DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction and I in no way condone the activities or actions within this story to be performed in real life. This is simply a means of fiction and should be treated as such.
This story will be long and although this is of course a sex-story will have emphasis on plot, it will be a slow burner to begin with - if you’re not in for the long haul find the door!
Megan had always been somewhat of a nerdy girl, interested in academics and doing well in school. In some ways Megan was your typical nerdy girl, she was overly timid and always avoided confrontation.
Mostly due to her shyness and timidness she had only ever had one relationship, that hadn’t exactly panned out. As time went on it became clear her previous boyfriend was only interested in her for one reason.
Although she had given her virginity to him they had only had sex a few times, once he realised she wasn’t going to do the things he wanted in the bedroom he had ended it.
Standing at 5ft 5 inches and weighing 50kg, Megan was your usual “Girl next door”. Her slim figure, flowing red hair and pale skin made her the envy of most of her friends. Of course they’d never admit it.
Her enviable form is only further complimented by her perky B-Cup breasts and to use the term her ex-boyfriend did, “peachy” ass.
At the age of 19 Megan had just started University, she was studying English. Often using the University library to study early before lectures, mostly to avoid crowds. Still being a shy girl, she preferred to go unnoticed.
-----------------------------------------Chapter 1: Where it all began/--------------------------------------
The day started like another weekend morning for our 19 year old protagonist Megan, she awoke to the sound of her phone’s alarm beeping sharply through an otherwise quiet room. The sun lightly glistened through the slightly open curtains of her bedroom window, letting a low light creep into the dark room.
Megan mumbled and murmured as she rolled over to turn the alarm off, fumbling around for it as she tried to stop the incessant beeping. Finally managing to silence the rude awakening of the sharp tone, she lay there for a moment before pulling the phone off of the bedside cabinet.
The glaring light of her phone read “6:30am”. As much as she knew she needed to get up, she tried to think of any reason to stay in bed. Electing instead to scroll through her notifications for a few minutes, swiping away a few social media notifications and checking her lecture schedule.
Dropping her phone to the covers with a “huff”, Megan threw off the covers and rolled out of bed. She rubbed her eyes
Stepping out of bed and wandering over to her closet she almost tripped over her bag she’d left there the night before, catching her footing at the last moment. Megan opened her closet and grabbed; A pair of black jeans, a plain white t-shirt and her university hoodie.
Slipping out of her pyjamas she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, her pale white skin dotted with freckles. She glanced herself up and down. Her perky B-Cup breasts and light dusting of red pubic hair above her pussy elegantly displayed back to her in the mirror.
Megan had always trimmed her pubic hair, her previous boyfriend liked it that way. She kept it just above her pussy in a small patch of burning red hair.
“I’m cute right?” she thought to herself before letting out a slight sigh. She thought she had a nice body, at least in her opinion. So why couldn’t she get a boyfriend?
“Whatever….” she mumbled to herself, grabbing a pair of matching white bra and panties. Stepping into them and pulling them up, the white panties snugly fit her peachy ass. She clasped the bra on herself as her perky breasts jiggled slightly.
Checking the time again, she started to rush. Pulling on her socks and jeans in almost one motion, clumsily pulling on her shirt and hoodie.
Almost forgetting her earphones she fumbled her keys, phone and bag into her hands and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to get her water bottle and dropped it into her bag.
Not wanting to wake anyone up, she lightly stepped over to the door and slipped on her low-top converse. Quietly opening the door and stepping out.
Almost the second she opened the door the cool air hit her, the slight sound of birds chirping broke an almost deathly silence. Although she liked the lack of people at the gym this early, she certainly didn’t enjoy the walk.
“Should have just drove” she thought to herself as she set off down the road. Knowing she could cut through the park nearby and cut what would have been a 30 minute drive was the only reason she didn’t turn back.
“At least I can finish my podcast” Megan thought to herself, popping her earphones in and pressing play on her true crime podcast.
She had made it to the entrance of the park by the time she started to think she should have just driven, goosebumps running up and down her arms. Stepping onto the grass as she entered the park, she felt the wet dew lick at her ankles just below the bottom of her jeans.
As Megan walked through the park she found herself getting lost in the podcast she was now about ten minutes into, absorbed into the latest episode she had made it to the other end of the park before she knew it.
At the other end of the park was a small dirt path that cut through a wooded area directly to the campus; it wasn’t part of the park itself and as such was mainly used by dog walkers and the odd runner.
It had always made her feel a bit uneasy, she hadn’t put much stock into it given her natural disposition to be anxious however. On this occasion Megan had got about 5 minutes down the wooded path when she was sure she heard a branch snap.
She spun around instinctively but saw nothing, there was no one there. Giggling to herself slightly she turned back around and carried on down the path, clearly this podcast was making too much of an impact on her.
Not thirty seconds later she felt an arm suddenly grab her around the waist and rip her into a tight grip.
Before she could even scream, another hand shoved a cloth into her face. A strong fume of chemicals filled her nose as panic set in. Dropping her bag, she thrashed her arms and kicked.
She kicked and thrashed in a state of pure panic but struggling as best she could, she could not get out from this strong grip.
Only a few seconds later her arms began to drop, her struggling getting weaker and weaker. Slowly her panic fueled struggle gave way to a limp acceptance as she was forced to breath through the chemical soaked cloth. Megan’s vision slowly faded to black as her arms and legs went completely limp.
