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The Stories of Bound Friends
Part 18 - Sophia and the Changing Venue
By JessBaby
Sophia walked the linoleum hallways, heading towards the office she had been summoned to, glad to have the break. They had even given her a robe, a very welcome change to her usual nakedness but which she couldn’t help but view with doubt and suspicion. She knocked on the door and heard a man cry out “enter.” Inside, Aaron sat behind a desk with another man sitting on the other side of it. He looked familiar but Sophia couldn’t place him. She slipped in and closed the door.
“So Savina, I’d like you to meet Owen Ward. He’s helping us build up the Exotic Reality program you took part in last week,” Aaron said, suddenly reminding Sophia why he was familiar to her. He had given a talk before the start and was there as all the girls debriefed.
“Good to meet you, again that is,” Sophia tersely said as the two shook hands. She sat down in the chair opposite Owen and leaned forward attentively.
“So we were talking, I don’t know if you know this but one of the people you were with was actually a reviewer. Anyway, it’s pretty much all good news, and we’ve already seen an uptick in interest. Well, he also mentioned you out by name, and we’ve already got one person that ended up asking for you... well not by name he said ‘the girl from the article’ but same difference,” Aaron explained.
“I looked back over and I do have to agree as well, you were good at keeping to the part,” Owen said. “But here’s the tricky thing.. we both work directly for Felix. Aaron said he spared me any real details, but he gave me the gist of your rather unique situation there. The basics being that your contract is with Felix not the resort, that you’re only working here by his say so.”
Aaron leaned forward on his desk and looked seriously at Sophia. “I can justify putting you in the thing last week like I did because I was grabbing bodies from everywhere. And now with this review as cover, I could justify moving you over more permanently. I think I’m safe in doing that from my perspective. The thing is, I still haven’t run any of this by Felix. This more affects your life than mine, so I wanted the decision to be yours. I don’t know what you did to piss him off so bad, I’ve never seen him with a grudge like he had for you, so I don’t know how he’ll react if I bring this up to him. I can ask him about moving you over now, the problem is if he orders me not to put you in than I can’t do anything more to help.”
“And I’m out another girl.. and I heard some chatter you were understudying for some chorus dancers or something not too long ago right? I could really use you I’d imagine,” Owen said.
Sophia cautiously thought out her options, trying to be objective in the face of a seemingly golden opportunity. She knew not all of it would be great, but it at least sounded better than what she was at now.
“Or...” Aaron said, raising his shoulders . “The other option is we just stash you in, let the news come out to Felix once you’re a little more established. Makes you more costly to yank out of there and replace. But, I don’t know what he’d do to you if we did that. If he doesn’t like it or finds out some other way he might be even more pissed that he wasn’t consulted before, I don’t know. I think that’s maybe got a better chance of working out in the end, but if we don’t consult with him up front and it goes wrong it could maybe go much worse for you.”
Sophia bounced her leg as she thought. Something slowly clicked as she looked down at her covered leg. Her mind suddenly drifted to the robe. They had given her a robe for the meeting, that was the kind of mindset they were showing, this was not going to just be more of the same as what she had now. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a million what-ifs for what might be the worst case. But try as she might, she just couldn’t find a good enough reason to turn it down.
So she didn’t.
“.. and two and spin spin spin and pose. Hold it.. Alright good,” Owen said as he rushed over to his oversized bottle of water. “Alright, well we’re coming up on 9 o’clock, I think we call it a night for now. Alora, you’ve got your other shift starting soon I know that. Savina, you have something scheduled for tonight as well I believe. Thanks you three, see you back here tomorrow at 10 am, and hopefully we can finish the rest of this in one night.”
Sophia wiped the sweat from her brow and walked out to the hallway where the air immediately became less musky and oppressive. Her yoga outfit was one of many that Owen was kind enough to have “forgotten” last time they met. But it was her last pair and it was completely sweated through. The cool water felt immensely refreshing. She felt rusty and out of practice, but her co-stars didn’t seem to be nearly as intimidating as the other dancers she had trained with when Carl was still around. They had a way of making her feel like a kid borrowing their parent’s clothes pretending to be an adult. These two she had now were good, but it was not nearly as overwhelming just to try to keep up and not trip on them.
“Alright, gotta run, see you two tomorrow!” Alora said as she quickly began jogging away. Her red hair bounced back and forth in its ponytail.
Sophia looked at her other cast-mate as she downed another cup of water. Her blond hair was done up in a bun, further restrained by a purple headband that she was sure must be soaked by now. “So you got the night off Lucia?” Sophia asked.
