The Tourist Trap Ch. 05

Quinn squirmed on top of Ellen on the couch, relentlessly tonguing Ellen's slit, hands still bound behind her back, struggling to concentrate as a toy thrummed between her legs. Despite everything, there wasn't a hair out of place on Quinn's head as it bobbed up and down, her ponytail bouncing with each slow steady lick. Ellen was impressed at how quickly her new slave had picked up pussy-eating. Despite what a good job her slave was doing, Ellen was compelled by an idea, having noticed Will's attention was transfixed on Quinn - as ever.

His cock twitched and began to semi-harden, despite having only recently finished all over sweet little Meena's cheeks. That's when Ellen realised that she had control of the entire room. If she could command Quinn to do something to allure Will, he would get hard. The rules then dictated Meena would have to drop to her knees to service him. So just by ordering obedient little Quinn around, they were all her puppets. The thought stayed with her as she careened over the crest of her orgasm and landed on the other side, her legs still trembling.

"Please miss," said Quinn breathlessly, the vibrator exacting relentless pleasure on her sensitive nub, "can I... cum now?"

It took a while for Ellen's thoughts to solidify as the ripples of climax faded and the room took shape again. Her eyes landed on Meena, sat pensively on the floor, cum beginning to dry on her face and glasses, her pussy still shimmering with moisture as the vibrator maintained its slow hum. She could hear the toy inside Quinn begin to slow too, as it only seemed to speed up when Quinn was performing oral, or following a command. Otherwise, the devices maintained a slow teasing thrum.

"Tell you what, why don't you have Will suck on your toes again?" Ellen said it like a suggestion, but it was clear it was an order from her tone. "As long as he does, your little sex toy will speed up, and you can cum as many times as you like."

Will's expression dropped, but Quinn's was mixed. The notion that she might get to finally cum after over so much teasing was a relief, having been enviously close to finishing on multiple occasions, and now feeling it slip away again. She rolled onto her back obediently, positioning her arms carefully under her, so her shoulders could meet the sofa seat; it was the most comfortable she could be in her restraints. Her eyes were pleading, and Will felt powerless in their gaze, stepping forward to where Quinn was waving her shapely legs to-and-fro, her feet freshly clean from the shower. He hesitated before holding them, admiring the nude-painted toes and before he could second-guess himself, he rested a knee on the edge of the sofa to lower himself and took her toes in his mouth. As soon as his tongue met her skin, Quinn moaned as she was treated to intensified vibrations on her clit and g-spot. Her moaning grew louder and longer as he worked, and he let himself relax. It was freeing to finally let himself express his attraction to Quinn. Not just her delicate little feet, but now able to oggle the entirety of her tight figure. He lingered on her hardening nipples, and studied her features. Examining the brushstrokes of the painting. Better still, he could see in her face a reciprocated attraction, watching him closely as pleasure began to overtake her, quickly reaching a strong orgasm, her toes curling in his mouth as she arched her back, her muscles tensing to endure the eruption. He kept going and she screamed a thank you - as dictated by the rules - but he was unsure if it was directed at him or to her master.

Watching from the sidelines, Meena fortified herself for the peirce of jealousy, but nothing came. Instead she found herself staring, like she was experiencing an out of body experience, and Quinn's pleasure was her own. That thrill she had felt when Will's cum had marked her returned again at being made to watch him live out a fantasy of his own. Had it really taken a situation as unfathomable as this one for all of them to live out their meagre desires. All these years and any of them could have done this any time, and instead Meena had let her pride get in the way.

Her musings were broken by the mounting pressure of the anal toy, as it began to expand painfully inside her. The touch screens flashed up silently with Meena's avatar and "Rule Four", but she couldn't recall which rule was which. Her eyes met Will's hardening cock, reminding her of the obligation to attend to every one of his erections. She fumbled over to him amidst the pain, taking his warm dick between her lips and pressing her tongue gently to the base of his cock. He wasn't all the way hard, and so she was patient, fondling him until he stiffened to her touch, before dotting kisses up his shaft. In turn, her clit was rewarded with soft buzzing, and soon she was moaning along with Quinn, Will occasionally grunting his appreciation into Quinn's toes. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Ellen came over to straddle Quinn's face, muffling the moaning with her wet pussy. Quinn's reaction was almost instinctive by now, pressing a hard-tipped tongue to her master's clit and flicking in left-right motions.

