Episode 1
The klaxon blared and a crimson warning light swept menacingly across the dimly lit control room of the crippled rescue submarine as the Isabel and her three companions fought frantically to stem the rising water level. The water was already up to Isabel’s waist and it seemed the more she and her companions did to try to stop it the faster it rose.
‘This is way too fucking realistic,’ Tiffany shouted as the metal deck plate beneath their feet pitched to the left and the whole room tilted by about ten degrees sending a wave across the cramped chamber that nearly swamped her.
‘Does anyone remember where the Panic Button is?’ Priya asked.
‘We don’t need the Panic Button,’ Isabel said as calmly as she could, her hand dancing across the aging control panel in front of her, flicking switches and turning dials in an attempt to find the right combination. ‘We’re escape room champions and we’re going to get that $100,000 when we get out of here.’
‘If we get out of here.’ Pryia shouted. Isabel glanced round to see her throw back her long dark plait and take another breath before plunging below the water to change the flow valves in the pipes they had uncovered below the floor as the sub had crashed.
‘We’ll get out,’ Isabel said as much to calm herself as her other two companions. ‘How’s it going Tiff?’
‘I’m up to my tits in freezing seawater,’ Tiff called back. The buxom redhead was wrestling with a rusty escape hatch. ‘How do you fucking think it’s going?’
‘We’ll be fine Tiff,’ Isabel reassured. ‘Any joy Charlie?’
Charlotte was sitting cross legged in an alcove about two feet about the water level flicking through a ring binder with glossy laminated pages. She was the only one of the four women who wasn’t soaked. ‘The schematics show some sort of escape pod in the roof.’ She looked up, her blue eyes scanning the steel roof, following the pipes and ventilation ducts. ‘There!’ she said, triumphantly, climbing to her feet and leaping from her perch to swing from the bars of a roof ladder, her long blonde hair flying. Reaching the hatch, she lifted her feet to kick at the panel, pushing it back to reveal an airlock door.
‘Well done, Charlie,’ Isabel called although even as she spoke, she was thinking how bloody typical it was that the three of them were down here, up to their arses in freezing water getting a soaking while miss perfect with her blonde hair and gorgeously athletic body was up there keeping herself warm and dry and still managing to look bloody beautiful in the loose coveralls they’d been given to wear.
To her right, Tiffany was wading back towards her from what was now the downhill end of the room, red hair plastered to her skin and the coverall clinging to her large breasts and outlining her startlingly erect nipples.
‘Bloody typical.’ The redhead glanced up at Charlotte who was swinging from the wheel that opened the hatch, grunting with effort as she tried to turn it.
At that moment Priya surfaced, taking in a gasp of air, blinking water from her large dark eyes as it streamed from her thick dark hair. ‘I cannot stop it,’ she said and then looked up to see Charlotte’s legs swinging wildly as the rusty hatch mechanism yielded to her efforts. ‘Again?’ She said quietly looking from Isabel to Tiffany.
Isabel shrugged and nodded as Priya stood, the water draining from the loose coveralls, sucking the material against the dark skin of her body. Not for the first time, Isabel envied her friend’s dark exotic looks and her gently rounded form.
With the hatch open, they scrambled up into the room above, another steel chamber but, aside from the puddles they created themselves, blissfully dry.
Not unusually, Isabel was the last one up, throwing up a handful of potentially useful items she’d scavenged from the control room stuffed into a ‘Utopia Enterprises’ bag.
‘Shut the hatch, would you Izzy?’ Charlotte said, glancing over her shoulder. The blonde was already exploring the room although there wasn’t much else to see, just three steel walls, one with a hatch similar to that which they’d just climbed through and a fourth wall with four glass fronted chambers each containing what looked like a black rubber diving suit.
Isabel closed the hatch, turning the locking wheel.
‘I’m guessing we have to get to the suits and then go out of the hatch,’ Tiffany said.
‘Doh?’ Charlotte said. ‘Really?’
‘Stop it you two,’ Isabel snapped. Charlotte did tend to get up people’s noses but it was usually Tiffany who piqued first.
‘There!’ Priya said, squeezing water from her long dark plait and throwing it over her shoulder then sweeping the hair that had come loose back with it. ‘It’s a slot for one of those keys we found in the locker.’
‘Just as well one of us thought to bring them.’ Isabel opened the bag and produced the oddly shaped geometric rods that they’d found which were very much not in keeping with the old fashioned steam punk style control room below.
There were four keys, four slots and four suits.
And there were four of them…
‘What is this stuff?’ Tiffany asked.
‘Feels like rubber,’ said Charlotte.
‘It’s definitely not rubber,’ Isabel assured them. When not seeking out Escape Rooms she was an engineer. ‘Some sort of carbon fibre. I’d say it was graphene,’ she said, rubbing the material between her fingers. ‘Except that you can’t make a suit out of graphene.’
‘We need to get them on,’ Tiffany said, ripping open her coverall to give everyone a clear view of her truly magnificent breasts with their arresting pink nipples and then sliding her legs out to reveal the rest of her voluptuous, pale skinned figure.
‘Do you think anyone’s watching?’ Priya asked, looking around. Most escape rooms had security cameras and in a couple of the big competitors they’d entered, the feed had been streamed to a spectators’ area.
‘Probably somewhere,’ Tiffany said, looking around and quite deliberately turning and sticking out her tongue as she blatantly displayed her naked body to anyone who might be looking.
‘Slut!’ mouthed Isabel as Tiffany completed her rotation, arms outstretched.
Tiffany grinned. ‘If you’ve got it, flaunt it.’ She cupped her right breast and lifted it to her face, her pink tongue licking the huge pink nipple. ‘Come and get me, boys,’ she said out loud. ‘Don’t keep Tiffany waiting.’
Isabel pulled off her own coverall wishing she could be as confident in her body as her friend. It wasn’t that she had a bad body, it was just a bit ordinary; 34-22-34, A-cup or, maybe a B on a good day with a decent bra. She’d done classical ballet for years and while she was toned and elegant she knew her shape didn’t appeal to the boys she met whose eyes always seemed drawn to gorgeous blonde Charlotte or bouncy, bubbly Tiffany. Priya was a little different; she didn’t date although that was not from want of offers.
The suits fitted perfectly. Rather too perfectly, Isabel thought as it tightened round her body, apparently squeezing and shaping it with ease.
‘Whoa!’ Tiffany staggered. ‘Did anyone else get that?’
‘What?’ Isabel looked round. ‘Oh…!’
Isabel got it. The suit was extremely close fitting…intimate might be a better term.
‘It feels like someone’s trying to drive a butt-plug inside me,’ Tiffany said.
All three other girls looked at her.
‘What?’ The redhead looked at them. ’Don’t tell me you’ve never tried one.’
‘I can’t say I ever have,’ Priya said somewhat primly.
‘They’re not all they’re cracked up to be,’ Charlotte said, her cheeks reddening in a most un-Charlotte like way. ‘Not that I’m an expert, obviously...’
As well as pressing on her anal sphincter Isabel could feel the suit flowing across her sex; exploring…probing. She understood now why Charlotte was blushing.
‘I must say this is the first time I’ve ever been groped by an inanimate object,’ Tiffany said, her cheeks colouring and her breath quickening. ‘Is anyone else having this problem or did I get the pervy suit?’
‘No!’ said Isabel, aware of the firm but constant pressure against her own anal ring and the suit settling against her sex. ‘I think we’re all getting it. Must be made of some sort of smart molecule.’
‘Just as long as it does not go any deeper,’ Priya said, her eyes wide.
‘It seems to have stopped,’ Isabel said with a gasp of relief. Having insinuated itself between her labia the suit seemed to have paused in the edge of full penetration.
‘Mine too,’ Tiffany said. ‘Bit of a shame really.’
‘Slut,’ opined Charlotte.
‘Takes one to know one,’ Tiffany snapped back.
‘Ladies,’ Isabel and Priya chorussed.
‘We’re safe and we have a means of escape,’ Isabel continued. As she spoke, she glanced to one side catching sight of her reflection in the polished steel of the wall; a slim and very obviously feminine figure in a tight, shiny, black and rubbery looking sheath. The suit covered every part of her body except her face and had somehow closed itself around her curly dark hair leaving it hanging behind her head in a ponytail which she thought was rather odd as she was sure she hadn’t pulled it through.
She thought the others looked good too; curvaceous Tiffany, her red hair positively glowing in contrast to the shiny black material; Priya with the suit stretched across her strikingly large breasts and demonstrating a remarkable thigh gap for her size; and Charlotte looking as bloody perfect as ever.
It did, Isabel thought, make her own breasts look bigger…and her nipples were really standing out.
They knew where they had to go next and after opening the airlock Isabel led them into the chamber where they stood around the edge of the ‘exit’; a pool of deep green, almost black seawater that ebbed and flowed and splashed up onto the deck.
‘Shame these suits don’t have a mask,’ Priya said.
‘You can’t have everything,’ Tiffany said. ’So who’s first.’
‘Come on,’ Isabel took a deep breath and jumped.
The first thing she noticed as she plunged into the chill water was the way it slid across the suit and she found her momentum carried her down so far that her ears throbbed. She brought her hand up to her nose to clear them and felt something hard in the way. When she opened her eyes, she found the suit did have a mask, some sort of clear plastic visor across her face. She looked round to see the others making the same discovery. They had fins too and when she kicked, she found that so did she; the gloves of the suit had become webbed too.
‘Nice.’ She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
‘Yeah, weird,’ Tiffany’s voice appeared in her ear.
She kicked out and swam towards the entrance of the main ‘research base.’
They scrambled up into another steel room which almost mirrored the one they had left, their masks vanishing as they cleared the water into the relative safety of the base their ‘mission’ briefing had told them they would be exploring. ‘We’ve lost all contact…’ was the dramatised introduction and 'you are being sent to investigate’. Isabel couldn’t help thinking that, in the early day of Escape Room scenarios, getting out of the submarine would have been considered an adventure, but that was just the precursor to the main event allowing them to start their adventure, now trapped in an underwater research base from which they had to escape, presumably without the use of the submarine they had just crashed and abandoned.
She sat for a moment, catching her breath and feeling a little like a beached seal beside Charlotte’s mermaid as she waited for the fins that had grown from the boots or, perhaps that should have been ‘socks’, of the suit to disappear. She might have thought about this further, given time and fewer distractions but she had entered the adventure and somehow seemed to just know it would happen.
‘Did anyone else find…?’ Priya’s voice broke the silence. ‘That their suit sort of rubs.’
‘Sure does,’ Tiffany said with a grin. ‘I might take mine home as a souvenir.’ She gave a wiggle that, from a large breasted girl and black rubber was decidedly sexy.
‘My nipples are really tingling,’ Charlotte said absently, rubbing them.
Isabel stayed quiet. She knew exactly what the others were talking about. As she’d swum the suit had seemed to rub her erogenous zones and she knew that if she’d been in the water for much longer, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands away from her crotch. It certainly wasn’t the exertion of the swim that had made her breathless and flushed. At least sitting still stopped that distraction although the suit was very much still pressing intimately at her sex and insistently at her back passage and for some reason, her nipples were tingling too.
‘We’re not going to have to crawl out are we?’ Priya asked after a moment looking at the page fins that were apparently moulded to her suit.
‘You could take your suit off,’ said Tiffany with a mischievous tone in her voice and a wink to Isabel.
‘But I left my clothes…’ Priya protested, stopping when she realised she was being baited.
‘I’m not sure we can get them off,’ Charlotte observed. She’d somehow managed to tear her fingers away from her nipples and was pulling at the edge of the suit where it circled her face.
‘We must be able to get them off,’ Isabel said. ‘I remember…’ She had been about to say she remembered zipping hers up but then she realised she didn’t; a bit like she didn’t remember sliding her hair through the back of the hood. She certainly hadn’t worked it intimately between her labia or pushed it deep between her buttocks.
