Episode 6: Kink’s Kinky Kingdom (Part 2)
‘Led’s ged on with id, schall we?’ Tiffany said, walking towards the now open doors.
Isabel gazed mutely at Charlotte over her gag. She craved to be held for a little longer; surely it wasn’t too much to ask to relish that post-orgasm bliss; she thought the other girl understood, gazing back with a similar mute eloquence then the blonde lifted her from the phallus and deposited her onto the rubber floor before turning to follow the others.
Beyond the door was another giant staircase and with their arms restrained, Priya and Tiffany were both forced to go up one step at a time, sitting on their plugs every time. Charlotte ran ahead and Isabel crawled behind.
‘Level 2: Swingers Gallery’ appeared to have been built as a playground for Charlotte and, when the others arrived at the top the blonde was already scaling a rope ladder up to a platform. As they watched, she swung on a rope and caught a net, plucking off a Krown that hung beside it and stuffing it into her bra as she began to climb.
Once more, Isabel watched in awe as the blonde leaped effortlessly from obstacle to obstacle, pausing only occasionally to stuff a coin in her bra or when she turned her head too vigorously and cupped a hand to her stretched nipples. At one point, she ran along a narrow beam and summersaulted onto a platform with a style a video game heroine would have envied.
After several minutes, she dropped to the floor in front of them, smiling round her gag and pulled a handful of Kinky Krowns from her bra.
‘You see,’ said Priya to Tiffany, ‘we all have our part to play.’
Tiffany scowled. ‘ell un, Charlodde.’ She said sourly, looking everywhere but at the beaming blonde who winked down at Isabel before bouncing up and down and pointing the way she knew they should be heading.
Only Charlotte could make the performance as endearing as a cartoon animal.
They crossed another chessboard, this time using a musical cipher based around the eight notes of the major scale, and then came to a gallery that looked like another level of a platform game. Ahead of them, padded mallets swung back and forth and the only path was a padded bridge about a foot wide with a rounded top. Charlotte danced along it, gracefully evading the threat of the mallets and then Isabel crawled across it on her belly, the mallets passing just overhead. With their arms bound and lacking Charlotte’s agility, Priya and Tiffany struggled, forced to straddle the bridge and edge along it as best they could, leaning back and forwards to avoid the swinging mallets that threatened to unseat them.
Tiffany made it across, red faced from the exertion and the effect of almost five minutes of stimulation from the dildo vibrating inside her.
Following behind, Priya didn’t. About half way across, the dark skinned girl gave a gasp that might have been pain or surprise but was probably a poorly concealed orgasm and then it struck her, the swinging mallet knocking her from the bridge and sending her tumbling into the depths below.
‘Priya.’ Charlotte was the first to respond, just realised from her gag. ‘I’m going down after her.’
‘Nnng.’ Tiffany shook her head and gestured with her shoulder to a slot in a raised metal pillar. ‘Ere. Gingy Gown.’
Charlotte took a moment to understand before asking for a coin and then, realising she would have to get it herself, grabbed Tiffany’s bag.
The redhead didn’t protest as Charlotte took a Krown and posted it into the slot.
‘Emergency Release Activated.’
A joystick appeared in the top of the metal pillar.
‘What?’ Charlotte cried in confusion.
Isabel peered over the edge of the pit. ‘Mnnnnggn,’ she said as loudly as she could, pointing with her elbow.
‘What’s going down, Lassie?’ Tiffany asked, her gag vanishing and, with it, her usual sarcasm returning.
Isabel gestured again, pointing to Priya, her head now visible in a ball pit similar to the one they had swum through.
Charlotte took hold of the joystick and began to move it. Above them they heard the sound of machinery then a grab hook lowered into view.
‘Twenty five seconds until contestant elimination.’
Charlotte pushed the joystick forwards and the grab hook lowered. ‘Priya,’ she called.
Priya looked up. ‘I’m ok, but I can’t climb out. The suit has closed round my legs.’
‘Don’t worry,’ Charlotte said, with her tongue pressed between her lips in her usual look of concentration, ‘we’re coming to get you.’
The grab hook lowered.
‘Twenty seconds…’
The hook lowered further, just above Priya’s head and she bent forward lifting her bound arms.
‘I can’t grab it.’
‘Priya, lie down,’ Tiffany shouted suddenly. ‘Now!’
Priya looked puzzled but then complied, throwing herself onto the top of the balls.
‘Charlotte, press the button.’
Charlotte looked puzzled too.
‘Just, do it, blondie!’ Tiffany snapped with a tone that did not allow for augment.
‘Fifteen seconds…’
Charlotte pressed the button on the top of the joystick and the grab hook dropped, claws spreading and landing on either side of Priya.
‘Press it again.’ Tiffany said in a quieter, calmer voice.
Charlotte did as she was told and the grab hook began to rise, the claws closing under Priya’s body lifting her, bringing her back up to the level of the bridge.
‘Again.’
Charlotte pressed the button and the claw stopped, Priya’s body hanging in front of them.
‘Ten seconds…’
‘Don’t move,’ Tiffany instructed Priya then, to Charlotte. ‘Gently bring her in.’
Charlotte moved the joystick and the helpless girl swung over the side.
