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THE GAMES PART SEVEN By Nancy Rose (NOTE: If you haven't read Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six you really should! Part One is here... https://fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=1473 Chapter 24 THE PRESIDENT EXAMINES THE LATEST polls and grows more angry by the second. Tonight's events have not helped the cause, not the short term goals nor the long term. That Kip boy is making trouble, and he needs to stop it. Why didn't he just lie back and take his raping? Why did he have to be so damn noble and try to make friends with that pasty little man? It was a brave thing for Kip to do, and a clever thing, to talk his way off of that rape horse. It made him popular. Some of the betting money is going his way now, and if richies begin to care about the boy's fate, the political questions will become complex. The president scans the numbers as they come in from each territory. In Kip's home state, State 13, he is wildly popular. To be expected. In Calvin's state, State 10, Kip is seeing a huge surge in popularity as well. Also to be expected. But State 9? The state that spawned the two bullies who strapped Kip into the rape horse? Even in State 9 Kip is popular. State 9 doesn't seem to care for its contestants this year, and no wonder. They are two ugly, brainless men with no camera appeal. The president sighs. "What to do? What to do?" She scans more reports, more in-depth analysis on the country's state of mind. The average viewer believes that Kip was cheated, and that Kip should be given an advantage to make up for the feminizer shot. The average viewer is losing lost trust in the government because he believes he is being lied to about what happened to Kip. So much for the "experts," the talking heads who were hired to go on various talk shows and discuss the incident at the pageant. They were supposed to cover the truth with a cloud of lies and misdirection, and they failed. Worthless is what they are. Even worse, State Intelligence is reporting more rumblings of rebellion, more resentment of the government's control. The reports coming in from the spies are troubling. The men are beginning to pull at their leashes. The dogs need a lesson. And what Kip needs is to be taken down a peg or two. She calls in The Secretary of Games, the stupid bitch who should have never let this situation get out of control. She had best not fuck up again. *** The Secretary of Games is busy with Tex, the advisor she paid to sabotage Kip by tricking that slutty sissy Janine. A sissy Advisor, who ever heard of such a thing? Tex was happy to take the money, and happy to do the deed. The Secretary almost peed herself laughing when the sissy started vomiting after seeing a picture of a quite typical vagina. Such a display! Sissy training truly is amazing. That...thing...was once a completely heterosexual man, and now she loses her lunch at the mere site of a cunt. Oh poor sissy! The bitch is still trouble though. The sabotage didn't work. The State 9 boys didn't get the job done, and the Secretary blames Tex. Tex had her Advisor's pad right in his hands. He fucked it up. He could have gifted anything. Why just the lube? Why not more? Why not spend all of the bitch's gift money and really fuck their chances of winning? "Well, it didn't seem like the right thing to do..." Tex says to her in that stupid drawl that no longer sounds at all charming. "Right thing to do!" she screams at him, poking a finger into his chest. "You stupid, backwoods moron! The right thing to do was to get that Kip fucker fucked and then get him to cum out! You had that sissy cunt's pad! Why didn't you do more? Are you as much of a moron as you seem?" Tex has a big bushy walrus mustache the color of straw. His longish hair is the same color but with a sprinkling of gray. The secretary found him attractive until just a few moments ago when Kip found his way off of that rape horse. Now Tex looks like just another male idiot whose only purpose is to work, follow orders, fuck and die on schedule. "Ma'am," he says with the kind of respectful tone you only hear from men from the south. "I did my best. I didn't feel good about it, but I did for my boys. If you want me to do more, if you'll help my boys, then I'll do whatever I can to make it right." "You are damn right you will or I will bury you up to your neck and then light that ridiculous mustache on fire. You understand me?" "Yes, ma'am," says Tex. "I definitely get the gist." *** Dirk is by himself in a room with brown walls, a blue bed, and a dresser made of wood. It feels masculine, so he feels safe here. He had to kick a guy out, but that was fine. He didn't mind beating a guy up. All's fair in The Games, and what is important in The Games is to claim a male bedroom. But what about Kip? Shit. He left his partner behind. Damn it. The stupid bitch