‘It’s ok,’ Priya said. ‘It’s changing.’
Isabel looked at her feet. The fins were narrowing, tapering into…points and then swelling.
‘I think mine has got stuck,’ Charlotte said. ‘Looking at her own boots.’
‘I can’t help thinking they look like hooves,’ said Priya.
‘Stage one transformation complete,’ a voice said.
‘I think somebody’s having a laugh at our expense,’ Tiffany said.
‘Yeah,’ said Charlotte. ‘Take four hot girls, get their clothes wet, make them strip and dress them in black rubber.’ She looked around. ‘Face it girls. We’ve been had. I bet there’s no $100,000 prize either.’
‘They said this would be a challenge,’ Isabel said, levering herself to her feet and balancing on the ‘hooves’. ‘Just like my ballet days.’
She had to admit that Charlotte and Tiffany had a point, except the part about getting wet, of course, on Charlotte’s part. There she was, slim, ultra slim in fact and very female in what appeared to be a tight black shiny rubber catsuit. There were websites that showed girls just like she appeared to be now with her waist cinched in ludicrously tightly, making her breasts and hips stand out in a slimmer but not no less appealing version of Tiffany. The suit definitely made her breasts look bigger and her nipples; and as for her bottom…well, if she was honest, that looked round and shiny and gorgeous and so did her legs which appeared clad in shiny stockings or boots that seemed to go on forever.
‘Come on.’ She tottered en-point over to Tiffany to help her to her feet. ‘We can’t stay here all day.’
‘Very kinky,’ Tiffany said as they stood for a moment holding hands, Isabel supporting her friend and steadying her. ‘I have a pair of toe boots at home.’ She grinned. ‘Guess I should have practiced more.’
Tiffany was bent over more than was necessary making her fully rounded bottom and her large breasts stick out.
‘You’ll be fine,’ Isabel reassured her. She was about to turn away when Tiffany cried out, her free hand going to her breasts; she wobbled dangerously but Isabel steadied her.
‘Tiff?’
‘Did any of you get that?’ Tiffany gasped her hand clutching her right nipple.
‘Stage two transformation initiated,’ the voice said.
The other girls looked around nervously but only Tiffany seemed affected.
‘I think the suit just pierced my nipples,’ Tiffany said, her fingers probing.
Isabel could see Tiffany’s large breasts were even more prominent and her nipples looked huge but there was nothing obvious to see. Then, suddenly, her suit began to peel away, starting at the nipple and exposing the skin of both her breasts and there, in her large swollen pink nipples were a pair of black rings about an inch and a half across and a quarter of an inch thick.
‘Fuck,’ Tiffany said pushing her finger through one of the rings.
‘Swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
‘Wha…?’ Tiffany got no further.
The material of the suit flowed across her mouth and forced its way inside. ‘Mmmphh.’ The redhead’s cheeks bulged, her blue eyes wide. Tiffany’s hands went to her mouth, fingers clawing the black material.
‘Interference beyond parameters of scenario,’ the voice said. ‘Restraint initiated.’
Isabel watched as the redhead’s hands appeared to be gradually pulled away from her face and guided behind her back as if by some unseen force.
Isabel sprung forward to help as Tiffany looked at her, panic evident in her blue eyes wide. With her mouth completely sealed her breathing was loud through her nose.
‘Oh my god,Tiff,’ Isabel looked at her helpless friend. There was a clear bulge where the gag filled her mouth and the suit seemed to have taken on a shape as if was held in by a thick strap behind her head; other ‘straps’ ran up her cheek to meet over her nose where they joined the hood of the suit over her forehead. Behind her back, her arms formed a triangle with what appeared to be thick back straps superimposed over the suit pinning her wrists and elbows together, more of the raised bands ran over her shoulders as if holding the restraint more tightly in place.
‘It certainly is kinky,’ said Priya, tottering over to Tiffany and tracing one of the straps over her shoulder.
Tiffany stood wide eyed and bare breasted, clearly adjusting to the situation.
‘Mmmmnnggg…’ She reeled again and Priya and Isabel grabbed her quickly to stop her falling.
‘Tiff!’ Isabel felt a surge of panic. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Mmmmnngg.’ Tiffany tipped her head back, nostrils flaring and her face flushing. ‘Nnnnngghh.’ She shook her head, her red hair flying behind it. ‘Nnnggmmphh.’ Tiffany began writhing, swaying on the boots supported between Isabel and Priya. ‘Mmmphh…nggg…aaaa…’
‘It’s hurting her,’ Isabel shouted, frightened.
Tiffany shook her head, eyes wide, panting and squirming. ‘Nnngghh.’
‘Tiff,’ Isabel asked. ‘What’s the matter?’
Tiffany shook her head again; the panicky look was fading and her movements were calming down.
Isabel waited anxiously; relieved that whatever was affecting her friend was passing.
‘What did it mean by stage two?’ Priya asked. ‘It clearly only affected Tiffany.’
‘Mmbbbmm.’ Tiffany tried to explain but the gag was totally effective in rendering her speech incomprehensible.
‘We should go on,’ Charlotte said from the other side of the room, apparently less concerned about the redhead’s odd behaviour.
‘She can’t stay like this for the rest of the escape,’ Isabel said.
‘Maybe it’s part of the puzzle,’ Priya said. ‘Maybe there’s some sort of key in the next room.’
‘Really?’ Isabel said doubtfully.
Priya shrugged. ‘Well, we can’t stay here.’
‘Tiff?’ Isabel asked. ‘Can you…?’
‘Mmmm.’ Tiffany nodded toward the door and took a hesitant step forward.
A simple combination lock comprising the coordinates of the base got them out of the airlock through a sliding steel panel and into what had once been a space-age hexagonal corridor but in the flickering overhead lights they could see it was now blasted and scorched, sections of the shiny white plastic walls melted and warped in places; debris from the ductways that had once run across the ceiling lay scattered on the floor and pipes hung down venting steam while severed wires sparked.
‘This has got to be one of the best rooms we’ve done,’ said Priya, supporting Tiffany from one side while Isabel supported her from the other. ‘It’s really realistic.’
‘Sure is,’ Isabel reached out and ran her fingers over a scorch-mark in the wall; whatever the suit was made of it didn’t interfere with her sense of touch and even seemed to enhance it, allowing her to feel every ripple and deformity in the scorched plastic.
Charlotte walked ahead of them carefully stepping over the debris and avoiding the wires.
‘I guess this explains why they lost contact with the base,’ Charlotte said, referring them back to the scenario briefing. ‘They want us to know something pretty serious must have happened.’
Isabel guided Tiffany over a broken pipe. The redhead’s breathing had calmed down and she was less flushed but the gag still covered her mouth and her arms were still firmly secured behind her back.
‘I wonder if this panel works.’ Charlotte pressed a button beneath a view screen which flickered to life revealing a black and white image of a woman’s face, suitably grim and haggard, her blonde hair tied behind her head. The image vanished in static then distorted dramatically before reappearing.
‘I’m all out of options,’ the woman said, her image moving back away from the screen to reveal that she was naked and implying she had gone beyond the point of caring; she was carrying a very large space-age looking gun that was as grimy as she was. Behind her, another figure appeared, a second woman although this one wore one of the black suits similar to those which Isabel and her friends now wore. This one, however, differed in a number of ways: firstly, it covered the woman’s entire head effectively blindfolding her and bulged over her mouth in the same way as Tiffany’s now did, suggesting she was gagged too; like Tiffany’s the suit had peeled back to reveal the woman’s breasts which were huge and also pierced through the nipples with black rings; the woman’s arms were barely visible but when she turned to the side guided by the naked woman with the gun it was possible to see that her arms were tightly folded up high behind her back, her hands encased in some sort of mitten that was attached to the back of what looked like a collar around her neck but was probably just a thickening of the suit; her arms were encased in folds of the suit finishing at her elbows which were linked by what appeared to be a short strap but, like the collar and like the ‘straps’ on Tiffany’s restraint, were probably parts of the suit.
Like the four girls, this woman’s waist was tightly constricted so as to appear impossibly thin compared to the flare of her hips and her enormous breasts with their massive dark areoles that were at least as big as a person’s hand giving her the appearance of being intensely aroused; the woman’s hips and the top of her legs were bare as were her large round buttocks but thin filaments of suit ran down between her legs suggesting that the suit continued to exert its presence on her sex and probably her anus too; a large ring like those in her nipples pierced her clitoral hood; more strips of suit supported what looked like stockings or thigh high boots that ended in ‘hooves’ like those the girls wore; a band of the suit perhaps eight inches long linked the woman’s ankles and where it attached the suit seemed thicker as if she were locked in cuffs. The naked woman had clearly been guiding the hooded, helpless one by a leash that was attached to her nipple rings and when she drew on the leash the helpless, suited woman came closer bumping into the naked one.
‘It’s ok.’ The naked woman turned and stroked the side of her companion’s head and spoke soothingly. ‘I’ll get us out of here, my love.’
The hooded woman pointed her face at the other in what might have been a tender moment but then suddenly her head tipped back and she gave a muffled yelp.
‘Oh, my darling.’ The naked blonde held her helpless companion. ‘I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done to you.’
Whether the helpless woman heard her companion or not, she was not comforted and began writhing in the same way as Tiffany had done, mewling into her gag, her body shaking.
‘Fight it!’ The naked blonde said, grabbing her companion’s dark ponytail.
The writhing woman shook her head miserably, she was panting hard through her nostrils, as her body writhed, hips gyrating, huge breasts bouncing; she seemed to be pressing her legs together and Isabel, wondering if the suit was inflicting some sort of pain on her sex, tore her eyes away from the helpless captive to look at Tiffany.
Tiffany’s blue eyes were wide and glistening with tears as she watched the screen and Isabel saw her shake her head and heard her give a faint gasp then a long moan that was similar to the one they’d just heard on the screen.
‘Unngghhhhhhhhhh.’ Tiffany shook her head more vigorously, her eyes pleading, then her legs buckled. ‘Nnnnmmmhhh.’
On the screen the hooded woman mirrored the redhead’s distress, collapsing to the floor writhing and thrashing.
‘Please, my love.’ The naked woman spoke in a hoarse whisper. ‘They’ll hear you.’
But the woman did not hear and simply lay thrashing on her side before rolling onto her belly and lifting her legs. ‘Mmmmmhhhhhhooohhh.’
The naked woman stood, temporarily abandoned her helpless companion and spoke into the screen, her eyes wild and her expression fearful.
‘See…’ she said. ‘See what he's done to us.’ She gestured to the woman on the floor who continued to cry out through her gag, arching her back as she rolled on the floor. ‘The airlock’s sealed… I can’t get out and I wouldn’t survive out there without my suit anyway.’ She glanced to the side. ‘They’re coming… I should fight but I can’t…won’t kill them, not my own crew.’
There was a noise off to her right, the clank of metal, and the woman glanced fearfully towards it.
‘They’re almost here. If you find this remember the Workers will ignore you but you’ll have to hide from the Hunters. I tried to get to the emergency release mechanism to return us to the surface but I couldn’t, so I rescued Clare from solitary and planned to escape. I’m not going to make it now. I’ve left more information for you in the maintenance tunnels. Get into them as soon as you can. The Hunters can’t enter them.’
The clanking seemed to get louder metal feet or boots on the deck plating.
‘Beware of the suits,’ she said, glancing back at the screen. ‘You’ll need one of these.’ She held up a disc. ‘Manual override. I used it to remove my own suit but Kink’s deactivated it and I can’t get Clare’s off.’
She glanced down at the helpless writhing woman on the floor.
A shadow loomed over her.
