The Tourist Trap

Sleeping in a collar was unpleasant. Meena found herself tossing and turning throughout the night. Besides that and Ellen’s intermittent snoring, the conditions were quite conducive to a good night’s rest: complete darkness; a tightly wrapped duvet and even the warmth of others was strangely soothing. Still, Meena stirred several times, and now found herself the first one awake as the LEDs embedded in the ceiling began gradually introducing a yellow glow. A sad imitation of a sunrise.

Despite spending so much of last night naked, she felt compelled to cover her breasts as she sat up. The duvet didn’t have enough slack for that sort of modesty, so instead she enveloped her chest with her arms. She still felt like she was being watched.

She fished for her glasses in the sheets and fumbled them on. With the full benefit of her sight in the rising light, she was struck by the claustrophobia of their small shared cell. The back of the bookcase sealing them in. Hunger clawed at her stomach; it was about all she could feel, the bitterness of yesterday had left her numb, her usually sharp fury now blunt.

Quinn woke with a deep sighing breath, finding herself cradled in one of Will’s arms, her head resting on his chest, her leg over his. The light caught the diamond of her engagement ring, glinting off the brilliant gold of the wedding ring next to it, and seeing it resting on another man’s chest sent a stab of guilt to her gut. Beyond her ring, the sight of Ellen asleep opposite her was jarring, reflecting her pose on the other side of Will’s body. She felt like a slut draped over him this way. It had her fully awake in an instant, wriggling backwards towards the wall, sliding her limbs away from him in the hopes he wouldn’t wake and she could just pretend this hadn’t happened. Her stomach dropped as she looked up to see Meena watching her. It doubled her shame, given Meena’s long-held crush on him.

Moving up in the bed until her swan-like shoulders peeked out of the covers, she avoided Meena’s eyes. The memories of last night made her feel dirty against the pure white of the sheets, still dank with sex from Ellen and Will’s session in the dark. There was a scent on her too. She was desperate to scrub at her skin, still sticky and achy. Her hair felt frizzy, messy and out of place from being pulled, and her bum was still stinging on one side, Ellen had surely left a mark. She yearned for a warm shower.

The two of them sat in silence for a short while as the room grew brighter, until Ellen came alive with a jolt, grunting from the remnants of a vivid dream and waking Will as a result. She seemed thrilled to find herself wrapped around him. His solid member was warm against her thigh, and she deliberately rocked her leg up and down against it teasingly as she flashed him a smile.

“Morning,” she croaked, twisting her skinny frame into a long stretch and then mirroring Meena by sitting up against the plain wood headboard, their shoulders touching. She brought her knees to her chest to bring them over the duvet before spreading out again to relish the cool air. The room wasn’t freezing any more, but it was still a refreshing contrast against Ellen’s skin. Still in a sleepy haze, Quinn found herself staring at Ellen’s taut figure, so nimble and light. The wild mop of curls were engrossing, and Quinn was fascinated by how a mess could look so beautiful.

A narrow horizontal panel whirred open in the wall beside Meena, revealing a shallow space in the wall lined with black felt. The sound drew all their attention, surveying the contents collectively. In the centre there was a blank touchscreen, beside it were two hooks, each had a pair of handcuffs hanging from it. On the other side of the touchscreen were two more hooks with a matching pair of unfamiliar silicone objects, Meena was the closest of them and leaned forward to examine them, presuming them to be vibrators.

All the items were colour coded, allowing them to discern who they were intended for. They knew their assigned colours by now. One set of handcuffs were green for Will, the other was red for Ellen; the two vibrators were black and white for Quinn and Meena respectively. Ellen blinked the sleep from her eyes and stifled a yawn, leaning calmly forward and lifting out the crimson handcuffs. The screen flashed red to match the selection, with white text proclaiming:

‘Choose your slave’

Ellen gave a hum of intrigue, her lips stretching into a smile as she turned the handcuffs in her hand and studied them contemplatively. The two metal cuffs were connected by thick red plastic in the centre. They looked heavy duty, distinctly uncomfortable. Meena drew a breath as if about to say something, and then paused as all their attention moved to her. The culmination of all of last night’s regret spun in her mind, and a burst of decisiveness overtook her as she lurched forward out of the sheets, grabbing the green handcuffs and clasping them around one of her wrists. She fell back with a thump, narrowly avoiding landing on Will’s legs beneath the covers.