‘And down.’
Charlotte pressed the button again and the helpless girl dropped onto the rubber floor beside them like a landed fish.
All three look at Tiffany.
‘I grew up in a fairground,’ the redhead said, ‘I could get any prize from any machine.’
‘Elimination terminated.’
‘Thank you,’ Charlotte said quietly.
Tiffany bumped her shoulder against the blonde’s and turned away. ‘It had to come in useful sometime.’
They watched as Priya’s suit reconfigured, freeing her legs although her arms remained restrained.
‘Looks like you’re on again, Iz.’ Tiffany said as they reached another set of doors with a saddle and phallus to open it.
Isabel crawled forward with a sigh.
She’d just noticed that the suit had given her a thick black spiked collar.
At least Tiffany wasn’t using dog names for her anymore.
‘One hour and five minutes remain.’
Awkwardly, on elbows and knees, Isabel climbed on to the saddle and impaled herself on the phallus.
‘Challenge activated. Arousal at twenty one percent.’
Inwardly Isabel sighed again. It was only fifteen minutes since her last orgasm and little had happened to excite her except perhaps Charlotte doing her athletic stuff. She was suddenly very aware that she was now going to have to masturbate again in front of her friends and who knew who else.
Half heartedly she slid up and down the phallus.
‘Arousal at twenty two percent. Three minutes and fifty five seconds remain.’
Then, suddenly Charlotte was there, seated behind her, arms circling Isabel’s captive body, her face nuzzling her neck.
‘Need a little help?’
‘Arousal at thirty percent.’
Those hands went to Isabel’s breasts and then she felt the blonde’s lips on her neck.
‘Come on, Iz.’ Charlotte whispered as she kissed her on the neck above the collar and played with her nipples.
‘Arousal at thirty seven percent.’
‘You can do it.’
Those fingers on her nipples felt delicious.
‘Don’t let me down.’
‘Three minutes and five seconds remaining.’
‘Do it for me.’
Those fingers…
‘Do it for Charlotte.’
Pinching Isabel’s nipples.
‘You wouldn’t want to disappoint Mistress Charlotte would you?’
Isabel gasped around her gag.
‘Arousal at sixty three percent… two minutes twenty…’
‘I don’t think you’re trying Izzy.’ Charlotte’s voice had an edge to it.
Those fingers pinched harder. Isabel squirmed.
‘You’re not going to disappoint me are you? Mistress Charlotte doesn’t like to be disappointed.’
One hand traced down Isabel’s belly.
‘Don’t make Mistress Charlotte punish you.’
‘Arousal at seventy nine percent…one minute forty five remaining.’
Isabel was riding up and down, head back, rubbing herself against Charlotte’s body.
‘You know, Iz…’ Charlotte’s finger slid lower, pushing between Isabel’s legs. ‘I’ve grown quite attached to seeing you like this…’
The finger reached Isabel’s clit, circling…
‘When we get out, I think I’m going to keep you like this…’
‘Arousal at eight eight percent…fifty five seconds…’
‘Keep you chained to my bed…my private sex toy…I’m going to play with you all the time and I’m thinking of some very naughty games…’
Isabel gasped, working her sex on the phallus. The arousal was there but the more she tried to force it, the more it eluded her.
‘But if you want that, you’ll have to be a good little girl and do what Mistress Charlotte tells you…’
Isabel nodded, panting hard. ‘Mmmmm…’ She really wanted to play those games.
‘Twenty five seconds remaining…’
‘And right now, Mistress Charlotte is telling you to cum like the horny little slut you are…’
Mistress Charlotte was right, Isabel was feeling horny now.
‘Arousal at ninety six percent…’
‘Cum for Mistress Charlotte, Isabel, cum to please your mistress…’
Isabel made a muffled sound of determination and desire.
‘Scenario extended by ten seconds…’
The part of Isabel’s brain that wasn’t focussing on her need to climax knew that somehow Tiffany or Priya had used a Krown to give her more time.
She grunted and rocked violently on the phallus.
‘Cum for Mistress Charlotte you naughty little bitch…’
Isabel screamed into her gag as Charlotte pinched her nipple hard as the wave of orgasm finally broke over her, pleasure flooding through her body.
‘Orgasm achieved.’
Isabel was dimly aware of the doors sliding open.
When Isabel levered herself off the phallus, she felt like she had run a marathon again. She also wondered how many more times she might have to do this.
Would Charlotte’s attention be enough next time? She looked up at the blonde.
‘I worked on a sex chat line one summer,’ the blonde said with a shrug, ‘and that sort of dirty talk always comes in handy.’
‘Bmmmn...’ Isabel said suddenly realising that the blonde had probably just been teasing her.
Charlotte grinned. ‘Oh, I meant that stuff about keeping you as a sex toy.’ She pointed down as Isabel. ‘You’re mine now. If I had a leash, I’d definitely put it on that gorgeous collar you’re wearing.’
Then, in true Charlotte fashion, she turned away and walked through the door with Isabel crawling after her.
They appeared to be in a steel box, an elevator. There was a slot and Charlotte fed in a Krown.
‘Going up.’
Priya laughed. ‘I thought we might be going down.’