“Yeah.. one of my two nights off a week. Good luck with your thing though,” she said seemingly with sincerity but with more than a hint of condescension.
“Thanks.. though there’s a chance this’ll nearly be a night off anyway,” Sophia said, downing one more cup of water before heading out. She might have joined the Exotic Reality program, but to keep her from breaking her contract, Aaron had been making sure to give her some kind of job to do on any of the days like today that had only been rehersal. And tonight, she was rented out to a private guest. Coin flip odds said it was probably Rob. Zainab had seemed to work out some kind of standing order at regular intervals, and Sophia hadn’t seen him since the change in work.
When Sophia got to the room she knew she needed to be in, she stripped off and tucked her clothes into a bag and stuffed the whole thing under the bed. She still had to lock herself to the bed, still had to do the pleasantries expected of her or the passive monitoring system would shout up a flag. And after all, it might have been another guest. Missing protocol, especially for a new guest, was a quick way to throw up a system flag. The last thing she wanted was to cause trouble for Aaron and Owen by sending up flags. If it turns out to be Rob then it’s not a “new guest” and she could drop the act a lot more quickly.
She tried to do what she could with her sweat soaked hair, got a good whiff of herself and suddenly hoped it was Rob if for no other reason than she could go jump into a bath much sooner. But the collar was already closed around her neck. It was in some ways like riding a bike, something she almost instantly felt normal in. But still, it was slightly off putting now that she had gone so often without it or the goddamn metal disk that hung from it.
She simply laid back and waited.
Rob walked anxiously towards the room. He hadn’t seen Sophia in weeks and he was nervous about their eventual meeting. He had been checking in where she normally was assigned and never seemed to find her. He had confirmed that she was still available and knew that she should be in there waiting for him. But that was all he knew.
He still wore his chastity belt, a frustrating but exhilarating reminder of his powerlessness before Her and his level of devotion and dedication. It had began to color everything. Made him feel more deliciously submissive than he ever had before. Every morning for weeks he was woken early until he could rush to the bathroom to stop his cock from trying to get hard. But every day he saw Sophia, he still went to bed contented. He had a Mistress, a Mistress who had his cock under lock and key. And no matter how he jostled, unlike the plastic ones he’d tried before he could not free himself from this one.
His roommate’s girlfriend Carly, who he never used to think about much, now seemed to tempt him in his mind at every turn. He no longer put on headphones when she got loud during sex. Now he sat in bed listening, feeling a wonderful pang of unfulfilled and unfulfillable lust. He listened to her scream, and she was a screamer, as they fucked often. He felt a rush, knowing that he couldn’t do that because his cock was already owned by someone else. And even if he wanted to, without Her he could never touch his cock again.
He started having a recurring fantasy, where he revealed to Carly what he always wore under his pants, and that she would hide him under the bed or in the closet as she fucked her boyfriend. She would go longer, go louder, be more descriptive, knowing that each word and grunt only teased him further. Perhaps she would go to meet Sophia with him, and the two of them could plan the most elaborate tortures for him, making him scrape and beg for release. He of course did not tell his roommate or Carly any of this, and while he might have thought about confessing it to Sophia, She had sadly disappeared to him. He tried looking but never managed to find her.
After one particular night, he heard the two of them beginning and he eagerly stripped down to enjoy it. He ran his hands over the metal netting holding his cock and balls captive. He felt the bits of flesh strain against his imprisonment, moaning at the pain. He ran his hand up and down his belt, brushing past his cock, feeling a thrill at the limitation it put on him. He was an owned slave, not a real man. The real man was across the thin walls fucking his girlfriend. The real man didn’t have metal between his hand and his cock, preventing him from getting hard.
Rob began to roll around in his sheets, grinding his pelvis against his sheets, knowing that it wouldn’t help. He ran his hand along his rear, enjoying the sensation, raising it up into the air and slapping it hard. The feeling was great, but the sound was louder than he thought. He froze, hoping that his sound was just ignored, or at the minimum drowned out by local sources in the other room.
He slid his hand back and forth between his cheeks, feeling the slight difference between the one he slapped and the one he hadn't. But as he slid his hand back and forth, his fingers slid past the opening in his belt around his asshole. As the sounds got louder and louder, he began to let his fingers play with his asshole. It had been a few weeks since the belt was off, he shuddered and bit his lower lip as he realized this was now the only way he could pleasure himself.