From afar, their positions were an impressive construction, all four of them lost in mounting pleasure: Ellen straddling her slave Quinn's face, who's toes were being sucked by Will, serviced dutifully by Meena. The orchestra of moaning and vibrating were captured through small microphones concealed all around the apartment, transmitted with high quality video to an ecstatic audience. The clientele for these unique predicaments paid handsomely for inventive scenes like this, with the ability to switch through numerous camera angles, express their admiration in the stream of comments, and even upgrade their membership to be able to store recordings, or participate in votes. As the orgy went on, a poll was held to decide whether the stars deserved a reward, alongside a premium-member vote for what the events of tomorrow should hold in store.

By the time the votes had concluded, the four friends were strewn across the corner sofa. Panting, slick with sweat and other sticky juices, they enjoyed a moment of calm, turning their actions over in their mind. Deepest in thought was Quinn, the awkward angle she was lying at causing the gemstone of her ring to dig into her finger. Rather than readjust her position, she let herself feel it. She should have felt guilty, or ashamed, but all of that was drowned out by the glow of excitement. How could her marriage mean so little? The greatest commitment of her life had been broken, against her will at times, but she was left only wanting more. The sharp stone against her skin felt fitting, it was the least she deserved. Despite telling herself how wrong this all was over-and-over again, she couldn't convince herself, and soon the exhaustion took hold.

After a while of floating between weary contentment and sleep, Will became suddenly aware of Ellen's lips on his. He instinctively returned the kiss, his hands stroking up her soft hips as she gripped his cock and rubbed, pressing herself against him. He could feel her smiling as they made out, her fingers deftly positioning his member between her legs, sliding herself down onto it. They moaned in harmony. Rather than thrusting up and down, Ellen instead rolled her hips, grinding her sensitive clit into him and digging her red nails into his shoulders for balance. He didn't think it would be possible to get hard again, and yet his cock ached. She parted their kiss, staring at him a moment and then deciding her work was done. Ellen stood up on the couch and moved aside, just as Meena yelped. Again the toy in her ass punished her for not responding immediately to Will's erection. Despite half-watching it play out before her, Meena hadn't registered what cruel trick Ellen was playing until now.

"Ellen, what the fuck?" said Meena, pushing her aside so she fell lightly on the couch. There wasn't time to say much more, as she was forced to crawl next to Will and give him a blowjob, tasting Ellen's sex on him as she worked. The flavour of another woman was jarring, but as much as Meena wanted to stop, as soon as she removed Will from her mouth, the pain in her ass resumed. She grumbled, forced to endure the taste as she angrily sucked him off. Still sensitive, he found it immediately uncomfortable and tried to push her away, but with the threat of more pain in her ass, she fought back and swatted his hands away. The vibrations were unwelcome too, her clit stinging at the sensation, but whenever she stopped, her anus was stretched until it burned and so she resumed her sucking. Slower this time so Will wouldn't resist.

It took him a moment to understand the situation, realising Ellen had used him as a way to control Meena indirectly. He grew increasingly aggravated but tried not to take it out on Meena, ignoring his discomfort and lying back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling and taking controlled breaths in an attempt to drown out the groaning around his dick. Meena suffered through the sensitivity of her clit, writhing and shuddering uncontrollably while attempting to maintain some semblance of rhythm. She hated the sour taste she was forced to endure, but soon she got used to it, the torment beginning to melt into a sensation that wasn't too unpleasant. It went on for ages, neither of them close to cumming but forced to continue on all the same. Meena's jaw began to ache, removing him from her mouth for a moment and working him with her bound hands, her fingers struggling to grip as they became quickly slimy.

"You're such a bitch," Meena cursed her friend, having to endure a short bout of pain from the expanding anal toy, before returning to work. It was worth it. Even now he still wasn't all the way hard, but he still moaned as she resumed sucking.