All eyes were on her, wide and expectant of an explanation but she had none. It was instinct. She wasn’t sure if she had been motivated by the fear of what Ellen was capable of, or her growing desperation for Will’s attention. Perhaps it was both. Keen to avoid further questioning, she squared her shoulders back in an attempt at Ellen’s air of confidence, and held out her wrists to Will, who hesitantly took her wrists and cuffed them together as if he’d been ordered to. They tightened automatically until the metal was pressed against her skin on all sides. On the wall, the touchscreen displayed an animation of Will’s circular green icon spinning into view, with a smaller icon for Meena’s avatar snapping beside it with the text:

‘Slave selected’

His rigid erection created a tent in the sheets and Meena looked from the growing bulge to his blushed expression. Having him as her master felt innocuous, he was so easily persuaded, but the text remained for a few moments as if forcing her to accept it. The screen went red, Ellen’s avatar in the centre with text commanding her to select a slave.

“Do you want to do this the hard way, or the easy way?” she asked Quinn.

“How are you all so willing to go along with this sick game?! Aren’t we even going to talk about this?” Quinn yelled, her voice small, still not yet fully awake but she made up for it with her gesticulation, throwing up her arms. “I’m not a plaything, I’m a fucking human being. I have a husband, I have a life!” Her palms landed loudly on the bed with each exclamation, but it was met with silence. She sighed and went limp, resting her head back on the pillow. Yet again it was pointless to try to outsmart their captors, whoever they were. They were sealed in by the bookcase, and she knew as well as they did that they would continue to be trapped unless she complied. Perhaps they were all right to just get on with it. Why prolong the inevitable? The thought of being Ellen’s puppet for a second time filled her with dread, tempered slightly by her arousal. Yesterday’s cruelty had been hard to bear, but her frustration had fuelled an oddly potent orgasm. She wasn’t sure she could handle a longer bout of that sort of torment, and however uneasy the thought was, it left her curious. She shimmied up to a seated position, rubbing wearily at her face before offering her wrists to Ellen with a groan.

“There’s a good girl,” Ellen commended, cuffing one of Quinn’s wrists, “Behind your back please.”

“What!? Just do them how Meena has done hers!”

“Are you questioning your Master already?” said Ellen. Quinn was seething, but fought to stay calm, aware of the precarious position she was entering into. If she let this sort of behaviour provoke her, she knew Ellen would only escalate and outmanoeuvre her. She begrudgingly brought her arms behind her back, clenching her jaw as her wrists were clasped together. It was immediately uncomfortable, Ellen having cuffed her with palms facing outwards, forcing her shoulders back and tautening her spine – clearly she had done this sort of thing before. The touchscreen flashed up with Quinn’s black-outlined icon on the red background, and a new command:

‘Insert devices’

Meena felt emboldened by her forwardness earlier, now certain she had made the right move. It motivated her to reach readily for the white silicone toy, finding it slippery with warm lubricant. Both toys were U-shaped: one end a short and flat, the other bulbous with an LED blinking on the surface. When held and examined, Meena noticed the two ends nearly touched, and Meena suspected one end went inside to press against the g-spot, and the other stimulated the clit. She allowed herself a moment to compose herself, then clambered to her knees, raised herself up a little and slid the shorter flatter end inside herself. The curved design held its shape, both ends pressing lightly into her from inside and out. It gripped onto her, a comfortable pressure exacted on her G-spot by one end, the other against her pelvis just above her entrance, where the rounded shape of the bulbous silicone grazed the swelling nub of her clit. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. Will stared at her speechless.

“Let me get that for you hun,” Ellen taunted, taking up the identical black toy and slithering it under the sheets. Quinn grew even more agitated at the realisation she couldn’t affix herself the device even if she wanted to, squirming as Ellen slid the foreign object inside of her. Despite still being sore from yesterday, she was moist enough for Ellen to notice and relish in the discovery. Their eyes locked in mutual disdain: one playful, the other piercing. Neither flinched as the screen chimed, retracting back into the wall to be replaced a second later with another of the white keys. When no-one else took the key, Will retrieved it sheepishly.