Quite a while ago he bought himself a dildo. It was 9” long but relatively thin, he just hadn’t had the will to actually open it up and use it. It had been a late night, hard-on inspired impulse purchase, and after it came in the mail it simply sat in the back of his closet. Now, Rob got up and opened his closet, finally feeling free enough to try it. The blue jelly shaft was lightly ribbed and had a pair of balls with a suction cup at the base. He got it out and looked it over with glee. He slipped a towel around his waist and quickly dodged into the bathroom to wash it off and get it ready for its first use.
Once back in his room, he positioned the dildo at waist height and pushed it against the wall he shared with his roommate. Rob got down on his knees, deciding the cock needed his worship first. He spit on it, spreading his saliva as best he could across its already near frictionless surface. But once the dildo was good and wet, he got back up and turned around.
Rob bent over, listening to the screams of pleasure coming from the other room, feeling the pressure of his cock trying and failing to grow. With his saliva covered hand, he guided the shaft into position as he started to back up. Once it pushed past his opening, it began to slide much more easily. He slowly backed up, taking more and more of the cock until to his surprise he reached the end, taking the whole (albeit thin) dildo in his ass. He felt so utterly full he couldn’t help but moan.
He began to rock back and forward on it, running the ribs past his sphincter. The alternating pressure inside began to feel very good. he needed to pick up the pace, he needed more!
He pulled the suction cup off the wall, placing it instead on his end table. Now he could ride the cock, up and down, using gravity to force the cock in deeply every time. He began to breath heavy as the sounds from next door clearly indicated they were reaching a climax. He thought about what might happen if they finish and he doesn’t. He thought about the noise, that somehow she would hear him and come over to find him like he is. A useless slave, fucking his own ass just to feel pleasure because a real woman has locked his cock away. Perhaps she would have to punish him, beat him and ask Sophia to extend his time in his cage. The thoughts were so overwhelming that as she climaxed, so did he. It was not the same kind of pleasure he felt when he would cum normally, but it still felt good as two and a bit weeks’ worth of cum spilled out through the mesh cage that enclosed his cock. Rob stood up off the dildo, his legs were shaking, but just steady enough to allow him to collapse in his own bed.
That had been about a week ago, and he still had not seen Sophia in that time. That was why he marched so nervously now. He had confirmed on the phone that She would be in this room. He had Her suitcase with him and knew his time started at exactly 9 pm. He checked his watch again, but it still said 8:58.. he decided he’d wait just a few moments more.
As Sophia heard the handle turn she sat up, chest puffed out, mentally preparing for whoever it might end up being. She relaxed as she saw Rob’s lanky frame emerge through the door with suitcase in hand. “Oh Mistress, I’m so glad it’s you,” Rob said as he quickly closed the door and began shedding his clothes. He stripped down to nothing but his chastity belt and began to crawl over to the bed, kneeling beside it. “I haven't seen you in so long, I was starting to worry something happened to you.”
“Well I’m here now, could you get me the key?” she asked as she pointed over to the set of drawers she assumed held the red key to her collar.
Rob hopped to his feet, quickly rushing over to it before returning to his kneel beside the bed, holding out the key with his hands. Sophia took it without saying a word and leaned forward to better reach back to hit just the right spot and unlock it. Once she was done with it, she threw it beside her and fell back into the pillows of the bed crossing her legs and feeling the spot around her neck where the collar used to be.
“What else may I do for you Mistress?” Rob asked, breaking the silence and getting Sophia to sit up.
“Why don’t you go run me a bath.. Then prepare some clothes for me to change into when I’m out.” she said.
“Yes Mistress,” he said with a smile. he rushed towards the bathroom, getting the water flowing with just the right temperature, possibly just a little warm. He sat at the side of the large tub waiting as it slowly filled up.
“That’s alright, I got it from here,” Sophia said as she walked up behind Rob. “Just put something for me to change into after inside the door and wait for me out there would you?”
“Yes Mistress,” he said as he scurried past.
Sophia immediately took his old spot at the side of the tub, probing a hand into the water to check the temperature. Her legs and abs hurt from exhaustion and decided there was no reason to wait till it was fully ready to get in. She massaged her upper legs especially under just enough water to submerge them. When Rob reappeared within sight, it was only to set something by the door and close it behind him, leaving Sophia alone with the still filling tub.
Rob now stood alone, giddy with anticipation as he went off to prepare himself.
Sophia stayed in the water a long time. The warm water made her feel like she was melting away, She was nearly ready to collapse right then and there, call it a night right in the tub. She didn’t of course, aside from the problems of falling asleep while in water she was sure Rob was out there waiting for her.
