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Orgasm Games: 1. The Perfect Bet

_Author's note: This is a furry world, but it will be a while before the first reference to that, because it's not important at first and the main character just doesn't notice that kind of thing. For your imagination's sake, Alice herself is a feline.

It's also going to be a while before the yiff gets started, so be patient. I think the setup is worth it._

* * *

Alice Stone was a natural-born gambler. Not the kind who bets the farm on a coinflip, but rather a master of odds and strategy who managed to earn a little extra by making smart bets with money she could afford to lose. Unfortunately, that was less and less of late. College tuition had quickly eaten through her modest bank account, and despite her two small scholarships, she expected to have just over $10,000 in debt when she graduated in a year.

She glanced over to the drawer on her left. In it sat a folder filled with her long-term plans, but she didn't pull it out. She already knew the most important number in it: $50,000. The bare minimum she needed to pull it off. She'd spent hours trying to whittle it down further, to no avail. Fifty thousand was as low as it would go. Another $10,000 would cut the start-up time from five years to two, and anything beyond that would give her much-needed breathing room, but without 50K, it just wouldn't work.

Alice looked down at the desk again, scanning through the flyer once more. Brian had given it to her a few hours ago. She'd met him in Statistics class first year. They were both bored out of their skulls, acing the tests without really trying. They hit it off when she mentioned a bet to him and, when he asked, admitted to being a gambler.

Brian was a mathematics genius, but he also had an almost instinctive knack for picking out good bets. The bets he picked earned, on average, about twice as much as hers for every dollar spent. In fact, Alice would have bet good money that Brian could have made a living by gambling, except for one tiny problem: he wasn't a gambler. Fascinated by gambling, yes, but he didn't have the nerve to make serious bets. Instead, when he spotted a good bet, he passed it on to her.

This time, he seemed to have outdone himself. Actually, she mused to herself for the third or fourth time, it was more an outrageously-paid one-day job than a bet. $100,000 guaranteed, win or lose, with the remaining details only given after passing an interview and signing an NDA. Whoever they were (the flyer just gave a phone number), they were sure serious about secrecy.

The other weird thing about it was that even if Brian was interested, he couldn't have made this bet. The flyer specifically said "women only".

Alice gave a mental shrug. Brian sent it, so it was worth investigating. Worst case, she lost a couple hours of summer vacation. And if it worked out, she would suddenly have enough cash to consider not getting a job for the summer.

Mind made up, Alice picked up the phone and started dialing.

* * *

Two days later, Alice gave a silent whistle as she sized up the building she'd been directed to. She hadn't exactly expected some dingy building in a bad neighborhoodâ€"Brian wouldn't have sent her to a place like thatâ€"but this place looked like a fancy country club, the kind that required at least two references and an audited financial statement before they would give you an application form.

She was still mystified by the nature of the "bet", but one look at the Barkley Club did answer a few questions. The secrecy, for one, was surely standard procedure for somewhere like this. The members were sure to be protective of their privacy. And wealthy, too, which explained the $100,000 guarantee. They probably spent more than that on wine and spirits in an evening.

The guard at the gate studied her driver's license carefully before finding her name in his list and opening the gate to let her into the parking lot. He told her to pull up to the main entrance, where a valet took her rusty old car and parked it with the same politeness and care he gave to the massively more expensive autos parked alongside it. When she asked him if there was some kind of token she needed to get it back later, he smiled kindly and said, "Ma'am, we pride ourselves on exceptional service. I am the on duty valet for the entire evening, and I never forget a face. If I fell ill or was injured, the standby valet would review the security footage and take my place."

Alice's impression of the country club went up another notch when the female butler in the front hall greeted her with the same perfect courtesy, offered to escort her to the interview room, and simply bowed acquiescence when she declined. She suspected that security was watching her as carefully as the gate guard had checked her ID, but they were behind well-hidden cameras, and the other staff seemed bound and determined to treat her with every bit as much respect as they gave the club's members.

* * *

Alice was taken aback when she opened the door to the interview room and found herself in a doctor's office. It was as immaculately decorated as the rest of the club, but it still had the distinct smell of disinfectant and a quick glance showed subtle changes to the decor to make it easier to sterilize.

The receptionist looked up at her. "Can I help you?"

Alice said, "I think I've got the wrong room. I'm here for an interview?"

The receptionist smiled. "No, no, you've got the right place. The interview requires a full physical, and it takes about an hour for some of the results, so we like to get it out of the way first and spare you the suspense." She stood up. "If you'll come this way?"

Slightly stunned, Alice followed her through a door and into the working section of the office. Unlike in the waiting room, decor in the deeper areas had been sacrificed completely for the sake of hygiene, and the sterile odor was noticeably stronger. The receptionist opened another door and waved Alice into the surreally-familiar examination room. "The doctor will be with you in just a moment."

