was helpless when the pirate approached and grappled her to the ground. The back of the rectangular balloon lay flush on the ground, while Bethany lay sprawled atop it. The geometry of the situation made it nearly impossible for the beach babe to get back on her feet. The task became truly impossible when the pirate **** her ankles into another set of automatic straps, forcing her into a humiliating pose. Face down, thong clad ass high in proud display.

The contestants soon found themselves face to face, bound tightly by The Manor staff. Vivian's petit breasts were now on full display, still tightly bound in a rope harness. They were further decorated with smears of bright white suntan lotion, lewd comments painting her chest like a tapestry. Her arms were still tightly bound in a dense web of rope weaving her wrists and elbows to her harness. Her legs were now bound in a tight frog tie. For all their strength, they were useless now. The teasing and tormenting of her nipples and ass left her crotch watering in frustrated anticipation. Purple and scarlet lipstick smeared across her lips and cheeks left proof of just how thoroughly her captors teased and taunted her.

Bethany hardly fared better. The scanty scraps of spandex pretending to be a bikini top had been effortlessly pulled aside. Her wrists were now bound to her waist, with large loops around the joint between her thighs and torso. Her ample breasts were on full display and served as the major focus of her tormentors. Smears of lipstick about her puffy, fully erect nipples detailed the story of her recent punishments. Above her breasts, crude pictures, "Bimbo", "Fuck Toy", "Whore" and more were scrawled in multiple colors of lipstick. Most damning of all, a trickle of recently extracted milk dripped from each of her breasts, and the telltale rings of discoloration stood as testament to her recent experience with a breast pump.

Believing their ordeal must surely be more or less at it's end, the contestants were rather surprised when one of the pirates approached them with "gifts" in hand. The pirates continued their mocking and belittlement as they cruelly applied powerful vibrators to each of the women's labias. The vibrations grew stronger and stronger as the tormentors gradually amped up the toys. They deftly maneuvered the heads all about their captive's womanhoods. The pirates delighted in each squeal and moan as they teased and toyed. Bethany could scarcely help herself as she screamed and moaned in extasy. Clearly, she was a hair trigger, and had no inhibitions when it came to announcing her pleasure.

Vivian on the other hand bit her lip and whimpered pathetically under the erotic ****. Waves of humiliation and shame choked her moans. She wanted nothing more than to squirm away, to escape this **** pleasure. She'd been stripped, inescapably tied, fondled and teased by strange women. Kissed and caressed against her will. Her nipples still burned. Her buttocks remembered the sting of their hands. They painted and demeaned her. Now they were forcing her to cum for them. She damned her hips as they bucked and grinded wantingly into the cruel toy. She damned her womanhood for soaking her panties in so lowly a state. She damned whatever part of her enjoyed this as her body shook and trembled in orgasmic release.

As both women sat in trembling post-orgasm bliss, they breathed heavily and winced as the pirates removed their panties. For Bethany, it was a slow, teasing affair as the strings on her barely there thong were slowly, ever so slowly peeled away. She could feel every inch of thread as it flossed her nethers. They were positively soaking as they dangled before her eyes. Vivian endured one final tease as the pirates pulled up on the hem of her panties, giving her one last grind against her exhausted and sensitive crotch before they crept lower, and lower, and lower. Exposing her ass. Past her dripping, swollen womanhood, past her glistening thighs, past her bound knees... then off and away. She too had thoroughly drenched her thin little panties. An obnoxious wet spot, nearly half the fabric on front and back proved her loss of control.

Neither woman was particularly welcoming of the idea of having the other woman's underwear getting shoved in their mouths. Neither had much say in the matter either. The smell the other woman's sex. The flavor. It was inescapable and utterly humiliating. The garments were locked in place with layer after layer of scarves. More and more fabric was applied, until neither woman could so much as wiggle their jaws. A final wrapping sealed away their eyes. The dark only amplified their helplessness, their shame. Unfortunately for them, the pirates were far from done.

By the end of the game, Vivian found herself becoming a decoration on the anchor of the ship. Her arms and hands were bound to bar that ran far across the back of her shoulders, keeping them perfectly parallel to the ground. A rope harness further secured her to the top of the anchor, pushed her tiny chest out. Dark, pebbled nipples sat squarely framed in decorative clamps that dangled from and stimulated the nubs. Every breeze and breath teased them ever so slightly, keeping them hard and prominently on display. With no support along the back, she dangled and twisted in the wind, giving a fine view of her entire body as she slowly spun. Her legs, now free of her frog tie were spread wide, strapped to the tips of a bent metal bar. A powerful wand vibrator hummed against her labia and clit, forcing orgasms out of the ebony woman every few minutes. An outrageous plug sealed her ass, putting her buttocks on clear display. A small motor **** part of the plug in and out of her anus, fucking her softly as she dangled overboard.

Bethany found herself if scarcely better condition. Now she sat floating, bound to a buoy used to serve drinks to pirates relaxing in the pool beneath their ship. Her hands were trapped in padded stockades locked above and behind her head, forcing her to thrust her chest out in prominent display. A tight leather posture collar prevented her from shuffling her head or struggling in any meaningful way. A dog tag emblazoned with "Bimbo" adorned her new collar, as did a leash the pirates could tug to pull her floating prison in any direction they pleased. Her breasts remained on full display, and served as primary entertainment for her captors. Sometimes they would kiss and suckle at her nipples to tease them and make her leak milk. Other times they would attach clamps and weights to punish her for no particular offense. They might draw feathers or trace fingers about her soft flesh to tease and tickle her for a squirming response. They would lather her with oil and soap to slicken her skin and intensify the next sensation. In the end, she was simply their toy. Her legs were spread and locked in deep padded stockades embedded in the buoy. Without keys, there was simply no hope for escape. The blonde's crotch "rested" on a wedge shaped protrusion that pushed deeply into her womanhood. Worse, she'd been stuffed with a powerful vibrator and the wedge itself hummed periodically. She'd already soaked the rubber a dozen times over. She'd soak it again, and again, and again, for as long as she remained in her predicament. Worse still, feathered contraptions and stiff brushes teased and tickled her entombed feet and ass. Locked as she was, she couldn't even flinch or squirm against the sensations. Perfectly stuck, she simply had to endure the excessive stimulation with no outlets for release.

Hopefully one team or another would win soon. The girls weren't entirely sure how much of this they could take...