The Escape Room (Part 4)
The buzzer sounded again, ‘Voyeurs 4, 5, 6 here, you are in a world of trouble girl. We are going to fuck you so hard you will lose your mind not just the game. Stand in the centre of the room and put on your blindfold.’ …
Elle looked panic stricken as she did as she was instructed and pulled on her blindfold. She heard the door open and footsteps approach her slowly, her heart pounded in her chest and she began to tremble as she waited, and waited for the first touch.
She was so far away from an orgasm now that the thought was the last thing on her mind. That bastard voyeur had succeeded in climbing inside her head. There was no way she was going to allow anyone to fuck her, she would take the machine all day long, but she could not tolerate the idea of a man other than Thorn laying their hands on her. No way was she giving her body to a stranger for the sake of a game. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue. Her panic was real as she heard the door open again and more footsteps, lighter and quicker than the last set. She heard things being moved around, she felt her chain being tugged slowly and then she heard a machine whirring in the background and felt herself being pulled across the room slowly.
She was being dragged into the cage! If she got stuck in there with whoever was in the room with her, there was no way out! Her breathing became laboured and sweat popped and beaded on her forehead. Her hands felt clammy and moist, and then she felt a finger tap her twice on her cheek, her breathing was coming short and fast and her heart was doing double time but when the tap came twice on her other cheek it sank in who was in the room with her. Thorn.
She began to relax slowly, until just her trembling remained. She felt strong hands on her arms as she was led into the cage and pushed down to her knees. Her hands were pulled behind her and held there, her chain attached to her collar had very little slack left in it, and she felt the panic well up in her again at her predicament. She knew if she spoke no one would answer and it could bring about a series of reactions from the voyeurs that she really didn’t need, so wisely, she kept silent.
She heard a piece of furniture being dragged across the floor and as the noise stopped she was pushed forward until her neck rested on a block.
Oh fuck! The stocks! She had seen them earlier but had paid them little mind at all as everyone else appeared to have either forgotten them or was wilfully ignoring them. She felt a smaller pair of hands tap her legs and spread them wider, then the cuffs went on her ankles and she was truly trapped. The smaller hands released her wrists only long enough to place her hands in the wells for the stocks and then the bar came down and she was locked in tight. Her only solace at this point was that she knew Thorn was in there with her and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
She was sure it was Thorn, even though he hadn’t touched her since the taps to her cheek, there was a calmness in the room that she had connected to, it could only be Thorn. It had to be…
A niggling doubt ate at the back of her mind, what if that signal he used was one they all used when they had played enough and it was time to make their prey submit? What if it was someone else that only worked this room? What if it was a voyeur?
No. It couldn’t be, they look, they don’t touch! They’re watchers not doers. That is their thing. She began to breathe easier again as she reasoned out why it could only be Thorn. Until she felt a mouth attach itself to her pussy!
Her whole body jumped at the contact, and a long low moan escaped her as the tongue went to work on her over sensitised clit. Her clamp was swiftly removed and the exquisite pain was almost her undoing, coupled with that tongue dancing along her labia and sucking at her clit hard then soft, then flicking, then fingers joined in, small female fingers, she was sure, slid inside her pussy and pulled the ben wa balls out of her one at a time, making sure they chimed heavily on their exit. The vibrations rang all the way through her body and she cried out in dismay as she felt her mind losing control over her orgasm that was now rushing back up to the surface with a vengeance. My god she was a fucking slut! Her humiliation at her own behaviour devoured her mind and filled her with shame at her blatant wantonness. every part of her skin prickled with the shame.
Elle felt her focus drifting, despite her humiliation and shame, her concentration on not coming was being sorely tested as she became lost in the amazing feelings coursing through her pussy and clit courtesy of the attention it was receiving, it wasn’t rough or heavy, just a light touch, fingers sinking into her very wet pussy and bending up and stroking her g-spot languidly, lazy circles from tiny fingers, fingers that Elle was entranced with and knew very well. It was Annalise, Thorn’s club sub, tiny little Annalise who was exquisite to look at in every way. Annalise, who Thorn had instructed to play with Elle whenever he was working. Her own personal little blonde doll. She had been a constant in the Toy Room from day one and the two women had become very close. Thorn had maximised on that closeness and introduced her into their lives on a once a week basis. He fed all aspects of Elle’s needs and she revelled in it.
Her thoughts scattered and there was no more time to think or reflect as she felt the tip of his cock press against her mouth. Regardless of her predicament and her absolute sureness it was Thorn, she resisted. She really didn’t trust her own instincts right now. What if it wasn’t Annalise? If it wasn’t her, then this might not be Thorn. How could she open her mouth without thought for the consequences if it wasn’t him? She twisted her head away from the probing cock and he stilled her with a tight hold of a handful of her hair, pulling her head up and applying pressure to her jaw making her mouth open wide for him.
Sobbing she accepted the thrust of his large cock deep into her mouth and closed her lips around his throbbing shaft. Then she knew without doubt, this was Thorn. She wrapped her tongue around his thickness and traced the raised veins and ridges that were indelibly imprinted in her mind. She sucked him in and worshipped his cock expertly. Behind her, little fingers began to pinch and nip at her clit, as a tongue thrust deeply inside her pussy, as lips closed around her and sucked her labia making a popping sound as they disconnected only to come back and do it all again.