When she still worked the stick jobs, a term she’d started to love ever since she heard it, he was always a welcome respate. A little eager to be sure, but it was so nice to have someone to lean on. They were together in private so rarely, but he would often come by in passing even if for nothing else than to check in. And when they were alone, he was a stand-in every guest who was rough, every guard that was corse, he submitted to her totally and completely. And he did it when she needed it most. A chance to let loose.
The whirlwind of activity that had followed her change in vocation had made her feel.. different. Like things were before.. before Carl died. Then she still felt trapped, stuck in some kind of joke, but making the best of the hand she felt she was dealt by mistake. Things got bad there for a while, but they seemed to be returning to how they used to be. It still didn’t feel right, but it didn’t quite feel like some kind of twilight zone madhouse either. She got clothes to wear again when she was off... just that she even had time off. She still had been fucked more times than she attempted to keep track of, but it never quite felt as bad. Just something in the air perhaps, nothing about it felt quite so oppressive.
She stretched and got up, wanting to cut things short before pruning got too bad. She stepped out, drying herself off before looking at what Rob had left for her. It left no ambiguity or subtlety about his expectations. Everything was latex and right on top of it all, a double sided dildo sat proudly. She picked it up, contemplating if she’d rather put it on or put it aside, deciding with an eventual grin on her face to put it on, buckling the straps around her with the smaller of the two halves inside her.
She looked through the rest and put on the net-like harness, covering her upper body in strips of shiny latex. It attached together with a latex collar, very non-restrictive and minimal. To her surprise, the rest of the pile was simply a pair of very tall boots she hadn’t seen before. They had about a five inch stiletto heels and continued up past her knee to her mid thigh. They zipped closed with a buckle at the top of them as well. Sophia looked at herself in the mirror, the extra height and the soft sheen of her outfit certainly was different. But with a black shiny dildo protruding from her waist, not an entirely unwelcome one. She certainly felt imposing, and she was sure Rob would agree.
She opened the door and saw Rob bound at the side of the bed. His ass was held up proudly by his arms being locked to the same metal bar as his feet, keeping him spread and vulnerable. The chastity belt he wore was even more impossible to miss than it was otherwise as his cock strained against the cage clearly trying to get hard. A small dribble of pre-cum was dripping from it in anticipation. He had locked Sophia’s collar around his neck, pulling the chain from the bed about as far as it could go ensuring he could not scoot away even if he tried. And on top of it all, he wore a brown leather hood, cutting off his vision and removing every feature about his head save for the small opening near his mouth.
“Well isn’t this a compromising position..” Sophia said as she turned off the bathroom fan, bringing a silence to the room.
“Yes Mistress,” Rob panted, rustling around in his bindings.
Sophia knelt down to one knee beside Rob. She looked for and found the black thumb print reader on his chastity belt, unlocking the cage that surrounded his cock. He groaned as the cage slid off his semi-hard cock and onto the floor below. the secondary cage holding his balls flush still did so, it only came off when the belt was removed. But without the cage inhibiting it, his cock began to swell in near record speed.
Sophia flicked the tip of his cock, taking the forming line of precum and using it to add to the low-friction surface of the dildo. She pressed its tip against his ass, slipping past the opening the belt gave for her to do so. Slowly, she pushed in, causing a slight pressure to build at her end of the dildo. Rob bit his lip as it pushed inside, making him feel full and feel used. Sophia gripped his hips pulling herself forward and forcing him back. As their hips met she audibly let out a grunt.
“You know what?” Sophia taunted as she began to build up a rhythm. “Well, I have to say having a slave like you.. it really puts things into different perspective. I mean why wouldn’t anyone want to take a slave from behind like this. Grabbing the hips and just.. urgh.. It’s a real powerful position from where I am slave. And I bet it make you feel low doesn’t it?”
“Oh yes Mistress, I love being used by you.. it makes this slave so happy to be that for you..” Rob said, breathing more and more heavily as the constant thrusting began to get him near a long overdue orgasm.
“I’m glad you like it so much slave.. though.. I bet you’d be happy no matter what just to be let out of your little cage eh?” Sophia said with a coy smile she knew he wouldn’t see. She reached down to touch his cock, and with the startle Rob began to grunt as he came. The stream was large, falling mostly on his forearm in large milky white beads.
“Now what kind of slave has so little control?” Sophia said, pulling out of him and giving his hood covered face a few good smacks.
“I’m sorry Mistress, I’ll do better for You if You please just keep going, I promise,” Rob said after considerable pause, as if it took him a few moments to remember what words were and how to make them.