Alice had barely begun to collect her thoughts when the door opened again, and a handsome middle-aged reptile walked in. As he held out a scaly hand, a part of her noted with amusement that his skin probably sterilized as easily as the linoleum floor. "Ms. Stone, I'm Dr. Greene. Pleased to meet you."

She shook his hand mechanically. "I wasn't expecting...." She trailed off.

Dr. Greene smiled. "A doctor's office in a country club, or a physical as part of your interview?" She started to open her mouth, but he raised a hand. "Nevermind, I'll answer both.

"First, the club has a doctor's office because it provides medical services to its members. I am licensed for both general practice and geriatrics, as well as emergency care. Given the annual fee and exclusive nature of the Barkley Club, we take the health of our members extremely seriously.

"As to the physical, well, I can't give you much in the way of details, but I will say that there is a physical component to the bet, so we want to make sure you're in tip-top shape before we let you play. And, hey, look at it this way: Even if you fail the interview or back out, you still get a free physical out of it, and we'll be happy to send the results to your usual doctor."

Alice nodded, glad to have things make sense again. "Okay, I think I can live with that."

The doctor smiled again. "Okay, let's get started. Should I go grab a nurse, or will you be comfortable without?"

"I think we can skip that."

* * *

After being poked, prodded, weighed, measured, and sampled for what felt like hours, Alice was finally allowed to put her clothes back on and directed towards the office where the remainder of the interview would take place.

The interviewer had taken the term "mousy secretary" to its literal extreme. She twitched with instinctive fear as Alice's feline form walked in, before firmly getting herself under control and introducing herself as Lucy.

The first few questions were easy. Name? Alice Stone. Species? Feline. Variant? Russian Blue. Age? 20. Height? 5'3". Weight? 110 lbs. Measurements? 35A-30-37.

After that came a dizzying array of questions, including an IQ test (148), physics (good), astronomy (fair), mathematics (good), statistics (excellent), literature (fair), management (excellent), chemistry (fair), history (fair), law (good), and, bizarrely, sex life (nonexistent). By this time, the physical results came in and she was declared to be in excellent health.

At last, Lucy declared that she had passed the interview, and slid a Non-Disclosure Agreement across the desk. "You get $1,000 for signing the NDA, even if you walk away afterwards."

Alice smiled and signed it. Even without the thousand bucks, she was too curious to back out before she even heard what the bet was. The money was just a nice touch. Which, she reflected, might well have been the point.

"Okay, hang on a minute while I have this copied and filed, and we'll discuss the specifics."

* * *

"So," said the mouse as she sat back down, "you may have guessed from that last round of questions that the bet is sexual in nature." Lucy raised an eyebrow at Alice.

She nodded. "I was starting to suspect as much, but I'm still at a loss as to what it is."

"Well, let's fix that, then. Simply put, we are betting that our machine will bring you to orgasm in 10 minutes or less."

Alice blinked in surprise, but automatically asked, "And the stakes...?"

"As mentioned, you get $100,000 win or lose. That's essentially your 'performance fee' for participating and allowing our members to watch the bet." She paused for a moment.

Alice nodded, taking a few seconds to let that sink in. She'd never considered a career as a porn star, but she wasn't exactly a prude either. A hundred thousand for a ten minute performance seemed like a pretty good deal to her. And, hey, "losing" didn't sound like such a bad fate, either.

Lucy continued. "If you win, we'll double the fee for a total of $200,000. If you lose, there is a forfeit involved."

Alice raised an eyebrow, mentally perking up. Finally, something to make it a real gamble. "What kind of forfeit?"

"One component of the machine is a custom-made dildo. It will monitor for orgasm by the simple expedient of detecting vaginal contractions. Bear down too hard for too long, and it will report an orgasm, causing you to lose the bet. So you will need to focus on staying relaxed in order to prevent a false positive.

"If it detects an orgasm before the 10 minutes is up, the dildo will 'orgasm' along with you, pumping several squirts of real semen directly into your womb. Your physical indicates that you are quite fertile, and the bet will be timed so that you are in the most fertile part of your cycle. Therefore, the odds are good that if you lose, you will become pregnant. If that happens, the Barkley Club will pay reasonable medical costs and child support, but you are required to carry the child to term and raise it yourself."

Alice blinked. That was... some forfeit. Shocked back into automatic reaction, she asked, "Whose?"

"We'll pick out a male of your species and variant with high IQ and free of genetic defects. As a matter of fact, I think we have a Russian Blue among our members who would be interested. The bad news is that you won't be introduced to him beforehand, and it's up to him to contact you afterwards, if he wants to. Even if he does, you are, of course, free to seek out another mate to raise the child with or simply raise it by yourself."