The bookcase creaked slowly open, the parting down the centre revealing the oddly comforting view of the full apartment. It was bright, the blinds returned to their position pulled all the way down, the floor shiny from a recent clean, and bowls of fruit laid out for them on the kitchen island. Meena sprung out of the bed, the rest following as she rushed for the food, snatching up a slice of melon and bringing it eagerly to her mouth. She chomped bite after bite of the sweet orange fruit, her hunger at its peak.

Will placed the key on the counter and timidly took up a bunch of grapes by the stem, picking a few off gingerly to eat. He didn’t feel fully awake yet, and an unsettling nervousness grew heavy in his stomach. His gaze was drawn to the couch, remembering sucking on Quinn’s toes while the other girls watched. The anxiety twisted in his stomach, but his erection only hardened. The sight of the naked girls around him again in full view made him crave release. Meena’s assets bouncing with every movement, and Ellen’s delectable slimness calling out to be caressed.

Quinn fumbled out of the sheets with her arms stuck behind her back, shuffling gracelessly off the bed to her feet. The bookcase swung closed behind her as she approached them, realising that her bonds would again prevent her from fending for herself. She looked pleadingly to Will for assistance, and he quickly snapped off a plump red grape and placed it to her lips. The touch of his fingers on her lips – however fleeting – sent a jolt through him, and he wasn’t sure he could do it again, especially as he caught Meena glancing over to him with an accusatory eye.

Ellen slapped him lightly on the wrist. “Hey, that’s my slave. Get your own,” she said, keeping him in her sights with only a hint of jest as she peeled a banana all the way to the base, holding it to Quinn and commanding, “Tongue out please.”

Quinn’s stomach growled. It sickened her how abidingly she opened her jaw and pressed out her tongue. Ellen slowly brought the thick yellow fruit to Quinn’s lips, letting it rest on her wet tongue before sliding it up and into her mouth, their eyes locked as Quinn wasn’t sure if she should wait to be told if she could eat it. Playing nice in the hope she would be rewarded with more, she held out: the majority soon passed her lips, the tip pressing to her throat. Ellen gave an amused nod and Quinn eagerly closed her mouth. It was amazing how Ellen could even turn food into an instrument of torment. She swallowed it so quickly the taste barely registered.

Next, Ellen offered a generous slice of watermelon. Quinn took a bite fervently, having to lean forwards to get the right height, splaying her hands out above her bum to keep her balance. The juices dribbled down her chin, Ellen watching closely, seemingly uninterested in eating herself. As the green rind was left bare, Ellen offered a cupped hand to Quinn’s chin and she instinctively spat out the black seeds. She almost looked thankful for the assistance, shifting her eyes like a tamed animal.

Ellen was pleased, brushing the seeds onto the counter and taking an apple for herself with a seductive bite, still locked on Quinn’s expression. She offered Quinn the next mouthful, alternating until they had finished it and then doing the same with a ripe peach. Seeing Quinn like this made Will uneasy, his appetite diminished at the sight of his friend reduced to a pet.

Little was said as they picked at the platters, the girls so lost in their hunger and the moment of peace that no-one even noticed that Will barely ate anything. Meena finished a strawberry, wondering to herself if she had been foolish to eat the food unquestioningly. It could conceivably be laced with something, but she tried to push the thought from her mind. The apartment didn’t seem to want to cause them any harm: just use them. She was at its mercy in every conceivable way, so it seemed fitting that she could at least capitalise on some long overdue hospitality.

Ellen left them, slumping onto the couch and sighing contentedly. Quinn took the opportunity to try the bathroom door and was grateful to find it unlocked, awkwardly turning the handle with hands behind her back and backing into it to get inside. Meena wandered off too, leaving Will alone by the counter, his attention drawn to the key on the side. He took it up gingerly, and walked over to the door, pausing before slotting it into the second keyhole.

“The showers don’t work,” said Quinn as she emerged, the door swinging closed behind her. She saw Will, looking from him to the key and giving him a reassuring nod. Her smile warmed him, and with her approval he slid the key in and turned it. There was a clunk and a chime from the touch screens.

