The Tourist Trap

It had been months since Quinn had seen Meena, so it was infuriating that they were now in the same flat but still hadn’t actually seen each other face-to-face! At least she was with Will, decidedly better than when she had been trapped alone. She hoped Meena felt the same sense of relief with some company, now locked in the bathroom with Ellen. Things had grown chaotic quickly, but Will still seemed calm: his hands fixed in his pockets, eyes off in the middle-distance, his mind presumably elsewhere. Irritating as it could be, she reasoned that his calm sensibilities may be beneficial at a time like this.

He noticed her watching him, “Are you alright?” he asked timidly, afraid of the answer. He couldn’t help but glance at the uncharacteristic collar she was wearing, fighting the urge to allow his gaze to drop any lower. Strangely the contrast to her usual attire somehow complimented what little she was wearing.

“It made me put it on…” she explained, in response to his unspoken question.

“How?”

“It wouldn’t unlock the doors unless I put it on and… I was hoping to get out in time to warn everyone.” she felt foolish recounting it to him. Making poor decisions in the heat of the moment was precisely why she preferred to always be prepared. “Earlier you said there was something important in that folder you were reading?” she asked, reminded that she had seen him and Ellen reading it earlier.

Will seemed startled to have been asked, Quinn didn’t typically consult him. Nodding slowly, he led her unhurriedly over to the kitchen, and she did her best not to let her impatience get the better of her.

“Look,” he said resting his hands on the white folder still splayed open on the counter. “It’s the house rules.” He pushed it slightly towards her along the counter and she read it with her hand to her mouth:

‘1 – Masturbation is strictly prohibited

2 – Wearing clothes is not permitted unless otherwise instructed

3 – There is a set curfew at 22:00 for the duration of your stay’

Quinn hadn’t let herself think too much about why this was all happening, but now it was clear. This wasn’t about getting a few pictures of girls changing on vacation, this was some sort of sick sex game. They were trapped here as the unwilling participants.

“There’s some other stuff too.” he continued, turning the page to an overview of various sexual positions, as if photocopied from the Kama Sutra. They were so graphic that Will went to turn it over immediately, but Quinn held out a hand to stop him, the sudden skin contact feeling inappropriate. They both pulled away a little too quickly, their eyes dropping to the page. Quinn scanned the diagrams. They all involved a man and a woman, or multiple women, as if each had been chosen specifically for the make-up of their group. Her heartbeat quickened, and she was infuriated to find herself growing wet at the notion, trying her best to control the speed of her breathing so that Will didn’t notice her arousal. Her wedding ring felt heavy on her finger.

Will turned over the next page, then another, finding the item he was looking for: a diagram of the door, with five keys slotting into the centre. It provided instructions of how to access the panel in the door, and outlined how it worked. It seemed they needed to collect all five keys to open it. “The front door’s locked. We’re trapped in here unless we…”

“…play along,” she said with revulsion, goosebumps prickling up her back. “We can’t be trapped in here. We can’t.” She backed away from the counter, darting toward the window and seeing that now the blinds were lifted, behind it was just a pane of lit glass. Not being able to even see the outside world made her begin to hyperventilate, only sending her further into panic. “We have a flight, I mean we have jobs and… we can’t be stuck in here! We’re paying to be here!”

“Quinn, Quinn!” he yelled, his unusual loudness startling her as he grabbed her forearms and held her still. She froze, her eyes lined with the beginning of tears, “It’s gonna be okay. We can figure this out.”

She nodded unconvincingly, uncomfortable with him being so close given how little she was wearing, and with his warm skin on hers it felt too intimate. She went quiet, steadying her breathing and bowing her head to evade his eyes. Soon the frenzy began to fade and she felt her head grow heavy, allowing her forehead to rest lightly on his shoulder, her ponytail drooping forward onto his neck, basking in his calming aura.

* * *

“Are you coming out or am I coming in?” Ellen asked, stood in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, where Meena was naked and speechless. Breath kept catching in her throat as if she was about to say something, but it never came. It was strangely endearing, and Ellen found herself enchanted by Meena’s natural beauty. Having only known Meena a short time, an attraction had grown quickly, the kind that built up a great yearning to see her naked, fed by the occasional short skirt or slight hint of midriff on a night out. Now Ellen got the benefit of the entire package, full soft hips and impressively firm round tits, her skin a smooth creamy coffee colour, inviting her to caress it.

The tense silence was broken as Ellen’s eye was drawn to a drawer sliding open in the bathroom behind Meena, lined with white LED lights. She pushed into the room, barging past her friend, curious to see what was inside and not disappointed by the contents.

“Wha- this was different a moment ago.” Meena mumbled, looking down to see that the drawer contained the same white key locked under a glass hood in the centre, but now two collars provided either side of it, her white one and a red one.

“A collar for each of us… how kind.” said Ellen. Meena didn’t like the way that sounded aloud. Frightened as she was, she was perhaps more perplexed by Ellen’s apparent excitement, reaching in to inspect the contents one at a time, “We need this key.” she explained, drawing on what she had learned in the guide book, “There’s five of them. We need them to open the front door.”

“We’re locked in?!” Meena cried, eyes wide in alarm. Ellen nodded, disinterested in recounting the whole tale. She returned her attention to the drawer and lifted out the red collar, admiring the quality of the soft leather. It was much nicer than any she had owned herself. Bringing the item to her throat, she swiftly placed it into position and clasped it on.

“What are you doing!?” Meena exclaimed, snatching Ellen’s hand away a moment too late. The collar was loose, resting mostly on Ellen’s pronounced collarbones.

“Come on, this could be fun!”

“What are you talking about? This isn’t a game, it’s a fucking trap. We have to find a way out!” Meena cried, stepping back as if her companion’s surrender might be contagious. She tried the door Ellen had come in from and found it had swung closed and locked while they were distracted.

“Yeah? You want to resist? How’s that going for you?” Ellen quipped, allowing her eyes to roam the length of her friend’s nude body to illustrate her point, “Look, I read the rule book outside. It’s some kind of sex game. I mean yeah, it’s fucking crazy, but it doesn’t seem dangerous.” As she continued, she could tell her schpiel wasn’t having the intended effect on Meena, only growing more agitated at the new information. “Will is gonna have to play too you know.” she added, looking away to allow Meena to make the connections on her own.

