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A Quick Game

Written by Gincognifo :: [Thursday, 28 April 2022 19:14] Last updated by :: [Friday, 29 April 2022 18:42]

A Quick Game

By Gincognifo

Written for the SWM Spring 2022 Workshop

"Do you want to play with us?"

I did a double-take when I saw who had spoken. Standing before me with one hand on her cocked hip and the other behind her neck was the single most lovely woman I had seen in my life. That included models and actresses I had only seen on screen. Her English was flawless but she had a slight accent I was unable to place.

She was at least six feet tall, with the slender, toned body of an Olympic athlete. She wore a two-piece black swimsuit consisting of a pair of brief shorts and a tank top, made from a slick material that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her dark brown hair was cut into a bob that framed her severely beautiful features like an exhibit in an art gallery. Somehow, I was able to avoid staring at her breasts but I could see from my peripheral vision that they were firm, well-sized, and stood high on her chest in defiance of the laws of gravity.

"Excuse me?" I stammered.

She gestured a little farther along the deserted beach where a blond-haired woman in a one-piece red swimsuit was setting up a volleyball net. From what I could tell, her companion was just as breathtakingly attractive.

"We're setting up for a game and I wondered if you'd like to take part," said the brunette.

"Yes. Please. I'd love to play with you."

Despite my desire to maintain a cool demeanor, the words came out in an enthusiastic torrent.

She smiled and arched her back. This time I allowed myself a quick peek at her breasts pressing against the thin material of her top and I had to suppress a moan of desire.

"Whose team am I on?" I asked. "There's only two of you."

She laughed.

"Two is more than enough. You won't be on anyone's team."

"I don't understand."

She gestured for me to follow her to where her friend had finished setting up the net.

"I see you found a volunteer," said the blonde. "Does he know what he's letting himself in for?"

As I had surmised, the second woman was just as lovely as the first. She was a couple of inches shorter, with long, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her breasts were bigger and strained the front of her suit. I wondered if the pair played beach volleyball professionally or as part of a college team.

"If he knew, he wouldn't have said yes," said the brunette.

She laughed again and this time there was a wicked edge to it that caused a shiver to run down my spine. She gestured to the side of the net where there was a pile of thick strips of metal, around three inches wide and about ten feet long.

"Stand over here," she said.

I did as I was told.

She placed a strip of metal on the sand in front of me.

"Kneel on the band."

"What's this all about?" I asked.

She slapped me hard in the face. Her slender hand struck my cheek like a thunderbolt, with far more strength than I would have expected, even from a fit young woman.

"Don't answer back. Kneel."

"I don't know what your deal is, but I'm done here."

I turned to leave but the blonde was standing right there. I hadn't heard or seen her move. It was as if she'd appeared out of thin air or moved too fast for the human eye to follow.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you crazy bitches," I said.

"My friend told you to kneel. Are you going to do as you're told?"

I tried to push her aside but she was more solid than she appeared. Even though I had a few inches in height and considerable muscle mass over her, it was like trying to move a concrete pillar anchored deep into the ground. I shoved her as hard as I could. The only effect was to elicit a smirk from the young woman.

The brunette grabbed me around the waist and manhandled me until I was standing on the metal band. She put a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed down with incredible force. My legs buckled beneath the impossible pressure and I was forced to kneel on the metal, which was cool to the touch despite the high early afternoon sun.

"Let me go!"

"Oh, do shut up," said the brunette.

I struggled to rise against her hands but I might as well have been trying to wrestle a grizzly bear. How was she so strong? Her strength was unearthly.

The blonde put one foot on the metal close to me and bent down to grab the strip further along its length. I stared at her luscious ass next to me. The swimsuit had ridden up her crack, separating her two cheeks into perfect, luscious bubbles of her rear end. I shook my head. Now wasn't the time to ogle. It was dawning on me that I was in physical danger from these women who were somehow as powerful as they were gorgeous.

The metal band was almost an inch thick but the blonde bent it with ease as if it were no more substantial than a piece of aluminum foil. She curved it in a perfect half-circle over my head. I had to crouch down to make room. Then, she switched to the other side and bent it up to meet the first half. I heard a sizzle and felt a sudden stab of heat where the two pieces of metal met just above my skull. I bent down and turned to see and observed the most unbelievable of the several impossible things that had happened that day. She was shooting twin beams of vivid red light from her eyes. Where the beams met the two ends of the band, the metal bubbled and melted. She was welding the band into a perfect hoop using some kind of laser from her eyes. 

