Continuation of Part One: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128kewv/12_would_you_rather_an_institution_story_group/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128kewv/12_would_you_rather_an_institution_story_group/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
**Round 3**
For the first time since the game started, the girls were given a modicum of rest, but not without a catch. Even though they were removed from their distressing positions, the men took thick latex masks and covered engulfed their heads and neck aside from a hole that exposed their nose and mouth. And for Olivia and Izzy, a little hole in the back of the head that their hair was threaded through as a makeshift pony tail. Along with not being able to see, the men slipped their limbs into an armbinder that caused their shoulders to scream in pain. Thrown into a room while they prepared for the next round of torture.
Izzy and Rachel tried to comfort each other as they felt their inner thighs still burning from their forced split. They tried to comfort Olivia, but go no response as she laid on the ground next to them. Still recovering from the onslaught of sensations that befell upon her. Slowly coming to the realization that they might not actually make it out of this situation. Her silence building onto Rachel’s anxiety of the whole situation and giving her a panic attack. Before long the next round was ready and the men dragged the women out of the storage room they were thrown into and back out onto the main deck. They couldn’t see what the men had set up, but they could hear Isaac’s voice. Now making Rachel jump on instinct.
“Okay sluts. This next round will give us men a break to build up our stamina once again. But we still want to be entertained. It’s going to be a race. You get to choose how you’re motivation. So…Would you rather….? Be caned or prodded?”
The question made all three girls’ face go pale. Contrasting against their black latex masks. What did he meant by race? Motivation? Caned or prodded? It was a long enough pause for Isaac to speak and explain what he meant. Once again making Rachel jump in the slightest. A reaction he noticed and smiled at.
“It seems you guys need an example.”
All the girls heard next was Isaac whistle as if he was called to a dog, but it was an order. The next thing they knew they heard Olivia grunt and scream in pain after the air whipped and struck something. Like the most aggressive slap in the world. Izzy was confused and shouted what was going on before she was met with the same fate.
“What is going on!? AHHHHHHH!” Izzy shouted before her asscheeks were struck just like Olivia’s with a bamboo can. The pain seering onto her skin as a welt was surely to form as she crashed onto her knees.
“Oh god! Isaac! Please let us go! We won’t call the c-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Rachel plead the best she could before she too was struck on the ass with the cane. Never a fan of intense pain, she cried immediately. Tears slipping through her mask and out the only spot of exposed skin on her face.
“I’ll explain a little deeper. You girls will be racing across knotted rope. The loser. Cunt over here, will be racing with more knots on her rope. Given Whore and Bitch here a slight advantage. I have with me, three of the best jockey Handlers in the world. Who will be motivating you girls appropriately with a toy of your own choosing. Now, you’ll get a taste of the prod.”
It was the first hint Olivia got that cemented just how fucked she and her friends were. Handlers. From the Institution. Knowing they specialized in training women into obedient fuck slaves. She didn’t get to think too long about it as she felt the intense pain of electricity surging through her body. The Handler pressing a cattle prod against her stomach and finally making her fall. Izzy and Rachel met the same fate. Huddle in a fetal position as they could not take that intense pain and making Rachel break down even more.
“So what will it be girls?”
“Cane! Please! The cane!” Izzy shouted without hesitation.
“Good fucking girl! She’s finally getting into the spirit of the competition boys!” Isaac shouted and laughed, causing a chain reaction of mockery towards Izzy who thought in that moment how much she wanted to be back on the mainland again. Back at the airport. Back home. “What about you Cunt? And Bitch?”
Olivia knew there was no point in fighting it anymore. She forced herself back onto her knees and up on her feet. Still standing defiant, but not longer against Isaac. Speaking with confidence. “The cattle prod…”
“Bold choice Cunt.” Getting hard at how strong Olivia was. How much he wanted to break her. “And you Bitch? Thirty seconds left to decide.”
“I can’t do this anymore! Please let us go! Please!” Rachel shouted. Finally breaking down in front of all the men and her friends.
“Pick you stupid bitch!” Olivia shouted. The only thought running through her mind was trying to protect her friend the best she could, but it wasn’t enough. Time had run out.
“I was hoping one of you girls would keep this game interesting.” Isaac said devilishly with a smile.
