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The Island Chase: Candy’s Capture

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Her name is Candy, although that wasn’t her real name. It was the one she introduced herself as to people who didn’t deserve her real name and were only looking for a quick suck or fuck. She was slightly tall, always wearing ruby red heels, with long bright red hair and green eyes.

She woke up with a monster of a headache, groaning and curling up in her bed with a soft whine. “Noooo. I drank too much again,” she whines, pouting. “Liiiiiz. Are you home? Bring me some tylenol!”

...no answer. Typical. Liz was dealing with college so she tended to be gone a lot, only home on the weekends when Candy would be snoring her way through the days. She sighs, squirming a bit, stretching and rubbing a hand over her stomach, brushing the edges of her cute pajama top. It had lace around the cups and was a dark red, along with a little pair of short shorts that she loved to wear when she could get away with it.

She couldn’t find her phone by blindly groping about the bed, so she opens her eyes with a grunt.

This was not her bedroom.

...also not a surprise. Sometimes she slept at a client’s home, but this was much, much more a hut than an actual room. She looks around curiously, tossing the rather thin blanket to the side as she got up. “Uh...hey, dude? You here?” she calls out, stretching again with a yawn. “I need some pain relief! I’ll suck you off if you give me a hydro!”

Nothing. The small room was circular, a window open to a...bright open sky and a beach nearby? The bed was made of straw, and the floor was dirt. Everything felt...really, really odd.

There was a radio in front of the door, with a ‘pick me up’ sign on it.

Eh...can’t be worse than what she’s in, right?

She slowly walked to it, grimacing at the rocks of the dirt floor poking her tender feet, picking it up before quickly going back to the bed to sit. “Uh. Hello?”

“Hello hello hello! Contestant number one million and fifty-five! Candy, is it?” came a far too excited voice, and she winces a bit, before blinking.

“Contestant? Oooh, did I win something nice, baby?” she squeals excitedly, kicking her feet against the floor as the voice laughs.

“Not entirely, sweetheart! You’re more the prize at the end.”

“Oh, I know I am, sugar.” She pauses, frowning. “Wait. No. How did I get here? What’s going on?”

“Now, now! Don’t you worry! I’ll explain everything if you wait so patiently for me! First thing’s first, look out that window for me.”

She hesitates, then stands up, staring out the window.

The beach is expansive. Beautiful. Not a trace of muck or garbage in sight. Shells litter the edges that then get swept away by a wave now and then, birds chirping and calling as the sun shines through without a cloud in the sky.

“It’s real pretty out here,” she says to the radio, “but I thought we had storms coming? And that I lived in the city...?”

“Right, sweetheart! You are on an island far out in the Pacific, the only ones aware of this island being government officials and I can assure you, they will not interfere...”

“I-Interfere with what?” her heart starts to tremble a bit, swallowing thickly.

“Why, in our game of course! Now, let me explain, questions at the end, please!”

She sits, dumbly, on the bed, staring at the radio in disbelief.

“We’ve done this many many MANY times, we have this down to a science, my dear! Let me assure you that you will come out unscathed at the end of this! Unscathed, but enslaved. There is no getting around that.” The voice chuckles darkly, and she chokes on her air, hand fisting in the fabric of her shorts. “Everyone’s rules are different, yours included! Since you’ve done many, many things over the years-and we know what those are-your points are lowered. You have skills in oral, and vaginal, but as far as we could tell, you were an anal virgin! Is this correct?”

She sucks in a breath. “Th-That’s none of yer business, pervert!”

“Oh, honey...it very much is.” The voice laughs again, making her feel like her breath was coming faster. “Doesn’t matter! Everyone loves a little anal here. So, your rules are as follows: the first man to fuck your mouth, fifty points! The first at your pretty little cunt, fifty as well! But the first man to break your anal cherry gets a whopping hundred if he does it with lube, and thousand if none! One thousand, five hundred with no stretching! We WILL be watching, and we WILL know.”

“Wait-what-what are you talking about?!” she asks almost frantically, her hand going to her hair and tugging at it, rocking in place with a keen. “What do you-“

“Ah ah ah! Questions at the end! Shush!” She lets out a tinny wail, her head bowing to the bed as the voice continues on. “After points, you’re a target! Target for what, you ask? There’s a lot of very powerful people-men and women alike-who pay good money to...how shall we say...have a little sport. The main goal of this game is to get you nice and pregnant!”

“WHAT?!”

“My, you’re quite the interrupter,” the voice laughs at her frantic panic, hopping up from the bed and pacing around. “Yes, that’s the game you’re currently enrolled in. You may not see it, but there’s a small tattoo on your left ass cheek, specifying what ‘game’ you’re in. Therefore, if those who opted in to say, win a pet slave or a free use slave, see you, they’ll know that the way to get you is through impregnation...or bribery.”

“I-I have an IUD!” she blurts out, panic crawling in her veins. “I don’t-I don’t want to-I never-“

“We took that out, of course!” the voice cheerily replies. “We injected you with additional hormones to ensure you were working in tip-top shape! Shouldn’t take long, not at all! And we test you, each day, along with a DNA test to ensure your captor is the one they say they are! Let’s see...duh duh duh, oh yes! There’s several safe houses amongst the island. They won’t protect you from anyone, but they contain food, water, and sometimes a clean bathroom! I think that’s everything! Any questions?”