‘Shit…Hunter…’ The woman turned and pointed the rifle but as she had foretold did not pull the trigger. She glanced across at the screen. ‘This is Base Commander Briga Songsten signing off for the last time.’ She gripped the rifle tightly, lifted the muzzle and fired at the ceiling. ‘Come get us. Come rescue my crew from that madman, Kink.’
The picture distorted, then they saw an image of falling debris, the cable sparking close to her body; there was a second muzzle flash and burning metal dripped around her.
At that moment, tendrils of rope or cable began to snake around her body and they saw the flash of a metal claw. ‘No!’ She struggled violently but the black substance steadily overwhelmed her, tightening as it engulfed her body before coalescing to create the sheer smoothness of one of the black suits and a moment later, she was dragged away leaving the helpless woman writhing and screaming on the floor.
Beside Isabel, Tiffany was writhing and screaming too.
‘This is crazy,’ Priya said. ‘We have to end the scenario.’
‘Not yet,’ Charlotte called back.
At that moment, Tiffany stilled and opened her eyes looking up at Isabel.
‘Tiff? Are you ok?’
Tiffany nodded and the gag slid back from her mouth allowing her to gasp in air.
‘What happened?’ Isabel asked, her voice full of concern.
‘The suit,’ Tiffany gasped.
‘What’s it doing to you? Did it hurt you?’
Tiffany shook her head gasping; there was saliva dribbling from her soft pink lips.
‘Not hurt…’ She tried unsuccessfully to sit up. ‘This thing has just shoved a dildo the size of Nelson’s Column in my fanny and filled my arse with something that feels like the Eiffel Tower…and until just now they were both buzzing away furiously.’ She forced a smile. ‘I’ve just had the biggest fucking orgasm of my life.’
‘Swearing violation. Stage two punishment initiated.’
The material of the suit rolled back across Tiffany’s face but this time did not stop with just her mouth, it spread across over her eyes too, blindfolding her and leaving her head completely encased except for two breathing holes over her nose.
‘Tiff,’ Isabel called but it was too late.
‘Actually, it doesn’t sound that bad,’ said Priya.
‘What do you mean?’ Isabel looked at her angrily.
‘Well, I wouldn’t mind,’ said Priya with a shrug. ‘’Would you?’
‘What?’ Isabel asked, bewildered. ‘Be trussed up like that and gagged and blindfolded?’
‘And forced to orgasm,’ Priya added a sly smile on her face. ‘I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind. Though I’m still a virgin so I wouldn’t want the Nelson’s Column part.’
Isabel tried to ignore the warmth her own suit was creating between her legs and the persistent tingling in her nipples which seemed to be becoming more sensitive every time she thought about them.
‘Oh come on,’ Priya said, her face reddening. ‘Everybody does self bondage when they masturbate don’t they?’
Charlotte and Isabel exchanged glances then Charlotte bent and picked up a cord of some sort from the floor. ‘Come on you two.’ She tossed it to Isabel. It was the leash that the naked woman had been guiding her helpless companion with, a leather strap with a wrist loop that forked and ended in two hooks.
‘I can’t lead her round by the nipples,’ Isabel protested.
‘Well we can’t leave her here,’ Charlotte said. ‘And we can’t stay here or one of those Hunter things might come by and we can kiss goodbye to $100,000.’
‘I’m not sure we should continue,’ Isabel said standing up. ‘This is all a bit too much and it’s not fair on Tiffany.’
‘I really wouldn’t mind, if it was me,’ Priya said.
‘No,’ Isabel said darkly. ‘We should pull the plug.’
‘Tiff would want us to carry on,’ Charlotte said. ‘Priya.’
‘I say we go on too,’ said Priya with a smile. ‘No fucking arguments,’ she added deliberately.
‘Swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
The gag filled Priya’s mouth and, as it did so, Isabel saw her smile.
‘Alright,’ Isabel nodded, acquiescing, and she and Priya hauled the helpless Tiffany to her feet. Then Isabel hooked the leash to the rings in the redhead’s nipples. ‘Sorry, Tiff.’
‘Mmm.’ Tiffany shrugged, seeming to imply she understood and, perhaps as Priya had suggested, didn’t really mind.
That’s when the lights went out.
Charlotte led, picking her way using a flashlight Isabel had scavenged from the submarine and Isabel followed, guiding the helpless Tiffany on the leash hooked onto her nipples. Priya walked behind, her eyes white in the darkness and, when Isabel looked round in flashes of light, she was sure she caught her friend deliberately touching her breasts and sex. Keeping her hands away from her own erogenous zones was proving quite a challenge. She tried to tell herself it was a comfort thing but if she was honest she felt randier as she’d been for some time.’
‘That was fun,’ said Priya suddenly.
‘Just don’t swear again,’ Isabel called back.
‘Shhh!’ Charlotte turned.
There was a clanking sound and the scrape of metal on metal.
‘Shit!’ Priya hissed then clamped her hand to her mouth.
‘Swearing violation. Punishment initiated.’
Charlotte shone the torch back as Priya’s suit engulfed her face.
‘Fuck!’ Charlotte said. ‘Oh…’ She too clasped her hand over her mouth.
‘Swearing violation. Punishment initiated.’
‘Great work,’ said Isabel sarcastically.
Charlotte lifted her hands in a gesture of helplessness clearly trying to indicate that it wasn’t her fault.
‘Light,’ said Isabel pointing at the torch.
Charlotte looked at her uncomprehending then turned off the torch plunging them into darkness again.
A moment later another light appeared at the end of the corridor, bright like a searchlight behind which lurked the sound of clanking metal footsteps.
‘What do we do?’ Isabel hissed then, realising she wasn’t going to get an answer, she felt suddenly alone.
It was at that moment that Tiffany began to moan.
‘Tiff,’ Isabel hissed urgently. ‘Not now.’
Tiffany’s moans got louder and Isabel pulled on her leash drawing her closer. Tiffany yelped at the sudden tug on her nipples then moaned again.
‘Charlie,’ Isabel whispered. ‘Hide Priya.’
‘Mmmm,’ Tiffany moaned again.
The metal footsteps approached slowly but inexorably and Isabel pulled Tiffany against her whispering to her to keep quiet in much the same way as Commander Songsten had done to her companion and, presumably, lover. In the darkness, she thought Tiffany nodded her understanding as she stood trembling in Isabel’s arms a black figure in the total blackness of the corridor. It was at that moment that Isabel realised it wasn’t just trembling. Tiffany’s crotch was pressed up against Isabel’s thighs and it was definitely vibrating.
The helpless redhead’s breathing was ragged through her nostrils and she was whimpering quietly.
‘Oh, Tiff,’ Isabel realised how much stimulation Tiffany was enduring and squeezed the helpless girl tighter, pulling her friend’s head against her chest and pressing her back against the wall in the darkness more than aware of what that the vibrator was doing to her own body. She hoped that the machine or alien or whatever it was wouldn’t be able to see them in the darkness but there was nowhere to hide.
‘Just keep quiet a little longer.’ She stroked the smooth surface of Tiffany’s hood and planted a kiss on the top of Tiffany’s head realising she was in part doing this for her own reassurance.
Maybe it was the darkness; maybe it was the unknown; maybe it was the thought of what her own suit might do to her, binding her or gagging and blindfolding her, robbing her of her ability to move, to see, to speak or, worse, of her autonomy; maybe it was the constant and, frankly, distracting sexual stimulation that was interfering with her usual calm assessment of such situations.
The clanking footsteps came closer and Isabel realised she was actually scared; this scenario was too realistic; Escape Rooms were a series of intellectual puzzles and maybe a few simple physical tasks which she usually left to Charlotte; not jumping out of crashed submarines and being hunted in the dark by bizarre metal creatures while…
Tiffany’s knees buckled.
It was hard to see past the light but she thought the figure was about seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid. Steel glinted in reflected light as the creature or robot or whatever it was lumbered forward. If this was a Hunter then it didn’t seem a very effective one with its lumbering pace. She just hoped it was one of the Workers that the Commander had spoken of.
Tiffany whimpered again and the creature stopped. It was level with Isabel and Tiffany where the two stood pressed against the metal wall of the corridor with Tiffany on her knees, her gagged face pressed firmly against Isabel’s crotch.
The creature turned towards them.
Isabel found herself trembling with unexpectedly genuine terror and took a step away drawing Tiffany with her but in her haste she stumbled over the boots and the two of the fell, Tiffany landing on top of Isabel who lay literally paralysed with fear, torn between the need to squirm out from beneath her friend and flee and to hold onto Tiffany for the comfort it gave.
The creature raised its arms and lifted a panel off the wall above them then inserted some sort of tool into the machinery beyond and the lights came back on, dimly at first then increasing in brightness.
The creature was indeed humanoid; it looked like some sort of exoskeleton that glinted…metal, moving mechanically with hinged joints controlled by pistons; there was a woman. That it was a woman was in no doubt; she had huge breasts, bare like Tiffany’s now were but over her nipples there was a cup-like arrangement with pipes emerging from them that ran back into the metal machine that encased her. Her body; her human body was as voluptuous as her breasts although with what seemed to be the obligatory narrow waist pulled in by a black suit that covered her head and body below her breasts although it left her sex bare; like Commander Songsten’s companion on the screen the woman’s boots looked like stockings or thigh boots, the feet of which were inserted into the mechanical feet of the exoskeleton. She was mounted astride a narrow saddle and held in place by the black ring that pierced her clitoris and fastened to a steel ring that was part of the machine; there was a harness across her chest and a collar around her neck. Her arms were inserted into the arms of the metal suit, her hands locked into steel gloves. Her mouth was filled by a gag that looked like a horse’s bit and there was some sort of visor across her eyes; a nasal hook distorted her nose.
Isabel watched the woman’s head tilt downwards and then lift again and felt certain that she was about to be taken. Then, suddenly the mechanical exoskeleton pulsed once stilled and the woman’s head lifted. Isabel watched her squirm on the saddle and moan around her gag. The pulse came again and the hoses running from her nipples began to move rhythmically as if the device was milking her.
The woman squirmed more violently, her thighs closing, squeezing the saddle.
‘Yeshh.’ She gasped. ‘Yessh. Shang u Mashter.’
She wriggled again her muscles spasming against her restrained. ‘Shang u… Shir. Bleash led me gum. Bleash…. Oh yeshh…yeshh…yesh…Shang u Mashter.’
The woman shuddered to an obvious and unashamed orgasm jerking against the exoskeleton which now, rather than aid her movements, seemed to hold her completely immobile. As her howls of pleasure died away it seemed that Tiffany could contain herself no longer and convulsed violently on top of Isabel, mewling loudly into her gag and reminding Isabel of her own arousal and possible impending orgasm. As well as the violent bucking of Tiffany on top of her the vibrators inside the buxom redhead were pressing almost directly against Isabel’s sex.
‘Oh fuck!’ Isabel hadn’t meant to say it out loud but she realised she’d been holding her breath and it came out as a low hiss.
‘Swearing violation. Punishment initiated.’
Isabel felt the suit flow across her face and press into her mouth. She tried to keep her lips and teeth pressed together but it didn’t work and quickly, the strange material filled her mouth pushing down her tongue and flowing into her cheeks, forcing her jaw open and bulging out between her lips.
‘Mmmmm.’ Tiffany squirmed clearly relaxed in a warm post orgasm fug, pressing herself against Isabel even more intimately.
Isabel looked up at the strange woman in the exoskeleton towering above her, her own body torn weirdly between climactic terror and sexual arousal feeling as if she were in a dream. Unable to move, to escape; her body pinned by Tiffany’s weight and fear she succumbed to the desperate need to lie back and let her body enjoy the sexual climax that had been building since the suit had engulfed her body and forced her to endure a constant stimulation.
Isabel howled into her gag clasping Tiffany’s against her own and bucking her hips to rip the full pleasure of the suit’s pressure against her sex and the delicious tingle caused by the vibrator.