should have followed him. Or maybe I should have grabbed her hand and kept her with me. Maybe it's my fault I'm alone. Maybe I did exactly the opposite of what Janine told me to do because I'm a big, fat, egotistical idiot. I don't need Kip. Seriously, I don't. These guys are all idiots. I'm bigger, stronger, faster. I'm going to win. I am definitely going to win. Still, Kip might be a help. If he can do some of the dirty work, and by dirty work, I mean jacking guys off, then maybe I should keep him around for a bit. Dirk sits on the bed, looks around the room. It's creepy being all alone. And it's creepy begin naked. The black skinsuit retracted a while ago and now he's exposed, and cold. He gets into the bed and gets under the sheet. No help. He's still cold. And alone, really alone. He wishes he had a friend with him, even Kip. Kip, goddamn, what that feminizer did to him. He seriously almost looks like a girl now. He was such a big dude, and now he's like a small dude or a big girl. He even has little tits. Not me. Not ever. I will never have tits. Shit! It is cold in here. Maybe I should find Kip. Yeah. Maybe I should do that. I'll do that. He stands up, heads to the door, turns the knob and opens it. He heads out into the hallway. It stretches for almost forever in each direction, dozens of doors on each side. He hears a scream, loud, panicked and full of pain. The scream is cut short. Silence follows. He listens. Hears nothing. He walks in the direction he thinks it came from. Should I be walking toward the scream? Or running away? Or hiding? I'm an idiot. But I'm walking toward it. I need to see what happened. A door opens to his left. He jumps back, lifts his fists. He's ready to fight. Out walks Pie, the short little guy who seems like a girl already. His naked body is pale and thin, but hard looking. His nipples are pink and erect. His hairless cock and balls look tiny, like a child's. Is he even old enough to be in The Games? Pie smirks, looks him in the eye. "You got a problem?" Pie asks. The little boy has the look of cold death in his eyes. Dirk looks down and sees blood dripping from the fingers of Pie's right hand. "No, I'm good," Dirk says. "Smart move," says Pie and walks down the hall. He watches him, her, whatever, walk down the hall, ass pert. From the back, he looks even more like a girl, but a small young one, too young for fun. Dirk goes into the room. This one has red walls. Chains dangle from the ceiling. One of those chains is wrapped around the neck of a naked dead man, his weight limp and heavy. One of his eyes is gone, nothing left but a bloody hole. On the black tiled floor is the eyeball, the white of it bright. It rest in a pool of red blood. It looks up and toward the door. Dirk backs his way out of the door, closes it. Yeah. I should find Kip. Having at least one person on my side would be a good idea. *** Janine is in her room, her well-appointed, expensively furnished, tastefully decorated hotel room that is designed to remind richies how rich they are. Janine has spent a lot of time in hotel rooms like this, so the luxury of massive bathtubs, massaging showers and body-morphing beds is no longer a novelty. The difference with this room is that she won't be leaving in the middle of night, leaving her customer, letting him go to satisfying sleep without a load of cum or two. A whore, that's all I am, a goddamn whore. I am paid to be used, paid to be abused. I'm a pretty little nothing, a party favor, an amusement, to be tossed aside after I'm used. She is washing vomit from her skirt in the bathroom sink. She likes this skirt, a tight gray pencil skirt that ends just above her knees and has just the right amount of slit in the back, just enough to let her walk and just enough to give admiring eyes a peak or two of her shapely legs. She is naked, as naked as Kip is right now, that poor boy. She is supposed to be helping him, and what happens? She loses her pad to another Advisor while vomiting up her breakfast because she happened to see a picture of lady parts. Stupid, stupid sissy. Trusting a man who wasn't paying you. Did you really think he wanted to be friends? With you? The town trollop? He's your enemy, you silly girl! There are no friends here! She hangs the skirt over a towel rack to dry. She is still wearing heels, pale pink ones. She hasn't walked in bare feet or flats for year. She's not sure she can do it. She can't even stand in the shower. The pain in her calves is too much. She takes baths and walks on tip toes when she can't be in a sturdy pair of pumps. This was another result of her training, her molding. She is a sissy now, so much so that she barely remembers what it was like to not be one. She looks at her naked body in the mirror. Her cock stirs. The sight is intoxicating. The feminine image presented to her still pushes the male buttons left in her brain. That is one of