“He can’t see me like… this.” Meena mumbled, meeting Ellen’s eye in the sink mirror. She had waited so many years for him to make a move that she had imagined it countless times. In her mind, he suddenly realised her beauty at a bar on a group night out and offered to walk her home. Her naked body was an unveiling, and his mouth was all over her, his touch sensual and hungry. She ached for that moment, convinced it would materialise whenever they were alone together. Like earlier last year standing drunkenly in the smoking area of a nightclub, or three months ago as they cleared up together after a house party. Meena gave him her best doe eyes, wore her best ensembles for him, and yet he always kept a distance. His eyes always trailed off towards some other girl, someone more loud and obvious. If Quinn was around he never seemed to take his eyes off her. His lack of action only fortified her imagination, always telling herself it would come next time.

“What are you worried about? You look amazing.” Ellen stated, “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? You’ve tried it your way already.” she added, lifting out the white collar and offering it limply to Meena. On the plane ride over, Meena had shared countless stories pathetically pining for Will over the years. It had seemed tragic to her at the time, but now that Ellen had met him she at least agreed that he was worthy of the adoration. Physically anyway; she had found him dull otherwise. She hoped he had a good sized dick, she was well overdue a good hard fucking.

Meena eyed the collar suspiciously, looking from her friend to the leather item. Even though it fit Ellen quite loosely, it was kind of hot seeing her friend with the red band around her throat, especially as it coordinated so perfectly with the red nails on her hands and feet. Evidently they weren’t getting out of this room unless she complied, and she was already sick of being stuck in here so long. “Fuck it.” she declared, snatching the collar and clumsily putting it on as Ellen watched on encouragingly. Meena only now noticed the white collar matched her own nails too.

“Well,” Ellen uttered with a sigh, “Travelling is all about new experiences!” admiring themselves in the mirror side-by-side. Before Meena could shoot her a menacing glare, she recoiled as the strap around their necks quickly tightened to fit snugly. Ellen’s grin only widened at the revelation.

With a click, the glass lid over the key unlocked, prompting Ellen to reach into the drawer and open it. She took out the key to admire it. The craftsmanship was quite beautiful, with intricate swirls etched into the painted white metal all along the body. It was an impressive prop, and for just a moment Meena felt like they were in an elaborate escape room game, rather than a depraved sex trap. Perfectly on cue, the drawer slid shut with a tinny whirring, the LED border of lights blinking off. Seconds later, the drawer beneath it lit up and began mechanically opening. This one was empty, the wood inside it itched with a large symbol in the shape of a t-shirt and skirt, the number two in block text next to it.

Meena stared down at it puzzled, but Ellen seemed to instinctively know what it meant, reaching back to unzip her dress, then letting it slip off her slender shoulders into a heap on the ground. Ellen wasn’t wearing a bra, the hills of her chest firmly and lightly jiggling as she moved. Meena stared at her incredulously, watching in awe as her stunning friend shimmied off her panties until they were both naked. She was flawless, so skinny that the outline of her ribs lined the sides of her enviably flat stomach. She was bare except for a trim line of pubic hair between her legs, the colour matching her head of springy chestnut curls.

* * *

Will and Quinn’s calm embrace was interrupted suddenly by a mechanical whirring coming from the other side of the kitchen island. They pulled suddenly apart, the disturbance making their intimate moment feel illicit. Quinn met his eye nervously, then went over to find the source of the noise. The bottom drawer was sliding out of the kitchen island on the side facing the living room. LEDs around the opening draped light across the nearby furniture, and Will and Quinn moved over to examine it, the glow illuminating their faces.

It was a large drawer, the kind designed for pots and pans, but the inside was empty except for an icon printed on the flat panel of wood. Quinn stared down at the black outline of a t-shirt and skirt, with the number two beside it.

She peered over to where the white folder still lay open on the counter and murmured, “Rule two…” to herself. She had anticipated a moment like this since reading that they were forbidden to wear clothes. Looking over at Will, she knew it hadn’t quite twigged for him yet. She wondered how it would force them to do it, curiosity and suspense hot in her chest, a thrill in the air. Her throat began to feel tight, and for a moment she thought maybe it was panic until she realised it was the collar. A mechanism in the collar was retracting the leather through the clasp, tightening it like before, but this time with considerable force, leaving her gagging and spluttering. She flailed, steadying herself on the counter and falling haphazardly onto one knee as she clawed against the leather. The touchscreens chirped all around the room, a message flashing up to ensure that Will could follow along too:

“Please comply with rule two”

Despite the alarm on his face, Will’s movements were still slow, considered. He read the message, but didn’t appear to have processed what it meant, “Quinn, what’s going on?” After her initial panic subsided, she sprung into action, tugging her panties off amid her struggle to breathe, then fumbling behind her back for the clasp of her bra. Will froze as he saw what she was doing. Coming slowly to her aid, he went behind her and carefully worked each of the connectors free from her bra. She shimmied if off, the collar finally relenting as she stood bare.

Taking a deep swig of air, she groaned with relief, standing up and using Will’s shoulder for leverage. She was still too relieved to be uncomfortable that her lingerie was in a pool on the floor around her feet.

Just as she began to regain her composure, the collar choked her again. Her hands grappled for her throat, Will reacting more severely this time, “What now?! Quinn?” he spluttered. Without enough air to give him instructions he looked helpless. He was so used to relying on her and she felt all the sadder for not being able to support him. She tugged weakly at his shirt, preoccupied with her fight for air, still able to suck a little oxygen despite the increasingly tight grip. Will connected the dots and began reacting with speed. He kicked off his shoes, yanked his clothes over his head, flicking off his bracelets, and hopping on one foot as he removed his jeans. It was a flurry of movement, perhaps the quickest Quinn had ever seen him move. He tossed his shoes and clothes towards the drawer, bumping her as he snatched up his socks and her underwear to throw in too, ignoring the aroma of her wetness as he went. In seconds it was done, and the drawer closed silently on its rails as Will attended to her, pressing his hands to the sides of her hips as the collar loosened. She coughed and gasped, steadying herself on his arms and letting the shakiness settle.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” he was breathless, nearly as desperate for air as she was after his speedy performance. The knowledge that the collar could choke her at any time weighed heavily on them both.