As her climax faded and Isabel opened her eyes and had the strange sensation that the woman in the exoskeleton had turned into Charlotte. She blinked and realised that was exactly what had happened.
‘Wmmmm.’ She tried to speak and found she was still gagged.
‘Aren’t we a naughty girl,’ Charlotte said. ‘Speaking of which…’ She gestured to Priya who stood beside her. Priya was also still gagged; she was still blindfolded too and Isabel realised she had two large black rings piercing her nipples; unlike Tiffany, her breasts were not bare, the rings just stood proud of the suit. Charlotte pointed downward and Isabel lowered her gaze; Priya had a ring piercing her clit too and someone, presumably Charlotte, had tied a length of cord to it and was using it to lead her.
‘How’s our resident sex toy?’ Charlotte said, raising an eyebrow.
Isabel heaved Tiffany up and Charlotte helped the helpless blindfolded girl to her feet.
Something had changed and Isabel realised that Tiffany’s arms were now restrained up behind her neck like the woman’s on the screen had been; the arrangement seemed to make Tiffany’s enormous breasts look even larger; she must be, Isabel thought still intensely aroused; her areolas were hugely swollen and the nipple rings stood out; like Priya, Tiffany now had a clit piercing, a thick black ring which protruded through a hole in the gusset of her suit that stretched tightly between her legs, where it bulged over the bases of the huge plugs that protruded from her sex and anus. The suit rode high on her hips so that when she turned the full roundness of her buttocks was exposed as were the tops of her thighs which swelled over the tops of the tight boots that encased her legs.
There was, Isabel thought, also something about the way the redhead stood; perhaps it was the fact that she could do little else but there was something intensely submissive about her, standing restrained and leashed by her nipples, bent slightly forward which might have been to keep her balance on the hoof-like heels or because of the way her arms were restrained; it looked as if she was displaying her breasts and pushing her fully rounded bottom out behind her, somehow implying she was totally accepting of her helpless state, an animal on heat due to the sexual torment that was being forced upon her.
Isabel climbed to her feet and that’s when she noticed her suit had changed too. Beneath her tightly constricted waist, bottom and the tops of her thighs were completely bare and she too had a ring through her clitoris.
It was probably just as well she was gagged but that didn’t stop her fingers moving to it immediately, feeling the smoothness of the black material between the tips of her gloved fingers. The sheer touch was enough to make her shiver and she wondered that she hadn’t noticed the ring pushing its way into her most sensitive flesh. It didn’t even occur to her that this was way beyond what she might be expected to endure as part of an Escape Room; that a soaking was par for the course in some scenarios or perhaps ending up shut in a cage for an hour; but gagged and pierced?
All she thought was that she’d quite like matching rings in her nipples, especially if they felt this good.
The entrance to the service passages were behind the panel that the Worker had opened and turned out to be a maze of narrow corridors barely wider than their shoulders. As Commander Songsten had promised, there was a small palm top which, when Charlotte activated it, contained a personnel file on Professor Kink; there was a photo and some background demographic details; it described him as an ‘ultra-genius’ with doctorates in Medicine, Psychology and Engineering and briefly outlined his work on biomechanical interfaces including development of ‘smart-molecule’ enviro-suits. They were, a linked file explained, completely integrated with the wearer’s biological and psychological milieu and capable of providing to all the wearers needs; suitable for extending physical capability, survival in hostile environments and military applications including maintenance of discipline. There was a footnote suggesting that certain prison authorities were piloting a variation of the suit and preliminary results in terms of offender behaviour had been promising as a result of its ‘carrot and stick’ approach. Another footnote commented on evidence that the suits were far more effective at interacting with women than men and this had led to protests in the research community and allegations of misogyny against the professor.
‘Well, that explains the gags and the bondage,’ Charlotte said. ‘Though I must say it feels very much more ‘carrot’ than ‘stick’ for me at the moment.’ She turned in the tight space, running her hands down her slim athletic body and then playing with her nipples where they poked through the black cones covering the tips of her breasts. ‘How about you Izzy?’
‘Mmmm,’ Isabel nodded. She was still gagged but even if she wasn’t, she might not have told Charlotte that her breasts were still tingling madly and she was trying desperately not to play with the ring in her clit.
‘Well Tiffany’s suit obviously thinks she’s in need of some serious correction,’ Charlotte said. ‘I wonder what she’s done to deserve that?’
’Mmmm,’ Isabel said, gesturing with her head towards the maintenance passages ahead.
Charlotte led, trailing Priya behind her on the leash that was tied to her clit ring; although she was leashed and hooded, Priya’s arms were free and she was able to steady herself on the walls, her fingers trailing along the sheer metal surfaces. There was something about the way Priya was walking that told Isabel her friend was enjoying the experience of being lead along like this and probably what the suit was doing to her, something about the way she lifted her feet and placed them, one in front of the other so her hips and black covered bottom swayed. It was something Isabel could relate to as she continued to feel the effects of the ring in her clitoris and the effect of the suit on her nipples; and, although her loins were bare, there was still the thread of suit tight between her buttocks and a plug pushing gently against her anus and sex that threatened to force their way in deeper with every step she took.
Tiffany, trailing behind Isabel as she was led by the nipples, tottered awkwardly in her intense bondage and it was clear that the dildo and butt plugs inside her made every step a sexual torment to her. The redhead had enjoyed at least three intense orgasms, probably multiple orgasms in fact, in the last hour and, Isabel guessed probably needed some respite from the ongoing sexual teasing she seemed to be experiencing.
Again her thoughts turned to her own sexual needs.
It took them some time to navigate the maze of tunnels and frequent dead ends meant they had to reverse direction, Isabel squeezing past Tiffany and Charlotte passed Priya until eventually they maintained a fixed order giving Tiffany’s leash to Priya when Charlotte lead and clipping Priya’s leash to Tiffany’s clit ring when they reversed direction and Isabel lead. Tiffany squirmed and moaned each time Priya’s leash was attached to or removed from her clit, and was soon panting through her nostrils both from the exertion of walking in her strict bondage while only able to breathe through her nose and from the sexual teasing she was enduring.
At one point, the passage became a crawlway which proved difficult for Tiffany without the use of their arms although she wasn’t the only one to catch her leash under her knees. However, blind and helpless and the most voluptuous of the three she sometimes became stuck on a tight corner. Isabel, crawling behind with her had little option but to gently encourage the squirming redhead, pushing against the redhead’s pale freckled bottom. It was unfortunate that at that at one of these moments, the black plugs protruding from Tiffany’s sex and anus began to vibrate and the helpless girl was forced to an orgasm.To Isabel, kneeling behind the tunnel with nothing to do but watch the pale quivering flesh and vibrating plugs and listen to her moans of tormented ecstasy, it seemed to last a frustratingly long time, particularly as it reminded her of her own needs.
Finally, out of the crawlway and back in another narrow corridor, they reached a heavy steel door, Charlotte leading and Isabel bringing up the rear. Although the other girl’s first experience of being gagged as a punishment for swearing had been short-lived, Isabel’s gag showed no sign of moving and the two girls between remained hooded and gagged. Isabel thus had little option but to stand at the back of the line in frustration as Charlotte worked on the logic puzzle that opened the door. It became doubly frustrating when the light above the door pulsed red and Charlotte had to start again.
Isabel could suddenly contain herself no more and began to pull at the black material of the suit where it gagged her.
‘Interference beyond parameters of scenario,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
‘What did I do?’ Charlotte called out. However, it wasn’t Charlotte who was being punished.
Isabel squeaked into her gag as she suddenly felt a pull on her arms, drawing them behind her back. She struggled against the apparently unseen force although she knew it was the suit but it was impossible to resist and, in a moment, her arms were pressed together behind her back, palms touching and elbows squeezed together.
‘Hey, some of us are trying to concentrate.’ Charlotte turned to look at her.
Isabel blushed as she turned to show the blonde what had happened.
‘Oh, I see,’ Charlotte said.
‘Unauthorised interference,’ the voice suddenly announced as Charlotte once again failed to access the door. ‘Security protocol initiated.’
It was probably as well that Isabel was still gagged or she might have sworn at Charlotte particularly when, at that moment, Tiffany collapsed to the floor in the throes of another enforced orgasm.
‘Someone else is going to have to do this,’ Charlotte shouted over Tiffany’s cries and she stepped away from the door and kicked it angrily, nearly stumbling over Priya who was crouched consoling and supporting Tiffany as the redhead climaxed strongly again.
‘Punishment initiated,’ the voice said.
‘What the…?’ Charlotte said. ‘Ow!’ Her hand went to her breast.
At that moment, Isabel’s gag finally released her. ‘Charlie…’
’I think my suit just pierced my nipple,’ Charlotte said. ‘Oh! There goes the other one.’ She cupped her breasts, pulling at the suit.
‘Interference beyond parameters of scenario,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
‘Hey,’ Charlotte said. ‘I didn’t ask you to pierce my fucking nipples.’
‘Swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
‘Nnnttthh.’
‘Just keep still,’ Isabel said. ‘Let’s not upset it anymore or we’re going to be in serious trouble.’
‘I thing we’re in therious trouble already,’ Charlotte said, turning round.
The suit had blindfolded her shaping over her face like a cowl; instead of a gag, the black material had pierced her tongue causing the blonde to squeal as it formed a ring like those already fixed in Tiffany’s nipples and clit. Isabel watched as Charlotte’s suit continued to reconfigure; apparently thinning and disappearing, reshaping leaving a thick high collar snug around her slender neck and then dividing into strands that fanned out from it radiating across her honey tanned skin to encircle her breasts and then scale them forming a cup over her brown areolas through which her deep brown nipples jutted stretched by their new piercings; below her breasts the strands ran to her navel then fanned out again some running down onto her legs to join thick bands that encircled her toned tapering thighs and another two strands that passed between them, tightening in a way that Isabel guessed would have made Charlotte’s blue cobalt blue widen if she could have seen them.
‘Ith jush gone up my arth,’ Charlotte said, her voice an octave higher than usual as her fingers clawed at the strands of the suit but even as she did so, the gloves moulded so that her hands turned into flippers which attached themselves to the thick bands around her thighs; and then the suit around her arms dissolved into cords like those across here body. That the cords were tight was in little doubt, Charlotte was fit and lean even if she did have a little more flesh than Isabel but the cord drew in her flesh, dimpling it where they confined her.
For a moment, nothing further seemed to happen as if the helpless blonde was somehow resisting her captivity then, her arms were slowly pulled backwards; with her hands still anchored to her thighs by the tips of her fingers it meant that her elbows were gradually drawn together forcing her chest forwards.
‘Ughh!’ Charlotte said, the muscles of her upper body bulging as she strained against her confinement even as her breasts seemed to swell forwards.
There was another pause while the legs of the suit and boots dissolved into black cords leaving her legs otherwise bare down to almost the tips of her toes where the hooves shaped themselves into narrow points.
The helpless blonde staggered but managed to keep her balance, her body arched slightly backwards, hips pushed out, breasts jutting.
Isabel was sure her friend’s nipples had swollen to twice their usual size as a result of the piercing.
‘Oh godth,’ said Charlotte, trembling slightly. ‘Nnth.’
Isabel watched helplessly as a strand of black appeared to run down from Charlotte’s navel across her lower belly and on over her shaved sex.
‘Nthh bleathh.’
The strand disappeared between the blonde’s spread legs and she screamed as it surrounded her clitoris and lifted it then seemed to burrow through it before continuing on.
Episode 2
‘Is Charlie ok?’ Asked Priya as her gag suddenly slipped away.
‘Yeth, I’m fine,’ said Charlotte in what might have been a sarcastic tone if her speech had not been distorted by the large ring passing through the end of her tongue. ‘I’ve jutht had my nippleth and clit pierthed and I’m thtrutting round like a thucking bondage Barbie.’