the secrets to the Sissy Training Program. It works better with straight men because if you turn a straight man into the feminine creature he desires, then he will give in to all further feminization and training. "And you do like looking at yourself, don't you slut?" she asks her image in the mirror. Her breasts are full and firm, big but not too big, with just a hint of natural sag to them. Janine didn't need fake implants. The hormones and nanos grew her breasts out beautifully. Her shoulders and arms are thin, graceful, and elegant. Her hands are maybe a touch too big, but her pink-tipped talons make up for that. Her belly is flat and toned. It's easy to stay thin when your stomach has been reduced to the size of a golf ball, another gift from the Sissy Academy. The hormones and nanos did the rest, pulling in her waist, enlarging her hips, and rounding out her ass. Quite an ass she has. It's too big really, just a ridiculous display of flesh, but men love it. Men love asses almost as much as they love tits, maybe even more. Her cock is perfectly normal, a fine six inches, the same six inches she had when she went into the academy. She was lucky. Some sissies are assigned miniaturized parts, so they are barely bigger than a baby's. Others get their parts enlarged, especially sissies designed to serve women. Janine was a winner of the The Games, so the trainers allowed her to keep her penis intact, their one gift to her. It is a reminder of what she used to be, who she used to be. She looks at herself and gets hard, very hard. If she could stand to look at a pussy, she would love to fuck one right now. She is horny, and there is no relief for her. Like every sissy, she is attracted to men, gets excited by men, especially when they are bigger and stronger than her. Something is always missing though, when she is with a man, something all that time in the hypno box couldn't give her. A spark is missing, a spark that the thought of a pretty girl always gives her. She is a pretty girl. She looks at herself, and wants to fuck that gorgeous creature. Wanting the impossible seems to be your specialty, you silly sissy. Now put your make up on, get dressed, and get back to work. Kip needs you. Her cock tingles a bit at the thought of Kip, especially Kip in his current form, so deliciously caught between male and female. Time to give you some real gifts, dear Kip, and get you out of there with your cock intact. *** Kip's father watches The Games in horror. His big, strong son, who was once a boy and who grew into an impressive man, is now half his size, and half himself. He looks like a girl, no, worse, he looks like a sissy. The way he looks manly from one angle, and female from another. If the light hits his face right, he still looks like Kip, looks like a boy, maybe just a bit smaller. Then, from other angles, as he runs down the hallways, as the light hits him in certain ways, he looks like a girl, moves a little like a girl, lighter on his feet, his rear bigger, his legs thinner. Why must they do this to us? We are a good family, obedient, productive. We've never broken a law, never attend a meeting of a banned organization. Kip attended a church, but lots of people attend church. Why would the government care? Why do this to us? He knows the answer. He has known it his entire life. He went to government schools and he heard the answer almost every day. He has The History of the Rebel States memorized: "Men in the rebel states will be controlled. Men in the rebel states will be punished. The treachery of the rebel states almost resulted in the end of the human race. Rebel men almost killed all the women. Therefore, men from the rebel states must sacrifice their sons to become breeders and sissies. Rebel men must submit and be ready to sacrifice their manhood." But isn't obedience enough? Regret? Repentance? How long must we be punished? He wishes that there were no Games. He wishes they would just take boy babies and turn them into girls before they even know who or what they are. He wishes that young men didn't grow up to love being young men, only to be forced to be girls and sissies. That's exactly why the government has The Games, to remind you of how powerful they are, how superior. They have their science, their troops, and their weapons. They could sterilize us all with a single bomb. They could turn us all into sexless freaks. They can do anything to us. They really are like cruel gods. Someone should teach them a lesson. He watches Kip trot down a hallway, naked as a jaybird, the silver collar around his neck. He looks lost and confused. Kip sees something, looks surprised. The screen cuts to black. What did he see? What's going on? Kip, please be safe. Please come back to me. Chapter 25 I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M going, or where I'm supposed to go, or what I'm supposed to do. These halls are