"Quinn honey, why don't you let Will enjoy those nipples of yours?" Ellen commanded, giving her a light shove on the shoulder to wake her fully. She was up and over to where he was lying on the couch in an instant, so quick that the anal toy never even got a chance to begin it's punishment. Straddling him, Quinn was sure to keep her hips up and away from where Meena was working, pressing her groin to Will's abdomen as she brought her bouncy breasts to his face. He didn't have a moment to protest before a small bud was rammed into his mouth, licking instinctively as they hardened pleasingly to his touch. Quinn was surprised at how hungry she still was for orgasms, her g-spot treated to more vibrations. Something about her body being pressed to his made it all the more fulfilling.

"Yes, just like that..." she found herself moaning, and soon he was moaning too. She switched over, presenting him with her other nipple as she struggled for balance, a difficult feat with her arms restrained so tightly behind her. Will used his hands to prop her up into a good position, continuing his sucking and playful biting, feeling how close Quinn was to climax, and knowing this would be the second time he had made her cum brought him closer too.

Meena was actually glad of Quinn's assistance, her jaw beginning to hurt. The scent of her friend's sex filled her senses, and Meena was surprised to find it so arousing. Pulling Will's cock free from her warm mouth, she stroked expertly, pleading "Can I cum please?"

"Yes," he managed to mumble as his face was smothered with Quinn's pillowy tits, glad she was getting as close to orgasm as he was. Quinn had to request permission of her own, blurting it out in a near-scream and immediately granted permission, just in time for Will to feel her erupt, squirting her juices down his torso. Next was Meena with a yelp, then Will, his balls aching as jizz shot out of him and into his slave's mouth. It felt good, but also hurt a little from over-stimulation. He had to push Meena's head away immediately, Quinn falling to the side in the crossfire.

"S-sorry!" he said to Meena, "It's just getting a bit much."

"Yeah well, maybe stop getting hard every ten minutes." She snapped, aiming an angry glare at Ellen. Despite being the only one who hadn't just orgasmed, she seemed to have gotten a lot of pleasure out of it. Meena was pissed off enough to consider starting an argument, but in truth she didn't have the energy. Her wrists throbbed from being cuffed for so long, her knees were sore, and her body had been wracked with enough pleasure to leave her drained. She gave a sigh and sat back on her ankles, her face still sticky with cum and letting the exhaustion set in again. The mood was matched by everyone else. Meena wondered if the ceiling spotlights and the artificial windows had dimmed or if it was just her imagination, sensing it was getting to late-afternoon. How long had they been going now? It felt like hours had passed since their showers.

A soft mechanical whirring emanated from the kitchen, and Will looked over to see the middle drawer of the kitchen island was opening, the now signature LED-lighting around the rim.

Meena sighed, "Let me guess, another key?"

He leapt over the sofa to find that she was right, lifting out the ornate key and turning to the room instinctively for a joint decision on whether he should put it in the door. Like last time, he found himself intrigued by what would happen if he turned the key, so rather than wait for a response from the room, he strode over to the door, slotting the key in place and turning it.

The three girls' collars unclasped in an instant and clattered to the ground. Both Meena and Quinn's cuffs opened too, releasing them as their vibrators slowed to a halt. Quinn's shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in hours, and she used her newfound freedom to shake off her cuffs and massage her wrists in front of her, rubbing at the indent left by the metal. The open drawer in the kitchen island closed, and all of them were surprised when no new command came. No new toys presented.

There was a collective sigh of relief.

Quinn thought she heard the telltale click of unlocking doors, and walked over to try the bathroom, finding it open. Slinking inside to freshen up, she removed her vibrator carefully, her pussy now extremely sensitive. She tossed the slippery silicone toy in the sink, then tried removing the plug. The strength in her arms hadn't returned yet, and she felt a bit shaky, so pressed her back to the cold tiled wall and eased herself down until her bare bum met the floor. The cold somehow lessened the discomfort of the butt plug, and she looked forward to removing it. Sexy as it was to feel so full. She took a few moments to herself, steadying her breathing and reflecting on the last twenty-four hours. After a while, she finally emerged with all her toys removed and feeling refreshed. The apartment was being unusually kind, even allowing her another shower, without having to perform some new debauchery, though she had found herself strangely disappointed at that.

She approached Will, stood mindlessly staring up at one of the large art pieces, her presence awoke him from his daydreaming with a smile.

