getDare Truth or Dare - Strapon contest with consequences

I'm back, and here is the next part

I woke up in my own bed, I had no idea how I'd got there, and very little idea of what happened the night before. The time on my alarm clock read 10:24. my head throbbed and ached as my body tried to awaken. The shower called to me to attempt to recover from this state. What had happened last night. Flashbacks of the drinking contest swam through my head, but none explained to me how it had ended.

The water, spraying down onto my exhausted body, healed and relaxed, 20 minutes passed before I turned it off and my legs slowly moved out of the shower. I felt slightly better but my hangover lived up to its name and hung over me with an intense grip. The mirror showed and image I did not want to see. Black, drained eyes stared back, there was a small cut on the chin, which had clearly been bleeding recently. My own face was almost unrecognizable through the mask of alcohol recovery I was going through.

After slowly engulfing my body in clothes, I made my way to the kitchen and prepared some of my hangover cures. The citrus smoothie was the greatest relief I'd ever found, but it was always accompanied by a bacon sandwich. Within minutes the transformation from aching zombie to lively teen was completed. Only then did it really occur to me, I needed to discover the result. It took a while to locate my phone and I called Toby, knowing he would of been there til the end for certain.

'Hello, Sarah, is that you?' His voiced didn't give too much away, but then again Toby never gave much away, his emotions rarely ever surfaced, but I liked that about him. He was always supportive and never lost his patience or temper with you.

'Yeah, it's me. What happened last night? I can barely remember anything. And what happened to James and Lisa?' Concern for my boyfriend and best friend had suddenly swam over me. I'd already glanced in Lisa's room that morning to find it empty, and Lucy had denied seeing her. 'Are they OK?'

'James is hear with me, he basically couldn't walk, so I took him back to mine; he's still asleep though, I thought best to let him get some rest. As for Lisa, I think Ben took her back to his.' Ben and Lisa had just started dating. He seemed a nice guy but nothing special. I'd only met him the once when Lisa had brought him on a night out. 'As for what happened last night, it's bad news. We lost.'

Those last two words sent a nerve tingling through the core of my body. The consequences rained down on me, the bet we'd made, how could we have lost. 'Sarah, Sarah, are you still there?' I was struggling to speak, yes I'd lost bets before, but this was my home turf. 'You and Josh both went down together at the end.'

'I'm still here, just finding it difficult to comprehend. Did any of the chess group say anything afterwards?' There was no point trying to deny what happened. I had to accept it, and I had to be strong. A member of the club I was used to this stuff. Lisa, James and myself would have to try to help the other three through this.

'Yeah, Miranda told us that we're to meet them at Jake's house at 11:30pm tonight, and to follow all instructions no matter what. Does she really mean it, what do you think we'll have to do?' For possibly the first time ever I sensed some fear in Toby's voice, which meant he must be genuinely scared.

'I'm not entirely sure T, but I'm certain that she's serious. Jake and Miranda are professionals when it comes to this stuff. But don't worry, It's only five days, we'll get through it together.' I didn't express one of my concerns though. If Miranda wanted us to get there at 11:30 then it was obvious they wanted to start at midnight which meant they were making sure they got as much time as possible. 'I'll come round to your house about 10. Call Josh and Mel and get them to get to yours then as well, and I'll give Lisa a ring.'

'OK Sarah, bye.' I hung up, and the eerie silence passed back over me.

It was 11:25 and the six of us slowly approached Jake's house. Not much had been said in the last hour, a few people tried to lift spirits but to little success. The night surrounded us and despite still being outside, I felt slightly claustrophobic. There was no escape, no way out. We approached the door, the bell rang, the bell calling the chess club to the door, and the bell calling hell to us.......

What will happen over the next 5 days?
How will the contest with Kim and Miranda finish?
Will everyone be able to cope with the slavery?

Keep reading to find out