endless. I go around a corner, and there is another hall with another set of doors, all of them locked. If this is a game, I don't know how to play. Someone needs to tell me the rules. Where is the food? Where are the contest rooms, the submission chair, the arena and the rest? Whoever designed The Games this year is putting on one weird show. Is anyone watching me right now? Is this even good TV, me wandering around? Is my father watching? I wonder what he?s thinking. I wonder if? A door opens down the hall and out come two black suited agents followed by a purple robed newt, as bald as a lizard. I turn to run but there is a wall in the way. Where did it come from? I just came from that direction. Where did the hallway go? I touch the wall, the wall where one should not be, and it?s quite solid. Can the government manipulate matter now? Can they rewrite reality? What the hell is going on? ?There is no need to fear,? says a creaky voice that I know belongs to the newt. ?We are here to help you.? I turn and face them. The agents, their eyes behind black visors, their faces behind masks, stand disinterested. They are tall, strong looking. I?ve seen them drag off big burly miners with little effort. There is no resisting them. The newt between them is an odd little reptile, bone thin, loose skin dangling under his chin, his eyes are open too wide and bulging, his lips too thin. ?Would you like help?? the newt asks. ?Am I allowed to take help from a newt?? I ask. ?I?m not sure what the rules are. What am I supposed to do?? ?Rules? Dear one, there are no rules.? ?Then how do I play the game?? ?My advice?? ?Yes, what is your advice?? ?Obey.? ?You?? ?Yes, dear.? ?What do you want me to do?? ?Enter that room and sit in the chair.? The agent on my left reaches out and turns the door knob of a door that I swear was locked just seconds ago. He pushes open the door, then resumes his position. I look in the room. There is a large padded chair with straps on the arms, around the neck, and around the legs. They want to put me in that chair. I know what that chair is. It?s a behavior modification chair. ?That?s cheating,? I say. ?You aren?t allowed to do this. You aren?t contestants.? ?Haven?t I mentioned there are no rules?? asks the newt. ?We aren?t on TV right now, are we? If the people knew the government is interfering in The Games, if people knew the whole rotten show is rigged, the whole country would explode.? ?They will never know anything but what we show them.? ?What are you going to do to me?? ?Make you a better contestant.? ?What if I say no?? ?Did you know that agents are five times as strong as the average man? It?s true. They are dumb as rocks. They get lobotomized after all. However, blind obedience is what we in government service require. If I tell them to rip your arms out they will. Now, will you sit? Or will you struggle?? I am beaten, for now. I can?t fight them, especially not in my current physical state. I walk into the room. I sit in the chair. I try to look brave. I know the cameras aren?t on me, but I still want to look in control. ?Do your worst, you disgusting little newt,? I say ?I do love your spirit. You will be a wonderful asset to the Games, especially after we are done.? ?What are we doing?? ?Would you like a candy?? He holds out a red hard candy wrapped in clear plastic. I?m hungry. I like candy. We used to get it when we were good in school. I know shouldn?t eat it. Anything this man gives me is poison; I know this. What choice do I have? If I don?t eat it, the goons will shove it down my throat, of this I?m sure. I?m starving. Why fight over everything? I?m tired. I take the red candy, unwrap it, pop it into my mouth. It tastes like cherries and vanilla. It?s sweet. It?s delicious. Nothing happens. Everything is fine. ?Behave and you?ll get another one,? says the newt. He straps my neck to the chair?s headrest. He smells vaguely of flowers as he moves around me, strapping down my wrists, then my ankles. He?s gentle in a way. He seems to not care if I?m intimidated by him or his goons or the power he has over me. He acts like a man doing a job, just getting his tasks done, like a technician. Once again, I am strapped to a piece of furniture. It?s getting old, very old. ?As I promised,? he says and pulls out another red candy. He unwraps it and holds it in front of my mouth. I open and he places it on my tongue. It?s as delicious as the first one, but tastes different. This one is strawberry and chocolate. ?You will be please to know that what we are going to do is temporary,? he says. ?It will be intense, and feel overwhelming. However, as it is with all rush jobs, it will not stand the test of time. This kind of thing is best done over time, a little at a time, slowly, patiently. A house built over the course of a month with the right materials might stand for a lifetime. A house built in an hour? It might not