‘Wash your slaves’

Ellen waded over, still licking her fingertips and excited at the new activity. She approached one of the bathrooms and leant in the doorway, beckoning her slave inside with a wave of her hand. Quinn bowed her head with a sigh, resentful that Ellen would have free reign of her body for a second time, but desperate to get clean. She slunk inside, and Ellen winked back at Will before following after her slave, closing the door behind them.

“Come on,” called Meena from inside the bathroom, turning to go inside and expecting he would follow. He followed the hypnotic sway of her peachy bum up to the sink, where she caught him staring in the mirror. She looked down and away to hide her smile. It was nice to finally have him to herself, even as his “slave”, though it felt more like the other way around so far. This wasn’t quite the type of intimacy she was hoping for with him, but she tried to push her fantasies aside and accept the benefits of their predicament. She longed for his mouth on hers.

Standing by the sink, they silently brushed their teeth with the single-use utensils provided in plastic sleeves. She needed a little help, and Will provided it readily, guiding her hands with his, and eventually taking over to reach angles that the cuffs didn’t allow. He was thorough, and she appreciated having a less restrictive position than what Quinn had been subjected to. She hoped Ellen wouldn’t be too harsh, feeling guilty for having made their situation immeasurably worse by inviting a sadistic seductress. Meena had always enjoyed her friend’s wickedness, often lending itself to a sharp sense of humour, and great company on the occasional night out. – but then really it should have been for her to take the brunt of Ellen’s cruelty. That was unfair of her, and Quinn deserved better.

Will finished up, rubbing cold water into his face and then wandering over towards the shower. Meena’s guilt was muted by the prospect of sharing a shower with him, and she reasoned that it was too late now, she could only apologise to Quinn and try to do better. Placing her glasses by the sink, she approached Will as he courteously opened the door for her. The last time she had stepped into this cubicle she had been sealed in. Revisiting it with his company lessened her dread, now little more than a nervous murmur in her belly. She knew this wouldn’t be as simple as a quick shower, but she had high hopes for it.

Stepping inside, Will jabbed at the button to no response, perplexed and looking to Meena, who pulled the door shut and gave him a nod to try again. The water burst to life, warm and steamy. They chuckled nervously at the strangeness of being so close together naked, especially as they had rarely spent time alone together before. His cock raged for attention, stiff and now tickled by the falling water. He was adamant on getting control of his body, pumping soap from the wall dispenser into his palm and lathering himself, giving special attention to his member, willing it to let up and soften, but the sight of the water trickling down Meena’s delectable curves was making it all the harder. She followed suit, filling a cupped hand with soap, about to press it to her skin when something stung her arm, her body spasming suddenly. The soap was propelled around as she flinched, realising that the handcuffs had given her an electric shock.

‘Wash your slave’

The message appeared on the touch screen built into the shower cubicle tiles. His eyes met hers in trepidation as they registered the command, his hair thick with frothy shampoo trickling slowly off and down his body. He looked suddenly uncomfortable, realising she wouldn’t be allowed to wash herself, and he would have to run his hands over every inch of her. Quickly finishing his own cleaning, he rinsed off and then looked at her.

“Can you use the shampoo first?” she asked calmly, and he eased immediately. It was like she was giving him permission. He quickly filled his hands with the white foam from the second dispenser, and Meena turned away so he could run it through her hair. He was meticulous, his fingers grazing her scalp gently and working it diligently into her silky dark locks. It had quite the effect on her, finding her nethers warming and moistening at the prospect of having his hands soon roaming her body with the same precision. She guided him through the process once, then again, washing it out together. She waited with baited breath, presenting her body for his attention, her dark eyes looking up at him expectantly. He grew bolder, lathering her shoulders with only a hint of nervousness, running his hands down her arms and up again. She allowed herself a light moan at his touch, turning so he could wash her from behind, moving her hair to her front so he could have full access.

He rubbed soap into her back, slowly kneading it down her skin and giving special attention to the sides, his hand lingering on her hips before lathering her ripe bum with suds. She moved back so her skin grazed his cock, her pussy stirring as the rock hard member pressed to her skin, and she wished he would kiss her so they could descend into ravenous love making. She waited, sure it was coming, feeling she had given him plenty of indication, and now deserved for her fantasy to be realised at last.