The girls were set up at their respective starting positions with a jockey Handler by their side. Having no clue how long of a rope they had to traverse. It didn’t seem to bad at first. Feeling the sensation of rope against their pussy for the first time, but it only got worse when the men tightened it and forced them to stand on their toes to alleviate the intensity of the material. Izzy and Olivia’s Handlers were and standby with their cane and cattle prod respectively. But Rachel had a different hell to endure. Not only did she receive the same amount of knots as Olivia for not choosing. A Handler took her anal virginity and forced a special butt plug up her ass. Ignoring her cries for mercy. A butt plug that was sound sensitive and would shock and vibrate violently if a loud enough noise went off near it. Rachel’s Handler eager to test out how well it works as he held the cane in his hand.
“Bets are on. On your mark. Get set. GO!” Isaac called as she shoot a gun into the air.
Izzy and Olivia began their march. Ignoring the pain in their calves that was already building inside them as Olivia went over her first knot so soon in the race. Wincing at the course material rubbing against her clit and between her lips. More intense as she was forced to focus on it with the mask over her eyes. Her clit dragging in pain as she pushed herself through the first knot. Trudging along and catching up with Izzy who was still making her way through her first knot. The sensation of her clit being dragged by the rope too unpleasant for her to stand. Her Handler upset that she blew her lead already and motivating her accordingly with his cane.
As for Rachel. She stood still in fear as all the men cheered for whichever girl they bet on. Rachel’s Handler upset and wasting no time swinging his cane onto her sensitive ass. The violent swing on her skin loud enough to trigger the plug that shocked her and gyrated inside her guts. It was more than enough to get her moving. She couldn’t even process what was happening to her as she moved quickly across her first knot, slowly catching up to the other two girls.
It was an intense race as the men cheered and drank their beer and whine. Throwing the very same fancy food that the girls were eating not too long ago and throwing it at them as they enjoyed the show. Olivia was only shocked two times as she persevered through the pain. Impressing even the jockey Handler next to her. However, it was a feeble attempt compared to Rachel, who was so motivated by the pain and utter fear, she blew through all the knots. Ignoring how much her clit had swollen by the end of the race. More focused on the burning welts on her ass and the plug torturing her insides. All in all, Izzy was outmatched and booed at by the men who figured she was on a winning streak, when she came in last place. The many more welts on her ass unable to get her to push through the discomfort of the rope on her clit and pussy. Making her cry for the first time as if she was a child who disappointed her parents.
“Oh Whore. You seemed to be a fan favorite. But now the score is tied up. Congratulations Bitch. Even with the two handicaps. Cunt. I’m glad you’re participating now. Shall we continue?”
**Friendship Divided**
The game went on close to midnight as the girls played one more round. This time there would be two losers who’s all three holes would be free use for all the men throughout the night while the winner would remain untouched and allowed to rest. A more than enough incentive for the girls to try their hardest. Thinking about themselves instead of figuring a way to escape. Just as Isaac planned.
The game was simple. The entire yacht would house suction cup dildos throughout its exterior and interior. The girls would be give one hour to find as many as they could, but in order the dildo to count. They had to make themselves cum with it. The would you rather just being a more degrading aspect of the game. Would you rather be a little doggy? Or a little piggy? Isaac and the men pulling out butt plugs with little tails on them that were either straight or curly, along with little accessories such as dog ears or a pig snout. The girls saw no point in picking either or. They knew it was more about the game than anything. Olivia and Izzy ended up as little doggies while Rachel sported a snout on her face. Wincing as another plug violated her ass that day.
The timer began and Izzy was the less fortunate of the three. All three girls’ ankles were bound to their thighs and given pads for their knees to further enforce the degradation of this round. However, since Izzy lost the last round, her wrists were bound to her shoulders in tight leather. Making moving nearly impossible. Needless to say, it was more than easy for Olivia and Rachel to crawl around the yacht and locate the dildos. Shoving them into their pussy or ass. Fingering their clit. Whatever they could do to get themselves off.
Izzy, meanwhile, struggled to keep up. Even when she managed to find a dildo in a hallway, it was almost impossible for her to get it inside her pussy without the use of her hands. One of the many Handlers that were watching these girls hips move side to side. Their pussy fully exposed. Offered Izzy a trade. Suck him off until he cam and he’d fuck her pussy with the dildo. She had no other choice and slowed herself some more pleasuring this man before she endure the humiliation of cumming from the fake cock thrust by hand.
Try as she might, Izzy stood no chance as Olivia and Rachel had their way with the dildos around the yacht. But ultimately, it was Olivia that came out the victor. Going as far below deck as the engine room to find several dildos attached to some heated pipes. Nearly burning her own ass trying to get off and passing out from the heat inside the room. She was thrown into a storage room with her ankles and wrists bound. Her mouth stuffed with a dildo gag and blindfolded. She wanted so desperately to get out of her binds. To somehow get lucky. Knock one of the men out. Get his phone. Call the police and finally get out of this nightmare and save her friends. But it was no use. She struggled, but the binds were locked tight. All she could do was get as much rest as she could while hearing Izzy and Rachel’s muffled screams in the other room. All three holes stuffed as the men had their way with them.
The next morning, the game would continue. Olivia standing better than the other two girls looking like a mess with dry cum all over their bodies and still some dripping down their chin or the tip of their hair. She had no clue the other two girls resented her for winning. Further creating an invisible rift between them.
The next game was another chance for the men to recover after their fun through most of the night. A game of tug of war, but of course, with the men’s own sadistic twist. An anal plug with a ring on the end would be clipped with a chain. The girls had to compete against each other by pulling with their own ass holes. First girl to get the flag over the line wins or if the plug slips out of their ass they lose automatically. This time the question was more sadistic as Isaac walked up to Olivia who won the last round.
“Cunt. Would you rather play Whore or Bitch for your first round?”
After what felt like the longest pause, she regrettably spoke. Acknowledging Isaac’s control of the situation for the first time since this nightmare started. “Whore…”
Izzy was caught off guard considering she was already down two strikes and had to play with another handicap. This time with her nipples and clit clamped with small weights to distract her. To her, this was Olivia throwing her to the wolves if she were to get a third strike. And so the competition began. It was an intense struggle as both girls squeezed their asses around the plug. Using all the willpower they had left to pull against each other and not let the toy slip out of them. Olivia was stronger but Izzy had more to lose. Ultimately, it was Olivia’s anal experience that cost her to lose as her insides were just a little more loose than Izzy’s. Giving her a much needed win. But the competition wasn’t over. Now Izzy had to choose.
“Would you rather play against Cunt again? Or Bitch over there?”
There was no time to rest and it was a no brainier. Izzy chose Rachel to play against. It was another intense round, but Izzy proved her worth to the men once again by pulling Rachel over the line like she needed to. Then it was Olivia versus Rachel. The men making bets that Olivia would win, but it came a surprise to everyone including Olivia that Rachel pulled the win off. Her anal inexperience keeping her ass as tight as possible. She knew she couldn’t beat Olivia in a pull, so she forced the plug out of her friend’s ass that caused her to moan.
The girls were gathered to the front deck of the yacht for the next round. Izzy was back at the top while Olivia regained the spite of Handlers for losing the last round. Now the girls were sporting permanent metal collars around their necks. Showing off that they were less than human compared to these men.
The next round seemed to peak in sadism when the girls found out. It was going to be a hunt. Jump of the yacht and swim to the island. Hide as long as possible before the men would find the girl and have their way with them. The first person found loses the round. The one who lasts the longest, wins. It was in that moment that Olivia saw one more chance to get her friends out of this nightmare. A moment of hope. She held in her emotions as to not give any clues to Isaac or the men. Just as Isaac walked up to the girls to present them with their question.
“So sluts. Would you rather be fucked where we find you, or dragged back to the yacht?”
Each girl didn’t see any point in picking either choice. One way or another, all of their holes would be filled again. They all chose to be fucked where they were found. Feeling the weight of shame on their hearts that they couldn’t escape. Olivia’s hands were shackled together and a gun was raised into the air. With a bang, the girls were given an hour head start as they jumped off the yacht and swam to the island.
Olivia tried her best to get her friends’ attention as they swam far enough from the boat to tell them her plan. An idea to get help, but her calls fell on deaf ears as her friends were more than willing to swim away from her as she awkwardly doggy paddled towards the island. Watching her two friends separate and disappear into the jungle.
Olivia lost so much time doggy paddling as suppose to actually swimming, but she was not deterred. All she needed to do was start a fire on this island and hopefully grab the attention of some boat passing by. She trudged through the thick foliage naked as she could be. Sweating down her body. Before she knew it, another gun shot went off from the yacht. No doubt a signal for the hunt to begin. It felt so short after jumping off that boat, but she couldn’t let her nerves make her falter. She gathered the necessary plants to try and start a fire, but then she heard it. The sound of the men approaching. Laughing. Calling out to the her and her friends in their new demeaning names. Cutting the nature around them with machetes.
Olivia wasting no time picking up her pace and trying to make as much distance as possible. But it was too late. The men heard her and followed the rustling she made. In her attempt to outrun the men, she inadvertently lead the group right towards Rachel who was hiding inside a small cave. The men dragged her out of the cave and began to tie her up. Ignoring her screams and pleas for mercy. Olivia stopped for a brief second as she heard Rachel’s screams in the distance get muffled as a cock was shoved into her mouth. But she was too focused on her plan and abandoned her friend.
The day dragged on as Olivia did more hiding and running than actually trying to execute her plan. Thinking to herself ‘if only she hadn’t been shackled.’ In the middle of finding a suitable base of operations, Olivia heard Izzy’s screams in the distance. Gut wrenching. It made her heart race, but she was so close to getting her friends out. She ignored it and moved on.
As the day got darker, Olivia ran from the safety of her base to set a fire. She ran into Izzy and the campsite of the men who found her. She was strung up in the trees over the campfire. Cum still pouring out of all of her holes. Her face, an expression of daze. Olivia looked closer in what little light was left in the day and noticed a needle hole in her neck. She had been drugged up. The longer she looked the more horror she saw. Tits and ass, beaten and bruised. Her stomach red from being hung over the fire. And the source of that scream. Her nipples were now sporting new ring piercings. Even her clit hadn’t been spared as it had a new piercing as well.
The image of her friend was forever burned into her mind as he pressed forward. With no experience with the outdoors, she did well avoiding the men trying to track her down. She made it near one of the shorelines. One that was closest to the mainland and began to try and make her fire. Causing a spark or two with the rocks she banging together. But just as a fire was about to begin, Isaac of all people found her and tackled her to the ground. Binding her ankles together, pinning her down and slipping his cock inside her. The sparks were enough to start a fire, but it didn’t last long as another man snuffed it out with his boot as he arrived to Olivia being taken.
“Stuff Cunt’s mouth would ya?” Shouted Isaac.
The man obliged and Olivia endure a gang bang just as her friends did. Unaware that a fishing boat had passed by the island. Saw that little glimmer, but assumed it was nothing and moved on back home.
**Epilogue**
The girls had been returned back to the ship. All of their holes feeling sore from the constant fucking. Even their jaws from keeping them open for so long. Isaac stood in from of them looking as smug as ever. It was now an even score. One last round to determine the true winner. That was when Isaac revealed the true purpose of these games and the strikes the girls accumulated, and what happens when you get the third.
“As you can tell sluts. This will be the final round. Whoever wins. The other two get a strike. No would you rather this time. I bet you’re dying to know what happens.”
“You see. Whoever gets a third strike will be shipped off to the Institution. You think that’s bad? We’re going to make sure your entire slave existence is spent in pain and suffering. Your training will be hell. We’ll make sure you’re sold to a Master or Mistress who will carry that illustrious torch. The winner of this round will be the ultimate prize for us. We’ll find out who wins you with a simple card game. And whoever wins that will keep their prize.”
“What makes us so special? It’s true. You’ll still be treated like a slut. But you’ll have moments of peace. Not every waking moment you’ll spend with a cock up your holes. Sometimes you’ll even be allowed to cum. But most importantly. You’ll still have your free will. Something easily broken in the Institution. You may think we’re monsters now. But in reality, we’re the best possible Master you’re going to get.”
“Now I know what you’re thinking. Why not just keep all three of you. We’ll we may be kind with our slaves, to a degree, but fuck it if it doesn’t make us hard knowing a set of holes is suffering at all times. With that out of the way. Let’s begin the next round to see who is sent to the Institution. Whoever can make the other sluts cum the most is the winner.”
The men toss dildos, vibrators and all sorts of toys in front of the exhausted and sweaty girls. Several cameras set up to record every second and entire deck lit up with lights. Olivia, Rachel and Izzy look at each other with a look in their eyes that says I’m sorry. They all know this will be their only chance at some modicum of freedom before they’re sent to the Institution and a life as a tortured sex slave. Each girl grabs a toy as Isaac smiles. Thinking to himself, that he can’t wait to do this again next year and grab the next group of stupid college girls who are willing to join him on his yacht.
Who do you think won in the end?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128kfjr/22_would_you_rather_an_institution_story_group