last a night, no matter what you made it with.? ?What the hell are you talking about?? ?What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?? ?Vanilla.? ?Excellent.? He walks behind me. I can?t see what he?s doing. There is a rustling, like he?s taking something out of a bag. He slips something over my eyes. The world is black. ?Think about a big bowl of vanilla ice cream,? he says. I see it, inside my mind I see a big bowl of creamy, beige ice cream with little brown flecks of vanilla bean in it. ?Good boy,? he says. ?Eat some, taste it.? I have a spoon. I?m no longer tied down. Nothing else exists but me, the bowl of ice cream, and the spoon in my hand. I scoop a big dollop into my mouth. It tastes like heaven, like something created by gods. I savor the flavor and my entire being is delirious happy. It is a perfect sensation. I never want it to end. As it begins to recede, I scoop another bite into my mouth, so, so good. Just as the pleasure surges through my body, a picture of a big hard penis shoots into my mind. I don?t know where it came from. It was in front of me, for just second. It was gone so fast I am barely even sure I saw it, yet I?m sure it was there. I remember how big it was, how hard, how pretty. I take another big bite of ice cream. The bowl never seems to end. No matter how much I eat, there is always more ice cream. No matter how much I eat, my hunger never eases. In fact, I only seem to get hungrier. The cocks appear more often. The visions of them mix with the pleasurable sensation of the ice cream. The more I eat, the more I see lovely cocks, and I know the cocks taste as good as the ice cream does. ?Tastes so good,? says a voice in my ear, a pretty voice, might be female, might be male, I can?t tell, but I like the voice. It makes me feel good. ?It?s so nice to have your mouth filled,? says the voice. ?Creamy is lovely,? it says. More cocks now. I see them more than I see ice cream. I like them. I love them. One big pretty one stays before me for a few seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours, I don?t know. It is tall like a skyscraper, tanned, thick, with a big pink head and an intricate network of veins up and down it. My mouth waters for it. ?So hungry,? says the voice. ?You are so, so hungry.? I am starving. There is an ache in the center of me that needs to be filled, and the only thing that I know can fill it is sucking on a cock. I want so much to suck a big hard rod, to feel its velvety skin on my mouth, too run my tongue up and down its delicious length. No! I tell myself. No! You don?t want this. This is not you. They are fucking with you, making you something you?re not! Resist! ?Resisting are we?? The newt?s voice comes out of nowhere, disembodied, loud, like a rude ghost invading my head while I?m trying to view lovely, suckable penises. ?Fuck you!? I say. ?I won?t do it! I won?t let you change me!? ?But you are so hungry,? the agent says. ?So painfully hungry.? The ache in my center grows into a searing pain, like I was stabbed with a knife. I am ravenous. The cock looks so nice, so tasty. If I sucked on it, it would taste just like vanilla ice cream, I know it would. Resist. Don?t think about it. Think about something else. Think about?pancakes. Hot dogs. Green beans. Anything but ice cream. ?Just give in, my sweet,? says the newt. ?Just let it happen. Why go through all this pain? Giving up is easy. What you need to make the pain go away is right in front of you.? I think about Janine. What would she want me to do? She would say?Give in? Become a cocksucker? Bend, don?t break? Just let them re-wire my brain so I love sucking cock? I did suck a cock. I sucked on Janine?s. I loved it. I did it for her, wanting to make her feel good, and I ended up feeling wonderful, so happy, with her big sissy clit in my mouth. Such a simple thing to do, open wide, gently suck, use your tongue? ?Good boy,? says the agent. ?That?s my good boy.? The penis in front of me, I take it into my mouth like I had Janine?s. I?m sucking on it and I can taste it with my entire body. The sweetness, the smoothness, the satisfaction of feeling full, of being happy. I love sucking this cock, this beautiful cock. As good as it feels, I need something more. I need its milk. I need it to fill me. I will be hungry until I have it. This I know. ?What do you want, dear one?? asks the newt. ?To taste it,? I say. ?To drink it.? ?The milk, yes, the delicious life-giving milk. Is that what you want?? ?Yes, please yes.? ?Then you shall have it.? The cock in my mouth shakes, shudders and then erupts. Sweet creamy milk cums out. I swallow all I can, like a man dying of thirst I gulp it down. ?Delicious,? says the voice neither male nor female, somewhere in between. I?m so happy I could cry. I?ve never felt so good, so whole, so healthy. ?Wonderful,? says the voice. The white cream spills out of my mouth, runs down my