“Yeah.. well honestly that’ll have to come later then. It might be a rush of power being back there, but it ain’t exactly easy on the abs and it’s already been a long day.. if it’s all the same to you,” Sophia said as she got up and began stripping out of her latex garb. She washed the dildo and his cock cage before she went to go find a pair of pajamas to wear from her suitcase. When she opened it she found a spare cock cage and tossed it back towards Rob before finally grabbing a pair of soft boyshorts and a loose fitting t-shirt.
“I’m only here to do my Mistress’s bidding.. I just hope she doesn’t totally ignore me..” Rob replied as he reshuffled, trying to find a new comfortable position to be in and finding none.
“Well, I thought you like being a little ignored,” Sophia said as she continued to search through the suitcase until she found the tablet and headphones so she could relax some for the night.
“Yes, of course Mistress. You’re right Mistress” Rob said as his cock once again started to get hard.
Before she had completely gone to sleep, Sophia did release Rob from his bindings. She knew first hand what terrible sleep it could lead too, and as much as she might enjoy toying with the boy and having control over him, she didn’t want the rest of his day to suffer. He got into bed beside her just as she was drifting off to sleep.
In the morning she woke to the alarm, finding herself in his embrace. His hand draped over her chest, but still just outside her shirt rather than trying to get under. He was pinned against her back and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her hips. She began to pull away to turn off the alarm, which either woke him or else made him stop pretending to be asleep.
“Mistress, do we have time?” Rob asked as his hand glided down towards her crotch.
“Sadly no, I’ve got rehearsal all day today, deep into the night. We’re trying to get the first showing tomorrow and I still got stuff to learn..” Sophia explained as she moved his arm and got up out of bed. “I set the alarm late so I could get some rest but now I really have to get going rather quickly. I’ll maybe see you after? I told you where I rehearse right?”
“Yes Mistress,” Rob said as he sat up and stretched his naked body.
“Oh good, new workout clothes..” Sophia said as she dug through the suitcase. “I’ve got some clothes in a bag under the bed. If you could wash them and bring them by when you have a chance that’d be great.”
“Yes Mistress,” Rob said as he looked down at his hard cock poking out beyond the belt, unencumbered for the first time in weeks.
“So I’m going to shower, you take care of that thing, and just meet me later today. Alright slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” he said, looking down at his “thing.” He sat back down, trying to think unsexy thoughts as he worked to get his cock soft again. Soft enough to get trapped.. trapped back in the inescapable chastity belt for his gorgeous Mistress. As he heard the shower go on, he realized thinking wasn’t going to do it.
He looked over at the pile of latex Sophia had worn and discarded the night before. He began to stroke his cock, closing his eyes and picturing her in it. Picturing what she must have looked like the night before. Why had he worn the hood? All the sensations as her strapon pushed deep inside of him. And then the slightest tease needed to get him to cum. Oh he was getting close. He lay down, crossing his legs, pretending they were tied to each other. As he struggled against himself he was able to push the extra few inches, sending him over the edge as cum began to drizzle out of his cock.
He turned over and used the bed linens to wipe himself dry, catching his breath as he came down. He felt clear headed relief, like satiating a long building hunger, or finally relieving yourself in a bathroom after holding it in for a long car ride. He looked down and saw his cock shrinking back down after it’d been spent. Bleary eyed, he reached over for his cage and slid it back on, clicking it into place at the top and bottom.
He noticed something strange about the cage being back on his cock, but he couldn’t place it. He brushed it aside, thinking it was simply in his mind. He bent forward to get a closer look and gasped. Sophia had intentionally switched his cages, it must mean she’s finally getting excited about the prospect of having a chastity slave. And there was nothing he could do about it now anyway. He was once again, helplessly back at the mercy of his Mistress.
“No. Damn it..” Owen said as he rolled his head frustratingly back into his hand. “Why’d you have to be the tall one?” he muttered into his palm.
“I’m so sorry,” Sophia said, worried she was finally hitting a wall. “Just.. not used to some of the vail.. hand stuff. I can get this I promise!”
“No.. I’m sure you can or I’d have stop trying with you yesterday.. Just.. you’re the tallest by a noticeable amount. I can’t switch you out with one of the others and unless we sit here and remake the whole thing tonight, you just have the harder part of the three and that’s all there is to it. You’re all three sirens but they’re essentially your flank for this part, your backup.. I don’t know maybe we need a break again.”
“Look, once I get this down we’re done right? We’re good to go for tomorrow’s opening?” Sophia asked. Owen thought about it but nodded his head eventually. “At least let them go.. it’s what 7? Later?”