Alice frowned in thought, her gambling instincts weighing the terms. If she won, she got two hundred thousand. If she lost, half that, plus likely bearing a paid-for child with impeccable genes, and a shot at a smart and probably rich mate. She wasn't really interested in becoming a mother just yet, but there were certainly worse circumstances for it. It wasn't as black-and-white as the flyer had made it seem, but she supposed that it was still a win-win situation. And, hey, it's not a bet unless there's some risk involved.

As Alice started to open her mouth to accept, Lucy raised a hand. "There are two more bits you should be aware of. First, the machine will not inform you when ten minutes are up. If you orgasm in the first ten minutes, you lose. If you orgasm in the next ten minutes, you win and the dildo will not 'cum' in you. After twenty minutes, a chime will sound, at which point you may remain on the machine for as long as you like before signalling it to turn off.

"Second, if you accept, you will be required to wear a chastity belt until your fertile period hits, a week from today. This serves to prevent independent pregnancy, but also prevents masturbation, making the bet that much more challenging to win. If you lose the bet, you will have to wear the belt for an additional four weeks, or until we confirm that you are pregnant. During this period, you may visit at any time and use the machine again, under the same rules as before but with no additional money involved. Of course, if you lose one of those sessions, the four week period resets."

Alice pondered the nature of the challenge and the addition of the chastity belt for a few minutes. Lucy was right, that changed things a bit. The first part added a little challenge but no substantial change to the bet.

The chastity belt was a different matter. The initial week would be unpleasant, but given the money involved, she'd gladly tolerate it. A whole month, though, that would be hell.

The offer of repeat sessions just made her smile inside. That was a subtle and downright devious touch. If she didn't take them up, the temptation would make the month stretch out even further. If she did, she was sure they'd have observers again. Not to mention the likelihood of stretching things out even further.

Behind her poker face, Alice smiled and shook her head. How nice to work with professionals for once. Clearly, someone had realized that it was the details that make a bet interesting. None of them changed the basic nature of the bet, but they added depth to the challenge, made it more than a simple probability calculation.

Alice's inner gambler nodded her assent. Objectively, it was still a win-win proposition. Without prior experience, she couldn't estimate her own reactions reliably, but she could certainly consider the Barkley Club. A scammer would stack the odds heavily in his favor just to win money, but the club would lose $100,000 regardless. A casino would just barely tilt things their way, to allow for a few big winners and create excitement, but that didn't fit either, for the same reason.

No, the Barkley Club was acting more like a gentleman gambler. Set up a fair challenge and then see if it's met. They'd make it difficult, of course; there'd be no fun in it if it wasn't. But at the same time, it would be scrupulously fair. Everything explained up front, no hidden tricks or surprises. A test of skill, thrilling to watch no matter what the outcome. That was the kind of opponent who might reward a loser. The money, after all, was never the point of the thing. It wasn't a scam, or a calculated bet, or even a foolhardy gamble. It was entertainment.

Alice envisioned her inner gambler looking out at her from a mirror, raising an eyebrow in silent question. It was, after all, Alice's choice. The same question came up with every bet she made. She liked the odds, but was it worth it? Was she willing to play the game, and was the penalty for losing one she could bear?

She pondered that a moment more before placing her right hand up her skirt and running it along the crease in the front of her panties. Holding up two now-glistening fingers, she said, "I think that's a yes."

* * *

The chastity belt was a remarkably complicated device. It was made of aluminum and came in several sizes, but even after the fitter selected the correct size, there were still several hinges to adjust to make it conform to Alice's waist and crotch. The inside of each hinge was coated in rubber, to avoid pinching, and the hinge's angle was set by a dial on the inside of the belt, which received a rubber cap of its own when it was set properly. The outside was coated with half an inch of soft rubber, to keep the metal belt from clunking on anything she sat on, and concealed under a layer of plain white cloth. An inch of catheter stuck out of the inside lining in front, and a similar but much wider inch-long tube stuck out the back.

The final hinges were two clasps on the sides, similar to those used on metal watch bands, and one loose hinge at the bottom. Putting it on was almost disturbingly similar to pulling on a pair of oversize panties, with the cloth on the outside almost completing the illusion, except where the other ends of the tubes stuck out slightly. The lightly-greased catheter slid easily into Alice's pee hole, but getting the rear end in proved a bit trickier. At last, the fitter closed the two remaining clasps, making Alice shudder as the rest of the two tubes sunk home. A turn of a key on each side, and it was done. For the next week, Alice would be a eunuch.

Well, in theory. She soon discovered that if anything, the belt made her hornier than usual. She usually masturbated every evening to get ready for bed, and often again when she woke up. Moreover, she couldn't sit down or use the bathroom without thinking about the situation and the coming challenge. Sitting around, horny and not being able to do anything about it was... a trying experience, to say the least. She spent hours that week lying awake in bed, desperately horny and wishing she could just rub her clit for a minute, maybe two, so that she could release and fall asleep.

Alice found herself using the bathroom more often than normal, just so she could feel something down there. After cleaning and re-attaching the cap for the rear tube the third or fourth time, she was desperate enough to visit an adult store and pick up a dildo thin enough to slide into her ass. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. Even with one vibrator up her ass and another shaking the pee tube, the unfamiliar sensations were only enough to tease her and make her hornier. Frustrated, she even tried rubbing herself against the inside of the chastity belt, but just ended up making the whole region sore, especially the area around the two tubes.

She had even given thought to calling the club and seeing if they'd let her have one of the "after" sessions before. Or at least undo the belt long enough to clean it; she'd leaked enough juices that they'd dried out in places and seemingly welded her fur to the metal. It itched like mad, so she was stuck with two itches she couldn't scratch. As if in answer to her indecisive stare, the phone rang.

Alice jumped about a foot, and took two more rings to collect herself enough to answer. "Hello?"

"Hello, Alice. This is Lucy, from the Barkley Club."

Still flustered, Alice spoke without thinking. "I can tell. Your voice keeps haunting my dreams, whispering about the belt and the bet."

Lucy laughed. "Well, I'm calling to remind you that the bet is set for tomorrow. It would be a royal shame to have to wait another month because you forgot to show up on the right day."

Alice blanched. She'd spent so much time thinking about the bet, she'd completely lost track of when it was. "Thanks for the reminder. One week's already driving me bonkers, another month would have me climbing the walls!"

Lucy said, "Well, count that as extra motivation to win, then. In any case, the other reason I'm calling is to tell you that the bet starts at 6, but we'd like you to show up at noon so that we have time to clean you up and treat any rash that might have formed under the belt."

"That... sounds like a very good idea. This thing itches like nobody's business."

Lucy laughed again. "Anyway, tomorrow at noon. Try to get a good night's sleep."

Alice's humorless, pathetic giggle went unheard as a click signalled that Lucy had hung up.

* * *

Back in the doctor's office, Alice was strapped down before the fitter was allowed in with the key. Evidently, they weren't taking any chances that she would somehow wrest control of it long enough to rub one out. Alice snorted in private humor. Sure, she was hornier than she could ever remember being, but she wasn't about to risk another month of this, or worse, having the bet called off.

The fitter removed the belt and took it away for cleaning. Dr. Greene took out a sponge and began cleaning Alice, who surprised herself by moaning at the first touch. If a simple cleaning felt this good, winning the bet would be... a challenge, to say the least.

Had she been in a more normal state of mind, Alice might have noticed that the doctor's cleaning focused more on her pussy, especially the area just around her clit, than the distribution of juices could account for. After she had been thoroughly dried, he applied some vitamin E lotion, not so much because the skin needed it as because he could. He was very careful not to get her too excited, knowing that the hidden camera in the corner was watching. Not that he was going to spoil things anyway; he was one of the few staff members who would be able to watch the event live.

Dr. Greene left her alone with her thoughts for half an hour, before returning with the fitter to re-apply the belt. Alice was glad to have it back; maddening though it was, being covered and able to move was better than sitting spread open, being teased by the faint breezes that had "accidentally" wandered through the room.

"Brrr...." Alice shivered. "That's cold!"

The technician ignored her and closed the latches, locking her in once more. Dr. Greene said, "Just your imagination, I'm afraid. You're used to it being body temperature, and it had time to cool off while it was being cleaned. It will warm up shortly."

In another room, Lucy frowned to herself. "Time to cool off" indeed. The cleaning was done in under five minutes; the belt had spent the rest of the time in the refrigerator. The good doctor was stepping over the line; she'd have to remind him that this was supposed to be a fair contest. Still, the teasing and the cold should have more or less cancelled each other out, so the reprimand could wait until a bit later.

* * *

Alice was startled when Lucy came to collect her for the main event. She'd been given full reign of the club and had found, to her delight, that it had an excellent library. A bit of science fiction had managed to distract her from the coming event, and combined with the literal cooldown of the belt, she thought she might actually have a chance now.

She had no more than stood up to follow Lucy when Alice felt her pussy begin to swell and moisten once more. Something about this contest had her motor running, and she wasn't quite sure what.

In the prep room, Alice was stripped and strapped to a gurney. The belt was left in place for the moment as the gurney was wheeled into the auditorium.

The auditorium could seat a hundred people, and right now it held more like a hundred ten. Fully half had to be 65 or older, but there was a surprisingly-large portion of the group who were closer to her age. Without time to scan over the group, Alice couldn't tell if anyone she knew was out there, but except for the staff, she didn't think she knew anyone who could afford this place.

