<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Some of the girls resisted, but were shoved into the elevators and threatened with violence if they did not cooperate.<br/><br/>When the women had been crammed into the cages, they were inexplicably lowered down into the dungeon. The guards made no mention of why they were doing this, and the concubines and wives were all considerably confused by this sudden betrayal.<br/><br/>The dungeon was much darker here, the sole source of lighting coming from the ceiling as the girls huddled together in fear. They were seperated from the other groups by thick stone walls, and there appeared to be some passageways splitting off in opposite directions.<br/><br/>At their feet was a some small moats and streams full of dark water that dissapeared underneath the walls. To avoid falling in, they'd have to walk single-file at some places.<br/><br/>The room was large and with many entrances, not least of all those underwater passages... The four women Ivette was with all felt very vulnerable, and were apparently not going to be much help to them. After years of watching The Games, they seemed to finally be<em>in </em>them.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Dirae stopped when the archivist panted and fell backwards. She licked her lips and opened her eyes. 'Huh.' She thought, 'Having trouble by yourself?'<br/><br/>The Captain walked forward and put her hand upon his chest, forcing him against the chair as she wrapped her own fingers around his hard cock, bringing her thumb and index finger as close together beneath his head as she could. "Haven't you done this before?" She asked, leaning in closer as she pushed his manhood closer to his body, in fact aiming it upwards towards himself as she moved her fingers just up and down the top of his cock, teasingly refusing to go any lower.<br/><br/>Dirae could never tolerate a man who wanted to 'mark' her with his seed like you saw at the end of so many raunchy games. She had always wanted to see instead a man 'claimed' in such a manner, so the closest thing she could get to it was forcing her partners to make a mess all over themselves. Unfortunately for Dexter's clothes, her sympathy for him was not enough to spare him.