He brought his hands around her sides, continuing along her torso and up to her breasts, the feeling of the warm soapy water against her nipples driving her wild. Yesterday everyone had cum except her, and the pent up adrenaline was maddening, desperate to be unleashed. Desperate for him to release it. She considered begging, or turning to kiss him but she was convinced he would finally do something. She had gotten him this far, she was moaning for him, what was he waiting for!? His torment continued down her smooth legs, neglecting her most sensitive area, obstructed by the white silicone toy. There was little left of her to clean, and it seemed their moment was passing. She couldn’t bear the thought of having got so close this time without feeling his lips against hers.

“What about my face?” she said quietly, nearly drowned out by the roar of the shower. Her tone was more pleading than she liked, and she began to admonish herself for being so pathetic, but was softened by his swift attentiveness. Lathering the soap in his hands, he rubbed it into her forehead with three fingers, slow circling motions around and down to the bridge of her nose, her cheeks and her neck, his hands framing her face with an easing firmness. As the froth was washed away by the water, she opened her eyes to see him up close, his face inches from hers, the air steamy with tension. He looked unsure of himself, his eyes dropping away, one of his hands slipping from her skin and she couldn’t take it anymore, opening her mouth to speak and then interrupted by the loud chime of the touch screen.

‘Insert secondary device’

The command was accompanied by a tile sliding up to reveal a cavity in the wall lined with shiny black plastic, a new alien-looking object hung from a hook, white silicone like the last. Will looked glad of the distraction, parting from her quickly and retrieving the device. As he lifted it from the hook, the water shut off leaving them in a steamy mist. Feeling the jets begin to power on, she quickly gripped her hair like rope as the chamber filled with hot air blasting their bodies. She massaged the moisture from her hair with light squeezes, the vents acting as a hairdryer and leaving the strands slightly frizzy. Finally the deafening sound relented, leaving them bone dry, and the sexual tension now dissipated. Her eyes returned to the white silicone device in Will’s hands, another addition to her white ensemble: the collar and vibrator matching her white painted nails. It had a flared T-shaped handle with a round bulbous end made up of three flat petals curved into a point, each with a small hole in the tip that now oozed with clear liquid. Whatever it was could self-lubricate.

Clearly it was intended to go inside her, but looked neither like a gag, nor a dildo, and the screen confirmed as much, displaying a minimalist animated diagram of the object being inserted into a woman’s bum, the handle protruding out once inserted like a bizarre little tail. She shook her head, their moment ruined and now faced with another affront to her modesty. This was too far, she had already pushed herself so much and still more was being demanded of her. Meena had tried some anal play, with fingers and tongues, but never an actual plug. This wasn’t how she had ever seen herself furthering her experimentation.

“W-what should…” he mumbled. The absence of the loud water created an uncomfortable silence. Perturbed to learn what he had been holding, he offered it out awkwardly, as if wanting to be rid of it, despite the fact that in her restraints it would have been impossible for her to reach around to insert it. She pushed the cubicle door with her shoulder, unsurprised to find it locked. Will took over, yanking and pushing at the handle to no avail. Yet again she was faced with a decision with only one solution, and yet again she didn’t think she could go through with it.

The tightening around her throat shouldn’t have been unexpected, but she cried out nonetheless, gulping for air with a shriek, just about able to breathe with concerted effort.

“Shit, turn around!” he exclaimed, recounting the same choking mechanism used on Quinn yesterday as she was forced to strip for him. His cock bobbed as he fumbled frantically but she still shook her head, now furious and unwilling to be beaten. However much she clawed at the collar, she couldn’t get under the thick leather, the cuffs making it only more difficult. A stinging zap struck her wrists and the sharp flash of pain was overwhelming, but worse was the yelp from Will, who she hadn’t noticed had placed his hand on her shoulder and had felt the electric shock too. He snatched back his hand, dropping the toy to the floor.

He looked wounded, concerned both for her and for himself. The worry in his eyes compelled her nearly as much as the pain. She retrieved the plug and handed it to him, still fighting for breath as she squatted with her face to the wall, offering her parted cheeks to him. Now she actually felt like his slave, her wrists bound, choked into submission and awaiting abuse from his touch. He fumbled with it before gently pressing the tip to her newly clean hole, exerting a soft pressure, stretching her slowly around the lubricated bulb. It slid gradually deeper into her anal cavity and the collar loosened its grip, allowing her to squeal as the growing fullness hurt her. The majority of it was now inside her and the last of it sprung into place, drawing a relieved groan from her. Furious as she was, she relished his hands on her waist, and as the sting subsided it soon felt quite good to be full. She wished it was him inside her.