The audience applauded as Alice was wheeled to center stage. Something was moved into position over Alice's head, and she gasped as she realized what it was. Sporting two long protrusions on one side, the lower one smaller than the top, and with a small clear bottle holding milky-white fluid, it could only be the reason she was here: the club's orgasm machine.

Between the crowd and the machine, Alice felt her metal panties moisten still further. If they didn't seal so tightly, she was certain that her juices would be seeping out. As-is, her fur was threatening to plaster itself down again.

Someone was making a suitably-pompous speech to introduce Alice and the challenge. Obliquely, she noted, with no surprise whatsoever, that they had held this contest repeatedly, with some wins and some losses. She even had a spare moment to wonder if they had tapes of the previous encounters, and if she could get an invitation to the next one.

Most of her mind, however, was occupied studying the machine still hanging over her head. If anything, its craftsmanship showed even more care than the chastity belt did. Aside from the bottle, the entire thing seemed to be made of slick black rubber, right down to the power cord that emerged seamlessly from one side. The lack of a control panel or wire meant that it was controlled wirelessly, or perhaps completely automatic.

The two dildos were both perfectly smooth, and emerged from holes only fractionally bigger than they were. Just to either side of the top dildo, she could see part of a small circle in the rubber, presumably covering ports for some kind of device. Clit stimulators, perhaps?

The fitter reappeared, still carrying the key. Something in his expression made Alice suddenly envision him as Gollum, stroking the key and muttering "My presssscious." while he waited for a chance to use it. She managed to stifle the resulting laughter, but a smile must have crept onto her face, as the fitter looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Still struggling to avoid laughing at the poor man, she shook her head slightly. The fitter smiled, shaking his head in bemusement.

At a motion from the speaker, the fitter walked up to her and quickly turned the key in the lock on her left side, releasing one catch with a distinct "click". He walked around to her other side and turned the key once in that lock, releasing another click from the belt. Finally, with a theatrical flourish, he turned the key a second time, releasing a hidden mechanism in the belt and causing it to pop like a bubble, the sections flinging themselves off of her, leaving only the piece beneath her and the one the fitter was still holding.

Alice felt a sucking sensation and a sudden gust of air as the front piece split in two and went flying, leaving only the catheter in place. For a moment, she pictured the scene from the other side, the audience staring hungrily as the object of their attention and desire was revealed in a spray of droplets thrown off her fur. Her poetic side even added a rainbow in the droplets of pussy juice, and she snickered quietly at the second silly image.

After the doctor gently slid the catheter out, the device hanging above her was moved away and the announcer came up to her, rather abruptly formal. "Alice Stone, we're giving you one last chance to back out with no hard feelings. You've seen our device, albeit only passively. If you elect to continue, you know the rules already. The contest will only end if one of three things happens. First, you orgasm within the first 20 minutes, win or lose. Second, 20 minutes elapse and you ask to stop. Third, our doctor calls an emergency stop out of concern for your health, in which case you win by default.

"We'll even sweeten the deal one last time. Leave now and we'll give you ten thousand, just for being a good sport this far.

"Alice Stone, do you wish to continue the contest?"

Alice felt like scoffing. It was another nice touch on their behalf, granted, but there was no way she could back down now. The bet had been made, and she would follow it through to the finish. Her gambling honor and pride demanded it.

That, however, would take too long to explain. "Yes, I wish to continue."

The announcer relaxed his formality and smiled. "You got it. Good luck, and try not to have too much fun."

Alice smiled back. Not having "fun" was, after all, the point. Still, she'd enjoy the contest regardless.

She jumped slightly as cool rubber met hot pussy. She tried to look down, but the position and her own modest breasts made only the very top of the device visible. The technician tightened a couple of fasteners, then nodded and backed away.

The announcer said, "Are you ready?" Alice looked over at him and nodded. He pulled out a remote control that could have been made by ACME. The three-inch antenna and single large bright-green button were clearly more for show than practicality.

"Alright then. In five, four," The audience joined in, over a hundred voices shouting as one. "THREE, TWO, ONE, START!"

The room went dead silent, and for a moment, Alice worried that the device had malfunctioned. Winning by default would be almost as bad as giving up.

Then, slowly but surely, the machine pushed its way inside. Alice's eyes threatened to close and she had to struggle not to moan. After a week of enforced chastity, having anything enter her felt absurdly good. At the same time, though, it just made the challenge that much more interesting. In spite of the simple pleasure of penetration, her poker face hardened and she slipped into a kind of meditation, focusing her mind down to an imaginary point and forcibly ignoring everything else.

Distantly, she felt the semi-welcome invader push deeper. It was not, she reflected, terribly wide, though she was tight enough from disuse to make that a moot point. On the other hand, it was quite long. Despite her focus and the machine's gentle progress, she flinched when it bottomed out and hit her cervix after ten or fifteen seconds. The machine, seeming to notice this, came to a sudden stop and backed out slightly, relieving the minor pressure it had caused.