She no longer felt the cool morning air, in fact all she felt was a dull throb in her head.
Groaning slightly and touching her aching head, she began to come round. It felt like she was laying in bed, the ground below her felt soft and spongy, as she slowly opened her eyes she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
A small square room surrounded her. The entire room, including the spongy floor, were all pure white. It had an almost medical feeling to it, the walls perfectly curving into the floor and ceiling like something out of a Sci-Fi film.
She slowly began to push herself up from her lying position up to a seated one, still holding her head. Beginning to take in her surroundings a sense of panic and fear shot through her as she began to remember what had happened.
Jumping up to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her body, she furiously spun around to look for a sense of where she was or what was going on. That was when she noticed it.
The wall behind her did not match the rest of the walls, it wasn’t the same pure white as the floor or ceiling either, having a pure black colour to it. She cautiously approached it when she heard a distinct “CLICK” sound, and suddenly the wall lit up in a flash.
That was when it became clear to her, the entire wall on one side of this room was in fact a large screen. She covered her eyes in a reflex moment as the screen lit up, slowly uncovering her eyes she looked back at the screen.
“The Education Game” was displayed on the screen in thick white animated letters, slowly growing and then shrinking in size.
She instinctively dove her hands into her pockets to search for her phone, but her pockets were empty. Her phone, keys and earphones were all gone. The realisation began to dawn on her that she could not call anyone for help.
“What… What’s going on….” “What the fuck is going on....” she thought to herself as she began to rush to each wall of the small room, running her hands along the sleek solid walls looking for some form of exit.
“Welcome, Contestant: Megan” a cold robotic female robotic voice announced from seemingly nowhere, and everywhere.
Jumping in shock against the back wall of the room she shakily screamed: “Wha- Who? Let me out of here!” at the screen on the opposite side of the room.
Without skipping a beat the cold robotic voice continued: “You have been chosen to partake in The Education Game, you will be given a chance to prove yourself to be a well educated student.”
The way the voice read this out almost made it sound like an opportunity and not whatever devious hell Megan had found herself in.
“What? What game? No! What the fuck are you talking about... Let me the fuck out of-” she screamed before the robotic voice cut her off.
“You will face 5 trials before proceeding to the Grand Finale, completing the game will reward you greatly. Failing to complete the challenge will punish you greatly also.” the voice stated.
“Reward me?... Punish me? Who the fuck are you! I’m not doing anything! Let me out of here!” Megan screamed, the panic truly setting in now.
Just the same as before there was no response to her pleas as the robotic voice continued its, what almost sounded like pre-recorded, announcement.
“Contestant: Megan. I will now explain the rules of the game to you. Please listen carefully, these rules will not be repeated. Once the rules have been made clear we will begin.” the voice calmly declared.
Megan said nothing now, she was beginning to realise this thing was not listening to her anyway. She just looked at the screen still displaying the words “The Education Game” in pulsating white animated text.
“As stated, you will face 5 trials before proceeding to the Grand Finale. In each trial you will be required to complete a set task under a strict set of rules, each task will be explained to you before it begins.” the voice announced.
As the voice was explaining this the screen began displaying an animated graphic of what was being said. Trials one through 5 listed each in their own corner of the screen before the words “Grand Finale” contained in a comic book style outline appeared in the centre.
“It’s like a fucking gameshow…” Megan thought to herself, beginning to shake slightly.
“Each trial will have an undisclosed reward if you complete the trial, conversely each trial will have an undisclosed punishment if you fail the trial.” the voice explained.
As the voice explained this the screen switched to showing two images, one of a thumbs up on the left side of the screen and one of a thumbs down on the right.
“I’ve got to get out of here…” Megan thought to herself, slowly moving herself along the wall feeling up and down it as she went. She didn’t feel anything, the whole wall was one smooth square. She could see the other two were the same, she wasn’t sure whether to panic or cry.
“Each of the trials and the Grand Finale will be recorded by the screen in front of you, as well as cameras placed at various angles throughout the contestants chamber.”
“What. What. WHAT.” Megan screamed in pure panic.
“Failure to complete the Grand Finale of the challenge will result in the recordings of all trials, interactions and the Grand Finale footage itself being uploaded to… 16 websites along with a detailed personal profile of… Contestant: Megan.”
“The detailed profile will contain; Name, age, address, images, detailed body measurements and contact information.” the voice stated, still in its calm almost empty voice.
As the voice was saying this the screen changed, on it now under the heading “The Education Game” was a large clear picture of Megan’s drivers license. Next to that was a profile, containing all the information described.
“WHAT NO. WHAT DO YOU MEAN” Megan screamed, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
The realisation was setting in that whatever this was it wasn’t going to be good.
“Completion of the Grand Finale will result in an undisclosed prize as well as all recordings collected, including the Grand Finale, being deleted. A single physical copy will be given to the contestant as a souvenir to do with as they please.” the cold voice read.
“If… My motivation for completing the grand finale is people NOT seeing what happened in it or these stupid trials… oh fuck… what is this…” Megan whimpered to herself, beginning to cry.
“We will begin the first trial shortly, however before beginning you must complete your sign up process.” the cold robotic womans announced
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