‘Swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment escalated.’
Two tendrils of black extended from Charlotte’s blindfold hooking into her nostrils lifting them quite uncomfortably, Isabel guessed.
‘Oh gread.’
‘Just don’t do or say anything else.’ Warned Isabel.
‘I’m drying bud thith bit between my legs ith quite dithtracting and my nippleth are really throbbing.’ Charlotte rocked slightly on her pointed boots and took tiny steps trying to maintain her balance; her breathing was rapid and her cheeks and chest flushed.
On the floor, Tiffany moaned and rolled onto her side, her latest series of multiple orgasms passed and her body spent. Her suit had welded her thighs together and pulled her feet up to her bottom in a hogtie type arrangement. Isabel wondered how they might move her when, if, they finally managed to get passed the door.
‘You’re all in bondage aren’t you?’ Priya asked, still kneeling still blindfolded beside the gently whimpering Tiffany. ‘That’s so unfair.’
‘Happy to trade plathes,’ Charlotte said.
Tiffany moaned.
‘I’m sure you’ll get your turn,’ Isabel said, trying to take control of the situation. ‘But it might be good if at least one of us was able to use her arms.’
‘Well next time one of you is free, tell me and I’ll go interfering to get my punishment,’ Priya said. ‘I can’t believe I’m the only one here that’s into bondage and I’m not even properly tied up.’
It took some time for Isabel to talk a blindfolded Priya through the logic puzzle but eventually the door clicked open.
The alcove beyond contained another view screen on which Briga Songsten’s face reappeared. She was less haggard and less wild eyed.
‘If you’ve got this far, well done,’ she said. ‘Things are going to get pretty wild beyond this point and I may only be able to leave one more short message.’ She glanced around nervously. ‘It’s the suits that are the problem but you’ll know that by now.’ She stepped back revealing herself to be naked and still holding the gun. She was a lot less dirty and the gun looked new. ‘They were designed by Professor Kink to help us function on EVAs; they have biomechanical interfaces, smart-molecule technology. The crew liked them and with the final construction of the base we were in and out a lot and the crew started wearing them inside the base in place of uniform. It wasn’t strictly regulation but I turned a blind eye to it; it was an all female crew and, quite frankly, it helped to do away with uniform violations.’ She smiled ruefully. ‘There were other advantages too. If you have put on one of the suits, you’ve probably discovered them; if you haven’t…well…perhaps. Anyway, it took me a while to realise the consequences but essentially they are programmed to help us perform in all aspects; if a crew member did something well, the suit rewarded her and, if she did something wrong it punished her.’ She glanced around again, adjusting the rifle. ‘When I realised the rewards and punishments seemed to be of…a sexual nature I stormed round to Professor Kink’s laboratory to demand he change the programming. That’s when I knew I was too late…’
The screen flickered for a moment.
‘You don’d thay,’ said Charlotte. ‘Thexual, eh? I’d never have guethed.’
‘Shh,’ said Priya. ‘Listen.'
‘He had one of the Hunters in for maintenance and it was obvious he’d modified the saddle. There were two huge dildos sticking up from it. A Worker was beside it making some adjustments with Sabine, one of the chief project engineers driving it. It had clearly been modified too and she was mounted on the thing, impaled more like, there was only one way she wasn’t slipping off that saddle. Not only that, her suit was reconfigured leaving her breasts bare and there were tubes running from her nipples to the machine and her breasts…. It was probably about a week since I’d seen her and her breasts had practically doubled in size. That’s when I realised the machine was milking her.’
‘‘It eases her discomfort.’ I heard Professor Kink say. ‘Having her breasts swollen like that is painful.’ I wondered if he’d stopped to consider that she shouldn’t have swollen breasts like that and that’s when I realised he was a madman; a perverted madman. There crawling beside him was Stephanie, Ensign Hentai; the girl’s suit had reconfigured and she was crawling on the points of her elbows and knees with her legs and arms folded up, her hands moulded to the side of her neck; he had her on a leash like an animal, the faceplate of her suit even gave her a muzzle and ears; and her breasts…huge, exposed; her nipples were dragging on the ground leaving a trail of…’ Commander Songsten’s contorted with disgust. ‘And there was a tail…a tail in her…’
‘I told him then and there it was over, that I was terminating the mission. There had been rumours and some accusations before but this proved they were true. I was going to expose him for the pervert he was; using his inventions for his own twisted sexual pleasures. I told him that he wouldn’t get away with doing this to my crew.’ The Commander ran a hand through her hair and smiled ruefully. ‘I guess it was a mistake. I was unarmed and taken by surprise as Ensign Hentai leapt at me, her suit turning her from sex kitten to fighting creature. She knocked me to the ground, crouching over me, her weight pinning me down. There was a far away look in her eyes as if she’d been hypnotised; I could feel her suit flowing over me, trying to engulf me. I saw her look up at him and heard her call him ‘master’. That gave me a moment to strike and I rolled out, tearing shreds of her suit off me. As I ran for the door with her in pursuit, Sabine tried to cut me off. It’s just as well she was driving a Worker; if she’d been in a Hunter they’d have got me.’
‘I slipped into the maintenance tunnels and escaped.’
‘I need to get to the control room and release the emergency recovery mechanism. The base will detach from the seabed and do an emergency ascent. We’ll be picked up and this nightmare will be over.'
The image faded.
‘That sounds like the key to escaping,’ said Priya who had been listening intently.
‘Jutht a thame we’re all a bid handicapped,’ said Charlotte. ‘Ith there a thchemadic?’
Isabel leaned in using her nose to press the control buttons.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘We need to go left although that does lead us back into the main tunnels.’
‘We should be safe from the Workers and Isabel will just have to watch out for Hunters.’
‘What about Tiffany?’ Isabel asked. ‘She’s completely helpless now.’
‘Whad?’
‘She’s hogtied,’ Isabel said.
‘Lucky bitch,’ said Priya meaningfully.
‘We could bail,’ Isabel said. ‘Push the panic button.’
‘And miss the chance of some decent bondage?’ Priya said. ‘Don’t you dare.’
‘I agree,’ said Charlotte. ‘I’m ginda enshoying shis in weird way.’
Isabel smiled. It wasn’t just the loyalty of her team. ‘Just stay here,’ she said and cautiously pushed open the service hatch beside them then poked her head out.
There was a Worker standing out in the corridor to one side and when she looked the other way, three black suited women came into view. All three had bare breasts and two had their sexes exposed two, the third appeared to be a prisoner, she was restrained and being led by one of the other two who held a leash attached to her nipples.
Isabel pulled back quickly whispering urgently for the others to remain quiet.
When she looked again the three women had gone but the worker hadn’t moved.
‘They did say the Workers would ignore us,’ Priya said. ‘The last one did.’
Isabel looked again, cautiously.
‘We still have to move Tiffany.’
‘Could one of us drive the Worker?’ Priya asked.
‘Id mighd be pard of the thenario,’ Charlotte said.
Isabel knew that would make sense. ‘Alright, but I’m not sure how we’re going to do it with you three blindfolded and me restrained.’
She crept out into the corridor and cautiously approached the stationary machine then, just as she reached it, another black suited woman appeared in the corridor. For a moment, Isabel froze but then she realised they were going to have to pass others if they were going to reach the engineering section. She nodded to the woman nonchalantly who nodded back and carried on.
Isabel breathed a sigh of relief and then looked up at the machine. It was about seven feet tall and there was a step up to the ‘saddle’ that even a girl with her arms restrained could use. The dildos were big but, in Isabel’s current state of arousal, somewhat inviting.
‘This game is turning me into a slut.’ She whispered to herself then, glancing around, took a deep breath and climbed aboard, swinging her leg over the saddle.
‘Here goes.’ She lowered herself onto the phalluses only mildly surprised by how easily they slid inside her, vagina and rectum. ‘A real slut.’
She only just managed to stop herself swearing as the device drew her feet into the footwells, impaling her even further on the dildos as metal cuffs tightened around her ankles and the boots of her suit moulded to a new shape. She looked at the hand rests in front of her but could do nothing to reach them and struggled briefly against her bondage then tried to move her feet but the device remained still.
‘Oh great. I’m locked in.’
‘Punishment suspended.’
Her arms slid free and she automatically placed them into the hand controls, leaning forward in a way that seemed designed to force all her weight on the dildos plugging her.
‘Interface engaged.’
Her hands were suddenly locked in place and something slid round her face, the visor she’d seen on the previous Worker. Something pushed its way into her mouth, a bit, then the harness wrapped itself around her chest and, finally, a clip attached itself to her new clit ring, tugging on it in a way that was completely the opposite of painful. It wasn’t so bad, she thought, to be impaled on two huge dildos and locked into a strange alien style machine. That’s when the suit peeled back from her breasts and tubes attached themselves to her nipples. There was a brief moment of pain that blossomed to engulf each of her small breasts and then it was gone.
The bit stopped her swearing.
Driving the Worker was surprisingly easy; as easy as walking, in fact; when she moved her leg as if to take a step, so did the exoskeleton, when she attempted to extend her hand, the Worker responded.
Reaching back into the alcove she bent to pick up Tiffany but then paused remembering that the other two were still blindfolded.
The pincers of the exoskeleton were surprisingly dextrous and, when she picked up Priya's leash, it was as if she held it in her hand. Deciding what to to with Charlotte was more difficult but with Priya’s hands free, she could help guide the blonde so Isabel scooped up Tiffany, sliding the arms of the Worker under her back so the helpless, hogtied redhead hung arched over, her wrists folded up behind her neck and the tips of her boots drawn up almost to the back of her head. She moaned from time to time but seemed otherwise able to tolerate the punishing position perhaps as a result of the distracting sexual stimulation she was experiencing.
They passed a number of other crew in various states of undress and of bondage, some leading others on leashes and some tottering along in contorted poses, mostly with their arms folded up behind their backs and their wrists locked to the back of a high ‘collar’ that the suit had formed. Many were blindfolded but they seemed able to navigate the corridors, often with hobbled steps where their suits linked their ankles; most were gagged too presumably undergoing some sort of punishment and all of them seemed to have massively enlarged breasts, most with pierced nipples from which hung weights that swung as the moved. Many too, had rings in their clits.
None seemed to take any notice of a Worker carrying her helplessly hogtied redhead and leading a blonde and an Asian woman behind even when Tiffany began convulsing in another forced orgasm.
‘Is she climaxing again?’ Priya asked.
‘Thertainly thounds like id,’ Charlotte said then, after a pause, the blonde added. ‘Ith your thuid driving you crathy?’
‘If you mean I’m enduring constant sexual stimulation then, yes,’ Priya said. ‘And, yes, the suit is driving me crazy.’
Isabel adjusted her position on the dildos. The combination of the suit and the Worker were driving her crazy too, the dildos constantly moving inside her and it felt like every nerve cell in her breasts was enjoying a party. The arrival of another earth-shattering orgasm was moving from increasingly desirable to pretty much unstoppable.
It didn’t help when they were forced to climb a ladder up to the engineering section. The Worker had a clamp that fitted to a central pole so that Isabel could continue to hold a now panting, sweating, post climactic Tiffany and all she had to do was move the legs of the suit. Something that seemed designed to force her to rub her thighs on the saddle and endure the dildos pumping her mercilessly for the five minutes it took to make the ascent.
Fortunately, Charlotte’s suit also suspended its punishment, releasing her enough to use her flipper-like hands to grasp the rails as she climbed below Isabel. The intense stimulation proved too much for the lovely blonde in her strappy suit which appeared designed to pull mercilessly at intimate piercings as she moved and the tops of her ‘boots’ that caressed her labia with every step so that, about half way up she stopped and screamed, barely able to hold on to the ladder as her body was wracked with wave after wave of intense orgasm.