cheeks. It?s on my chest, my hands. I want to be covered in it, to bathe in it. It is life. It is joy. It?s everything I want. I wish I were submerged in it. ?Joyful,? says the voice. I want to feel like this forever. And then it?s gone. All gone. I?m alone. Like a dream, the newt and the agents are gone. Did it even really happen. I have no idea. The walls of the room are red, the floor is black. I?m naked except for the collar. I?m lying on the cold, tile floor. It?s uncomfortable, but I feel drained, tired. I don?t want to stand. I want a nap. Oh god, the taste, that wonderful taste. I can remember it. I miss it. I want it. I want to cry I miss it so much. I need to suck a cock so much. If I don?t get one right now, I will just die. I need one right now. No! This isn?t right! I don?t want this. This isn?t who I am. I am a man. I want to fuck. I want pussy. I want a real girl to spread her legs open for me and beg me to fuck her. That?s what I want. That?s who I am. I am made to drive my hard cock into open, wet pussy?I?oh god?damn it? I want to suck cock. I need to suck cock. It?s temporary. I know it is. They will fix me after The Games. Bend, don?t break, right Janine? I get up and push the door open. I am on the hunt for cock. Chapter 26 MY NAME IS DIRK AND I am tired of walking these fucking halls. I haven?t seen anyone for a long time. Every hallway and door looks the same. It?s like some kind of nightmare, one of those weird ones where everything seems real, but isn?t quite, like the one where you?re walking around town and then realize you?re naked and everyone is staring at you and laughing and pointing. I?m naked right now, but I don?t think anyone is laughing at me. They better not be anyway. If anyone gives me shit after I win The Games, I?m going to beat their ass. Janine, that stupid slut. That?s how you win The Games, you kick some ass. I just wish there was someone around with an ass I could kick. God I?m getting hungry. When are we going to eat? They have to give us food soon, right? A door opens to my left. I am ready to throw down. Who wants to want some fist in his face? What? Holy shit? It?s that breeder, the one I fucked, what was her name? I can?t remember her name. She?s pretty hot though. Shit, I gotta keep myself under control. I?m horny as shit, and I need to watch myself. One false move and spurt, I?m out of the games and cunted. What does this bitch want? What the hell is she even doing here? Is this even legal? She looks good enough to eat! I love that short skirt and those plump little legs in those heels. She felt so good to fuck, so soft and nice, like a girl should feel, like a warm pillow. Stop it! Fuck! Calm the fuck down. Your cock is way too hard for a game where the whole idea is to not cum. *** My name is Jasmine and there he is! The love of my life! The father of my baby! The man who made love to me and filled me with his seed. I?m going to spend the rest of my life with him. We are going to live together in a little white house with a picket fence. Once he wins The Games, he?ll be able to afford it. He?ll be able to do what he wants, buy what he wants, and marry who wants, and he?ll love me, marry me, even though I?m just a silly breeder. I?ll make a dozen babies for him and raise them all and he?ll be a proud papa. I just need to help him win. That?s what the neuter told me, the nice neuter who gave me candy. I?m to do everything I can to help my future husband win. I?m to suck cocks, open my pussy, let men fuck my ass, and do whatever it takes. I hate the idea of other men touching me, but I have to let it happen. I?m doing it for him, for my sweet Dirk, for my man. When he understands the sacrifice I?m going to make for him, he will love me so much. He?s going to love me forever. Oh God, I want to fuck him right now. I need his cock in me right now. My pussy is just sopping wet. I need to resist, if I make him cum, he?ll lose, and he can?t lose. I can?t let that be my fault. I will help him win. I will. I will be a good girl for him. *** Alright Dirk, just calm down. It?s a trick. It?s The Games. They are going to fuck with you. That?s the whole point of The Games, right? They are going to tempt you, get you to mess up, distract you, find ways to get you good and horny and get you to spurt. How many times have you seen this on TV? You grew up watching it, watching guys get all turned on, and then lose it. Sploof. And they are all breeders, getting fucked and cranking out babies. Not you Dirk, not you. You are going to beat them. What I need to do is use this to my advantage, right? That?s what the smart players do, turn the traps into weapons. They want to throw this stupid fucking breeder at me ? what is her name, damn, I can?t remember her name, but I remember how good that pussy felt ? they want her to make me cum? I?ll use her to make other stupid motherfuckers cum out. ?Hey babe,? I