Elle groaned heavily, she was going to be stuck in this damned room forever, she had never had both of them at the same time before and it was blowing her mind. Her orgasm was rampaging through her and she knew it would erupt from her the instant he came in her mouth. If she tasted his cum she was done for.
He gripped her head tightly and fucked her mouth forcefully, accompanied by screams and jeers from the voyeurs, grunts and groans filled the room as they wanked themselves into a frenzy of orgasms. It sounded like an orgy had erupted into the room. They had left the microphone switched on and she could hear their heavy breathing and moans and groans like they were stood next to her.
She began to wonder if they had come into the room and were stood around her. Her mind spiralled at the thought as it tripped into a different realm. What if they covered her with their cum? She recoiled from the idea. He fucked her harder, she sucked her more deeply, Elle’s orgasm rolled through her right to the very edge of her sanity.
Suddenly they both stopped in unison and she was left bereft, hanging there in the stocks, exposed to everyone who wanted to look, her juices mingled with the saliva of her little doll, her mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the abuse of his cock, her orgasm frozen in time.
She had to get out of here, she didn’t care that there were only two trunks left to open, she didn’t care that she would fail to escape the room, she was desperate to avoid one of them touching her, or worse spewing their load onto her skin.
Their heavy breathing filled her ears, filled her mind, made her heart pound in fear for the potential danger she imagined she could be in.
Her doubts raged as she cried out to be set free from the stocks, ‘Stay the fuck away from me you nasty fuckers, let me out of here! I’m done! I want out!’ She screamed. The panic in her voice must have reached him because instantly he was there by her head, whispering to her. ‘They aren’t in here baby, just keep your cool, won’t be much longer. You’re safe baby.’
‘YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO SPEAK TO HER! JUST FUCK HER STUPID!’ A voyeur screamed over the speaker.
‘USE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THERE! PUT THE MACHINE ON HER, SPANK HER! FLOG HER! WHIP HER!’ another voyeur shouted. More of them began to join in with the cat calling and vengeful orders. She must have really pissed them off royally. They sounded like a lynching mob!
He stood up and walked behind her, flogging her skin, first softly, then more firmly. He circled her flicking those long lengths of leather catching the tips against her, making her jump and hiss at the stinging contact, he flicked harder and faster and a scream escaped her. The flogging stopped as quickly as it had started and she sagged in the stocks. Suddenly she was screaming for a whole new reason as the butt plug was removed and immediately replaced with his long hard cock. Her mouth was filled with a different cock, a synthetic one, the fucking machine was taking her mouth and filling it slowly, she tasted the lube and it caused her to wretch, but she took it. She could take anything now she knew he was definitely with her and they were still corralled upstairs. Before she could think anything else, he introduced a large dildo into her pussy as he rocked deeper and harder into her ass, she took all of him and squealed around the dildo pumping into her mouth.
Little hands wrought their own torment as they tweaked and pulled at her clamped nipples, as they reached down to her clit and rubbed furiously as he pounded both holes and her mouth was pounded. Her mind shut down, she drifted and descended to a place he had talked about but she had never been able to reach before. Subspace. She no longer felt connected to anything other than the amazing sensations rocking her body. She had no idea how long any of this went on for, she no longer cared about the room, the voyeurs, her defilement by them, she just was.
Finally, he came, in deep thrusting spurts, deep inside her ass, and she moaned as his heat spread through her. His heavy growl filled her ears and she spiralled. She had pleasured him beyond anything they had ever done and her heart swelled as her mind drifted.
A buzzer sounded and the machine was switched off, the dildo was removed from her mouth, little fingers cleaned her pussy and ass of his cream and she was released from the stocks without warning.
She stayed curled on the floor in the cage, all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt his big hands unfasten the ankle cuffs and then her chain was released from her collar. Suddenly she was free. Her blindfold was removed, and she looked at him. If she was hallucinating then this was the best hallucination she had ever had. Tears fell from her eyes as he wiped her face with a cold cloth, gave her a bottle of water to wash her mouth out, and then he tapped her cheek twice with his finger and said, ‘your final two codes are written on the back of the trunks, go get your prize baby, they couldn’t break you.’
The voyeurs were ranting and raving in the viewing boxes. Some were screaming fix, others were screaming abuse at her, calling her all the fucking whores in the universe, and others were cheering her on. Elle didn’t give a damn. She staggered over to the last two trunks and input the codes. In the final trunk was the dress she had been wearing when she had stepped into the room. She lifted it out and put it on. Only then did she realise she still had her clamps on and she removed them swiftly throwing them across the room. Her nipples sprang to life and stopped her dead in her tracks for a moment until she adjusted to the painful pleasure that coursed through her.
She walked to the door, and input her codes in order. The key dropped and she caught it. With trembling fingers she placed the key in the lock and turned it. The door sprang open and she stepped out of the room straight into his arms.
‘You owe me a weeks worth of orgasms…’ she muttered as he lifted her up and carried her to the lift that would take them up to their apartment. By the time he opened the front door, she was curled up fast asleep against his chest.
Damn she was a force to be reckoned with… He smiled as he lay down on the bed and held her while she slept.