Mentally, Alice grabbed her meandering thought and refocused. The point of meditation, at least for her, was to force the mind to not think anything for a while, so as to quiet her mind and improve her concentration. It was especially useful at the dentist's office, because a focused mind doesn't panic, especially for no good reason. She refocused again. That stray thought, meta though it was, was exactly the kind of distraction she wanted to avoid.

The machine, apparently having finished its depth calibration, took an experimental thrust. Two seconds brought it almost all the way out, and another two slid it back in. It would have felt wonderful, but Alice's mind was elsewhere and only noted it dimly.

A person might have been satisfied with his test, or annoyed at her inattention. The machine didn't care, it just moved on. It thrust again and again, gradually speeding up to about one cycle every second. Even through her willful ignorance, Alice felt the slowly-warming rubber begin to warm her up in turn.

Inside the machine, a counter hit its maximum, sending the control down a new pathway. A few billionths of a second later, a signal went out at nearly the speed of light, running down a wire to a small but powerful motor.

The result was extremely subtle at first. With devilish slowness, the little motor slowly sped up, and it was a full four seconds before the vibration was noticeable, and another five before it registered through Alice's mental shield.

Alice was not surprised. She knew that the machine was quite advanced, so something as simple as a vibrator seemed trivial. Indeed, she was slightly disappointed, as it was a rather pedestrian approach.

Pedestrian, perhaps, but effective. The motor spun faster and slid its weight further out, gradually increasing both speed and intensity. If Alice's motor hadn't already been running, this one would certainly have kick-started it. Already, she could feel her concentration beginning to waver.

A second counter ticked over, and the logic went a third direction. This time, the signal went not to one rotating motor, but instead to thousands of tiny push-pull motors.

Again, it took time to become noticeable, and more to be noticed. Inside Alice's unwillingly-excited passage, the dildo began changing, growing simple bumps all over. The added stimulation cracked Alice's resolve still further.

As if it knew she had noticed, the machine stopped being subtle and started varying its configuration. One thrust it had small bumps, the next spikes, then large bumps, then back to small bumps, but this time with ridges. On and on it went, each time different enough to flood her with new sensations. Alice could feel her focus weakening with each new shape.

The machine's next move wasn't subtle at all. Hidden from Alice's view, one of the small openings above the top dildo opened and a feather came out to tickle her clit. She jumped at the delicious sensation, her mental shield beginning to fail.

The smaller dildo stirred and made Alice jump again as it squirted lubricant on her ass and began to push at it. Having experimented a little herself, Alice pushed down to let it in, only belatedly realizing that a little pain would have been a useful distraction and that the same action made her tighten down on the lower dildo's larger cousin. Tension crept into her poker face, and she had to swallow a moan as both holes were treated to new sensations.

The upper dildo continued its routine as the lower one went through its own paces. It was surely less than a minute before it too was up to speed, vibrating, and even changing form, albeit more gradually. To Alice, though, it felt much longer.

Focus was a thing of the past. Alice felt like she was in a rodeo, trying just to hold on through the waves of sensation and keep herself as far from orgasm as possible. Slowly but surely she was creeping closer, despite all her efforts, and she wondered how much time had passed. Three minutes? Eight? Surely it would have finished its routine before time was up.

The machine couldn't smile, but if it could have, it would have. Another decision point was reached and more signals went out. The feather pulled back from Alice's clit and returned to its home, for it was no longer needed. Alice noticed the change and wondered why, but not for long. The second portal opened and a mechanical tongue slid into contact with her clit.

The long, slow licks of the uncannily realistic tongue felt even better than the feather had, and Alice abruptly reached a plateau. Normally a hated enemy, the natural barrier was a welcome reprieve today, making the machine's divine manipulation of her body easier to resist. Still, behind the plateau, she could feel her arousal continuing to build. She licked her lips without meaning to, then let out a small moan as the tongue pressed harder.

Inside, Alice could feel her body charging up for orgasm. Her pussy began contracting involuntarily with each lick, and her eyes opened in sudden panic. Remembering Lucy's warning about false positives, she forced herself to relax as much as possible to avoid squeezing too hard. If anything, this made it worse, the three sensations teasing her in tandem as she struggled, unable even to release a little tension by clamping down for a moment. It was a battle she had to fight, even though she couldn't control it. The dentist's office came to mind once more as she briefly pictured the hopeless struggle not to swallow.

If the machine could be said to have thoughts, then surely its next one was, "And now, we enter the endgame." The tongue pulled back, only to be replaced by a device from the third portal, the one that had been hidden from Alice's view by the two dildos.