‘You’ve already gone down.’ Tiffany said.
‘Oh yes.’ Priya smiled.
‘You might need to do it again, if we find Cunnilingus Corridor?’ suggested Charlotte with an impish smile.
‘I’m straight,’ Priya said primly. Then she looked up. ‘I feel it’s important my fans know that.’
‘Level 3: Anal Avenue.’
‘Oh f…’ Tiffany said.
They emerged from the elevator to see a glass booth. There was a frame inside which was obviously designed for a girl to bend over making her bottom an easy target.
‘This can’t be good,’ said Tiffany.
‘I took the last enema,’ Charlotte said quickly.
‘Only because you didn’t have any choice,’ Priya said. ‘You know he’s still unhappy that you attacked him.’
‘After what he’s been doing to us?’ Charlotte said. ‘Wait, how do you know?’
‘He told me when he took me off the stage in the theatre.’ Priya’s voice had a guilty quality.
‘Did he say anything else?’ Tiffany asked. ‘Like how long he’s going to keep us hostages like this.’
‘Technically, we’re not hostages…’
‘What are we then? Kidnap victims? Prostitutes?
‘We are under a binding contract.’ Priya said a little primly.
‘I don’t recall seeing anything in the small print about having plugs in my pussy and my ass,’ Tiffany said vehemently.
‘But it didn’t say he couldn’t do that…if it’s part of the scenario.’
‘Surely he can’t do anything that will permanently harm us,’ Charlotte said. ‘Like the piercings.’
‘Actually, I quite like mine,’ Priya said. ‘Though I will have to get them removed when we escape and that probably means they aren’t permanent.’
‘If we escape!’ Charlotte said.
‘We will!’ Tiffany said sharply but it was said more in the form of dogma than true belief.
‘They’re not just harmful are they.’ Charlotte said.
‘What?’ Tiffany and Priya looked at her.
‘The things he’s going to us.’
The others stared at her.
‘Oh come on!’ the blonde said, ‘we’ve been behaving like bitches on heat since we put these suits on. I’ve had more orgasms in the last three…adventures here than I’ve had in the last three months and I’m still randy as a rabbit…’
‘I am enjoying it too,’ Priya said.
‘That still leaves one of us taking an enema for the team,’ Tiffany said rather stiffly.
‘I did the Fellatio Challenge,’ Priya added.
Tiffany glowered at her. ‘Trussed up like this, I don’t think I’d get in the frame.’
‘The suit let me out when I went for a challenge,’ Priya said with what could only be described as a smirk.
Tiffany stepped up to the booth. ‘See...’ she said triumphantly when her arms remained resolutely welded to her back.
Then her suit reconfigured.
‘Fuck!’
‘Swearing violation…punishment initiated.’
‘At least there is only one way it can go in,’ Charlotte said, rather too gleefully earning herself a glance of disapproval from both girls and a warning growl from Isabel.
‘Nggnnh!’ Tiffany bent over the frame, placing her neck on it then putting her arms up by her head and spreading her legs.
‘Challenge initiated.’ The voice said and the metal cuffs of the frame sprang shut. ‘Select choice of enema.’
‘Ngghghgh!’ Tiffany struggled violently but the frame held her.
Charlotte grinned and studied the controls. It only took her a moment to press the button labelled: “Level 1: Acclimatisation.” As she touched it, a nozzle pushed its way toward Tiffany’s unprotected bottom, linking with her butt plug.
‘System engaged.’
It was obvious by the way the redhead stiffened that something was happening and, looking carefully, they could all see a clear liquid running through the pipe to the nozzle.
‘Enema complete.’ The voice said after a few moments. ‘Select degree of difficulty to earn Krowns.’
Charlotte’s fingers hovered over the buttons:
“Level 2: Nice ’n’ Spicy”
“Level 3: Scalding Cleanse”
“Level 4: Hot Chocolate Explosion”
Charlotte’s hand hovered over the fourth button.
‘We’re a team, remember?’ Priya said, nudging her with her shoulder.
‘Alright,’ Charlotte sighed. She pressed the second button.
This time the fluid was obvious, a bright green with fragments of solid in it.
‘I think those might be jalapenos,’ Priya said. ‘I’ll never eat another rogan josh.’
Tiffany’s reaction suggested Priya was right, the redhead gasped as the liquid flowed into her and tensed, her back arched. ‘Ngggghhnnn.’ Her buttocks were tightly clenched.
‘I’m surprised, you didn’t want to try.’ Charlotte said to Priya with obvious amusement.
‘Because I’m Indian and I eat curry?’ Pryia said indignantly.
‘No, because you seem to be enjoying this more than the rest of us.’
‘I’m not a complete sadist.’
Tiffany’s skin had begun to turn as red as her hair. The metal frame confining her was vibrating as the redhead’s body trembled violently.
‘I’m quite glad you didn’t go to Level 3,’ Priya said.
‘It was tempting.’
‘You really should try to get along.’
‘I do, she’s just so…difficult.’
‘You make her feel embarrassed,’ Priya said.
‘I…’ Charlotte stifled an expletive. ‘She’s a music major. Have you seen her on stage? She’s unbelievably talented…’
‘And you’re just here on a gym scholarship?’