"Feel better?" he asked, and she nodded without making eye contact. Facing away from him she spotted Meena exiting the other bathroom freshly clean, then trying one of the bedroom doors and disheartened to find it locked. As she turned back to Will, he asked, "Do you think they're going to let us out of here?"

"Well," Quinn sighed, having considered this herself already, "Our check-out time was tomorrow at noon, so I guess we'll find out soon enough."

"What if this is it?" asked Ellen, joining their conversation having overheard it on her way into the kitchen. She was raiding the cupboards and drawers in search of food, but found most locked shut. "What if, we're all just locked in here forever, forced to fuck each other in every concievable way until they get bored?"

The room grew somber. Even Meena was listening in now from where she had slumped onto the couch.

"I don't think that'll happen," said Will confidently, breaking the silence, "we're only two keys away from unlocking the door. So far, whenever we have gone along with the rules, we've been rewarded. We're not given much choice, but whoever is watching us seems to like it when we play along."

Meena seemed taken aback by this statement, "so, you think we're being watched too then?" she probed, glad to know someone had been thinking about this too. He gave a reluctant nod, and the validation sent a shiver down her spine. To her it was the only explanation for why someone would be playing these games with them, but agreeing aloud that people were getting off watching them have sex felt more menacing.

"We do put on a good show." Quinn said with uncharacteristically dark humour, looking to Ellen for a reaction and rewarded with a rebellious smile. She wasn't ready to descend into panic just yet, deciding that was a worry for tomorrow. For Will and Meena, seeing her calm was enough to ease their nerves.

As if to punctuate their collective ease, Ellen finally happened upon a cupboard door that opened, finding an array of snacks inside, from crisps to peanuts and snack bars. She wrapped her arms around as much as she could carry, dumping it on the top of the kitchen island, all of them crowding around to pick something out. On the other side of the kitchen island, the top drawer whirred open, the familiar white light spilling out.

Ellen was the first to investigate, "No fucking way," she mumbled, reaching in with both hands and taking out two bottles of beer, the glass frosty with cold. The sight surprised them all, and they couldn't help but chuckle as the tension in the room eased further. They came closer, finding each of their favourite beverages were stocked: beers, fruity ciders, cans of pre-mixed vodka and coke, and the kind of small wine bottles served on airplanes. Ellen twisted open the top of a beer bottle and knocked it back with a satisfied sigh. She handed Meena a can of vodka and coke, and she took it reluctantly.

Wandering away from the kitchen, Ellen took a deep breath and peered over at the three keys lodged in the door: two empty slots remaining. Their group was little more than platonic when they had arrived, and now they had spent the best part of a day locked in a series of orgies. Will came to stand beside her, now holding a bottle of cider and joined her in staring at the keys at the door reminiscing. His eyes trailed from the keys over to the bedroom doors, lingering on the one Quinn had been trapped in when they had first arrived, music booming out as she fell into the first of the traps laid out for them. The memory gave him an idea. Approaching the touch-screen next to the large living room paintings, he tapped the screen and it came to life with a friendly interface which included an icon for music. A single play button was presented, so he pressed it and the speakers in the ceiling burst to life, playing chart tunes at a volume where they could still just about hear one another talk.

Will smiled back to Elle. Now it felt like they were actually on holiday. Ellen began to sway to the music as the lights dimmed further, and it almost felt normal to have a few drinks together, even if they were all naked. He approached, considering dancing with her, but instead found himself recalling the events from earlier, and angrily blurting, "You're an ass."

"I know," said Ellen wryly, "That last move when I made Meena suck you off after getting you all worked up was definitely a dick move." She spoke confidently, locking her smokey eyes on him. "Funny though."

He tried to fight back a smile as he rolled his eyes but failed. He supposed it was his fault for expecting her to be any less than the manipulative antagoniser she had been so far. She had never hidden that fact, and he had to admit that he was rather fond of her. Even now as he was pretending to be mad at her, she continued dancing, snaking her beautiful body along to the music and making eyes at him. She pulled his arm into her and he reluctantly joined in, moving his body to the music. Ellen was pleasantly surprised to find he could actually dance, and imagined he might be the type found at some warehouse rave, jangling with jewellery and draped in trendy-yet-alternative loose clothing as he swayed with the crowd. She would have picked him out in a scene like that, she was sure of it. The quiet reserved types always caught her attention.