‘Yeth…yeth…yeth…’ She screamed over and over.
Priya’s climaxes, as she climbed, enduring the stimulation of her suit, the pressure against her bottom and her sex and the teasing of the leash which had been left swinging from the black rings piercing her nipples, were more restrained and, as a consequence, she was able to draw them out over the entire climb so arrived at the top flushed and glowing with satisfaction.
‘Gods, I love this place,’ she said.
Isabel was more than ready to cum when she finally set Tiffany down on the deck and sat in the Worker waiting for the other two to gather their breath. She remembered the previous occupant of the Worker they’d seen, clearly being rewarded for her work by being allowed to climax and perhaps forced to. Isabel stretched on the dildos and clamped her thighs on the saddle. It had to be her turn now; her breasts were tingling so much they almost hurt and the gentle mechanical hum of the device resonated through her clit ring where it held her in the saddle. Everyone else was blindfolded and they would just have to wait for her.
Isabel closed the mouth firmly on the bit and squeezed the saddle in a way that seemed to make the dildos and clit ring combine to stimulate her sex in an almost perfect way; the cables on her nipples did their thing too. If she was lucky maybe they’d make her little breasts grow into grapefruits like Tiffany’s or maybe even soccer balls like some of the women she’d seen in the corridors below. Being a sex toy down here didn’t seem so bad and she wondered if she really wanted to escape, imagining herself leading Charlotte along one of the corridors by her nipples, the suit teasing her with every step as she strutted along with her new large breasts jutting out in front of her.
Being punished occasionally and gagged for swearing might even be fun.
She thought of the Commander with the woman in the suit who she had called ‘my love’ and the manual overrides. Would she be able to control Charlotte like that? She’d make sure the suit kept her constantly stimulated but denied until she, Isabel, permitted her to cum.
‘Oh God!’ She thought as her climax built. ‘It’s going to be huge.’
‘Transformation complete,’ the voice said and Isabel’s eyes flew open.
Tiffany’s suit began to reconfigure again, releasing her legs so that they flopped down and the redhead rolled over moaning. Her gag had gone but she was still blindfolded and her arms were still fixed up behind her back.
‘Diffany?’ Isabel asked, the bit of the Worker still between her teeth.
‘Yes, Mistress?’ The redhead asked.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Of course, Mistress,’ Tiffany answered. ‘How may I serve you?’
It was at that moment that the Worker released Isabel, the tube falling away from her nipples and the visor and bit retracting. Isabel was almost trembling; she’d been so close. She was still impaled on the dildos, she could easily do it.
‘Mistress?’ Tiffany called blindly. ‘Where are you?’
‘I’m here, Tiff.’
The suit released Isabel’s clit ring and the harness retracted.
Isabel scowled and climbed off the saddle with a wet squelch.
It was then that Isabel noticed her breasts. They had grown, quite significantly, firm swellings that she could cup in the palms of her hands, still bare above what remained a tightly constricting corset that pinched her slim waist beneath; her breasts had pointy brown nipples that were twice as big as they should have been and now had large, very prominent areolas that appeared swollen with arousal. She couldn’t resist lifting her hands to them, cupping them.
‘Punishment reinstated.’
Isabel’s arms were drawn behind her.
Once again she managed not to swear.
There was a narrow bridge ahead of them that was too narrow to pilot the Worker across it. It spanned a seemingly bottomless drop that went way further down than the few floors they’d just climbed up using the ladder. As the only one not blindfolded, Isabel was, however, going to have to lead three blindfolded girls across it, two of whom were still fairly strictly restrained. She looked at the three, Charlotte with her golden body restrained in tight cords, with her pierced tongue protruding from her mouth, Priya with her breasts bare and nipples ringed and Tiffany with her arms drawn behind her back into impossibly tight bondage; her nipples and sex both now ringed and her breasts hugely swollen.
‘Whadth happening?’ Charlotte asked.
Isabel sighed and explained what she planned to do. ‘Everyone understand?’ She asked at the end. ‘Don’t go wandering around unless you want to fall into a bottomless cavern.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Tiffany responded.
‘You don’t have to call me ‘Mistress’,’ Isabel told her.
‘I will call you Goddess if you wish, Mistress.’
Isabel looked at the others who stared ahead blankly. ‘If only…’ she thought, ‘she had her hands free to play with that ring between my legs.’
‘Priya,’ she said. ‘I’m going to take you first.’
Priya’s leash still dangled from her nipple rings and Isabel bent to take it up in her teeth.
‘Gum on.’ She tugged gently.
‘Oohhh,’ Priya responded. ‘That feels sooo good.’ Then she added, ‘Mistress,’ with a playful smile.
After what she’d been through, it was relatively easy, walking backwards en-pointe with her arms pinned tightly together behind her back with her waist constricted and a ring piercing her clit that kept sending delicious little shocks to her most sensitive spot towing a helpless woman by the nipples. On the other side she made Priya kneel down and bent to unhook the leash from her nipple rings using her teeth.
‘That feels good too,’ Priya said, looking up at her. ‘You don’t mind if I call you Mistress too do you?’
‘Shat’s ub do you?’ Isabel said with the leash in her teeth.
‘Thank you Mistress,’ Priya said with a grin. ‘And now I think it’s time for this naughty girl’s punishment.’
‘Whad?’ Isabel shook her head. ‘No!’
However, she could do nothing as Priya reached up, pulled gently on her nipple rings then tried to pull the blindfold from her face.
‘Interference beyond parameters of scenario,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment initiated.’
Priya sighed with pleasure as her arms were drawn behind her back and then her wrists pulled up so that they were crossed between her shoulder-blades.
‘Oh!’ Said Priya wriggling. ‘I’ve always wanted to be tied up like this. It’s called a reverse prayer tie, you know.’
‘Really,’ Isabel rolled her eyes. ‘Well, I hope you hafe fun; bud you should know shad none of use can ushe our arms now.’
‘I’m sure someone else’s punishment will be over soon,’ Priya said, squirming with pleasure. ‘Perhaps I should swear too and get myself gagged so I can really enjoy it.’
Isabel turned and teetered back across the bridge to find that Tiffany’s blindfold had also gone although her arms were still restrained like Priya’s. Tiffany’s suit, much like her own now consisted of a collar to which her tightly restrained arms were held, a ludicrously tight corset that constricted her waist to a size that was barely larger than Isabel’s and sexy black shiny stockings/boots that come to her thighs; then, of course there was the thick black ring through her clit.
‘You look gorgeous, Mistress,’ Tiffany said flirtily. ‘I’ve always liked your little titties.’
‘Jusht ged acrosh she bridge,’ Isabel said. ‘I’ll bring Charlodde.’
‘Aren’t you going to take me, Mistress?’ Tiffany wheedled pouting and fluttering her eyelashes. ‘I’m very wobbly in these boots and I’ve got that big ring in my pussy that really needs a lead though it.’
‘Alrighd,’ Isabel grimaced. ‘Shtand shtill.’
She dropped to one knee and, using her teeth, attempted to hook one arm of the leash to the ring in Tiffany’s clit.
‘Ohh, Mistress.’ Tiffany leant forward pushing her clit into Isabel’s face. ‘I think it should be me who’s kneeling in front of your pussy.’ She giggled. ‘But while you’re there I should mention that poor little Tiff hasn’t had an orgasm for at least ten minutes.’
‘Geep shtill,’ Isabel tried again and then stood up with the ring of the leash in her teeth.
‘Gum on.’
Isabel walked backwards, slightly stooped and Tiffany followed, tripping sexily with every step.
‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Tiffany gushed as they reached the other side then bent and licked Isabel’s right nipple. ‘Your nips are so responsive. I can always tell when you’re thinking naughty thoughts.’
‘Tiff!’ Isabel protested blushing furiously.
‘Would Mistress rather little Tiffany licked her pussy?’ Tiffany dropped to her knees and Isabel stepped back quickly dropping the leash.
‘Just stay here and don’t get into any trouble.’
Behind them, Priya moaned and Isabel turned to see that she had fallen onto her side and was squirming there, rubbing her thighs together.
‘Fuck, I need to be gagged,’ Priya whispered.
‘Swearing violation.’
Priya moaned delightedly as a huge ball gag filled her mouth and instantly started her drooling.
Isabel felt something press against the lower part of her body. It was Tiffany and she immediately began kissing Isabel’s clit ring.
‘Tiff!’
‘Oh, please, Mistress,’ Tiffany wheedled.
‘Later!’ Isabel said but the redheads touch on her clit ring had reminded her of her need and started her pussy tingling again. ‘Please Tiff…’
Tiffany’s tongue forced its way past the ring.
‘Mistress has a lovely pussy.’ Tiffany’s teeth nibbled. ‘A lovely hot, wet pussy…hot for her hot Slave-Tiffany.
‘Tiff,’ Isabel stepped away but Tiffany followed her.
‘Mistress,’ Tiffany pleaded.
‘Slave!’ Quite where it came from Isabel couldn’t tell, but her command made the redhead stop. ‘Stay!’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Tiffany bowed her head, her voice contrite and tears springing to her blue eyes. ‘Slave-Tiffany will be waiting for Mistress when she gets back.’
‘Good girl.’ Isabel looked at the leash still attached to Tiffany’s clit ring. It would be useful if she could reach it but she didn’t want to. ’Stay!’
Isabel walked back across the bridge to Charlotte.
‘You’re goin’ do ushe my dongue, aren’d you?’ Charlotte’s voice sounded strange with the big black ring piercing the tip of her tongue.
‘Friad so,’ Isabel said. ‘Push it out.’
‘Juthd be careful of my nothe,’ Charlotte said. ‘Id’s very thore.’
Without the leash, there wasn’t much else Isabel could do but take the ring between her teeth; there wasn’t much else she could grab hold of without the use of her hands and that was when it happened. Isabel leant forward to grab Charlotte’s piercing and felt a sharp pain in her own and the next thing she knew they were standing there face to face with the tips of their tongue’s linked together.
‘Woth abbened?’ Charlotte asked.
‘Thersh a problem,’ Isabel said.
‘Oh, I thee,’ Charlotte said pulling her tongue back in a way that pulled Isabel’s into her mouth rather intimately and made their lips brush.
Isabel pulled back and their lips brushed again.
‘We’re thtuck aren’d we,’ said Charlotte.
‘Yeah,’ Isabel said. ’Nod thure whad do do now?’
‘Thame ath before,’ Charlotte said with a slight smile on her lips. ‘Jutht a liddle more indimate.’
‘If you thay tho,’ Isabel said, suddenly feeling even more awkward than she usually did around Charlotte.
She started to walk backwards pulling the blonde with her. It was very slow and awkward and they kept bumping into each other, lips touching, breasts pressing together, thighs rubbing and they found it was easier the closer they stayed together.
Suddenly Charlotte stopped.
‘Unghth.’ Isabel felt her tongue stretched.
‘You’ve god breasds,’ Charlotte said suddenly, pushing her chest forward. ‘Where did they gum from.’
‘They jutht short of…grew,’ Isabel said.
‘Nith.’ Charlotte rubbed her own breasts against Isabel’s.
‘Do you mind?’ Isabel tried to back away but she was trapped by her tongue and, actually the touch if Charlotte’s hard, swollen nipples against her own was far from unpleasant and their was something about the intimate contact and the blonde’s warm breath in her mouth.
‘Charlie!’ Isabel squirmed.
‘Thorry. Itthi?’
‘Are you geddin’ off on thith?’ Isabel tried to sound shocked.
‘No more than you are,’ Charlotte said and pulled her tongue back drawing them even closer together forcing their lips to touch and holding them together.
That’s when she felt a sudden pain in her nipples.
‘Oh shid.’