The bathroom door flinging open caught both of them off guard. They stepped swiftly apart as Ellen and Meena emerged, both collared and completely naked. Will’s mouth dropped agape, and Meena froze in place. The veil of self-assuredness she had tried to feign vanished in an instance. It was as if her limbs were trying to cover her modesty of their own accord. The attempt at confidence looked forced and uncomfortable on her, especially aside Ellen, who stood tall with her shoulders back, presenting herself proudly to an audience.

“What happened in there?” Quinn asked, her voice squeaky in disbelief.

“Same thing that happened to you I presume,” Ellen replied flatly, nodding towards her dismissively, “Though we got a key out of it.” She threw it over to Will with a nod. He caught it, examining it for a moment before offering it for Quinn to look at, but she had already left him, padding over to Meena with open arms.

“Hey? Are you okay?” said Quinn with heartfelt concern, approaching her to embrace her but then thinking better of it. Even though they had lived together, they had never been the type to see one another undressed – they didn’t have that sort of friendship. It felt weird now to be so close wearing so little.

Will watched on in slack-jawed amazement, his eyes feasting on the three gorgeous women huddled together. Now they were in such close proximity, their similarities and differences were more apparent, and his cock solidified as he studied them. Quinn was dazzling as ever, perfectly poised, with her bobbing ponytail, pronounced collarbones and the glint of her jewelry. She was the most athletic of them, with a bounce to her bum and the outline of muscles slightly visible along her abdomen. She had not a hair out of place, with considered and soft movements, her hands delicately splayed out by her sides as if she may float off at any moment. Ellen’s confident rawness intrigued him, her movements brash and excited. She was a bit taller than Quinn, slimmer too, with long slender legs, a tiny waist and modest breasts.

What neither girl had was the curvy appeal of Meena. She was short, with full breasts and a drool worthy thickness to her bum. Her coffee skin and brunette features were a potent combination, creating a dark smokiness about her that suited her characteristically furious temper. Seeing her for the first time with her hair down and untamed, with no makeup to hide behind, he was struck by just how pretty she was, but her look was soured as Quinn approached her excitedly.

“I’m fine, Quinn – what the hell have you gotten us into?” Meena barked, anger coming over her suddenly, she could feel too many eyes on her bare body, her bare face. Quinn’s surprised expression only annoyed her further, “We told you we should just get a hostel, but no, you had to go deal-digging as usual! Did you forget to filter out sex prisons from your search?!’

Ellen backed away, moving over to the monolithic front door to examine it. Will’s cock twitched at the sight of her supple behind, finding it difficult to tear his eyes from it.

“What!?” said Quinn, eyes wide and stance defensive to mirror Meena’s, “You really think I did this on purpose? Don’t lash out at me because you’re upset, all I did was book an apartment.”

Will’s eyes darted from the girls arguing to Ellen, her delectable naked body drawing him in. He felt the sudden urge to draw her in silhouette, turning to where he had left his sketchbook on the couch and seeing it had vanished. He wasn’t surprised, but it saddened him to know he was without that comfort. It was a bigger loss than his clothes. He hoped he would get it back eventually.

“Well I don’t know what you’ve done, but you have royally fucked us all here. We’re trapped!” Meena went on.

“Well I’m not exactly thrilled about that either!”

“Well you seemed just fine out here playing house with Will, while I was half-frozen and alone in a glass cell!” she yelled, suddenly realising the weight of her own jealousy. Quickly snapping her gaze away and turning her back on Quinn, she managed to hide the wobbling of her chin and the reddening of her face. Quinn gave up and backed away. She knew how to deal with these type of tantrums, but the look on her face told Will that she had forgotten what the experience felt like.

As the girls went quiet, his attention was drawn back to Ellen. The indents in her back invited his touch, even from all the way across the room he felt he could reach out and caress her smooth milk skin. She didn’t notice him ogling her, too focused on the door: studying the wood and running her dainty fingers along the grain. Finally she found purchase on a section of the wood, the plank running horizontally through the middle of the door clacking open on hinges. Behind it were five equally spaced keyholes along the newly revealed panel.

“Right,” Ellen said, turning to them, “One down, four to go.” she beckoned Will over with a motion of her fingers, and he meandered over obediently with the key.

Quinn stared at them, feeling like she should interject. To stop them from just shoving a key in place to see what happened, but she felt unsure of herself. So far nothing she had tried had worked. They had all been robbed of their clothes despite her trying to fight it, and there was even a piercing truth to Meena’s accusations: it was her that had got them all in this mess to begin with. Perhaps she had done enough. She watched intently as Ellen snatched the key, fed it into the socket until it met resistance, then turned it clockwise. There was a loud shunt, the lights in the room dimming slightly, accompanied by the faint sound of hissing from the ceiling. As it grew louder, the noise was more familiar: air funnelled through vents.

The touchscreens displayed a thermometer, half filled to indicate the current regular room temperature. As their attention was drawn to it, the scale dropped one line and the chill in the air accompanied it, the brightness of the room dropping in tandem. The four of them exchanged confused glances, until a loud mechanical whirring drew their attention.

This time, the top drawer of the kitchen island slid slowly open, the outline lined with a soft white glow as the others had been. Its gradual opening motion coaxed Quinn over to it as the rest of them followed. Meena deliberately trailed behind. As she neared, she saw the drawer was mostly empty, a white rectangular console in the centre with a set of small tiles on either side. The console was about the shape of a large book turned landscape. It was made of white matte plastic and looked a little like a child’s toy: four shallow square slots along the top, and four circular ones along the bottom.

Quinn felt a shiver rush up her taut spine as the temperature dropped again with a beep, one unit colder and darker. It was a growing threat, an icy cold without any clothes to shield them. The darkness seemed especially menacing now that she knew the windows were fake, their brightness fading with the ceiling lights.

“What is this?” Will muttered as he stared into the drawer. To the left of the console were four white square tiles, to the right were a small pile of circular ones, clearly they fit into the slots. He reached in and lifted out one of the four square tiles laid out neatly. Each of them had a cartoonish illustration on them and a coloured outline, and he had felt drawn to this one with the green border. He recognised himself. The avatar had a narrow face topped with a jet black tuft, groomed facial hair lining a pronounced jaw, and brown eyes staring out. They had captured him perfectly with realistic features and he admired the craftsmanship. Looking from his tile to the other three, he saw each had a coloured border and an illustration of one of the girls.