“She’s right.. Alora, Lucia, why don’t we go over this one more time, minus some of her stuff, then I’ll just see you an hour or so before the start tomorrow. Let’s say hour and a half to be safe.” Owen said, coaxing the girls into place. “And from the crash.. 5, 6, 7, 8.”
“Ok.. you’re right.. that simpler routine works. A little more minimal but the extra confidence sells it.” Owen said after Sophia reached the end, albeit with a few dropped flourishes.
“Oh thank god.. I think I’m going to collapse..” Sophia said as she lay down on the wooden floor. “I can totally just sleep in here, right?”
“Sure.. why not.. I’ve canceled your short second shift thing so we could finish up.. so you’re free for the night” Owen said as he took a seat in the room’s only chair.
A worrying thought just crossed Sophia’s tired mind. “Shit.. you did what now?”
“Oh yeah.. you were supposed to have that short shift at 10 down.. I can’t even remember where.. I told them you wouldn’t be making it once it got past 10 and we still weren't done.” Owen explained.
“What.. time.. is it?” Sophia said as she sat up.
Owen reached into his pocket to check his phone. “Jesus.. we got her at 10 this morning right? Yeah so it’s god damn 11:54 already.. It’s nearly fucking tomorrow..”
“God damn it,” Sophia said as she jumped up to her feet. Her legs wobbled a little but she rushed over to Owen all the same. “Just.. trust me and I’ll explain later,” she said as she quickly removed her shirt. Owen was visibly confused as Sophia sat down, straddling his lap and presenting her still pierced breasts to him. She reached down with one hand, grazing over the crotch of his pants, feeling around and finding only a limp cock. She never the less began to run her other hand back of his head, grabbing it firmly and pulling him forward to bury his head between her modest breasts.
She began to slide backwards, kneeling down in front of the chair and quickly undoing the zipper on his pants. She reached in and freed his cock, which was still soft. She began to play with it, trying to coax it into excitement when she heard a noise.
“Mistress?” came the voice of Rob from behind Sophia. Quickly she turned her head to see him standing in the doorway holding a bag and looking very confused. “I’m.. sorry I just brought your.. they said you weren't working and so I thought you might.. but...”
“Rob.. this is.. I know this looks bad..” Sophia said as she turned to look at Rob.
“No.. it’s fine.. I’ll just let you get back to whoever you want,” Rob said as he set the bag of her clothes beside the door and walked out, deflated and quiet.
“Shit.. I should.. I need to explain..” Sophia said as she got up and reached for her top.
“Hold on there, I’d really like some answers too,” Owen said as he reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. “What the hell was all that? This your way of trying to get a better part? You know you’re barking up the wrong tree right?”
“I.. wow no.” Sophia said, dumbstruck and frozen in her tracks.
“Do I need to send you back to Aaron? Because I don’t have time for whatever crazy you seem to be peddling..”
“No. No that’s.. I mean can I get my shirt back on now?” Sophia said with somber and serious tone.
“As long as you don’t bolt before telling me what the hell is going on,” Owen said before letting her hand go and putting his dick back in his pants.
Sophia collected herself and got dressed, taking a seat on the floor right in front of his chair before starting. “You know my contract is with Felix Olsen directly and not the casino. Well.. it’s not a very usual contract. I.. I’m not going to go into how I came to sign it, but needless to say there’s a clause in it that I started worrying about. I need to be used in a sexual or sexally related domestic task. And I need to do it daily. It’s why Aaron keeps assigning me these hour or so shifts every day. Cause if someone’s checking up on enforcement, I can’t give them a way to collect evidence that I’m a contract violator, that would just be terrible. When I heard you canceled my shift and that the day was almost over.. I panicked. I needed to.. well.. do something. Just in case, like just to be safe. You were.. kind of the only one around. So.. please. I know just going around and fondling my bosses cock isn’t exactly professional.. just please.. just understand I really wasn’t meaning anything by it.”
Owen’s face started to crinkle up, looking somewhere between angry and holding in a fart. He put his hand up to his face and rested his nose on it, covering his mouth with his palm. “I’m sorry.. this.. I don’t know if it’s really appropriate to laugh right now.. but that’s kind of all I want to do.”
Sophia collapsed back on her hands and began to laugh as the nervousness gave way to relief. Owen stopped trying to hold it in and began short bursting laughter that seemed to sustain to his last breath. He began gasping for air as the two continued to laugh. By the time the two had brought it under control there were more than a few tears streaming down each of their faces.
“Oh.. you have no idea how relieved I am to her you not make a big deal about this” Sophia said in a burst of relief.