‘You probably should nod hafe thaid thad,’ Charlotte said giving Isabel to opportunity to draw back but the smile she could feel more than see playing across Charlotte’s lips stopped her. Something else stopped her too.
‘Our nipples are joined doo, arn’d they?’ Charlotte said.
It was awkward to look down but whens she did Isabel could see that black loops now protruded from Charlotte’s suit and these were hooked through rings in her own nipples.
‘Pierced nibbleth and breathds,’ Charlotte said archly. ‘You are havin’ a fun day.’
‘Leth talkin’,’ Isabel said. She might have added ‘more kissing’ but steeled herself.
‘Doeth thad mean more kitthin’?’ Charlotte pushed her lips against Isabel’s and pulled her tongue into her mouth drawing Isabel’s back with it.
The pair teetered for a moment, bodies pressed together and Isabel felt Charlotte’s body shudder.
‘Ooohh.’ They both gasped, lips springing apart and then bouncing back tougher as their tongues were stretched.
‘Clid ringth doo!’ Charlotte said, making no pretence of accidental contact as she applied her lips forcefully to Isabel’s face and rubbed her sex hard against Isabel’s.
‘Hey!’ Isabel said as Charlotte’s body shuddered to orgasm.
‘Thorry, Itthi. Really needed thad,’ Charlotte gasped. ‘We gan go now!’
Isabel stood her ground.
‘Whad aboud me?’ she demanded of the blonde.
‘You?’
‘Yeah, me!’ Isabel pressed her lips and her breasts and her sex against Charlotte and then lifted her thigh, rubbing it against the other girl’s leg and then hooked it around the back of her thighs.
‘Didn’ u shay id wath dangerush?’ Charlotte said.
‘I don’t fuggin’ gare.’ Isabel’s sex pressed her body against Charlotte’s. The blonde always got her way, never thought about others and Isabel had had just about enough. She really needed this orgasm and Charlotte was going to provide it. After all, the voice of reason told her, this couldn’t be a bottomless abyss.
Her orgasm when it came nearly tipped both of them off the bridge but they kept their balance, probably more thanks to Charlotte’s efforts than her own.
‘And I thoughd you were frigid,’ Charlotte said with a breathy laugh as Isabel struggled to get her breath back in the tight suit.
‘Whad!’ Isabel snapped, her tongue jerking against Charlotte’s and once again nearly making them fall. ‘Jush becaush you’re a slud!’
‘I’m nod a slud.’ Charlotte shook her head rather recklessly.
‘Jushd keep movin’,’ Isabel said taking a step backwards pulling Charlotte to finish crossing the bridge with her both of them muttering darkly about the other not being frigid or, indeed, a slut.
Fortunately, for Isabel and Charlotte, the system released them from their intimate bondage as they stepped off the bridge. Charlotte’s blindfold and tongue piercing vanished too but she was left with the nose hook.
‘Delayed swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment increased.’
‘Nnngthh.’ Isabel felt a pull in her tongue and then a corresponding jerk on her nipples.
‘That’s almost as good a look as this fucking nose-ring,’ Charlotte said. ‘Oh, thid!’
‘Swearing violation. Punishment instituted.’
Charlotte’s tongue piercing reappeared and her tongue was drawn out of her mouth by two strands of black connected it to her nipple rings.
‘Thith ith tho humiliatin’,’ Charlotte said.
With her tongue pulled down and her nose drawn up by the hook, her usually pretty face was contorted.
‘Ad leathd thomeone’s havin’ a good dime,’ Isabel said somehow trying simultaneously to forget what had just happened with Charlotte on the bridge and commit every detail of it in her memory.
As if on cue, Priya moaned. The Asian girl lay on her back with her arms beneath her and her legs folded up, knees spread wide. At some point she had clearly been swearing, as the suit had covered her face in a huge muzzle and blindfolded her with round black pads pressed over her eyes. Her bare breasts heaved as she panted hard. Aside from her previous clandestine love for restraint, it wasn’t hard to identify the cause of her cries; there, kneeling between her legs was Tiffany, still helpless in the reverse prayer tie, her pale bottom raised displaying the bases of the huge phalluses that still plugged her and her red hair spread in a carpet across the shiny black material coating Priya’s thighs as she lapped at the moaning girl’s pussy.
Isabel rolled her eyes then stepped forward and gave Tiffany a gentle kick.
‘I dold you do thtay,’ she said.
Tiffany looked up, her face flushed and covered with Priya’s juices.
‘Sorry, Mistress.’ The redhead said with a sly smile. ‘But she ordered me to do it.’
Isabel wasn’t sure she believed a word of it but was aware enough to realise that, like the crew of the base, the suits were having an effect on their behaviour. At her feet, Priya moaned in frustration, lifting her hips in an invitation or perhaps an order for Tiffany to continue. Tiffany bent and kissed the helpless girl’s dark swollen clit then struggled to her feet.
‘You have no idea how difficult it is standing up in these boots when you’re as top heavy me,’ Tiffany said with a giggle.
It was at that moment that Isabel’s arms were finally released.
‘Oh, goody,’ Tiffany squealed. ‘Now you’ll be able to spank me for being such a naughty slave.’
The route to the rear entrance to engineering continued with a narrow crawl space which Isabel guessed was some sort of vent and with support from Charlotte and Tiffany, Isabel managed to lift the almost completely helpless and frog tied Priya up into it. Then, they all squirmed through, Isabel guiding Priya by the leash that she’d hooked back into her nipples and Charlotte following behind encouraging her with her pointed boots.
Fortunately, whatever was usually vented through it didn’t affect them and, as they emerged, Priya's bond’s fell away.
‘Oh gods that was fun.’ The Asian girl said stretching her cramped limbs and blinking her luxuriously lashed eyelids. ‘Do you think they’ll let me keep the nipple rings?’
‘Shhh!’ Isabel raised her finger to her lips. ‘We can all thee and thpeak after a fathion and thome of uth have uthe of her limbth. Led’th nod thpoil id.’
‘I was hoping for one more session,’ Priya said, then looked naughtily at Tiffany. ‘I’m sure Slave won’t mind.’
Tiffany blushed. ‘Of course not, Mistress.’
They climbed to their feet.
‘Thith way,’ Isabel said. ‘We hafe to find Profetthher Kink’s offithe.’
It was another relatively simple code, the professor’s birthday, to get in.
‘Well done, Itthy,’ Charlotte said and Isabel turned to see Charlotte smiling at her. Then she felt the blonde brush her bottom with her thigh and mitted hand. ‘Waid dill my handth are free. Thad gorgeouth ath of yourth won’d be thafe.’
Isabel couldn’t stop herself smiling back even though it was probably the easiest puzzle she’d solved all day.
‘You loog good in thad thuid you know.’ Charlotte winked. ‘Very thexy.’
Isabel blushed and led them into a space that was clearly an office with a metal desk, padded chair and rather old-fashioned filing cabinet that they had encountered in numerous escape rooms before. The wall clock told them they had twenty three minutes to complete their escape and they quickly fell to searching the room.
‘Thith ith one of thosthe thuit manipulatorth,’ Charlotte said. ‘We could free our dongues.’
‘Betht, thave id,’ Isabel said. ‘Anything elth?’
‘Schematic on releasing the station,’ Priya said.
‘What’s this?’ Tiffany said. She was standing beside an object some ten feet high and nearly as wide that stood against one wall. It was covered with a sheet and Tiffany tugged at this with her teeth.
The sheet fell away to reveal a metal ring mounted on a stand; it had four cylinders arranged in pairs, pointing towards the centre, two at the bottom and two at the top, each about three feet apart.
‘It looks like some sort of restraint,’ said Priya. ‘Perhaps one of us is supposed to climb onto it.’
‘Maybe id triggerth thomething,’ said Charlotte.
Isabel could imagine a girl hanging from it, spreadeagled. ‘Or, id might be there to dithtract uth,’ she said.
‘I’m willing to give it a try,’ said Priya. She pulled on it gently and the ring tipped forward rotating around its horizontal axis.
‘I’ll do id,’ said Charlotte.
‘No,’ said Isabel. ‘My turn.’
‘Oh, I love id when your botthy,’ said Charlotte with a wink.
Isabel stepped under the ring is lifted her hands, sliding them into the cylinders. They’d all been caught in previous escape rooms in Chinese finger traps or lobster pots, Charlotte in particular who had a habit of rushing in. Isabel wasn’t sure quite why she had volunteered except that she was the team leader and had felt a sudden powerful urge to protect the blonde just as she’d done in leading her across the bridge.
Charlotte was just so impetuous.
The mechanism inside the cylinders clicked shut, trapping her hands and the huge ring swing upright lifting Isabel by the arms, her feet dangling until she slipped them into those designed for her feet and ankles. Another series of clunks rendered her completely helpless.
‘Ooooh,’ Charlotte said coming to stand in front of her. ‘If only my handth were free.’ She leant forward and ran her captive tongue over Isabel’s right nipple. ‘Thethe lovely nipth wouldn’t be thafe.’
‘Did I miss something?’ Asked Priya watching the pair.
‘Bit of a homo-erotic moment on the bridge,’ Tiffany said.
‘Glad I missed it,’ said Priya pulling face.
‘Says the woman that spent most of it squirming under my tongue,’ said Tiffany with a smirk; then added, ‘Mistress.’
‘You were very good,’ Priya said, her hand sliding over Tiffany’s large white bottom.
‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Tiffany sidled closer.
‘And still in bondage, I see.’ Priya’s caresses continued.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Tiffany said with delight. ‘You could pretty much make me do anything you wanted.’
‘Oh, ged a room you dwo,’ Isabel said, locked helplessly in the frame, then added, ‘Charlodde! Will you thdop that.’
‘Of courthe, Misdress,’ Charlotte said in a reasonable imitation of Tiffany’s squeak despite the ring linking her tongue to her nipples and the nasal hook.’
Isabel made a show of turning her head and trying to turn in her bonds, noticing as she did so that the pull of her tongue on her nipples only increased the sensations that Charlotte’s tongue were creating. ‘Did anythin’ happen?’ She asked. ‘Thecret door…panel?
‘Were you expecting something to happen?’ Professor Kink stood in the doorway to his office.
Isabel recognised him instantly from a picture she’d seen. They’d not met him briefly; they'd arrived at the Escape Room but they knew of him; he was the one who had put up the money and, she gathered, designed the scenario and equipment. She’d tried to look him up but there was very little available; ‘reclusive genius’ was a phrase that came up a lot and conspiracy theories abounded; one site she’d found said he was ‘intensely charismatic’. He was certainly quite handsome. He wore a version of the suit over a leanly muscled frame. There was a military style coat hung around his shoulders and he was holding a gun like the one Commander Songsten had used. Isabel got the impression from the glint in his eye that he would have few scruples about using it.
‘You’ve rather disappointed me,’ he said, gesturing for them to raise their hands although Priya was the only one capable of complying and Isabel’s already were. ‘The great escaper, Isabel Schwarz, falling for the Red Herring but I’m here to play a role so I’m going to launch in to my supervillain spiel about you doing so well and banging on about my plans to use my suits to create an army of loyal slaves here in my top-secret underwater lair…’ He sniggered theatrically. ‘About how I’m here with three dozen submissive sex toys who are conditioned to be gagging for it from the moment they wake up to the moment they go to sleep and probably enjoy sadomasochistic dreams between times as far as I know. Women whose bodies I can shape at will and who’s clothing I can make as brief and degrading as I choose.’
He smiled evilly. ‘And about how I ‘m about to acquire four more; the brilliant Isabel Schwarz, the gorgeously sexy Charlotte Scarlet, the delightfully demure and deliciously needy Priya Prince and hot chick Tiffany Tease. You are going to be a real addition to my collection.’
‘We thtill have dime to eshcabe,’ Isabel said defiantly.