Charlotte glared at Priya.
‘I’m just saying…’ Priya said defensively. ‘You both got in on merit, just different merits. But that’s not why you intimidate her.’ Priya paused. ‘You heard what she said about growing up on a fairground. Her family is dirt poor, she’s the first one to even go to college. And you’re from one of the richest families in the state.’
‘Oh!’ Charlotte’s face took on an unexpectedly thoughtful expression and Isabel realised the blonde hadn’t even thought of this. ‘She is…’ Charlotte paused. ‘A bit of a…’
Priya raised an eyebrow.
‘Yeah, ok.’
Any further discourse was prevented by a howl from Tiffany as the frame released her and she collapsed on the floor.
‘Challenge complete.’
Isabel watched as Charlotte crouched beside Tiffany.
‘Are you ok, Tiff?’ The blonde asked with surprising gentleness.
Tiffany glowered and mumbled something into her gag. It was probably just as well she was gagged.
‘Forty minutes remaining.’
‘Come on,’ said Priya. ‘Let’s take the Krowns and move on.’
Charlotte collected up the two tokens then helped Tiffany to her feet. The redhead was shaking visibly and mewling into her gag but managed to put an arm around Charlotte’s shoulder and stagger beside the blonde as Priya led them through two more gaps in the walls to the edge of another chessboard.
‘Unnghh.’ Tiffany gasped as her gag disappeared. ‘That was…’ She stopped herself. ‘Not good.’ She reached out to Charlotte for support as her arms were freed. ‘Don’t think I won’t forget that, Blondie.’
Charlotte glanced at Isabel with an injured look in her eyes.
‘She did give you the minimum challenge.’ Priya said quickly.
‘Really?’ Tiffany was trying to stand on her own.
‘Really.’ Priya nodded, grinning as her suit released her arms. ‘None of us wanted to see “Hot Chocolate Explosion”.’
Tiffany rolled her eyes.
They crossed the chessboard with ease this time, a simple cipher in hexadecimal. On the other side a sign read “Tenderbutts Lane.”
‘For the love of god!’ Tiffany exclaimed, her shoulders sagging. ‘Please no!’
There were three frames, a little like the frame Tiffany had just allowed herself to be locked in for the enema. However, these were on wheels.
‘I’ve always wondered what it was like to be spanked,’ Priya said. ‘It’s very hard to do it to yourself.’
‘You don’t say?’ Tiffany said. ‘Let me tell you, it’s fine for the first few slaps unless he uses his belt.’
Charlotte and Priya looked at each other. Then Priya climbed onto one of the frames which clicked shut locking her into a kneeling position.
‘If we must.’ Tiffany climbed onto the next one, bending down and just about stopping an expletive as her skirt lifted leaving the tiny thong, her plugs and her pale round bottom exposed.
‘You let the boys spank you?’ Charlotte asked, taking hold of her frame and looking down at Tiffany.
‘What else can a girl do?’ Tiffany turned to look up at her. ‘You might have them eating out of your hand or whichever part of that gorgeous body of yours but the rest of us have to work for it.’
‘But…’
‘Thirty minutes…’
‘Just get down and do it, Blondie!’
Charlotte climbed onto the third frame and the locks clicked shut around her.
Isabel watched them with a sigh.
‘Oh!’ exclaimed Priya. ‘Did you get that too.’
‘Yes,’ said Tiffany with little enthusiasm. ‘At least there might be something to distract us.’
‘Place your bets, gentlemen.’ It was Kink’s voice. ‘A field of three! Lovely, lithe Charlotte Scarlet, voluptuous Tiffany Tease and the delightfully dusky and very kinky Priya Prince.’
‘He’s being racist again.’
‘Put your money where your mouth is. Ten dollars a spank.’
‘What?’ Charlotte pulled at the frame holding her.
‘The more spanks she gets, the further she goes,’ Kink continued. ‘Great prizes if you back the winning contestant.’
There were three tracks marked ahead of them about one hundred yards long.
Isabel watched as a metal cylinder emerged from the floor beside each of her friends and an arm extended bearing a leather strop, poised, behind each of their bottoms. There was an expectant pause and then the first slap rang out. Charlotte was propelled about a foot forwards, a red weal appearing on her bottom. The blonde yelped and jerked in her frame then glanced back at Priya and Tiffany. Then the race seemed to explode in a flurry of blows, leather slapping on bare flesh as the cylinders spun along beside the tracks, the strops whirling delivering blow after blow to the helpless girl’s rear ends and propelling them forwards.
Isabel crawled beside them, watching helplessly and wide eyed as her friends’ bottoms began to glow red, then redder; about half way along the course, Charlotte in an uncomfortable lead, all three girls were squealing with pain as the strops struck them again and again.
Charlotte won, of course by quite some margin. It was clear that Kink’s viewers favoured the lithe blonde in her cheerleader costume, the trunks of which had helpfully turned into a thong for the race.
As they crossed the line, the frames released them and all three slid from them onto their knees on the floor, tears in their eyes.
All three had blisters on their bottoms.
‘That was a bit much even for me,’ Priya said, wiping away tears. ‘I’m going to add ‘no heavy spanking’ to my profile.’
