Chapter 7 - Catching up with Diane

Together, Diane and I left the chalet. Several couples were still working on matching the vagina pictures on the TV to the females in the group.

“Did you know that they had these naked pictures of you?” I asked as soon as we were out of hearing range.

“Hell no”, Diane replied, “But I think I know when those pictures were taken.”

Diane explained what had happened when she had entered the backroom barn at the beginning of round two. The females had been brought in via the backdoor and therefore they had to walk outside in their underwear to get there. Diane had a bathrobe, but several other girls had nothing to cover themselves. The chalet was very remote, but she mentioned that several of the girls had been uneasy about being so exposed. Especially Gemma, as she had no bra on and so had to go outside topless.

Once inside again, Penelope had them wait as a group while she walked into the small corner office. One by one, Penelope had brought the girls into her little office where they were told to completely undress.

“Were you okay with that?”, I asked.

“Undressing?”, Diane replied, “Yes, because it felt like a doctor’s office. I will explain.”

She described the office room as white with a clinical feel, it even had a white doctor’s table to sit on. It was very different from the barn, which had more of an old-timey, wooden decoration.

Once undressed, Penelope had pushed a form in front of her. The form stated some of the same questions that she had to answer before the weekend, she had explained. She had to confirm that she wasn’t pregnant, was using birth control, was here voluntarily, and knew that she could quit at any point and a bunch of other stuff. She had to sign and initial all of it. One of the clauses talked about the rules of the second round. By signing, she allowed all participants in the game to touch her with their hands during the round. It also listed all the body parts that might be touched, in great detail.

“It helped me.” Diane said, “It made the whole process more clinical and less rapey. Although reading about others probing your cervix and perineum was unsettling.”

I could see her reasoning.

After she had signed the form, she was faced with a drug test to make sure that she was not under the influence. Diane described that the office had a small toilet room in the back with a bidet. Penelope had told her to squat down and advised her to hold on to the arm handles on the sides for stability.

“If I look at the picture, that is exactly how it looked when I peed.”, Diane said, “And I was completely naked as I hadn’t received the towel yet.”

“Wow, a spy cam in the toilet.”, I reacted, “Sneaky,

Diane said, “I think we need to remember that they are everywhere. Maybe there was something on a form where I said it was okay. I was naked, and I don’t think I read it very carefully. I was more excited about seeing what would happen next, and that was my main worry.”

“Understand. So what happened next?” I asked.

Diane continued describing her experience of the second round. After receiving a large towel to cover herself, Penelope brought her to her silo. She passed the other girls on her way there as they were waiting for their turn.

Diane explained that the silo contained a large frame with a bar in the middle and had sheets in the back. Penelope had told her to stand against the black sheet and lean over the bar. Once in position, Penelope had cuffed her arms and legs. Her legs had been spread because of how she was cuffed.

“Wow, that sounds uncomfortable.”, I said in surprise, “and you had to stand like that for an hour?”

“Pretty much.” Diane replied, “But that was not the bad part. I could lean over the bar as it was covered with a soft plushy material. So it was somewhat easy to just let yourself hang and rest your arms on the side panels.”

The bad part had been that Penelope hadn’t just cuffed them, but that she also had been double gagged. A ball gag has been pushed into her mouth and attached behind her and another cloth gag has been placed on top of it.

“Penelope asked me to scream.” Diane said, “I tried but no noise was coming out.” That’s how she had been left in that room, in the dark. You could still hear the anxiety she had experienced in her voice.

“Yikes, that sounds bad.”, I replied, “I am sorry, not sure what to say”

“I am okay.”, Diane said calmly, “But you know. It made me excited when I heard noises and I calmed down after the first person touched me. At that point, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. I know it sounds weird, but I was almost happy with the attention I was getting and sort of hated it when it stopped. Not for the sexual experience, but for the comfort part.”

The whole situation made me laugh in disbelief. I wondered if the challenge was designed on purpose that way. Make the female so uncomfortable that they appreciate the attention.

“Did you realize that it was me when I had my finger in your butt?”, I asked inquisitively.

“I had a suspicion. But there was also one that tried to fist my ass. I had to put a stop to that.”, Diane responded. Her face showed that she was reliving the memory.

“I didn’t go that far”, I said. I explained the strategy I had used and how I had figured out it was her because of her landing strip and the cum in her ass.

“I told you that fucking my ass would bring good luck.”, Diane said and she gave me a warm smile.

We walked until we found a strip of grass to relax. It was nice outside and we laid down to enjoy the afternoon sun.

“What other things did they do to you?”, I inquired further.

“Nothing too bad.”, Diane said, “I saw it as a gynecological exam. I think one guy tried to rip out one my of pubic hairs, so that hurt.”

Clever strategy I thought, you could see the color and maybe it would help you figure out which girl it belonged to.

“Several guys put fingers up my cunt.”, Diane continued, “Maybe three or four didn’t. One guy barely touched me. Oh, and one guy tried to rub my clit and fingerbanged me for a while. Not sure who that moron was.”

“Yeah I heard I think Gemma’s boyfriend said how he made several of the girls come”, I said.

“There was nothing erotic about it. At best a medical exam, at worst a sexual assault with some general consent” Diane said resolutely.

She didn’t sound bitter, but I could hear the event hadn’t left her completely untouched.

“How did you feel when you saw the picture on the screen?”, I asked.

“Humiliated, embarrassed, stupid.”, Diane said, “All of those feelings at that exact moment, I never sexted or anything like that. So it was a weird feeling that somebody has those pictures of you.”

“I understand.”, I said. I wrapped my arm around her and we laid down again.

Diane described that she better about it when they started doing the challenge. In a way, it had liberated her that somebody has those pictures as they now have lost their power. She would have the fear anymore that somebody would get them. They were out there and so it was water under the bridge.