Who the hell were these women and what were they doing?

The blonde picked up another metal band, hoisting it as if it weighed no more than a pillow. Using her impossible eye beams, she welded it halfway up and perpendicular to the first hoop. She bent it into a circle and welded the ends tightly. Now I was enclosed by two hoops, one running around me horizontally and the other vertically.  I had a horrible Idea where this was going.

My fears were confirmed when she formed another hoop around me, at a forty-five-degree angle to the first one. The gaps between the metal bands were still large enough for me to be able to crawl out if it hadn't been for the brunette's steely firm hands on my shoulders holding me in place.

The blonde began to move faster and faster, taking metal from the pile and forming more and more hoops around me, welding them into place with her eyes, enclosing me in a sphere formed of thick metal bands. The gaps between the hoops were no longer big enough for me to crawl through.

The brunette released her grip but there was nowhere I could go. She bent down and peered at me through one of the gaps in the sphere the blonde had formed around me.

"Feeling comfy?" she asked.

I was doubled over on myself and enclosed in a hamster ball made of strangely cool metal. I couldn't straighten up and I could barely sit comfortably.

"You win," I said. "I'm your prisoner."

Both women laughed.

"We don't want a prisoner," said the blonde.

"I told you," said the brunette. "We want to play with you."

As if to emphasize her words, she rolled the ball in which I was trapped across the sand towards the volleyball net. There wasn't room for me to move, so I turned over and over as the ball rolled.

"My turn to serve," said the brunette.

"Give me your best shot," said the blonde.

The brunette grabbed a firm hold of the ball. She gently tossed the contraption of which I was the heart up and down. I was starting to feel battered from bouncing around inside the hard metal. Without warning, she threw the ball high in the air. Somehow I managed to keep from throwing up as I tumbled madly. I could see her on the sand below me. Then, she wasn't as far below me. She had jumped up an impossible distance, propelling herself into the air with her lithe, muscular legs. I realized what was about to happen and braced myself for the impact. She pulled back her right arm and hit the ball with the flat palm of her hand.

The ball went flying down towards the other side of the net with sickening speed. It didn't hit the sand. Instead, it was intercepted by the outstretched palms of the blonde, who parried the brunette's serve to send me floating back over the other side of the net.

The brunette volleyed me back, sending me spinning and rattling around inside my metal cage. I was bruised and battered already. I felt a slick of blood run down the top of my head and along my back from where my skull had been uncomfortably close to the hands of one of the players when she'd struck my spherical cage.

Back and forth I flew across the makeshift court. The women didn't appear to suffer any physical exertion. They grunted when they struck the ball and yelled friendly banter back and forth but they weren't out of breath or even sweating. Most of the sound came from me as I cried out in agony with each hard volley.

I lost track but I must have gone across the net a couple of dozen times before one of them finally scored a point. The brunette somersaulted into the air to meet a high lob from the blonde and spiked me hard. My limited window on the world flew past at what felt like hundreds of miles an hour before the ball plowed into the sand, bringing me to a sudden stop. Over the triumphant cry of the scoring brunette, I heard the sickening crunch of bones and felt a shooting pain in my abdomen. Some of my ribs had paid the price for the brunette's victory.

"What are we playing to?" asked the blonde.

"Twenty-one?" replied the brunette.

The blonde put her face close to the ball and peeked in at me.

"I don't think this one's going to last until twenty-one. He's already bleeding. Maybe eleven."

"Who cares how long he lasts?" asked the brunette.

"You know I hate playing with a dead ball," said the blonde. "I like to hear them scream."

"Okay, we'll play to eleven, but if he's still alive after that, you have to have sex with him."

"Ugh. Sex with humans is so frustrating. They're so squishy. Although, if the game doesn't kill him, five minutes with me will."

Even if I survived their wicked game, my "reward" would be a fatal bout of sex with the lovely blonde. How was I going to get out of this situation?

The brunette laughed. "Your turn to serve. I'm ready for you."

The blonde leaned down and whispered to me. "Serving is my strong point. I can hit this thing twice as fast as my friend over there. Try to hold on to your life and your reward will be magnificent."

True to her word, she served me at incredible speed but somehow the brunette was able to return. I screamed in pain. I yelled for help but there was no one around for miles. The secluded nature of this beach was the main reason I had chosen to come here.

So much for a quiet day out at the beach.

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"a bob that framed her severely beautiful features like an exhibit in an art gallery"

Now that's a clever bit o' writing!

What a terrifying story. I think you just spoiled beach volleyball for the rest of my life.
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