‘Fifteen minutes remaining…’
‘We’re never going to do this.’ Tiffany said, reaching round and wincing as her fingers touched her glowing, blistered cheeks.’ She carefully lowered her skirt but then lifted it again.
‘We’re going to make it,’ Charlotte said firmly. ‘Come on, Iz.’
Isabel sighed and climbed onto the saddle beside the sliding doors.
‘Challenge commenced. Arousal at thirty percent.’
‘Isabel.’ Charlotte climbed up behind her, leaning forward this time to avoid putting any weight on her bottom. ‘Did you enjoy watching me get spanked?’
Isabel shook her head.
‘Sure?’
Isabel nodded.
‘If you say so.’ Charlotte’s fingers began to work their magic on Isabel’s body.
‘Two minutes and fifty five seconds.’
Isabel shook her head. She couldn’t do this. She was amazed she’d managed to climax at the previous doors. She’d been constantly horny for their first two escapes and somehow wasn’t in this one.
Presumably it was because she wasn’t being constantly stimulated like the others and maybe Kink had some control over her arousal.
She growled into her gag in frustration.
‘Sure you can.’ Charlotte said then turned to the other two. ‘Can you give us some privacy?’
‘So, Iz.’ Charlotte whispered in Isabel’s ear. ‘Just the two of us.’
Isabel nodded, unsure where this was going.
‘Hot little repressed Izzy and promiscuous Charlotte.’
Those fingers were on Isabel’s nipples again.
‘I can’t believe what a hot little slut you are.’
‘Nnnggh.’ Isabel shook her head.
‘Don’t deny it. You’ve been living next to me for a year and I haven’t caught a whiff of it. Have you been teasing me all this time?’
Isabel shook her head again. The teasing on her nipples was maddening.
‘Arousal at fifty four percent. Two minutes remaining.’
‘You are so hot. Have you any idea how many times I’ve pressed myself against the door between our rooms and wished I was in your bed? You’re such a minx, teasing me the way you do!’
‘Nnhhgghh.’ Isabel shook her head though she had thought about it a little; wondered who might have the key for the connecting door. It had always been locked. If…when…they got out of this she might just have to find out where the key was.
‘So what do you want from Charlotte?’
‘Ugghh?’
‘What do you fantasise about?’ Charlotte said, her hands playing with Isabel’s clit. ‘Were you waiting for me to come crawling to your door naked with a whip in my teeth and beg you to punish me?’
‘Ngghhn.’ Isabel shook her head although the images created by the blonde’s words filled her head and her pussy.
‘No? But maybe you’d like that now.’
‘Ngghhhhn.’
‘Don’t lie to me.’ Charlotte pinched Isabel’s nipples. ‘You want me naked at your feet. Isabel Schwarz doesn’t do submission. Isabel Schwarz is dominant. That’s why you let me join your little group. You wanted pretty Charlotte as your hot little cheerleader, you wanted to be able to control her, to use her as your pussy slut, you wanted her on her knees with her tongue in your hot little slit, raking back and forward, eating you out. You wanted Charlotte as your sex slave.’
Isabel gasped at the thought, at the idea of the blonde kneeling at her feet; chained up perhaps or bound, gagged - ring-gagged, leashed, crawling at her heels.
‘Arousal at ninety seven percent. Five seconds remaining.’
‘Oh, Iz,’ Charlotte held her close. ‘I want that too.’
‘Orgasm achieved.’
‘But for the moment,’ Charlotte said, ‘you’re my bitch.’
Isabel looked back to see Charlotte grinning.
‘We’re going to have so much fun next semester.’
Isabel nodded.
‘And look,’ Charlotte said, ‘I’ve found this.’ She held up a leather dog leash.
Isabel’s eyes widened but she didn’t try to resist when the blonde clipped it to her collar.
‘Come along.’
Isabel followed, slid from the saddle and crawled along on her knees and elbows trying not to look too closely at the blisters and bruises now marring Charlotte’s perfect bottom and wondering just what level her arousal was now.
“Access to Level 4” the sign read.
“Nipple Clamp Ramp”
‘This guy is a psycho!’ Tiffany said.
‘I think he’s quite inventive,’ Priya said.
Tiffany scowled. ‘Come on.’
There were six holes in the wall arranged in three pairs and at breast height.
‘I don’t…’ Tiffany left her opinion unsaid but it was probably something about not fucking believing it.
‘We’re nearly there,’ Charlotte said, grimacing as she stood before two of the holes and cautiously put her breasts into them. ‘Ow!’
‘Nipple clamps?’
‘You’d better believe it.’ Charlotte’s suit reconfigured as she spoke, pinning her arms behind her back. ‘My nips are already feeling the pressure after the Swingers Level.’
Priya was next. ‘Oh, exciting!’
‘Yeah, right.’ Tiffany rolled her eyes but stepped up to the mark. She had to wriggle to push her large breasts through the holes then ‘snap’. The redhead suppressed a curse even as her suit pinned her arms behind her back.
‘Challenge commenced.’
‘What do we do?’ Priya asked. ‘Just stand here?’
‘I think we’re supposed to walk up the ramp behind us.’