Ellen snapped up her red-outlined likeness with a delighted eagerness. Her face lit up at the sight of her electric greyish blue eyes staring back at her, shrouded in a mane of springy curls.

“It’s us!” she murmured, fixated on the charming little illustration. She wanted to keep it, to pin it to her backpack like a badge. The red outline of the tile she was holding matched her collar, and she knew that was no accident. The slots on the console had coloured outlines too, a red square slot above a red circular slot. Clearly the red-bordered square tile she was holding belonged in the red-outlined square slot, but rather than test the theory with her own tile, Ellen picked up Quinn’s black-lined tile, with its unmistakable small sharp nose, blond ponytail and thin eyebrows, swiftly slotting it onto the console with a clack. She smirked as the console gave a satisfied beep.

“Wh- why did you do that? Why my one?!” Quinn squealed, appalled to see herself volunteered. Quinn nudged past Will, fumbling her fingers around the slot to try and pry her tile out of its socket but it was no use. It was locked in place, sliding slightly but not removable, magnetically held.

“Well, I wasn’t going to test it with my own tile was I?!” Ellen said, her devilish grin affixed and enjoying the reaction. Meena made no attempt to suppress her sniggering. Despite her frustration, Quinn had noticed the lights had brightened slightly when the tile was placed, the thermometer icon on the touchscreens ticked back up, and she could feel the chill in the air had dissipated slightly.

Meena surveyed the larger assortment of circular tiles to the right of the console. Each was adorned with a black silhouetted icon. They didn’t have a coloured border, and the objects they depicted were seemingly random. One was a drawing of a rope, another of an eye, a stiletto heel, a pile of pills… There was a set of about twenty tiles that had no apparent purpose. When Meena saw the tile for a dildo, she suddenly realised what they represented.

“They’re like… sexual preferences.” said Quinn from over Meena’s shoulder. She hadn’t noticed her watching, but now Ellen and Will’s attention had been piqued too, still clutching the tiles with their cartoon avatars. A breathy silence hung in the air as they scanned the various fetishes depicted, some requiring a little deciphering. Quinn presumed the woman with a whip in her hand was a dominatrix. The eye icon perhaps conveyed a voyeurism fetish.

Another drop of the lights was accompanied by a gust of cold air, and Meena was reminded of the burning cold of the shower only a while earlier. Her teeth chattered and her mind screamed at her to do something to avoid yet another icy sting on her painfully hardening nipples. She snapped up her square tile and placed the assimilation of her face in the white outlined slot, acknowledged by a chime. It prompted Ellen and Will to action too, both slotting theirs in place. The thermometer scale on the touchscreens filled up one unit, then another, and another – rewarded once for each of the tiles they had placed correctly. Meena felt a comfort returning to the air steadily as some of the brightness was restored.

With the top half of the puzzle now solved, there was an empty circular slot under each of the four square-tiles depicting their faces. Ellen stared at the red-outlined circular slot under her likeness, asking “What does it want? Like for us to pick our own destiny?” She snatched up the handcuffs tile and turned it in her hand. It was smooth plastic like a domino, blank on the back. Relishing another opportunity to be wicked, she placed it in the black-outlined slot under Quinn’s avatar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Quinn shrieked, smacking away Ellen’s wrist. A different bleep came from the console this time, like a computer error sound, and Quinn was relieved to find she could remove the tile.

Will was almost disappointed. The prospect that Quinn might be restrained was enough to make his dick solidify at full attention. Quinn covered the slot with her spare hand to prevent a repeat occurrence.

“See now we know,” said Ellen in mock conciliation, “It’s not about picking one at random, there’s a game to it.” In an act of good faith, Ellen placed the circular dominatrix tile in the red slot beneath her likeness. The regular chime sounded this time, more heat and light returning to the room.

Meena now understood. As little as she knew about Ellen, they had talked enough about her tendency to take control in the bedroom. She got off on it, the same way she got off on making social situations intentionally uncomfortable. She loved a power trip, and somehow the fiendish makers of this apartment knew that about her. In order to wordlessly demonstrate how she had solved it, Meena perused the tiles and picked the one that appealed most to her sexual proclivities. She slotted the circular tile with three swimming sperm in the white-outlined slot under her square tile. She was glad to have it over and done with, the warmth rewarding her as she deliberately evaded the look of cheerful surprise on Ellen’s face. She pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose and stood back with arms crossed.

The sight of the sperm tile sent a bolt of panic through Will, his balls tightening. Quinn did her best to hide her surprise, wanting to avoid attracting any reaction from Meena, who had a habit of masking her shame with unfounded anger. Quinn had experienced enough of that already. They all now understood the task, but Will and Quinn were left paralysed by the notion that not only did the apartment know their darkest secrets, it required them to share it.

After a while of inaction, the temperature dropped once and then again, the silence beginning to make Quinn uncomfortable. She could sense Meena’s impatience, and reminded herself that nothing she had done to fight the apartment’s demands had proved successful so far. So she cast her eyes over the remaining tiles, the obscene illustrations stirring an arousal in her belly. Trying to ignore the smell of her wettening sex, she found herself beginning to shiver, her fingers growing numb as she grabbed the stiletto heel tile. She always felt her sexiest in heels, but when she placed the tile it was rejected with another stubborn error sound. She removed it, wrinkling her nose, dismayed that she wouldn’t be able to get away with such a tame selection. Next she tried the icon of a nurse uniform, as she had always liked the idea of role playing, but that was wrong too. It was almost a little embarrassing. Quinn was in her twenties, married and seemed to have no idea what she was into! She could feel them all staring at her, a mounting pressure on her to pick the right one.

In truth, she hadn’t ever really tried most of these activities. Her husband rarely wanted to experiment, and she hadn’t been with many guys before him, so all she had were her fantasies. Most of which were depicted before her, but represented little more than ideas she wanted to try in some indeterminate future. The only thing worse than her having no idea which tile to pick, was the sudden realisation that in fact there could be only one right choice. There was no questioning which of the icons sparked the darkest flame in her, entertained but disregarded in her fantasies for years. She had never told a soul, but knew that her internet searches and the online stories she revisited could surely be attributed to her, if someone technically-minded had the inclination. The thought sickened her, but still fuelled the fire between her legs as she slowly slotted in her tile of choice, a lewd drawing of a girl bent over with a cock impaling her anus. There was a small gasp from behind her, but Quinn was unsure who from, and couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with anyone, so stepped off to the side.