Even if Alice had been able to see it, the third and most diabolical device didn't look like much. It was really nothing more than a mechanical arm holding a miniature drinking cup: a clear, hard plastic piece perhaps an inch tall and half an inch across, connected at the base to a flexible hose also made of clear plastic.

It didn't even feel like much as it settled into place, just a ring around her clit, not even touching it. And then it turned on.

Inside the machine, a small suction pump activated, and the ring abruptly sealed to her flesh as her clit was gently pulled from her body. Alice's clit slowly swelled to half an inch long and nearly met the walls of the cup. And then the suction released, letting it relax slightly. And started again, immediately pulling it back to the previous state. Again and again the cup pulled and released her clit, simultaneously stimulating it but not actually touching it.

The combination was positively maddening, and Alice felt even the plateau beginning to lose its anti-orgasm powers. She was helpless to do anything about it, all the concentration she could muster focused on not bearing down on the two dildos.

The machine switched tactics again, both dildos going perfectly smooth. No, she realized, not perfectly, just very subtle. The two dildos had taken on realistic form, rather than the exaggerated shapes they had used previously. As with the tongue, the result was almost disturbingly accurate.

Alice felt the dildos form the barbs of a feline cock. She'd tried a feline dildo once, but the result hadn't been what she'd hoped, it was just too artificial. Even this machine's undoubtedly accurate version was just not quite right, even backed up by real semen.

Again, the machine seemed to read her mind, discarding the barbs in favor of a slight swelling near where the dildos bottomed out. With each thrust, it grew larger, slipping in and out of her holes with noticeable difficulty. The canine knots, for that was all they could be, felt heavenly, and Alice's orgasm loomed over her.

The thrusts became more shallow as the knots stopped passing easily. They continued to swell, knocking on both her doors until finally, with one great push, they both slipped in and began to expand even further, exquisitely filling her holes.

The dildos stopped thrusting and the clit sucker stopped, holding her clit at its furthest extension. The vibrations, however, only seemed to get stronger. Alice might have wondered if it was an actual change or merely a lessening of distractions, but she was far too busy for such thoughts.

In a way, the unchanging sensation seemed to be exactly what her body wanted. The vibrations even crept up to her swollen clit, making it shake enough to kiss the sides of the cup gently. Try as she might, Alice couldn't resist the coming orgasm, she could only delay it for a few more seconds and hope that was enough.

Her rationality was breaking down. No, she thought, I can't let myself cum. If I orgasm, that wonderful--no, terrible--machine will squirt some sperm right where I need it--I mean, don't want it. I mean, it wouldn't be so bad, but I don't want to get pregnant. I don't want to lose this bet! I'm no loser! Oh, no. Here it comes! No, no, no, no! She shook her head side to side, trying to deny the inevitable for one more second. Maybe that would be enough. Just one more. I can't! No, no!

The machine abruptly stopped vibrating, leaving Alice stuffed to the gills, with a clit that could cut glass, and teetering on the very knife edge of orgasm.

" NO!" One form of denial switched to another as she hung in the balance. She was so close. One more push, maybe even a light breeze, and she'd be over the edge and into orgasm. If she'd been thinking straight, she would have welcomed the added seconds, but at this point she just wanted to cum, needed to cum. They couldn't stop now, not when she was ready to have an earth-shaking orgasm after a full week with none at all!

And then it came back. The vibrations returned, stronger than ever. The suction on her clit pulsed like mad. The dildos thrust minisculely, the only movement they could muster while tied to her so thoroughly. The dildo in her ass rippled, massaging her insides, but the one in her pussy stayed true to its canine form.

Alice welcomed the return of stimulation wholeheartedly. Hang the consequences, this orgasm was worth anything. Assisted now by every stimulation the machine could offer and Alice's own willingness, her orgasm burst through, and it was as though her entire body had been converted into light. It was glorious, the kind of perfect sensation that mortals rarely reach.

As her orgasm began, Alice's pussy and ass clamped down on the two dildos, activating the machine's last trick. Another pump began working, and both dildos began a faithful simulation of a canine orgasm. Each squirt was timed just so, with exactly the right amount of authentic semen (albeit the wrong species). The cocks even swelled and constricted just right to make it seem like muscles were pushing the baby juice along.

The two dildos squirted their payload into Alice, prolonging her orgasm. The sperm in her pussy seemed to glow even brighter than her own body as it swam upwards, seeking her waiting egg. She welcomed them as one more element in a perfect experience. She felt like a cheerleader, jumping up and down, waving pom-poms to encourage the microscopic athletes.

All good things, however, must come to an end. Alice was sad to see her little slice of heaven fading away, but grateful to have visited it at all. Slowly, gently she floated back to earth, the machine still except for the subtle heartbeat of its simulated penises. Slowly, the suction on her clit released and the cup pulled back, but the two dildos remained, held in place by their knots.