‘Bring it on.’ Tiffany took a step back jerking her large breasts free of the holes she’d just pushed them into, there were clover clamps gripping her nipples and these were attached to what looked like black string.
She took another step back as Priya’s clamped nipples emerged then Charlotte’s, the strings stretching them gently.
‘Elastic.’
Isabel watched as the three girls slowly stepped backward.
‘This is not pleasant.’ Priya said with about three yards of elastic between her and the wall, her breasts stretched into distorted cones.
‘Keep going,’ Tiffany said. The redhead was half way up the ramp, her large breasts stretched obscenely.
‘Do you think these lines on the ramp are targets?’ Priya asked.
‘I think so.’ Tiffany stepped back across the first line on the floor suppressing a cry of pain.
‘You have earned one Krown,’ the voice said.
‘How can you stand it?’ Charlotte asked, her voice edged with pain. She had managed less distance than Priya although her little breasts were distorted in a similar way.
‘When you’ve got a rack like this, everybody wants to enjoy them. You can’t imagine how much abuse my tits get. I had one boyfriend who liked to bind them with wire and then make me go out like that.’
‘Why didn’t you just say ‘no’?’ Charlotte said, her voice strained as taut as her nipples.
‘I’m a dumpy redhead, I have to take what I can get,’ Tiffany shot back. ‘I don’t get the pick of guys like some people.’
‘But you’re gorgeous.’ Charlotte gasped as she turned towards Tiffany and the clamp on her right nipple tightened. Isabel could see the blonde’s comment was genuine.
‘You know I’m getting quite an insight into all your sex lives,’ Priya said. ‘All this time I worried I was the kinky one and now I find I’m just normal.’ She was leaning forward to relieve some of the stress on her nipples. Isabel saw her push her foot back trying to reach the first line.
‘I didn’t say I enjoyed having my tits tortured,’ Tiffany said, forcing another step.
‘I am on the line.’ Priya said.
‘You probably have to cross it. He’s not going to make this easy.’
‘I am not sure what hurts the most,’ Priya said, ‘my nipples or my butt. I mean I’ve always wanted to try this sort of stuff but does it have to hurt this much?’ She forced herself to straighten up and then stepped back across the line.
‘Two Krowns.’
‘Maybe you should try being a dom.’ Charlotte said, clearly forcing herself to reach the line.
‘But I like being tied up so much,’ Priya said. ‘Can I be tied up and not spanked and not have my nipples abused. I mean I don’t mind nipple clamps but this is a bit much.’ Then she added more loudly, ‘and I don’t want to be spanked again today.’
‘Forty seconds of this challenge remain.’
‘Come on girls, let’s make the most of it.’ Tiffany stepped back clearly intent on reaching the second line.
Charlotte was inching backwards too, the blonde was biting her lips and concentrating fiercely.
‘Three Krowns.’
‘Well done Charlie.’ Tiffany’s voice was tense with pain.
‘Five seconds…’
Tiffany hurled herself backwards, a scream ripped from her lips.
‘Four Krowns…Challenge completed.’
The clamps snapped off their nipples causing all three girls to cry out and stumble backwards as the clamps on their elastic strings slithered back into the wall. Priya and Tiffany fell back onto their bottoms, both crying out with pain but Charlotte just about stayed on her feet.
‘Ow!’ Charlotte gently cupped her breasts as her arms were released, massaging her sore nipples then bent to gather coins. Tiffany, too, touched her breasts.
‘Here.’ Charlotte passed the Krowns to Tiffany who slipped them into her bag. ‘Well done,’ the blonde said. ‘I’d never have made it to the second line.’
Tiffany smiled awkwardly and Isabel was sure the redhead blushed slightly.
‘And I meant what I said, Tiff, you are gorgeous,’ the blonde continued. ‘You shouldn’t let people, least of all guys, push you around.’
‘Come on,’ Tiffany said, turning away. ‘Level 4 awaits.’
Charlotte grinned and picked up Isabel’s leash. ‘Come on Iz.’
“Level 4: Sexual Nirvana” read the sign.
‘Oh, I like the sound of that,’ Priya said excitedly.
‘Don’t get too excited,’ Tiffany snapped.
“Enter via the booth”
The booth was a revolving door and they had to go through one at a time. Tiffany put a Krown into the slot and pushed Priya through. Isabel thought she saw the girl stagger as she entered the space beyond. Tiffany followed.
‘Fifteen minutes until lockdown.’
‘Do you think we can do it?’ Charlotte asked.
Isabel shrugged as best she could in her bondage.
‘Come on Iz, we have to try.’
Isabel nodded and Charlotte put a Krown in the slot for her. It was awkward coming up onto her knees to fit in the door but she managed it, like a dog walking on hind legs, spilling out onto the rubber covered floor beyond. Even as she arrived, she knew something was wrong.
Priya was on her knees, bent forwards, panting hard. Tiffany was leaning against one of the rubber walls, her hand on her pussy, her face flushed.
‘Mmmmnnnggn.’ Isabel managed shouting as loudly through her gag as she could to gain their attention.
Priya turned her head to look at her and Tiffany lifted her gaze for a moment. Both girls had a faraway look in their eyes.
At that moment, Charlotte came through the rotating door.