say to her, acting cool as shit. ?What are you doing here? You get lost?? She jumps at me, wraps her arm around me, hugs me tight. Oh my fucking God she feels good. I?ve got to get her off of me? Maybe I could just fuck her a little bit, not cum, but, you know, just feel it go into her wet pussy?stop it! I push her away, even though my cock hates me for it. ?Babe!? I say. ?You?ve got to cool it. My cock, you know, he really seems to like you.? ?I?m sorry, baby,? she says in that sexy little girly voice. Damn she?s hot. Just perfect for a cum magnet. That?s what I need her to be. ?I?m just so glad to see you.? ?I know, I know,? I say. ?You have an effect on me, you know? My cock could blow just looking at you.? *** I love that he says that to me. I want to make him hard. I can?t wait to make him cum again. It just can?t be here. When this is over, he?s going to love me so much, and love fucking me so much. I was made to be his fuck toy. I can?t wait to be filled with his seed and feel his babies sucking on my tits. I can already feel them filling with milk for his first baby, the little life growing inside of me. I can?t tell him about the baby though. The neuter told me not to, told me that it would be distracting. It might hurt Dirk?s chances, so I don?t want to do that. But I do want to help him. But how? I hope he knows what to do. I find it so hard to think for myself. I like it so much when someone else tells me what to do, especially a big strong man. *** How to use her to my advantage? That?s the question. A girl like her, she could definitely get a guy to cream himself. ?So, hey babe, you want to help me?? I ask her. ?Oh yes!? she says. ?More than anything. I want to help you win. You?ve got to win.? ?I?ve got to win?? ?Yes! It?s so important that you win. You gave no idea.? I don?t know what she?s talking about, and I don?t like it. Something else is going on, but what the hell? She says she wants to help, and I?m fine with that. ?Great. So you, you know, you okay to fuck a couple guys to get them out of The Games?? ?Oh yes! Of course, if that?s what you want. I?ll do anything for you. Of course, I?d rather do it with you, you were so good at it, but if you want?? ?Okay! Enough, we?ve got to find a room.? ?Like this one, silly?? she waves at the door she just came out of. ?Yeah, maybe, let?s check it out.? I walk in there and it?s a white room. I don?t know what the fuck these white rooms are all about. In the The Games, you are supposed to have sissy rooms, man rooms and submission rooms. Sleep in a sissy room, you might wake up with tits and hungry for cock. Sleep in a man room, and you might wake up with bigger muscles, a hard cock and horny as hell. The submission rooms were for strapping guys down so their junk is out, so one of the sissy boys can finish him off. The year, The Games is really fucking weird with these endless halls and white rooms. What the hell happens in a white room? Still, I don?t care. If I can get a guy into this room with her ? goddamn I wish I could remember her name ? that guy would be done for, no matter what color the walls are. There is a bed, looks comfy, nice white sheets and blankets and everything. There is a dresser. I don?t know what?s in there and don?t much care. ?Will this do?? the breeder says. ?Oh yeah, it will do fine. You just stay here and look pretty, and I?ll bring back a guy.? She does look good. I love that tight little skirt and how curvy her legs are. Those heels she?s wearing, man, she is one sexy little breeder. I?d love to?Stop it! Get to work, Dirk! She sits on the bed, looks at me. I want to get in that bed with her so much. God, my cock is so hard it hurts. I?ve never been this horny. ?You better go,? she says, and smiles. PONG! ?Well you two have made quite the little love nest,? says the announcer. He?s such an annoying fuck. ?Dirk, you have a choice, would you like to make this a pink room or a blue room.? ?Why do I care?? ?Well, in a pink room, whatever male spends the night here will be sissified, losing some of his manhood. He will also be somewhat less amorous, and so might resist the charms of your dear Jasmine.? Jasmine! Shit! Why couldn?t I remember her name? ?Or,? the announcer continues, ?If a blue room, any male in the room will have his masculinity enhanced, becoming bigger and stronger, and also much more hungry for sex. Jasmine will surely be ravished.? I think about it for a second. The answer seems obvious. I should go with blue. I am about to answer when he says? ?One other minor little rule. Anyone who enters this room will not leave until an orgasm has occured. You or anyone will be able to enter, but there will be no leaving until cum is spilled, am I understood?? I don?t get why I should care. I get Jasmine and a guy in there. The guy will get horny. The guy will fuck her. The guy will cum inside Jasmine. The guy is eliminated from The