The door clicked and the lock released to the chime of the touch screen. Will stood quickly, trying not to fixate on how sexy it was to see Meena plugged, the white handle protruding from between her pillowy cheeks. He could smell how wet she had gotten, and as she left the cubicle and padded over to the sink he felt suddenly emboldened.

“W-Wait!” He spluttered, striding over to the sink until he was unnaturally close to her. He hesitated, then leaned forward, brought his hand to her cheek and met her lips in a kiss. It was small, but sensual. The room was so quiet and the moment seemed to stretch on and on, they parted for a moment before he kissed her a second time, a little deeper, their tongues making brief contact. Suddenly Meena’s vibrator sprung to life, a soft silent buzzing of the bulbous end of the toy sending gentle vibrations to her clit. It tickled slightly, but she was so ravenously horny that a moan soon escaped her lips, and it seemed to fuel Will’s own arousal. Their kiss grew more salacious, his hands touring her warm skin, but she had limited movement and soon found his thick erection in her grip, stroking it softly.

This was foreign to Will, almost every woman he had been with liked to take charge, to initiate and guide him as Ellen did, but Meena was so passive that the territory was wholly unfamiliar. With this uncomfortable power over her, the dynamic couldn’t have been further from his comfort zone, but still he pressed on and was rewarded tenfold by her enthusiasm.

The vibrations of the toy were increasing, soon bringing her barrelling towards an inevitable orgasm, her moans now cries as Will continued his passionate kissing. It was everything she had hoped for, and while Will didn’t seem to register what the sex toy was doing to her, it seeed to be encouraging him and so she clenched her eyes shut and let the moment take her. The sensation was perfect, the pace so deliciously consistent that she thought she would explode any second, her legs growing shaky as the climax approached, nearing, nearing and then suddenly snatched away without warning.

A short sharp zap against her wrist pried a yelp from both of them, their lips parting with a flinch as the touchscreen beside them lit up with a message:

“Rule four”

Meena fumbled for her glasses and slid them on, examining the message again and perplexed to find it was what she had thought.

“I thought there were only three rules?”

* * *

Quinn had been made to kneel in the shower, watching while Ellen washed herself, thoroughly kneading soap into her skin. The water still reached her, harsh as it fell on her face, occasionally splashed with the frothy run-off from Ellen’s body. She clenched her jaw to fight from antagonising matters further, worried about what idea her assigned ‘Master’ was thinking up for her, and silently grateful that the current humiliation of being made to wait on her knees was tamer than she had expected.

“Right,” said Ellen, turning to her at last, “Would you like me to wash you?”

She nodded solemnly. Ellen grabbed Quinn’s right arm and hoisted her up with surprising strength. She was brought directly into the stream of water, her hair quickly soaked until her usually peppy ponytail drooped with the weight. Ellen kindly removed the hairband, placing it to the side and scanning her slave’s body hungrily before setting to work. She took care to clean every inch of her skin, and Quinn found it strangely soothing at first. Starting with her hair, then her face, neck and shoulders. She was sure to wash around the exposed skin of the collar but couldn’t get under it, so continued down to her back, having to work around where her shackled arms got in the way. As Quinn had expected, special attention was paid to her breasts, but she was teasing her with slow rubbing, waiting for the nipples to harden until she fondled them with soft pinches. At least Ellen did it from behind, so Quinn could bite her lips unseen.

Tracing her taut abdomen, Ellen seemed impressed with the leanness of her slave’s figure and stifled a smile. Cleaning around the toy, she pushed her fingers unnecessarily deep into one hole then the next, providing a rigorous clean. It continued just long enough to have Quinn panting before she finally let up, moving down to wash her legs. Pressing her shoulders back to the wall, each of Quinn’s feet were lifted one after the other to wash them.