‘Mmmnnnggn,’ Isabel tried again, rearing up in front of the blonde.
Charlotte smiled. ‘What a good little pet you are.’ She reached out to pat Isabel who shook her head wildly, her leash bouncing.
‘Oh.’ A smile crept onto Charlotte’s face. ‘Do you feel that.’
Isabel shook her head.
‘It’s really very nice.’ Charlotte’s hand dropped to her groin. ‘Very, very nice.’ She looked down at Isabel. ‘My nipple rings are buzzing too. Are you really not getting that at all?’
Isabel felt nothing but then she’d not felt any of the ‘inducements’ or ‘rewards’ the others had enjoyed.
‘Nmmnng.’ Isabel tried to gesture with her head then pointed with her elbow.
The room was a little like the first level: rubber walls and floor and a wall in front of them with a horizontal slot in it that a girl could squeeze through.
‘You’re right,’ Charlotte said, ‘we should move.’ Her face was flushed and her nipples swollen although, Isabel thought, that could be the effect of the clamps. ‘Though, I really do feel…’ She bit her lip then looked at Isabel. ‘Yes, come on.’ She turned and gripped hold of Tiffany. ‘Come on, Tiff.’
Tiffany glared at her, her right hand rubbing her crotch.
‘Tiff!’
Tiffany nodded but didn’t move.
Charlotte grabbed the redhead’s arm and started to pull her along as Isabel nudged Priya.
‘You do look cute like that,’ Priya said, petting her. ‘I hope he turns me into a pet at some point.’
‘Priya!’ Charlotte called, pushing Tiffany through the gap in the wall.
Priya looked up. ‘Oh, oh…yes…we need…need to go.’ She began to crawl forward on her knees, holding on to Isabel’s collar. ‘You know, when he does this to us, I really don’t mind that I’ve just been spanked. And I really wouldn’t mind being collared and treated as a pet. And I want to stay here…’
Between them, Isabel and Charlotte managed to cajole and push their companions to the horizontal gap in the wall.
‘Oh,’ Priya said dreamily, ‘that nipple thing again.’
Charlotte pushed the girl through and then manhandled Tiffany into the narrow gap.
Tiffany paused part way through, straddling the gap and rubbing her crotch on the lower part of the wall, her hands going to her breasts. ‘Nipples…yes…. Can’t believe how much they…. Oh, yes…’
Isabel reared up and shoved Tiffany with her forearms making the redhead tumble through the gap. Isabel squeezed after her, Charlotte following behind.
The next gap was vertical.
‘Come on Tiff.’ Charlotte tried to drag the redhead to her knees but Isabel saw the blonde’s hand was rubbing her own crotch.
Isabel nudged Priya again, hoping the girl might grab her collar again and allow herself to be pulled along.
‘You have a leash,’ Priya said, her articulation making her sound drunk. ‘I’d love to be kept on a leash. You have a collar too. You’re really hot aren't you, Isabel, and I thought you were a bit frigid. I wish I was in bondage like you.’
Isabel crawled around her trying not to think of herself as a really kinky sheepdog.
‘You want to play.’ Priya stroked her then guided her head down towards her crotch. ‘If only you weren’t gagged.’ She rubbed Isabel’s face against her sex. ‘I’m straight but sometimes a girl needs to make an exception.’
Isabel struggled and succeeded in using her elbow to push the other girl over.
‘Oh, you want to play rough.’ Priya grabbed Isabel’s collar and allowed herself to be dragged forward.
Ahead Charlotte forced Tiffany through the vertical gap in the wall.
Isabel followed, forced to turn to squeeze through, meaning that Priya’s grip on her collar almost choked her.
‘You’re not getting away that easily.’
They fell through the gap tangled together, Priya groping Isabel who struggled in her arms.
The room ahead was clearly the exit chamber, another phallic saddle and a set of gold double doors labelled “Exit”.
Tiffany was lying on her side, her hands on her pussy with Charlotte standing over her. The blonde played with her own pussy, pulling at the trunks the suit had given her as if to get her fingers inside.
‘Iz.’ Charlotte said, her eyes only partly focussed.
Isabel struggled free of Priya’s grip and crawled towards Charlotte.
‘Nnnnnn.’ Isabel pointed at the phallus on the saddle by the door and was relieved to see that Charlotte understood her.
The blonde bent down and opened the satchel around Tiffany’s shoulder with one hand, the coins spilling on the rubber floor. She dropped to her knees to collect them, her other hand still rubbing between her legs. Isabel watched helplessly as Charlotte struggled to collect the scattered Krowns.
‘I’m sorry, Iz.’ Charlotte fell forward, both hands between her legs, rubbing furiously at her crotch.
‘Five minutes until lockdown.’ The klaxon sounded, the room glowed red in the warning light.
Isabel crawled forwards. There was a 2:00 over the phallic saddle. She knew two minutes would not be enough. The others might be enduring intense stimulation from their suits but she had nothing other than the phallus and, perhaps, the sight of Charlotte writhing helplessly in the throes of sexual arousal. She bent and picked up one of the Krowns between her elbows and crawled to the saddle, somehow managing to deposit the coin in the slot.
2:10.
It took nearly thirty seconds to do the next one.
2:20.
That would have to do.
Two minutes and twenty seconds to masturbate to orgasm from a standing start.
Squelch!
The phallus slid inside her.
‘Arousal at thirty percent.’
She began to ride the phallus, trying to think arousing thoughts: the first guy who had taken an interest in her at college, her first meeting with Charlotte, the incident where Charlotte had been dressed as…a dominatrix!
‘Arousal at thirty seven percent.’
What if she’d recognised it at the time?
What if she’d confronted her friend?
What if she’d dropped to her knees and worshipped those leather boots?
Part of her had wanted to.
But that was ridiculous. Charlotte was a friend, her neighbour.
But what about the prom?
‘Arousal at forty four percent.’
Charlotte had chosen her dress…had helped her dress…leant her underwear.
That underwear had been soooo sexy.
It had been next to Charlotte’s skin before hers.
Dressing like that had turned her on…
‘Arousal at fifty seven percent.’
She’d spent the night at the ball as a goddess. Men had fallen at her feet.
Well, not literally.
But something had held her back.
Reticence?
No, the expectation, the…thing that was supposed to happen but never did.
‘Oh come on, you share clothes, you share underwear for god’s sake.’ Tiffany had said. ‘You’re always in each others’ rooms. How you didn’t end up in bed together after that prom I’ll never know.’
Isabel didn’t either.
What might have happened? Charlotte and her…
‘Arousal at sixty one percent. Sixty seconds remaining.’
The red light began to flash, the siren wailed more intensely. ‘The scenario will lock down in nineteen seconds.’
Glancing round she saw Priya dry humping Tiffany’s rounded bottom as the redhead played with herself moaning in the throes of arousal.
Something touched her leg and Isabel looked down, it was Charlotte on her knees, the expression on her face pleading.
‘Please, Iz, I need to cum.’ Her other hand was rubbing her crotch. ‘Help Charlotte to cum…’
‘Arousal at eighty percent.’
Isabel made herself focus on the task in hand even as Charlotte clawed at her desperately.
‘Iz…’
The idea of having Charlotte grovelling at her feet had never been a fantasy. The idea of Charlotte hadn’t been a fantasy…well, not one she’d ever acknowledged, but what if when they left this place she, Isabel, took on the dominant role? Charlotte didn’t seem to mind being in bondage; in fact she seemed to enjoy it. What if it wasn’t Charlotte keeping Isabel chained to her bed but Isabel with Charlotte in a cage, on a leash, kneeling before her with her tongue in Mistress Isabel’s pussy.
‘Arousal at ninety four percent. Forty seconds remaining.’
‘Please, Iz…’
‘Orgasm achieved.’
It was a bittersweet moment, the bliss of orgasm engulfing her even as she knew she had no time to enjoy it.
‘Thirty seconds until scenario lockdown…’
There was a hissing sound and Isabel looked over at the doors which were opening slowly. She could see Kink there silhouetted from behind in his long coat, smoke surrounded him, dry ice perhaps. He certainly had a flair for the theatrical. If she climbed off the saddle and ‘ran’, she might escape. Maybe she could take Charlotte with her.
‘Charlotte…’ Isabel’s gag was gone. ‘Charlotte, Mistress Isabel commands that you go to the door.’
Charlotte’s blue eyes were wide.
‘Go now, don’t make Mistress punish you.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ The blonde tried to stand but she was literally shaking with need and her legs wouldn’t hold her. She dropped to her knees, crawling the last few yards to the exit.
Isabel forced herself off the phallus and ran…her legs were free…and her arms. The suit had freed her. She was naked save the spiked collar…
…and her implants very buzzing furiously.
‘Priya, Tiffany…’ Isabel ran towards them shocked by her own needs so soon after orgasm and in some part of her mind confirming that she was being manipulated sexually.
‘Fifteen seconds…’
‘Charlotte!’ Isabel turned as she reached the other two girls. The blonde had stopped, was lying on her back with her legs apart rubbing her crotch.
‘Come on.’ Isabel grabbed at Priya and began to pull her off Tiffany. ‘Look!’ She pointed at Kink. ‘We’ve nearly made it.’
Priya looked round, her eyes glazed with arousal.
‘Master…’ The Asian girl reached out her hand, pushed herself to her feet, and staggered.
‘Tiff.’ Isabel took hold of the redhead’s pony tail. ‘Come on.’
Tiffany came up to her knees although both hands were still working her crotch furiously.
‘Tiff, get up.’ Isabel almost screamed.
‘Five seconds…’
‘Tiff, come on.’
‘Master…’ Priya was nearly at the door.
‘Iz... Mistress…’ Charlotte hadn’t moved.
‘Tiff.’ Isabel yanked on Tiffany’s hair.
‘Just need to cum…’ Tiffany’s voice was strained with need.
‘Tiff, there’s no time.’
‘Scenario terminated.’
Isabel watched the doors begin to close.
‘No!’ She looked directly at Kink who lifted his cane in salute.
‘Perhaps next time, Miss Schwarz.’
‘Master!’ Priya was almost at the door but then her legs gave way and by the time she looked up she could only reach out uselessly, one hand outstretched, the other between her legs.
Isabel sunk to her knees and gave in to the inevitable.