“You’re relieved? I thought you’d just snapped or something! Like maybe I was pushing you so hard that you thought maybe you'd try to trade.. anything to have me not replace you. I.. I don’t know how I could work with someone like that! And then I’d have to delay the opening.. which would be this total disaster since it’s the most elaborate thing we’ve tried and I just sank two days into prepping the three of you for it. Oh god.. I just was having all these thoughts of cascading failure one after the other. I’m.. I hope you’re not taking all this like I’m making light”
“No, no don’t worry,” Sophia said as she got up and walked over to check the bag. “Trust me.. sometimes laughing is the appropriate damn response.”
“So.. I’ll make sure in the future.. make sure you do something for the day,” Owen said before grabbing for a swig of water.
“Aaron’s been pretty good that way actually. If I’m actually working I’m set, it’s only the rare times the day’s just practice like today that he gives me a short shift at the start or end of the day.” Sophia said, checking through the bag rob left to see the rest of her borrowed clothes washed and folded.
“How specific is the contract?” Owen asked.
“Huh? Oh.. not super spelled out I guess, I just kinda thought.. air on the side of caution.” Sophia replied.
“If you want I could try and get more specifics. The International Contract Bureau lets you make CRs. you know clarification requests? I could ask some more specifics about what counts as acceptable service and the legal fees would be covered by the resort no problem.” Owen said as he gathered up his things.
“Yeah maybe.. though it doesn’t come up much any more with me usually working in one show or another..” Sophia said.
“Sometimes I really think this is such a racket. The ICB accept a vague contract as binding and then either profit from all the CRs to make sure no one violates anything or they potentially profit from selling off a penal contract when the thing do gets violated. Pretty messed up if you ask me. You wanna go chase after your friend?” Owen said, grabbing his things and walking over to the door where Sophia stood.
“Nah.. wouldn’t know where to start looking for him,” she said, holding the door open for him.
“Alright, well see you bright and early for a final runthrough in costume tomorrow?” Owen said turning off the lights as they left the room.
“Yeah, sounds good. I’m off to my bunk to collapse. See you in a few hours..”
Rob’s hands shook as he made the walk home. He wasn’t sure what to think but his mind was racing. It did make a certain amount of sense in his mind, that She would look for someone else. He liked to see himself as a nice guy, but he was a nice guy who wasn’t there for Her very much any more. But She was still his Mistress, he would still be there for Her.
In his haste he and even forgot to bring up the cage. He wasn’t sure why she had made the intentional switch, but in the hotel room that morning she had switched which cage was by the bed. He was sure it was intentional, but he wasn’t sure why. This punishment cage unlike the regular one had small dull spikes. Now, when he tried to grow not only was he stopped, but the spikes dug in making it hurt so much more. It never risked cutting into his skin, but it made the whole experience much more tortuous. Even the thought that she had switched them out filled him with excitement, often causing problems if he wasn’t careful to not dwell for too long.
He opened the door to a dark apartment, lit only by the open fridge door. Carly stood there in a black spaghetti strap top and black briefs. Her incredibly curly hair was done up in a lazy ponytail with more than a few strands hanging on either side of her face. “Oh hey, thought you might have already gone to sleep.” She said, seemingly unconcerned for her appearance. She pulled out the container of orange juice before closing the door and putting the room back into near darkness.
Rob turned on the light, as he staggered in, deciding he could go for a glass of juice as well. “Would you mind not putting that away,” he said as he walked slowly over to the kitchen.
Carly put down her glass and got out a second one, pouring Rob a glass before putting the cartan away. “You know.. we don’t talk much. You just prefer solitude?” she asked, walking around to the bar counter and sitting down while placing the other glass of juice by the seat beside her.
“Yeah.. normally I guess,” Rob answered, trying to keep his eyes above her chest and the ample cleavage her shirt displayed.
“I just realize I don’t know almost anything about you. I know you work at one of the Olsen resorts, I know you like to draw, and that’s about it.”
Rob began to blush, he was so unfamiliar to the attention that it seemed to settle wrong.
“Right now I’m in an apartment down the road I share with two other girls. But one of them in particular seems to really not like my.. shall we say vocalness? But I’ve never really heard you complain, does it bug you?” She asked, crossing her legs and sitting back.
“No.. it doesn’t.. I mean occasionally but I have headphones so it’s fine,” Rob said as he looked intently at his juice.
