[ShinyDemon]

Hello again, and thank you yet again for all the comments, reads and messages of encouragement.

As promised, the aim of this story is a bit of everything for everyone, and this chapter sets things up nicely.

Enjoy...


PART XI

I returned to my position, and took a big swig of drink to wash away the taste of Ed’s cum – although it wasn’t particulary unpleasant, it certainly wasn’t a taste I wanted to linger in my mouth.
Ed returned to his position too, looking content.

It was my turn to ask a truth (or a very unlikely dare !) to one of the girls now, but it took me a whilst to try and come up with something original. I wanted to better Ed’s last attempt, when he managed to ask a truth, but in the process managed to get Claire to fake an orgasm.
I racked my brains trying to think of something, and my sister, Sarah, obviously saw me struggling, so she interjected with a suggestion.

“How about, to keep the game moving along, we work in teams now – boys vs girls ? You ask us to do a truth or dare, and we all have to do it or answer it – or if it’s a dare, you can choose who does what, to whom. You know that you can only take dares, nothing changes there, other than you both have to do them.” Sarah suggested. “So, how about it ?”

We were in a difficult situation. We had already been set up, and we both new that – and yet we still were enjoying the game. Plus, the thought of even the slightest chance of getting these girls to do what we wanted was incredibly tempting. Even though we knew that there was practically no chance of achieving this, both of our dicks pulsed at this proposal.

Ed said, “Well girls, as you want to change the rules now, I want to add some. We’ll both agree to your terms – we’ll continue only doing dares, and you’ll probably keep on asking for truths, and we’ll accept that. To give us the slightest chance of payback, you have to write a word on a piece of paper, as obscure as you want, and if we say that word before midnight, you all become our slaves and have to do whatever we want you to.
Also, if you fail to tell the truth on any of our questions, you again become our slaves. Likewise, if we fail to complete a dare, we will become your slaves.”

Claire spoke up, adding to the debate. “Ok, we’ll agree to that on the condition that if you fail to do a dare, you are our slaves for the rest of the month – and have to do what we ask, whenever or wherever you are.”
This was a big stake – we were only into the first week of the month, so we could potentially be slaves to these girls for another three weeks. I was about to persuade Ed to pull out of the deal, but he stopped me and simply said to the girls, “Deal !!”

The girls all smiled gleefully at each other – they knew, as well as I did, that they had us over a barrel. How on earth could we get out of this ?
Sarah went to the telephone, and brought over a pen and a sheet of notepaper from the phone pad. She clarified, “So, this can be ANY word ?”
“So long as it’s in the English dictionary.” Ed replied.

The girls huddled round, and whispered suggestions to each other. After a few giggles and smiles, Sarah wrote down something on the paper. I tried to watch, trying to get clues as to how many letters there were, but Jo spotted me and hunched round blocking my view.

Sarah folded the piece of paper, and placed it on the sideboard next to her.

Again, Ed stated the terms of this new agreement, just so that all the girls were sure. “So, if either myself or Stevie-Boy here say the word that is written on that piece of paper at any time before midnight, you all become our slaves for the rest of the night. Is that all agreed ?”
All the girls looked at each other, and nodded confidently. They were sure, as I was, that we had little chance of guessing just one word from the English Language.

Finally my turn resumed, but with the added bonus that I would be asking all the girls… “Truth or Dare” I asked them all. Almost simultaneously, they all said “Truth !”

“If you had to give oral sex to one of us, who would it be ?” I asked.

Sarah spoke up first, “Ed – like I said earlier, you’re my brother and that’s just gross.”

Ed looked happy, “1 – 0” he said to me.

Bex chirped up next, “You” she said to me, smiling. I returned the smile, whilst whispering to Ed, “1 – 1”.

Jo said, “I’d choose you too”, also with a sweet smile. The unofficial scorecard, not that I was counting, was 1 – 2 to me, and with just Claire to go, the least that I could do would be to draw with Ed.

“Sarah”, said Claire. “I’d choose her !” That took all of us by surprise. I had meant for the girls to choose between me and Ed, but thinking back I had not specified that in the question.
Sarah blushed at the response.

“Are you sure you’re telling the truth ? If not, you all become our slaves !” Ed suggested, but Claire confirmed that she was telling the truth.

The girls huddled round for the second time in five minutes whilst they discussed a dare for us. When they looked up, Jo spoke for the group.

“Ok, our dare for you is… Ed must shave Steve’s pubes off !”

I was gutted – even though I had seen Ed go through this earlier, I had anticipated that my pubes would still be attached to me by the end of this game. There was no was out, and Ed arranged the shaver, foam and water that was still around from earlier.

He carefully performed the task, gently moving my erect penis out of the way as he removed my pubic hair from my balls and around my penis. Before long, I was bald as he was down there – much to the girls delight !

“Sorry dude,” he whispered to me as he finished off the last few hairs, “but it’ll be worth it… just you see !”

As he wiped the remaining foam from me, and rinsed his hands, he smiled and winked. “I believe it’s our turn now,” he said to the girls, “so, Truth or Dare ?”

Again, in unison, the girls all said, “Truth !”

Ed looked at me and smiled again. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but knew that he was cleverer than me, so felt reassured.

“Girls, for your Truth, I want to know… what word Sarah wrote on that piece of paper !” he said, pointing to the neatly folded sheet on the sideboard.

The girls all gasped, taking in a deep breath as the colour drained from their faces. The sudden realisation that they had fallen into a trap sunk in – they could not lie, as that would result in them all becoming our slaves for the rest of the night. Alternatively, if they told the truth, that would have the same result.

“No,” Sarah said in a deeply pleading way, “that’s not fair – you can’t ask us that.”

“Please don’t.” Jo said, almost close to tears.

“I can, and I did… and I want a truthful answer… or you can pay the penalty – the choice is yours !!” Ed said, without mercy.

I was still amazed that Ed had come up with this plan on the spot – it was simply brilliant !!

“Tampon… the word is Tampon” Bex said, also close to tears.

“I’ll have to check that you’re telling the truth,” Ed said as he leant across Sarah and took the piece of paper. He slowly unfolded it and showed it to me. “TAMPON” was written across it in my sister’s handwriting.

“Tampon !” Ed said. “Tampon IS the word, and I claim you as our slaves for the rest of the night !”

To be continued…