“We want them good and clean for Will, don’t we?” she said with a smirk, sending a shiver down her spine. Presumably in their current predicament, Ellen could make her do whatever she pleased. Yesterday, her commands had been reinforced by the choking mechanism around her throat, as if the device had been gifted to her command. The notion that she could be manipulated so easily had her lost in her thoughts, especially now there were more mechanisms affixed to her. She flinched back to reality as the vents burst to life with the sudden gust of air.

Ensuring her own hair was thoroughly dry first, Ellen then assisted Quinn, wrapping it up again in a ponytail with a smile. The girl was gorgeous and Ellen found her choice of hairstyle quaint, it was one of the only remnants of her true self, along with her golden earrings and the shimmer of her wedding rings. Quinn looked wordlessly at Ellen, afraid that this relatively calm chapter was now over.

The chirp of the touch screen alerted them to a panel in the wall, offering them a smallish black butt-plug, with its characteristic pointed bulb and t-shaped handle. Without hesitation, Ellen snapped it up.

“W-wait!” she protested, stepping back as Ellen neared her. “No, no!” she cried, pushing her away with bony shoulders and dashing towards the shower door. It didn’t budge, and she found herself pressed against it, her nipples stung by the cold of the glass as Ellen held her in place, forcing her legs apart with her own.

“There, there, come on now. You know by now that if you fight it, it will hurt more,” she said, touching the tip of the silicone to her slave’s sphincter. Quinn had done enough research to know the dangers of using these sorts of toys incorrectly, so ceased her struggling at the sudden paralysing feeling of the intruder at her rear. “I thought you’d be into this sort of thing. You know, given your anal fixation and all…”

Again Quinn forced herself to remain silent in her compromised position, taking controlled breaths as the well-lubricated toy was pushed a little more firmly. She grunted as she felt herself being stretched, a pathetic mewling sound as the pressure mounted and mounted, the stinging intensifying and peaking before finally it was over. Ellen stroked her hair with her spare hand, releasing her at last once she was satisfied.

The door unlocked with a click and swung open, Quinn barely scrambling to stay on her feet as Ellen stepped out to follow more gracefully and said, “Well, I don’t know about you but I am all worked up!” she had a devious look in her eye that made Quinn nervous, “Why don’t you finally put that mouth to good use for me?”

Mortified, Quinn backed away, rushing for the doors but knowing there was no use, finding herself sealed in.

“Ellen please, don’t,” she pleaded, fighting back tears as she felt the leather tighten around her throat. Wrestling with her bonds, she writhed and shook her head, in denial that this was really going to be something forced upon her. She yelped as the handcuffs struck her with an electric reprimand, zapping her once, then again.

“What is it? What’s it doing?” Ellen asked, fascinated and seemingly only more aroused at the rebellious display. Ellen loved watching her submissives squirm.

Barely able to speak with the pressure around her throat, she spluttered, “The handcuffs are… electrocuting me,” she hoped it might elicit some sympathy from her captor but it drew a smile instead which only angered Quinn further. “You are such a bitch,” she muttered, struck by a longer, harder shock that had her knees buckling.

Ellen’s arousal was palpable now, the smell of her sex reaching Quinn and attracting her attention, beckoning her to it. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to just go along with it. Her mind rallied for her to resist but the pain and discomfort were beginning to overpower her, until a sudden shift stopped her struggling entirely, captivating her entire attention and sending her squealing before she even understood what was happening. The stinging in her bum was sharper all at once, the pressure building as the stretching sensation returned. She could hear a suppressed sound from the toy embedded in her anus, like a motor of some kind but couldn’t interpret it over her panic, trying desperately to grab at it with her hands but with them tied together she couldn’t reach low enough.

“Okay! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” she screamed, trembling and moving towards Ellen, lowering herself to her knees but Ellen backed away.

“What is it? What’s happening now?” she asked, circling around to examine the source of the noise, finding the small protruding black toy in Quinn’s bum humming and shifting as the young woman tried to resist the unwelcome intruder. “It’s expanding isn’t it? Huh, I used to have one like that,” she remarked, staring with keen interest. It was all so overwhelming that Quinn couldn’t move, the slightest shift only worsening the pain.

“P-please, I’ll do it, okay? I’ll do it,” she cried, forced to wait for Ellen to return for the onslaught to stop, the mounting pressure in her bum and around her throat paralysing her.