Will barely registered the rise in temperature or the attention of the girls moving to him as the last to go. The thought of Quinn and anal sex were fixed in his mind, it felt like a corruption of her purity just to picture it: so out of keeping with her usual ladylike manner. Quinn grew quickly impatient; not only at his lack of action but for the drawn out scrutiny of her own revelation. Desperate to move on, she seized the tile for feet and placed it in the remaining slot for him. His eyes bulged in surprise, words caught in his throat.

She shrugged at him, declaring, “You’ve slept with a lot of my friend’s Will… girls talk.” She couldn’t even remember which girl had first told her, confirmed by others too, but she remembered her shock. It had a peculiar effect on her. Whenever he was over, she felt self-conscious about walking around barefoot. She started to notice him staring, a peculiar thrill washing over her when he did. She soon found herself walking around barefoot more often when he was around. On one occasion when both Quinn and Meena were padding around in pajamas, she noticed him giving Meena’s toes more attention: snatched glances that he thought went unnoticed. She felt sheepish when her husband mentioned a while later that she had started to get pedicures more frequently. She hadn’t even realised what she was doing back then, but now she had to fight from imagining her toes in his mouth. Thankfully her nipples were already hard from the cold.

“You lot are just full of surprises!” said Ellen cheerily, her curls dancing with her animated excitement. With all the slots on the console filled, the drawer slid mechanically closed. A new display flashed up on the touchscreens, their four avatars displayed, each beside an icon depicting their chosen fetish. At the bottom was some text:

‘0 of 2 Selected’

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…” Meena growled, raising her arms and raking her fingers through her hair. The dark silky strands splayed into thin curtains that quickly fell neatly straight. The lights dropped again by a shade, and the whooshing of air vents grew louder, making it clear that the threat of the cold was still present. Even before Quinn had seen what had happened, she knew how this would play out. Ellen lurched towards the nearest touch screen set in the wall beside the mouth of the hallway, and jabbed her fingers to make the selection quickly.

There was nothing she could do about it, and Quinn found a weariness creeping into temples at yet another unwinnable battle. The pang of hunger tugged at her, it had been hours since she had last eaten, and yet a deeper and more profound hunger consumed her. Lightheaded, she reached out to steady herself on the rigid back of the couch, letting it take some of her weight as she walked around and then sat on the other side of the sofa. Perhaps this really was the best way, if they played along they might be allowed out of here, but at what cost?

“For fuck sake, Ellen!” cried Meena, disappointed in herself for not having expected her friend’s outlandishness, “What the fuck are you doing?” She was relieved to see she hadn’t been selected, surprised to see that Ellen had selected herself and Will. Ellen stepped back proudly, arms swinging at her side as if she had just taken one for the team.

“Hey, you should thank me! This is by far the best option.” said Ellen matter-of-factly.

Quinn chuckled under her breath. However maddening this all was, what was even more obscene is that Ellen was right: any alternative would have involved Will’s sperm or Quinn publicly losing her anal virginity. Overcome with helplessness, the sick humour of their predicament seemed the only glimmer of positivity, and so Quinn let the laughter overcome her, a quiet exhausted sound that made her feel only slightly better. As it passed, she slumped back on the seat, bringing her hand up to massage the bridge of her nose.

For the first time, the TV in the living room area blinked on, the touch screens returning to the thermometer display. The television displayed Ellen and Will’s avatars side-by-side as if it was a two-player video game. Under each of their avatars was a video, one was of a girl’s naked bum being spanked on repeat by another girl, their faces out of shot. The other video was a man sucking on a woman’s toes. Both clips played on repeat over and over, drawing all of them around the screen in fascination.

“Right, well it seems like we each need a volunteer.” Ellen remarked, gesturing over to the other two girls, Meena standing just behind where Quinn was sitting, “I guess the fairest way is for you two to pick who goes to who.”

“How diplomatic of you.” Quinn snarled, rising to her feet and approaching Ellen with malice. Even though Ellen was a little taller, she seemed intimidated, her playful grin fading. “You’ve picked on me twice already, so let’s just get it over with.” Quinn said, surprised at her own forwardness. Afraid as she was, it felt good to have taken a little control. For a moment, it was a victory, before Ellen’s elation returned.

“On your knees then.” she spoke flatly, nodding down to the floor. Quinn drew a deep breath, summoning strength from the air and reluctantly lowering onto one knee, then the other. Her movements were slow and graceful, until Ellen shoved her down clumsily onto all-fours. Taking a cheek of Quinn’s peachy bum in one hand, she squeezed it between splayed fingers, clawing into the soft flesh and then rubbing it. Quick as a flash, she drew her hand back and brought it cracking down with a smack. Quinn gave a small yelp, shocked not only by how sudden the motion had been, but how much it had stung, her skin tingling long after the impact.

There was a chirp, the temperature scale jumping up one unit with the lights. The spanking video on-screen now had five hand icons beneath it, one of them turning red whilst the ones after it remained white. As Ellen spanked her a second time, another of the icons turned red.

Will took a few steps backwards, sitting timidly on the couch as if unsure he would be able to watch. Meena observed him closely, noticing how he winced when Quinn was hurt. His thick cock bobbed between his hairy thighs, her tongue meeting her lips at the sight of the pre-cum dribbling from the tip. She ached for him, now more than ever she was desperate to have him take her. If he could just look at her the way he stared at Quinn, she would be satisfied. Just a lingering glance so that she knew she wasn’t invisible.

Having been at so many house parties together, dragged to countless cocktail bars with Quinn’s pompous entourage, how was it that he had bedded so many of Quinn’s friends, and ended so many nights being trailed off by some art-obsessed tattooed temptress while Meena was left alone and unwanted? She had thought she had seen a flame of interest in him earlier as she emerged naked for the first time, and she was surprised by his lingering glance, scanning her body admiringly but pausing longest on her face. The only time she had ever allowed him to see her without a face full of makeup and he seemed taken by it. All the work she had put in to win him over, and at her plainest he had come closest to noticing her. She clung to that peculiar victory.

