Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

Jennifer wrapped one arm around her chest and slid the other hand between her legs. “What? I have to stay like this?”

  “Yes, dear. But don’t worry. I’m guessing the other girls will be joining you shortly.” Jennifer sat back down as Greta picked up the stack of pink cards. “That’s the end of round one, ladies. Now for round two! In this round, the challenges become…how shall I put it? Far less private. Jennifer, it’s your turn again.”

  Jennifer spun and got a 1, her own number. When she spun again, she got a 3—Lacy’s number—just like she did on her first turn.

  Greta beamed as she read out the question. “Jennifer, would you rather perform nude jumping jacks on my front lawn for one minute, or have Lacy perform nude jumping jacks for five minutes?”

  “Wait!” Lacy gasped. “Stripping inside is one thing. But you can’t ask us to go naked in front of the whole neighborhood!”

  “You may quit anytime, dear. But remember, you’ll forfeit your wedding ring.”

  Lacy looked at Jennifer, pleading, but Jennifer shook her head. “I don’t want to do it either, Lacy,” she said quietly. “So I pick you.”

  The redhead turned to Greta again. “Greta, please, I can’t—”

  “You can, and you will, my dear. And who knows? My house sits far from the street. Perhaps no one will see you. There’s no way to predict how many people will pass by while you’re outside. Maybe only one or two. Maybe a dozen. The element of chance makes this challenge far more provocative, don’t you think? Now please get undressed. I hate to delay the game.”

  Tears filled Lacy’s eyes as she slipped off her summer dress, followed by her bra and panties. Her skin was pale and freckled, her nipples as pink and delicate as rose petals. The hair between her legs was just as red as the hair on her head.

  “Come, ladies,” said Greta as she stood up. “We’ll observe from the foyer.”

  Two large windows flanked the ornate front door, and the other women stood at the glass watching as Lacy crept outside. The redhead looked both ways, scanning the street and the surrounding yards for people. Greta’s house did sit far back from the road. It was late afternoon, and long shadows stretched across the grass. Maybe, if she was extremely lucky, she could get through this without anyone noticing.

  With her arms wrapped around her body, Lacy quick-stepped to the middle of the lawn. That’s where Greta had ordered her to stand, along with one other important instruction: If you stop exercising for any reason before the full five minutes is up, you’ll have to start again from the beginning.

  No cars in sight. No one on the street or the sidewalk, which was a good hundred feet away. Lacy began her jumping jacks, her tits bouncing with each one. She felt foolish, ridiculous. If she wasn’t still half-drunk from the wine, she probably would have just run home without her wedding ring. She jumped again and again. The grass felt soft beneath her bare feet, and the late afternoon breeze tickled her naked skin and hardened her nipples. Lacy looked left and right as she jumped, scanning the area for people. No one in sight. So far so good.

  Then Lacy heard the sound of tires approaching. A car! Shit! She shut her eyes as if that would help her hide, but the car drove past without ever slowing down. Did they see her or not? No way to tell. Lacy kept on jumping. How much time left? Greta said she would let her know when the five minutes was up. Until then, all she could do was guess. Another car drove past, and again Lacy squeezed her eyes shut. This time she thought the car slowed down, but there was no way to tell.

  Sweat broke out on Lacy’s freckled skin. Her tits now ached from bouncing up and down so much. Surely the time must be almost up. How could five minutes last so long? But she never slowed down, and didn’t even think about pausing to catch her breath. There was no way she could start over again from the beginning. A third car passed by, and this time Lacy kept her eyes open. The driver was a middle-aged woman, who gawked at Lacy through the car window as she rolled past. Wonderful. How much time left now? It couldn’t be more than a minute.

  A shiver went down her spine as she heard male voices talking and laughing. Someone was coming. Two people, about to pass by on the sidewalk. Come on, Greta, come on! The time had to be up! Now the two people were right in front of the house, and Lacy felt a sharp pain in the pit of her stomach as she recognized them; Dan and Billy, two seniors from the high school where she taught. Both were 18-year-old delinquents who wandered around the neighborhood smoking cigarettes and causing trouble. Please, please, please, don’t let them see me!

  “Hey!” one of the boys said, and both of them stopped. They were staring right at her. “Holy shit! Look at the naked chick!”

  “That looks like—oh, man, is that our math teacher?”

  It took all of Lacy’s resolve not to run behind the nearest tree and hide. She continued her jumping jacks, her naked body bouncing and jiggling in front of the boys, then suddenly Greta called out from behind her, “Five minutes are up, dear,” and Lacy turned and ran back to the house, giving the boys a good look at her naked ass in the process.

  In the foyer, Lacy shivered and cried. “I can’t believe it. Those boys are in my class! They’ll tell everyone!”

  “Shall we continue our game?” Greta asked brightly, ignoring the redhead’s tears.

  The group returned to the living room and sat down again. It was now Jan’s turn. When she flicked the spinner, a 3 came up. Lacy again.

  “No!” the redhead cried. “That’s not fair! It can’t be me again!”

  “Such is the nature of chance, my dear,” Greta replied, peeling another pink card from the stack. “All right, Jan. Would you rather walk to my mailbox in your underwear, or have Lacy walk to my mailbox in the nude?”

  “This is bullshit!” Lacy shouted. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!”

  Jan was trembling, tears in her own eyes now. “I’m so sorry, Jan, but I just can’t.”

  “What do you mean you can’t? You’d still have your bra and panties on!”

  “But I don’t…I don’t even wear a bikini at the beach! I just…like I said, I’m really sorry!”

  “What is your choice, young lady?” Greta asked.

  Jan lowered her head and mumbled, “I want Lacy to do it.”

  All five women returned to the foyer. “I haven’t brought in today’s mail,” Greta told Lacy. “Please go to the mailbox and collect it, then bring it inside.”

  When Lacy slid out the front door, she saw Dan and Billy still hanging out on the sidewalk. Dan noticed Lacy and pointed. “Look! There she is! I told you it was her!” Biting her lip, Lacy dashed down the driveway. She kept one arm over her chest and the other hand stuffed between her legs. Just go as fast as you can. At least now you can cover yourself. Dan and Billy were waiting at the end of the driveway when Lacy got there. “Hey, Mrs. Blake!” Dan said. “What the heck are you doing? Are you some kind of nudist?”

  “Please don’t look at me,” she said, trying to slide past the boys, but they were blocking her way to the mailbox. “Um…can you…? I need to get past.”

  “What do you mean?” Dan asked. “We thought you came out to talk to us. Are you one of those teachers who gets off by screwing her students?”

  “No! Absolutely not!” Lacy circled around them, grabbed the mail from the box, then slammed it shut. While her back was turned, one of the boys pinched her hard on the ass. Lacy jumped and spun around, clutching the mail to her bare chest. “Ow! Stop it!”

  Dan frowned. “Are you nuts or something? Why would you run around naked in front of us if you’re not trying to get laid?”

  Lacy almost knocked the boys over as she shouldered past them and ran back down the driveway. Greta opened the door for her and held out her hand for the mail. “Thank you so much, dear! Now back to the living room.”

  It was Lacy’s turn now, and she hoped and prayed that Jan’s or Jennifer’s number would come up when she spun, but instead it was Rosa’s.

  “Here’s your question,” Greta said
. “Would you rather pay a delivery man in your underwear, or have Rosa pay a delivery man in the nude?”

  “Wait,” Rosa said. “She gets to put her underwear back on? I thought—”

  “Forget it,” Lacy said. “You’re doing it instead.”

  “Come on, Lacy!”

  “I’m not going to be the only one who gets humiliated! Greta, I choose for Rosa to do it.”

  “You bitch!”

  “Come now, dear. Those are the rules of the game,” Greta said as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed. “Yes, good evening. I need one large pizza with everything.” She read out the address then hung up. “They’re always very prompt,” she told Rosa. “So you might as well undress while we wait.”

  Grumbling and shaking her head, Rosa stood up and took off her blouse then stepped out of her skirt. She wore a red bra to match her thong, and she cursed under her breath as she took those off as well. Her breasts were larger than any of the other girls, and her pussy was completely shaved. She handed the clothes to Greta in a messy wad then sat down hard on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest.

  The doorbell rang 15 minutes later. As the three other girls watched from a doorway on the other side of the room, Greta and Rosa walked to the front door and opened it. The delivery man looked like a college kid, 20 or 21 at the most. He nearly dropped the pizza when he saw Rosa standing there naked with a $20 bill in one hand.

  “Good evening!” Greta said. “Rosa, please pay the man.” The boy took the money with a blank look on his face, his eyes crawling up and down the naked Latin beauty. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” Greta continued. “You may touch her if you like. Consider that your tip.”

  The boy looked at Greta. “Really?” He handed her the pizza then reached for Rosa, who tried to back away, but Greta placed her free hand against Rosa’s spine to keep her in place. “Your ring was the most expensive of them all,” she mumbled into the other woman’s ear. “It would be a shame if I got to keep it.”

  Rosa bit her lip and stood still as the delivery man fondled her big, soft tits. Then his hand trailed down her stomach to her bald pussy, and he slid a finger between her legs. Rosa blushed furiously, but she also found herself growing wet down there. The boy slid his index finger inside her, moving it in and out. Rosa breathed harder, her eyes on the floor.

  “I believe that’s enough!” Greta announced. “Thank you so much, young man.”

  The boy turned and left with a glazed look on his face, wondering if he had just dreamed the encounter.

  Greta took the pizza to the kitchen then led the group back to the living room. “Perhaps we’ll eat that later,” she told them. “But I hate to interrupt the game, so let’s continue, shall we?”

  Rosa was still flushed and breathing hard as she flicked the spinner. It landed on 2 for Jan.

  “Oh, this is a fun one,” Greta commented as she read the pink card. “Rosa, would you rather send a nude photo of yourself to one of your friends, or have Jan post a nude photo of herself on Facebook?”

  Rosa chuckled. “Looks like we’ll all be buck naked now, girlfriend.” She waved a hand at Jan. “Come on, get ‘em off. Time for a little social networking.”

  Jan was too stunned to move. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth hung open. “No. I can’t. Do you know how many friends I have on there? Over a thousand!”

  “Rosa, please,” Jennifer begged. “Don’t make her do this.”

  “Don’t be such a sissy. They don’t allow nude pics anyway, so they’ll take it down a soon as somebody complains about it.”

  “And how long will that take?” cried Jan. “And how many people will see it before then? A hundred? Two hundred? More?”

  Greta smiled. “Again, chance and fate both play a major role. Will hundreds of people see the photo, or only a few? There’s no way to predict. Now please undress, dear. We’ll use my cell phone.”

  Trembling, Jan stood up and slid her denim skirt to the ground. Then she took off her bra and panties, glancing nervously at the other women the entire time. Her breasts were small and firm, her hips narrow. She kept both hands clamped over her full brown bush as she stood there waiting.

  “Now, now,” Greta chided as she held up her phone. “Let’s move those hands, shall we? In fact, put them behind your back. We don’t want to cheat the audience. Yes, that’s perfect. Now smile.”

  There was no way Jan could pretend to look happy, but she did stand motionless while Greta took her picture. “Oh, that’s nice! You look very pretty, dear.” She handed the phone to Jan. “Now, please sign in to your account. I would ask for your password, but I hate to violate a woman’s privacy.”

  Greta giggled at her own joke as Jan took the phone and logged in. Then she handed it back to the older woman, who fiddled with it for a moment than declared, “Done! Now let’s see how many of your friends get an unexpected surprise before the photo is removed. Isn’t this exciting?”

  Jan sat down again. All four women were now completely nude and humiliated, their faces blank as they stared at the floor.

  “I believe you could all use a refill,” Greta remarked, reaching for the wine bottle. “The final round is far more challenging than the first two. It helps to be as relaxed as possible.”

  * * *

  Once again, Jennifer went first. She spun a 2, meaning her sister Jan was her co-player. Greta took a pink card from the stack, read it, then reached into her sample bag of sex toys. “Now you’ll get to see some of my products in action,” she said, holding up a small whip with a dozen foot-long leather tassels on the end. “Tell me, Jennifer; would you rather receive 10 lashes with this, or have Jan receive 20 lashes?”

  Jennifer’s eyes opened wide. She looked at Jan, then turned to Greta again. “Where? I mean, on what part of me?”

  “I’ve found the bare bottom to be the perfect spot.”

  Jennifer swallowed hard. “Do it to me, then.”

  Jan put a hand on her sister’s knee. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “Jennifer—”

  “I said I’ll be fine.” The yoga instructor stood up, turned around, then bent over so her naked ass was facing the group. She grabbed the back of the sofa with both hands, her tits hanging down from her body. “I’m ready. Just get it over with.”

  “Of course,” Greta said, then held the whip out to Rosa. “My dear, would you do the honors?”

  Rosa grinned. “My pleasure!” She took the whip and smacked Jennifer hard across the ass. The other girl cried out as the tough lashes stung her naked backside, but she gritted her teeth and stood as still as a statue. Rosa brought the whip down again and again, ten times in all, and by the time she was finished, Jennifer’s ass was bright red. Rosa handed the whip back to Greta as Jennifer sat down again. The yoga instructor winced in pain when her sore ass touched the sofa, but she managed to fight back the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

  “You didn’t have to hit her so hard,” Jan spat at Rosa.

  “It’s all part of the game,” the other girl said with a smirk.

  Jan spun next, and she nearly jumped for joy when the spinner landed on 4. Her co-player would be Rosa.

  “Wonderful!” Greta declared after she read the pink card. “You’ll get to test another item from our catalogue.” She reached into one of the duffle bags and pulled out two floppy rubber dildos. One was six inches long and bright blue. The other was nine inches long and bright yellow. “Now Jan, would you rather take this one in your ass,”—she held up the blue dildo—“or have Rosa take this one in her ass?” She held up the longer yellow one and wiggled it.

  The expression on sweet, young Jan’s face was as close to wicked as her sister had ever seen. “Rosa gets the yellow one,” she declared.

  The Latin beauty held up both hands. “That’s it. You bitches are crazy! All of you!”

  “This will probably be easier if you get down on all fours,” Greta advised as sh
e squirted the yellow dildo with lubricant.

  “Didn’t you hear me? You’re all crazy!”

  “What’s wrong, Rosa?” Jennifer asked. “When you were flirting with my husband, you told him you like to take it up the ass.”

  Rosa glared at the yoga instructor. “Maybe I did. Maybe I do. But not like this…not with one of those,” she said, pointing at the yellow dildo.

  “Hands and knees, dear,” Greta said. “I simply hate to delay the game.”

  Rosa stared at the floor, biting her lip and fidgeting.

  “Or get dressed and leave, but without your wedding ring,” Greta continued. “The choice is yours.”

  Rosa let out a ragged sigh. “Fine,” she muttered. She moved away from the sofas and got down on all fours beside the glass coffee table. “Just go easy with that thing, okay?” she told Greta.

  “Oh, it won’t be me,” Greta said. “Jennifer, do you mind?”

  “Not at all,” the yoga instructor replied. She took the device from Greta’s hand then knelt down beside Rosa, wincing because her ass still burned from her whipping. Without a pause, she crammed the tip of the dildo against Rosa’s asshole and started pushing. “Ow!” Rosa yelled. “Not so rough!” But Jennifer ignored the Latin beauty, who shuddered and shook as the yoga instructor forced another inch of the dildo up her rectum. Rosa’s teeth were gritted, and her big tits jiggled as they hung down from her body. Jennifer kept pushing and pushing, the slippery object disappearing up Rosa’s ass a little at a time. When over half of it was inside her, the dildo seemed to get stuck. Jennifer pushed with all her might—which caused Rosa to yell at the top of her lungs—but no more would go in.

  “Stop it!” Rosa grunted. “It won’t go any further!”

  “Maybe you’re right,” Jennifer agreed. She grabbed the dildo and gave it a hard twist, causing Rosa to holler again.

  “I believe that’s enough. Would you be so kind?” Greta asked. She held a black cloth in both hands. “I’ll need to clean that up before it’s used again.”

  “No problem.” Jennifer gripped the end of the dildo tightly and yanked it out of Rosa’s ass. The Latin beauty gasped in shock and fell flat on her face, breathing hard. She reached back to rub her sore ass, moaning, then finally sat up again. She was still panting, her eyes glazed from both the wine and the adrenaline. “You’re dead meat,” she told Jennifer. “I will never forget this.”