Unhurriedly Ellen returned to tower over her, edging closer until Quinn was facing the tidy pussy and was so desperate to end the torment that she set straight to work, licking and slurping clumsily at Ellen’s swollen clit. Her thin strip of light brown pubic hair tickled Quinn’s nose as she lapped at the sweet juices of her master’s snatch, disgusted by her own actions but glad of the reprieve as the devices finally released their hold on her.

“Shhh, okay slower, slower now. There’s a good girl.”

She did as she was told, one cautious lick after the other, surprised with how quickly she saw the effect. Ellen’s eyelids rolled shut, her hips gently undulating as she gripped Quinn’s hair and pulled her head in closer to her sex. It actually made things easier, no longer having to tense her abdomen to maintain her balance, a difficult feat without her hands to steady her.

The taste wasn’t as bad as she had expected, and the sensation against her tongue was quite pleasing. More gratifying though was the renewed sense of control, as with each tender flick of her tongue came an instant reaction in Ellen. A prolonged moan, sensual and needy, or a flinch of her body, it was quite unlike pleasuring a man, and she found herself growing wet quickly. She noticed her own hips were swaying, bucking against a lover that wasn’t there, and suddenly she longed for pleasure of her own.

Her wish was granted before long, the vibrator buzzing to life with a gentle thrumming against her clit. It was light and teasing, but had her quickly moaning into the slobbery wet pussy at her mouth. Ellen, too wrapped in her own ecstasy to notice, simply moaned in harmony, the clumsy tongue of her slave far from the best oral she had received, but there was something alluring in its inexperience. It was a testament to the resolute unprecedented control she had, and that thought alone nearly made her climax.

Soon the toy began to vibrate on her G-spot too, it was more pointed, a hard pressure right on her most sensitive spot that sent shockwaves of delicious pleasure through her. Still sore from the fingering last night, she was reminded again of her humiliation and was appalled to find how erotic she found the image of herself being spanked and dominated for an audience. She was close already, embarrassed that she was going to be made to cum while enslaved and made to debase herself but there was no stopping herself. Just as she neared the point of orgasm, the toy slowed, as if sensing her proximity to orgasm, holding off on the reward until her work was done.

She doubled her efforts. She couldn’t help it. The promise of orgasm lit a fire in her belly and had her tongue flicking rapidly in up-down motions, the kind she liked when her husband exacted the same treatment on her. The reaction from Ellen grew louder, her grip of her hair tightening as she felt Ellen’s joints beginning to stiffen as her climax approached, punctuated by a scream as her body shook through the orgasm, ecstasy washing over her as a similar climax was wracked on Quinn’s own needy pussy. She could feel herself squirting, something she had never done before and was so ashamed that she just kept licking, hoping Ellen wouldn’t notice the mess and embarrass her further, determined to pleasure her into an exhausted orgasmic state to perhaps win some respite for a while.

Ellen was enthralled with the performance, grunting as she was brought to orgasm a second time, and then a third as Quinn received another orgasm of her own. The humiliation and submission were having a potent effect on her. Growing sore, Quinn was relieved when the vibrations slowed as her head was yanked away from Ellen’s pussy by her vice-like grip on her ponytail.

“Okay, that’s enough. Good girl,” Ellen said panting, turning away to lean on the wall and get her breath back, wiping her brow and tidying her mane of hair. “I should have known you’d be a fast learner,” Quinn hated how much she enjoyed the praise. She tried to clamber to her feet but was still too shaky, helped up by Ellen who seemed not to notice the small puddle left behind. Quinn gave her a small nod of gratitude, wishing she might also help wipe the juices from around her mouth, but Ellen’s mind was elsewhere until Quinn shrieked suddenly. The handcuffs had zapped her again, twice in quick succession and with no warning, but was soon explained by text on the nearest touchscreen.

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Quinn waltzed out of the bathroom with a bemused Ellen following leisurely behind, “I just got electrocuted for breaking rule 5 and 6, which I didn’t even know existed,” she yelled as she came into the kitchen. Meena was already holding the white folder and looked decidedly unenthusiastic about what she had found in it, handing it to the girls for them to read. The same three rules were found within, with three additional ones: