Monday, January 28, 2013

The Chess Match

The second picture over on Nulli's website (yeah, I posted them out of order - sue me) was a pair of chess pieces. In my brilliant flash of inspiration and impatience to begin writing, I failed to look closely enough at the pieces to notice that they were, in fact, a pair of kings. Silly me. But that is why the story is written from the perspective of a lady in the role of White Bishop Two in a kinky match of living chess.

Characters:    Melody
World:            Unnamed (Real)
Word Count:  893
Prompt:          Picture - Pair of chess pieces (that I really wanted to be bishops)

Melody stood in her assigned square and fought the urge to just go home. The party had turned into so many others she’d attended with her friends hooking up with pretty hot guys while she babysat the purses and the drunks. True, she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest or wore the least amount of clothing. These factors combined with intense shyness usually sealed her fate as “Wallflower of the Month.” They also contributed to her rather reckless decision to broaden her horizons which led to her attending this extremely shocking party which, in turn, resulted in her standing in a sunny patch of grass marked off with chalk to resemble a chess board.

A really big chess board.

And she was naked.

Okay, so she wasn’t totally naked. She wore an intricate harness of white rope that kept her arms bound behind her back as well as a white hat to declare her position as White Bishop Two. Other than that, all of her assets were on full display. Several of Black Leader’s male chess pieces were taking stock of her assets in a manner that both disturbed and excited her.

Black Pawn Four captured White Pawn One and Melody gawked at how he celebrated winning the square. A quiet exchange, too soft for her to hear on the back row of the board, and White Pawn One knelt before the victorious Black Pawn Four and slurped his cock deep into her mouth. The male pawn grunted and thrust, clearly pleased to have won the square and her oral services, and shouted his victory to the sky. White Pawn One rose to her feet and walked off the board to clean up, shooting an evil glare at White Leader. He simply slapped her ass as she passed him.

More pieces were moved. More squares were won. When White Rook One captured Black Pawn Seven, his annoyed curse echoed around the board. Black Leader merely shrugged; pawns were expendable after all. An attendant brought a contraption over to White Rook One and strapped it over her hips. Melody’s eyes grew huge as the rather large dildo was slipped between Rook’s thighs. They grew even larger when the attendant secured an equally large one to the front. The rope harness was removed so White Rook could properly lube up the giant phallus. Surely she wasn’t going to… ? Holy fuck, she was!

A stand was rolled into the contested square and Black Pawn reluctantly knelt over it. White Rook dribbled lube over the Pawn’s muscular ass, letting it drip to his balls and off his soft cock. Unlike Black Pawn Four, this Pawn wasn’t as excited about his ‘reward.’ Melody stared as the rubber cock slowly disappeared into the Pawn’s well-lubed assed. She’d never seen anything like it and was shocked at how turned on she was getting. Black Pawn Seven’s curses and grunts soon became moans and pleas for more as White Rook fucked him for all she was worth. Melody was breathing heavy by the time both pieces cried out their pleasure and wondered which she’d prefer – to win a square or lose it?

More pieces were moved. More squares were won. Why did she come to this party again? Oh, yeah, for adventure. To break out of her shell. Well she was breaking out of something, all right. Watching the antics of the other pieces, she was both terrified and hornier than she’d ever been in her life. She’d never been one for casual sex, and could count her partners on one hand with fingers left over. The whole business had left her jaded and a lot happier with her vibrator and her imagination. But this? This stirred her in ways she’d never dreamt.

White Leader moved her several times and she managed to avoid the other squares. This proved to be as much of a disappointment as it was a relief. She still didn’t know what she’d do if she won or how far she was willing to go if she lost. Black Leader called for Black Bishop One to move and it wasn’t until the very naked and very aroused man stood before her that Melody realized she’d been well and truly caught. The opposing Bishop was unlike her previous partners – tall and fit and rather… large. Glancing up, she was caught in his pale blue eyes before they dropped to check out his prize. She could feel her blush burn her cheeks and heat her neck as she imagined his disappointment in winning such a piece. He was the kind of man who looked right through her at the clubs and the parties.

“The game is excessively rigged, you know,” he murmured softly so the others couldn’t hear. His large hands ghosted over her hair, her cheeks, her sensitive breasts. He toyed with the puckered tips as he confessed, “I asked White Leader to ensure I captured you.”

“Why? Did you lose a bet?” She cursed her traitorous body as her nipples tightened even more and every muscle strained to get closer to the handsome Bishop.

“Of course not. Who do you think arranged your invitation, my dear?” His lips curled into a smile and he pulled her into his arms. “The only question that remains is this: do you yield gracefully or must I claim my victory?”

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