Bringing her hand down a third time, it was clear Ellen was not holding back, the beginnings of a red hot handprint forming in the spot Ellen had been sure to hit repeatedly. Quinn fought not to cry out, pursing her lips shut as the initial pain fizzled into a light burning sensation. She wished that Ellen would at least move her attention to her other cheek.

Ellen paused, “You doing okay princess?” bringing her arm back and then striking again hard, Quinn’s ponytail bouncing wildly as she flinched, her tits swaying hypnotically back and forth, the nipples hard from the growing cold. Liquid formed at the edges of her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. “Aren’t you going to say thank you? I thought you were the polite one around here?” she goaded, again squeezing Quinn’s plump little rear, being sure to press right into where her skin was tender.

Gasping from the pain, Quinn didn’t dare attempt to say anything lest she give away her weakness. Worse than the humiliation was the throbbing between her legs as she found herself sickeningly aroused by her submission to this cruel stranger.

“Helllloooo?” Ellen teased again. She seemed intent to get a reaction before continuing her onslaught. Her hand slid swiftly down from Quinn’s behind to grope between her legs, suspecting she would find it wet from the smell of arousal in the air. Quinn gasped as fingers met the shameful wetness of her entrance, Ellen rubbing into her little nub and sending much-needed relief through her body. Quinn shrieked, lifting a hand to try and stop the fondling but outmaneuvered by Ellen, who grabbed her ponytail with her spare hand, pulling it roughly as she pressed an elbow into Quinn’s back. It sent her face-first into the wood floor with a soft thud. Clambering to push back up, Quinn had no control as she felt slick fingers invade her tight little hole, slithering between her pussy lips and down the slick cave, an animalistic grunt escaping her.

“Now, let’s try that again. What do you say when I give you the good hard spanking you deserve?” Ellen asked commandingly, her smile audible as she lazily rubbed at Quinn’s g-spot in steady up and down motions.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Quinn yelled, her voice breathy and desperate. Satisfied, Ellen released her ponytail and let her return properly to all fours, but kept fingering teasingly with her left hand, using her right to admonish her pet with yet another hard smack, this time on the other cheek. “Thank you!” Quinn mumbled obediently, dizzy from the pain and ridicule and lust of the orgasm beginning to brew.

“Now that’s a good girl!” she praised, spanking her once and then again, each time met with gratitude as Will and Meena stared on gobsmacked. The temperature had risen with each spanking, leaving the room only slightly cold, yet the two of them were warm with mounting arousal.

“Look how fucking wet you are for me! You’re gonna cum if I keep on like this, aren’t you?” Ellen was playing it up now, her voice gravely with exaggerated eroticism.

Quinn whined, lost in a spell of pleasure, utterly ashamed at how much she wanted to be rewarded.

“It’s all just an act isn’t it? All this haughty righteous shit. You’re just a common slut, aren’t you Quinn?” her tone was cruel, but her touch was soft, exacting an incredible pressure on just the right spot over and over. “Say it, tell me what you are.”

“P-please,” was all Quinn could manage, her hips undulating to match Ellen’s thrusts, her whole body alive with mounting pleasure as she edged closer and closer to ecstasy. Arousal had been trapped in her for hours, fed by her forced nudity, the choking of the collar, the closeness with Will, the revelation of his thick girthy cock, and the lure of numerous fetishes for experimentation. Being so entirely out of control was only fuelling the fire in her, and by now she could hardly hold back. She was desperate to cum.

One hard smack followed quickly by another, “Say it!” Ellen commanded, yanking the ponytail again painfully, slowing the movement of her fingers to a slow crawl. “Tell me you’re a slut, or I won’t let you cum.”

Only confused and garbled sounds came from Quinn’s lips. Her pussy was screaming for release. She was coiled like a spring, and all that was between her and nirvana was speaking a stupid lie. Why wouldn’t Ellen just give her what she so desperately wanted? It was so cruel, the white hot ball of impending pleasure was just out of reach. Her bum was stinging, and her scalp was on fire from repeated tugging, but she managed to hold her resolve until she felt the strap around her throat begin to tighten. The motors of the collar squeezed around her neck, joining the chorus of her torment.

“I-I’m, I’m a slut. Please.” Quinn managed, sputtering as she forced the words out, her airways restored, the delectable caress of Ellen’s fingers returning quickly to work. She groaned gratefully, she was going to cum, she could feel it mounting in her belly, the muscles in her lean body tautened until her back arched, pressing her red raw little ass upwards to give Ellen better access to her ripe wet pussy. A powerful storm crashed through her as Ellen brought her to brilliant technicolour orgasm. “I’m a slut, I’m a slut!” she cried out, desperate for it not to stop as her pussy clenched around the deft intruders, coating Ellen’s fingers as she squirted once, then again as a second orgasm washed over her. She screamed, ecstasy ripping through her as Ellen yanked her fingers free leaving Quinn achingly empty. She gave her a final hard, wet spank with a sticky palm, the television chiming as it considered Ellen’s task complete. Quinn collapsed, her arm failing as she rolled onto her side and then her back, peering up at the screen to see the spanking video disappear. Ellen’s red avatar faded until only Will’s remained, the toe sucking clip still on a loop. Seeing it nearly turned her on all over again.

“Your turn,” Ellen sighed, looking over to Will who was frozen in astonishment. Over a decade of friendship and it was like he was seeing Quinn for the first time. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen and he could hardly believe it was real. Her impenetrable purity was gone. His mind reeled as he stared off into space, his eyes slowly meeting Ellen’s expectant expression and registering what he had to do.

He turned to Meena wordlessly. It caught her off guard, to be seen again, his eyes locked on hers, a clear admiration and hunger. For a moment she thought he wanted her, until she realised he just needed someone’s toes to suck so he could fulfill his assigned task. The jealousy still clutched at her from watching him drink in Quinn’s performance, and Meena knew that the hunger in his eyes wasn’t for her. Even though her body ached for him – and felt the looming cold approaching again – she couldn’t help from scowling.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” she told them plainly, the anger and sadness balancing one another out, leaving her blank.