Five minutes slowly ticked by, then ten, and the knots slowly diminished. At last, the two dildos slipped out with a soft plop, having gone as soft as their real counterparts would be.

Alice stirred slightly from her reverie at the sound of thunderous applause and cheering. Lazily, she looked over at the appreciative crowd, idly reflecting on the way they had gone from eager fans to library-quiet and finally to cheering celebration. With great effort, she lifted a hand and waved at them, smiling, only dimly realizing that she was no longer restrained.

When the applause at long last began to die down, someone wheeled Alice's table out of the auditorium. She didn't notice, because she'd already fallen asleep.

* * *

Alice woke up on a leather sofa in the library, feeling rested and refreshed. She stretched, idly wondering how she'd ended up here.

"Ah, you're awake." Alice looked over to see Lucy gazing back at her over a book. "We were a little worried, but Dr. Greene assured us that it was just exhaustion. You gave an excellent performance, by the way. Just under nine minutes, and by far the most dramatic transformation we've seen. All the way from stoic indifference to frantic resistance to effectively begging for it."

Alice sat up, not particularly surprised to feel the chastity belt once more in place. She worked her dry mouth for a moment, then said, "That... was awesome. It wasâ€" The contestâ€" ... Awesome. So much fun. And losingâ€"" She shook her head in speechless admiration. "Wow. Just... just wow."

Lucy smiled, setting down the book and passing Alice a glass of water. "Hard to describe, isn't it? I've had a few years, and I still can't quite put words to it. The machine is awesome and terrible. It plays you like an instrument. The pause at the end drives you mad. And there's something about the struggle that makes the whole experience stronger. But that seems such a meager description of it."

Alice took a drink, then replied. "You've used it?"

"Oh, yes. I was the test subject. The very first contestant. Just barely made it. Ten minutes and two seconds. Granted, it wasn't quite as advanced back then, but I've played the game twice more since. After my second win, I learned that my donor was the inventor himself. A lab rat, if you will. Or maybe that was me. Anyway, the third time was part of our honeymoon." Lucy smiled in memory. "I lost that one. I think it was thinking about him that did it. There was something deliciously naughty about the first sex of our marriage leaving him on the sidelines, even though he was involved at every step. And, truth be told, I wasn't as worried about the consequence, since we were already planning for parenthood."

Alice smiled slightly. "I know what you mean. I've never been so happy to lose a bet. It's kinda sad to lose a contest, and the extra money would have been nice, but it was worth it." She looked downwards. "I wasn't planning on being a mom, but I don't think I'll mind."

As Alice idly stroked her belly, Lucy said, "Would you like to meet the potential father?"

Alice perked up. "Can I? I thought I had to wait for him to contact me."

Lucy smiled again. "That's the rule, yes. In your case, though, he's been wanting to see you since you got off the stage. Dr. Greene was threatening to sedate him a bit ago, because he's been bouncing off the walls with impatience. The only reason he hasn't come bursting in yet is that he wasn't sure that you wanted to see him. Shall I ask him to come in?"

Alice paused for a moment before nodding, and watched nervously as Lucy went over to the door, opened it slightly, and held a whispered conversation with the people on the other side. She wondered what he'd look like. Smart, of course, and good genes. Probably healthy. Another Russian Blue, naturally. But was he tall? Short? Handsome? A member of the club, so he was definitely rich, not that that really mattered. What did he dress like? Did he have a good sense of humor? Would she love him? Who was he?

With theatrical flourish, Lucy yanked the door open, revealing her suitor.

The first thought that went through Alice's head was, "I'd never noticed he was a Russian Blue. Or that he looked so good." That was followed quickly by a broad grin and a second thought: "Well, it certainly explains how he found that flier!"

Later on, as they left the club, she would tell Lucy to book the auditorium for the next night.

But for now...

...for now, she was happy just hugging him.

Brian was, after all, her perfect mate. They'd been a great team as gamblers, but she'd bet good money that they'd be even better soulmates.

And for once, Alice's inner gambler stayed quiet. After all, Brian had already made that bet. They just had to prove him right.

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_Author's (other) note: Wow, that was a long one. I spent well over twelve hours writing it, spread out over about two months.

For the curious, it's about 8,000 words long. For those furs who, like Alice, are still in college, that's about a 16-page paper. Not the longest story on here, by far, but that's almost a third of my total yiffy writing, and well over twice as large as my previous record._

Still, I like the way it came out, and it was always intended as a stand-alone story, so I didn't want to break it into chapters. It is, however, the start of a new series of independent stories that I call Orgasm Games. Most of them will probably be shorter than this, but each one is going to address a different aspect of competitions surrounding reaching orgasm or avoiding it. I'll throw in some other kinds of Orgasm Games if and when I think of them.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story!