Games. What is so hard about this decision? ?Blue,? I say. ?Blue it is!? says the announcer. The room shimmers for a second, the white that is everywhere gets brighter, and then the room becomes blue, a dark blue. The walls are blue, the bed, the dresser, the ceiling, everything. I like it. I?d like to sleep in this room. But not with her. She looks even better now, all that creamy white skin against the dark blue blanket, those big tits, that plump little ass?Shit! I?ve got to get out of this room! ?I gotta go, babe,? I say. ?You stay here and keep looking hot.? ?I?ll try and do that,? she says with a grin like the little cock tease that she is. I get the hell out of there. My cock was ready to blow. Time to find some asshole and get him in that room. *** I lounge on the bed for a few minutes. I touch myself through my panties. I want to make sure I?m good and wet when my date arrives. It feels so amazing, so much better than that disgusting penis I used to have. I?m so glad they took it away from me. What was my boy name again? I can?t even remember. I pinch the nipple on my right breast with my right hand while I diddle my clit with my left hand. Oh god it feels so nice. I?m so looking forward to being fucked, a nice big cock filling up my pussy. It?s so much fun being a breeder! I don?t know why more men don?t volunteer. I?d never go back. It?s not real. You are a man. They can cut you up, brain wash you, drug you, hypnotize you, but I?ll always be here, deep inside your mind. I am the real you. ?Oh shut up!? I tell that annoying voice that always pops up when I?m having fun. Mmmmmm, I?m so close to cumming. I hope my date gets here soon. I need to a big hard dick in my mouth. I need to taste some yummy cum. That will shut up that stupid voice. The door opens. Outside I see Dirk ? oh my heart leaps for him! ? wrestling with another guy. The guy is naked like Dirk, a nice set of muscles on him, but nothing like my Dirk. He?s doomed. Dirk grunts and gives a big shove. The new guy stumbles into the room. He tries to jump outside again but hits something. Weird. The door is open, but he can?t get out. There is an invisible wall there. It?s like the announcer said, you can come in, but you can?t get out. ?Have a nice time, fuckwad!? Dirk says with a grin and walks away. The guy turns and looks at me. His eyes get big. His cock gets hard, standing straight out for me. I?m flattered. That is exactly the response we are taught to get out of men. When we are pretty enough, sexy enough, feminine enough, then men can?t resist. Their bodies respond in a way they can?t control. They need to fuck. They need to breed. And that?s what I am made for. ?Come to bed, sweety,? I say. ?I?ve been waiting for you.? He obeys, like a good boy. *** I close the door, give the love birds some privacy. I stand outside of the door and listen. I hear her tell him to come to bed. Such a good slut. Maybe I will fuck her again after The Games, give her a baby even. She has certainly been helpful. PONG! ?Excellent work, Dirk,? the announcer says. ?You have trapped a contestant in a room with a quite ripe breeder. Well done.? ?Thanks,? I say, but I?m worried. I?ve seen The Games enough to know when the announcer has something else to say, when another shoe is about to drop. ?Now, there is a little something else that you should know,? the announcer says. ?I was negligent in not telling you earlier. My apologies.? ?What? What is it?? ?Your Jasmine? She happens to be carrying your baby. She will be the mother of your first child. Congratulations.? ?What? No. You can?t?.You?re lying. You must be lying.? ?I am not! I have never lied to a contestant, and I never will. You?re going to be a father! I?m sure that is exciting news for you.? ?You fucking bastards.? ?Perhaps you would like to see what your child?s mother is up to right now?? ?No, please don?t?? On a wall between doors a vid image takes shape. It?s from a camera above the blue bed where Jasmine is, where Jasmine is being fucked by that asshole I shoved into the room. My baby, my son, he?s in her, and he?s getting a face full of penis. Fuck that shit. Fuck this. No one is fucking her until after she births my son. I will not allow it! I am a man! I open the door and run into the room. END OF CHAPTER 26 END OF PART SEVEN TO BE CONTINUED Hi! I hope you are enjoying this story. It has been very fun to write! If you could do me a favor, please leave a review. It doesn?t have to be long. Reviews help get a story noticed and will also let me know what you like (and don?t) about The Games. If you?d like to chat, you can like me on Facebook at? https://www.facebook.com/nancyrosetv I?m also on tumbler here? http://nancyrosetv.tumblr.com/ I am on Twitter here? https://twitter.com/nancyrosetv You can also read my full length novella The Trainer here? http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DZ3396Q Hugs, Nancy