“Don’t be a dick Meena, we agreed.” said Ellen

“No we didn’t, you decided for all of us,” Meena spat defensively, “Not all of us are your little pets to order around.” she huffed and moved aimlessly towards the kitchen to put distance between them. Watching Quinn squirm under Ellen’s thumb, it had been easy to forget that she too was being controlled. She could feel she was being watched, eyeing everything around her suspiciously in search of a camera lens. She locked her sights on the touchscreen above the kitchen counter. There was no discernible lens, but Meena presumed correctly that it was concealed behind the screen. The producers deliberately cut to Meena’s smokey glare: the audience relished that sort of thing. Nothing fuelled the comment section like the raw reaction from the women forced to choose who would concede their dignity or face the collective consequences.

Will was at a loss, his eyes darting from Ellen, to Quinn, who still cooed quietly as she fumbled to her feet. Wobbily and lightheaded, she gladly accepted Will’s help as he came to her aid, gripping each other by the forearm so he could hoist her up until she found her balance. The air was biting now, the sticky heat on her skin dissipating fast, her nipples almost painfully pointed.

“Are you alright?” he asked in hushed tones, a mixture of concern and awe in his dark eyes. She nodded reassuringly, but felt a cloying shame burning in her belly. She winced in pain as she sat on the couch, the pressure on her bum renewing the painful sting. Quinn sat in the furthest possible spot from Ellen, the two of them sat on either end of the L-shaped sofa.

Standing in front of the couch looking unsure of himself, Will could feel the temperature plummeting but didn’t know what to do. The vacant stares of both Quinn and Ellen offered him little, Meena’s back to him from across the room. The novelty of their nudity still hadn’t passed, but now that he was in the spotlight, his nakedness felt more acute. Ellen’s eyes toured his body, she was so horny she could barely function, her fingers rubbing idly at her clit in small motions, desperate for attention. For contact. Her jaw clenched as the collar gripped suddenly around her throat. It was only for a second, but the swift admonishment was effective, reminding her of the rule against masturbation. She fought to keep herself from choking, taming her breath slowly. Knowing it could choke her like that only fortified her arousal, centering her gaze on Will’s thick cock, so rigid by now that it swayed only slightly as he moved.

Feeling herself beginning to shiver, she met his eyes, Will returning a blank stare and a shrug, awaiting someone to offer him their feet. Starved of stimulation, and seeing Meena sulking while Quinn recovered from her post-orgasm stupor, she reasoned that a good hard fucking from Will was her best and only option at relief. Bringing her tongue to her lips, she lay back on the sofa and raised her legs up, her moist slit parting as her red-painted toes hovered before him. Like a cape to a bull, his eyes went live with interest, approaching hesitantly as she lifted her legs higher to beckon him nearer.

As he edged towards her entrance, she let one of her feet rest on his hairy chest, then the other. Sliding them upwards to create a pleasing friction, her toes nearing his mouth but remaining just out of reach. He kept moving closer and closer, until the warmth of his solid member grazed her thigh.

Quinn watched in a half daze at the sexually charged exchange. Despite the humiliation clouding her spirit, her arousal was still piqued, the afterglow of one of the greatest orgasms of her life still clinging to her like a shadow. There was something about watching Ellen’s hypnotic body, her hips snaking slightly left and right as her legs swayed to command Will’s attention. She could tell Ellen was enjoying it, drawing him closer and closer, teasing him with the promise of her scarlet red toes just out of reach. Ellen reached her hand through her legs and gripped his shaft gently, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of his member, and bringing him down to a crouch until the tip of his cock was pressed to her slit, rubbed against her entrance and growing slick with her juices as she moaned expectantly. She was ripe with sex, her supple body pressing towards him like a flower to sunlight.

Seeing her about to lure him into penetration before her eyes brought Quinn suddenly back to reality, “Will!” she shouted scoldingly, surprised by her own outburst. Their heads whipping towards her as Will flinched, stumbling a few steps back. Even Meena was now paying attention, uncertain of what she had missed, but seeing Will’s head lowered in shame. “Y-you don’t have to give her what she wants,” her tone was unconvincing, especially hollow given she had succumbed to Ellen’s powers of persuasion so entirely just moments earlier. For Quinn, something about seeing Will under her thumb was worse than being under it herself. Still, she felt more like she was disciplining him than helping him, and now felt embarrassed.

Will was blank, eyes darting from Quinn, to Ellen, to the task on-screen. Having yearned for Ellen’s lithe sexuality since he had met her, he felt robbed of their intimacy, a prize torn from his grasp. Suddenly ashamed of his own desire, he backed away. Ellen’s slender legs retracted back towards her torso, still wide open to him, inviting him to reconsider. She seemed fascinated at his reaction, studying him with snake-like eyes, unphased and curious.

“I… someone needs to…” he mumbled, his voice quivering from the cold as he glanced from the screen to Quinn and back. It was becoming hard to see now as the light dwindled, but Quinn could see enough of his expression to feel bad. He was just trying to do what he had been told, but both Meena and now Quinn were making it difficult for him. As if it wasn’t all difficult enough already. He had looked so embarrassed when she had outed his fetish earlier.

Ellen’s eyes narrowed. Much as she was enjoying tantalising Will with her feet, it was a trick she had played many times before. Here, she sensed a new unique sort of control ripe for exploitation. It was so unique to their current situation that she found herself getting even more excited. Resting her feet carefully back on the cool wood floor, she sat upright, locking her eyes on Quinn.

“You do it then.” Ellen commanded. The effect was immediate, Quinn’s body locking up as she was seized with a visible dread at the realisation she had entrapped herself. Outwitted in a game of chess she didn’t even know she was playing. As the room grew freezing, they had little time to act, but now both Meena and Ellen were refusing to participate. Quinn knew there was no way to convince either girl otherwise, and she didn’t want to put Will in the middle of any more in-fighting. Yet, she wasn’t sure she could do it herself.

In the dwindling light, Meena had to draw closer to see, leaving the kitchen area to lean lightly against the bookcase just behind the sofa. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes as Quinn shuffled in her seat, pushing herself to sit back on the couch and hesitantly lifting her feet to the edge of the seat. Meena stared at them with molten envy, as somehow Quinn was the centre of attention yet again. She was stealing all the affection that could have been Meena’s. The wanton look in his eyes was meant to be hers!

As Will neared tentatively, Quinn thought of her husband. She had hardly thought of him so far, other than to reassure herself that he would forgive her for everything she had done here. If she could just explain how her clothes were stolen, how she was coerced into a collar, and dominated against her will – she had been sure he would consider her the victim. Now it was different, Quinn wasn’t helpless, she was complicit. She wanted it. Worst of all, it was Will – her oldest friend – crossing this line into intimacy with her. It was unforgivable. The taboo of it made the moment all the more electric, Will kneeling slowly as she lifted her foot to him, trying to hold it steady despite the offensive cold. She looked up at him with fearful wanting eyes as his skin met hers, taking her in his shivering hand. This was sinful, Quinn tried to tell herself it was wrong, but it was difficult to hold onto the guilt when the image of her husband kept slipping from her mind so readily, lost in the lust clouding her judgement.

He brought her to his mouth, the nude painted toenails meeting his lips in a small kiss before he sucked tenderly on her smallest toe. He swirled his tongue around the digit before moving to the next, attentive and gentle. Her extremities had grown so cold, that his warm mouth was healing. Her breathing grew heavy and slow, transfixed as his passion intensified. She felt a low moan around her feet as he worshipped them, and it sent a shiver to her still sensitive clit. As he reached the end of one set of toes, she brought her other foot to his mouth a little too eagerly, their eyes meeting for a moment before he went to work, lost in his passion. She fought back a moan of her own as she felt his adoration channelled through his mouth, the sensation new and erotic.

Quinn was soaking. Her body aching for him, and almost sorrowful as he reached the last of her toes and seemed to lavish that last moment, sucking it longer than the others.

Softly withdrawing her feet and letting them rest on the floor – the warm saliva squelchy between her toes – she took a deep breath as Will stood and moved away. He couldn’t look at her, catching a glimpse of Meena’s staring from where she leant against the bookcase.

“That was fucking hot,” said Ellen, her arms tight around her body to combat the cold. Quinn on the other hand felt like her skin was aflame.

The light dropped as the screen flickered blank, their tasks complete and rewarded with a green tick and a congratulatory chime before the screen switched off. They were left lightless, a mechanical churning noise coming from somewhere in the darkness as Meena felt herself knocked aside. A striking pink light streamed through a slim opening, slowly widening and allowing the vibrant colour to dominate the room. It was the bookcase, parting down the middle like double doors, the motorised motion pushing Meena back. She stepped away, shielding her sight from the neon glow until her eyes adjusted.

As the rest of them converged around her, she stared into the newly revealed chasm behind the bookcase and saw a tiny room. It was filled entirely by a king size bed with plain crisp sheets. The edge of bed met the walls, bathed in the sickly hue emanating from the ceiling lined with coloured LEDs.

They stood at the foot of the bed peering wordlessly into the room.

“Just when you thought this couldn’t get any weirder.” said Meena, sighing loudly and stomping off back towards the hallway to test the bedroom doors. She yearned for some privacy, to hide her nakedness and curl up in a ball alone somewhere, but as she expected: all the doors were locked. Despite there being four bedrooms here, it seemed they were going to have to spend the night huddled together in one bed.

Ellen leapt inside immediately, a bouncy crawl towards the pillows before slipping under the duvet, “Oooh! It’s heated!” she exclaimed, groaning with relief and relishing the softness of the sheets. The duvet was much larger than the bed but there wasn’t much slack, the edges trailing down the sides of the bed and secured somehow. There was enough give for them all to get inside, and that was about it.

Will was eager for the warmth of the heated bed, but watched for Quinn to move first. Currently she was preoccupied, tugging at the books on the shelves and surprised at herself for not noticing before that they were fake. They were plastic and seemed to be screwed in place. She was shivering, a tired ache around her eyes as she struggled to remind herself that sleeping naked with three other people was unacceptable for a married woman. Even then, she found herself gratefully clambering up onto the bed, commanding Will to come next to her with just a glance. He followed obediently, climbing in and lying on his back as he grew increasingly self-conscious about his stiffening cock, keeping it pointed up and away. With Ellen hogging the centre of the bed, Quinn opted for the right edge, leaving will sandwiched between them. The warmth was sensational, a glorious luxury that felt rightly deserved.

The temperature outside was unbearable now, and as Meena looked back at the only source of light, she knew it was a decision between the shared bed or the dark fatal cold, which was no decision at all. She trudged towards the bed, the outlandish lighting gave the space the air of a boudoir, but there was no mistaking that this was a cell.

Their bodies touched even before Meena reluctantly joined them. The air was still too cold to consider sleeping atop the sheets, so she quickly resigned herself to her fate. She slithered into the only remaining space: between Ellen and the left wall, hearing the bookcase sliding shut behind her as it sealed them in. She didn’t even care anymore, shivering as she wriggled onto her side so she could stare at the wall and let the bed melt her suffering away. The painful hardening of her nipples subsided, her joints soothed, and some of her anger gave way to sorrow.

With no give in the duvet, and finding the pillows were sewn down, Quinn gave up trying to create a divide in the bed. She lay down, her muscles aching with exhaustion. She was starving, and beaten, and longed for sleep to take her, turning away from Will to face the wall.

“Hey there,” said Ellen to Will, allowing her body to press closely into his. Her smooth legs stroked against his skin, her hand resting suggestively on his stomach. With both the other girls turned away from them, the moment was strangely intimate, her eyes cunning and smokey in the pink glow, the light slowly beginning to fade. Her touch harkened back to their interrupted intimacy, his cock starved of attention, his balls almost painfully tight from the cold and the unfulfilled promise of release. He was ravenous and he could see the same need in her before the light left them entirely. There was no chance either he or her could sleep in this state, and whilst an odd sense of loyalty to Quinn made him want to resist, he quickly surrendered as her hand met his cock.

Her mouth was on his, sloppy and needy as she climbed quickly atop him, holding him in her grip as she positioned herself to straddle him. She slid him inside her sopping wet lips. She was like silk, the heat all around his cock and pressing into his back from the warm mattress was a confusing sensation but intoxicating. He groaned like an animal, his hands groping her to make up for how little he could see of her incredible beauty. He enjoyed being at her whim as she grinded her hips down into him, savouring her power to finally bring herself to orgasm, his dick merely a tool for her pleasure. Glad to finally be full.