Kink looked at the clock. ‘Seventeen minutes,’ he smiled, ‘I’ll make sure it’s a long speech.’
Isabel turned to look at the clock, regretting it as the movement pulled in her nipples. Part of her thought she should berate him now he was here; he might be playing the role of the mad scientist but what he had put them through was way beyond anything they had expected.
‘I must say, Miss Schwarz.’ Kink continued. ‘I’ve rather enjoyed watching your transformation from cool, calculating scientist to hot palpitating sex toy. Before you entered here, you wouldn’t have dreamed about that kiss on the bridge with the lovely Miss Scarlett and now you’re barely able to get it out of your head. The Isabel Schwarz who entered this scenario wouldn’t have dreamed of submitting herself to the ring in which you find yourself captive.’ He smiled. ‘From what I’ve seen of your work before you usually allow Miss Scarlett here to take the fall.’
Isabel saw Charlotte glance up at her, a look of betrayal in her eyes.
‘And if I’m honest, I was rather hoping to find the lovely Miss Scarlett as the fly in my little trap.’
It was Isabel’s turn to feel betrayed; her sharp mind upstaged by Charlotte with her slim athletic tanned body and her neat little breasts and perfect smile…and her cobalt blue eyes and those soft lips which a short while ago were brushing her own.
She’d never knowingly sent Charlotte into a punishment cell although there had been a few occasions when she could have stopped her and, equally, a few times when she had thought that allowing her to cool off in the sin bin might curb her impetuousness…
Helpless on the ring, Isabel looked at Charlotte; that perfect body displayed in those figure hugging straps that dimpled her taut tanned flesh alluringly and that tight, tight cord that disappeared between her perfect buttocks. The blonde’s body was just so gorgeous it was distracting…
She knew she had to escape but she was all out of ideas.
‘Tho you’ve god uth, Professor,’ Charlotte said in honeyed tones despite the gag, stepping forward to stand before him, lifting her head in a way that Isabel saw also lifted her little breasts. ‘And you’ve god me doo.’ She leant forward. ‘Afder all, I’m compledely helplethth.’ She sauntered past him displaying her body in the way Isabel had seen her do many times; flirting, flaunting her looks to get what she wanted. ‘I mutha thay,’ Charlotte continued. ‘Thith hath been one of the bethd ethcape roomth I’ve done.’ She turns and presses herself against him giving him the full pressure of her tight perfect body and her little perfect breasts with their hard dark, newly pierced nipples poking out, stiff and erect. ‘And thith bondage…’ She struggled theatrically in a way that makes her breasts jiggle. ‘It jutht maketh me tho hot.’ She shook her head to dislodge a stray hair, her nipples following the movement.
‘I’m glad you enjoyed it, Miss Scarlet,’ Kink said. ‘I am rather proud of my little suits.’
‘Oh, Profetthhor,’ Charlotte pressed her body against his. ‘You seem to know exactly how a girl wants to be treated.’ She lifted her mouth towards his. ‘Why don’d you jutht take her down and pud Charlodde in her place. Juthd like you wanded her.’ As she kissed him on the jaw, her blue eyes flicked up to look at Isabel.
‘You bidch!’ Isabel called down in a way that conveyed the blonde’s betrayal.
It was enough.
Professor Kink turned, distracted and looked up at Isabel and at that moment Charlotte struck, bringing one of her perfect thighs up between Kink’s legs. Only Isabel saw the broad smile of pleasure that had as much to do with her plan succeeding as it did with the way the strands of suit between her legs tightened deliciously against her sex; they did much the same as she kicked the gun from his hands allowing Priya to catch it and, by the time she spun on the point of her toes to kick him in the face with her booted foot she was almost on the verge of orgasm.
Breathless, she leant down on the desk pressing her suit against the override and told it to free her hands and her tongue but to leave the delicious crotch rope in place. Isabel spotted that she was so pleased with her own performance that she completely forgot about the nose hook.
She raised a hand to her face. ‘Oh…’ She stopped herself.
‘You can do it again,’ Priya urged.
‘There’s only two charges left,’ Charlotte said, her fingers stroking her tortured nose. ‘And we need one to get Izzy out.’
‘Then you can use the other one to put me back into bondage,’ said Priya hopefully.
They released Isabel from the ring and cuffed a groaning Professor Kink with handcuffs they found in his desk; then Charlotte used the release to free Isabel’s tongue.
‘Come on,’ Isabel said, relieved at the new freedom of her tongue but disappointed that her nipples were no longer being teased. She couldn’t resist playing with the rings.
‘Don’t forget this one,’ Charlotte said, her fingers brushing Isabel’s clit ring.
‘Fifteen minutes,’ Isabel said.
‘You know Izzy…’ Charlotte said. ‘Sometimes…’
‘Fourteen and forty three,’ Isabel said, making herself turn away. ‘We have a final puzzle to solve.’
‘Isabel Schwarz,’ Charlotte sighed resignedly. Then she turned to the others. ‘Come on.’
Charlotte led them again, carrying the Professor’s gun.
In the main engineering bay there were almost a dozen black suited figures, some working at consoles and two working on a Hunter which stood motionless by a large control panel. One of those working on the Hunter was driving a Worker. Isabel couldn’t help but recall the professor’s words; most the woman were bare breasted with rings in their nipples and most like her had bare sexes too; again pierced; all their waists were nipped tight in corseted suits and they had high collars and sheer hoods from which ponytails cascaded; they tottered en-point, some with ‘hooves’ and some with tiny points like Charlotte’s; on two of the women, the suits had taken up the appearance of rubber lingerie with bras that gave them conical breasts and knickers that stretched tight and shiny over their bottoms; straps like suspenders supported what looked like black rubber stockings. Then there were the glistening dildos protruding from the saddle of the Hunter.
‘I want everyone to remain calm,’ Charlotte called out before raising the gun and firing.
There was a loud explosion above and pellets of flaming metal rained down.
Isabel touched her shoulder. ‘We’re in main engineering, my love.’ She wasn’t quite sure what had made her say it and she blushed. ‘Probably not good to discharge plasma weapons.’
‘Sorry,’ Charlotte looked at her. ‘I just wanted to get their attention.’
She clearly had it.
‘Everybody out.’
Most had left already but they watched the women in the worker slip out the the harness and lift herself somewhat reluctantly off the dildo saddle to follow the last two of her colleagues as then tottered through the door, one clearly in the process of being restrained and another in the process of having her screams muffled by a gag.
Charlotte ran to the door and shut it then pointed the weapon at the lock and melted it.
‘I always wanted to do that too.’ She beamed. ‘I can’t believe this is a real ray gun.’
‘What did he mean about keeping us here?’ Priya said. ‘That stuff about his army of loyal sex slaves and adding us to it.’
Isabel frowned. ‘It was a bit weird.’
‘This whole thing has been a bit weird,’ Priya said. ‘I mean, it’s quite a good adult plot…few holes obviously…really realistic but…’ She paused. ‘Just how did he get a ray gun or plasma weapon or whatever to work and how do these suits work?’
‘We’ll know in eleven and a half minutes.’
‘I’m not sure I’d mind staying,’ Priya said. ‘I quite like the idea of being a hot, palpitating sex toy.’
‘I seem to recall that was what he called Isabel,’ Charlotte said, still holding the gun.
‘I’m happy with ‘delightfully demure and deliciously needy’,’ Priya said with a smile.
‘Eleven minutes…’ Isabel said. ‘Or we may all be trapped here.’
There was a heavy clunk on the door.
‘We need to activate the mechanism to release the base,’ Isabel said.
There was a second clunk and the door began to buckle.
‘I think they’re about to break in,’ Charlotte said. ‘And we only have one gun.’
‘There’s a Worker over there, one of us could use that,’ Tiffany said. ‘Not me obviously.’ She turned to show her bound hands.
‘Two of us can hold them off and two can solve the puzzle.’ Suggested Priya.
‘But who…’ Isabel said. She knew she should really solve the puzzle but she had driven one of the Workers before and, besides, Priya couldn’t…
‘I’m going to take this one,’ Priya said striding towards the worker.
‘But…’ Isabel said. ‘The dildo’s…’
‘Sometimes a girl has to take one for the team,’ Priya called back, mounting the leg of the Worker and throwing her own leg over the saddle. ‘Besides, I haven’t even worked out how I’m going to tell my mother why my nipples are pierced.’ She straddled the saddle and then very deliberately lowered herself into place. ‘Oh gods, that feels good.’ Then she looked at them with a smile. ‘It does mean I’ll have to marry a white boy though.’
Isabel watched the harness restrain her, the strange tubes attaching themselves to her nipples before the visor and bit slid into place.
Isabel took a step towards the unoccupied Hunter.
‘No, this one’s mine…’ Charlotte blocked her path.
‘But…’
‘Izzy, you’re the brains of the outfit, you can solve this puzzle.’ She grinned in that way that Charlotte did, all pretty dimples and white teeth that usually made Isabel want to smash her face in. ‘Besides, I really want those dildos inside me right now.’
‘But…’ Isabel protested. She too wanted to mount the Hunter, to feel the tubes on her nipples and the dildos inside her.
‘You’ve got the gun,’ Isabel said.
‘Actually I used the last charge on the door,’ Charlotte said, looking slightly sheepish.
‘Oh!’ Isabel couldn't help but smile.
‘Suit!’ Charlotte said, lifting her hand. ‘Restrain her.’ She touched the disc to Isabel’s suit.
‘No!’ Isabel struggled but, as before, she could not prevent her arms being dragged behind her back and held there.’
‘Sorry, Izzy,’ Charlotte with a wink. ‘You’re just so cute when you concentrate, and that bondage really makes your tits stick out.’
Isabel looked down; her breasts might not be as big as Tiffany’s but they had definitely grown and standing with her arms pressed together from the elbows down made them stand out.
When she looked up, it was to find Charlotte standing right in front of her. With her arms restrained, there was nothing she could do when Charlotte put a fist in her hair and kissed her full on the lips.
When the blonde pulled away, Isabel stood staring, open mouthed.
‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,’ Charlotte said, wiping her mouth with her finger. ‘But I guess to you, I’ll always be the dumb blonde.’ A sad expression crossed her face and she turned away then looked back over her shoulder. ‘Though you’ve got to admit I’m cute.’
She tottered away on the tiny pointed shoes swinging her perfect bottom with the toy black thong disappearing between her cheeks.
Isabel had watched Charlotte mount the Hunter, watched her impale herself on the dildos with a howl of pleasure, watched the harness restrain her and the tubes bite onto her nipples and the visor and bit push across her face when she heard Tiffany calling…
‘Mistress?’
Isabel looked away as Charlotte took her first confident step in the Hunter with a whoop of pleasure. ‘Weapons shysthems on-line.’ She cried around the bit between her teeth. ‘Logg and load.’
Tiffany was standing there beside her, slightly crouched as if the weight of her huge breasts were dragging her forward. ‘Mistress, we have eight minutes to solve the code and release the station.’
At that moment, Priya cried out a warning and Isabel looked up to see the door burst open.
A squad of black suited guards ran in, toting guns they had carried in the videos. All of them seemed very much in control of all their movements. They were backed up by two Hunters and Isabel saw a third in the corridor behind.
Priya guided her worker forward and Charlotte advanced her Hunter.
‘Will there be enough time, Mistress?’ Tiffany asked.
‘We’ll manage,’ Isabel laughed. ‘I’m the brains of the outfit, remember.’ She glanced across at Charlotte in the Hunter, a smile playing on her lips then looked at Tiffany who appeared slightly skeptical despite her submissive demeanour but lowered her cobalt blue eyes in face of Isabel’s challenging gaze.
Then, Isobel Schwarz, escape room champion turned her attention to the control panel as hell was unleashed around her.