Absolute Obedience Game Novels & Stories

Deimon halted in his steps upon hearing my pleas and approached me with long, purposeful strides, his brows furrowing in rage. "Do you want to lose this damn game? Because I certainly don't," he yelled, his large figure towering over me. I swallowed, lowering my head in the face of his imposing presence. Although I wasn't enthusiastic about the game, I hesitated to admit it to Deimon, not wanting to further provoke his anger. I knew that if I wanted to complete and survive this game, I needed to obey Deimon’s orders. He was my only way of keeping myself alive. "Good, now get to the damn flag and guard it. I'll come back after dealing with Monica," he ordered in a composed tone, and I nodded

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

Hector warned. The first game we were going to play was track the treasure. There were three groups, and three treasures. If one group was able able to get all three treasures, then the other groups would be automatically evicted. If two of the groups were able to get them, the group without none would be evicted and vice versa. "Are they planning to kill us or something?" Jameson asked as he watched some group of officials, blindfolding the candidates. "Maybe." I chuckled in reply.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

His hands were rough and possessive as he yanked my panties down and freed his already hard cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, gripping my chin firmly. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to you Daddy,” I gasped as he thrust into me hard and deep in one powerful stroke. “Only you. Always.” John fucked me right there on the desk with deep, claiming strokes. The desk shook beneath us as he drove into my pussy again and again. There was nothing gentle about it. This was pure dominance, born from fear and love and the overwhelming need to protect what was his.

“Shall we play a game, Adrian?” Her devilish wink sent shivers down his spine; he looked down at Caleb, who seemed to be fidgeting too; he exchanged knowing looks with him, assuring him of having the situation under control. “The rules are simple: just nod your response, no talking, you talk, he dies! non-negotiable”. Adrian closed his eyes and nodded in affirmation, Diane sat up on the chair and faced him while still on his knees. Adrian could feel his knees hurting, but he didn't care at all; all that mattered to him was getting his family out of the hellhole.

My left feet quickly make contact with the back of his knee, he fell forward, expected. The whole AD agent was gathered around us, watching. And that made me wonder, isn't it their job is to protect us at all cost? Britt and Johan quickly tied Hade's arms before he gets a chance to get up. "H-how?" He asked. "Your code," I start. "it was supposed to be 'rat'," Johan snickers. "The number of letters in name of the animal you chooses has to be the same number of letters in your last name," Finish Minnie, smirking.

“I’ll be your dominant. From now on, you obey me. No questions. No hesitation." Her body stiffened. “You want me to obey you? Like a servant?” I chuckled darkly. “Not a servant, Mia. My submissive. My woman. You’ll do what I say, when I say it.” Her breath hitched, and she pulled back slightly, staring at me. "That's.... too much. I can't do that." I chuckled darkly. "Too much? Those were the rules of the games Mia. You agreed to them when you played."

Tobi said, trying to hug her, but Rainer moved out of reach and said, "I can't really say the same about you, so can you just skip the pleasantries and let's just get on with our game?" "Sure, I'm definitely going to win, I'll start the game. Concentration is the best, I go first and Muna's next. Confusion!" Tobi started. "Compulsion," Muna said. "Addition!" Olive said. "Communication," my Dad said. "Contraction," my Mum laughed. "Relaxation," Mr Rowland said. "Conception!" Oyinda yelled. "Commotion," came Michael. "Starvation," Flint said.

Bryan’s pov The minute my father called for a “game to strengthen bonds,” I knew he was about to humiliate somebody. Probably me. He waved his hand, and the servants brought in a long oak table draped in black velvet. Scrolls. Tokens. Detailed war maps painted on parchment. It looked like a political battlefield—and it was. He called it “Alliance or Ambush.” Rules were simple: Draw a scroll. Read the scenario. Make a move. Each decision earned or lost points.