“So.. you don’t mind I’m basically living here even with my slobbishness or my banshee ways?” she asked. Rob shook his head. “Then.. you wouldn’t mind if I started living here full time? He just asked me today but I don’t wanna do it if it’s not ok with you. Rather not trade one roommate drama for another. Cause one of my roommates just can’t stand him coming over and I’d hate to have that happen here too.”
“So you’d move your stuff in I guess and what else?” Rob asked. His mind immediately went to dark places, picturing this as a first step in a fantasy arrangement, but keeping all that to himself. The metal studs were pressing against his cock at the thought, telling him to reign it in.
“Well I don’t have too much I’d want to move over, and I’d start chipping in for rent. Maybe not a perfect three way split since you’d still have a private room and I wouldn’t. Maybe like a 30-30-40 since you have the smaller room, he says you’re splitting it 55-45 so it’s a bit of a savings for you. But that’s kind of just details as I see it, open to negotiation or whatever...” Carly said speedily and with enthusiasm. “Of course, if that’s all fine with you.”
“Yeah, go for it,” Rob said even as his mind continued to race. Rob fidgeted with his fingers as his cock began to squeal under pressure.
“You ok? You seem kind of distracted, and it’s pretty late for just coming home,” Carly asked, switching her tone to one of concern.
“No.. just.. I mean..”
“Oh.. sorry should I go put some sweatpants on? I was just in bed and I wasn’t really expecting you. Not to mention you work at that den of debauchery so I figured it was no big deal,” Carly asked as she tilted her head.
“No! No that’s not it,” Rob said emphatically, giving her bare legs a quick look over before focusing back on her face. “No I just got.. girlfriend troubles I guess..”
“Oooh, girlfriend? Well good for you,” Carly said as she slapped him lightly on the knee. “So.. am I going to see her around any time soon?”
“No. Definitely not. She’s got this contract at the casino.. and well..” Rob began to explain, trailing off before getting into details.
“Ahh. Well, just be careful. I mean, I assume she’s not a waitress or something? Like she’s one of the.. I mean I don’t want it to sound insulting but one of the whores?”
“No.. I mean yes? I..” Rob said, struggling to find the right words.
“Look, I just don’t want to see you get taken advantage of you know?”
“She wouldn’t do that,” Rob insisted.
“Perhaps, but.. I mean it is her job to make men feel like that right? Like you might not be handing over money like all the other guests, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want something. Look, I could be totally wrong, I hope I am, I just.. I guess it’s my way of saying be careful.. roomie” Carly said before finishing her juice in one gulp and slamming the cup back down. “Just keep it in mind as a possibility alright?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, she’s different,” Rob said.
“Maybe. I sure hope so. Well, goodnight.”
The Siren Sisters was the first attempt the resort had made in a purpose built room rather than a repurposed convention hall. A lot was riding on it, and yet it still beat all expectations. The lights, the sets, the costumes, the choreography, it was so over the top and above what had been attempted before that it very quickly developed popularity. Even with an expensive price tag, there were waitlists. Within a week, the resort began to look for a second string, willing to pay a premium to sign anyone willing to do the rough sex in iron shackles the show ends with while also able to seductively dance when it begins. They began to build out making more spaces for what they hoped would be a continuing feature of the resort.
It was at the same time however, immensely frustrating for Rob. With Sophia working daily on it, she was never available to be “rented out” like she had been, and with the shows so packed close together, Rob barely even had time to see her. She slept in one of the women's only staff quarters and without the ability to call Her, his only choice was to have very good timing in catching Her.
He one night decided to wait by the door, knowing when the last performance of the day was though not knowing how quickly after that they would be free to go to their rooms. It was very late, but Rob waited nonetheless, leaning up against the wall. When Sophia came around the corner, flanked by two other women, he stood back up. “Hey.. what are you still doing up?” she asked, pausing just in front of Rob.
“I just wanted to.. see how you were I guess.” Rob said awkwardly.
“Urgh, exhausted.” Sophia replied. The two other women had continued on past him but were now looking back at Sophia and waiting for her to catch back up. “Is something wrong, something big going on?”
“No.. I just.. I haven’t seen you in a while. I put on the spiked cage Mistress,” Rob said softly
“Oh.. spiked huh,” Sophia said, learning for the first time that Rob had put a different cage on. “Well do you enjoy it?”
“Oh yes Mistress.. I’ll do anything you dec..”
“Hey you coming?” one of the girls called back.
“Go on I guess then.. my thing, it’s nothing important,” Rob said, waving Sophia past him.
“You sure.. you look like you had some questions or something,” Sophia said with a questioning gaze.
“No.. not questioning anything Mistress,” he said, suddenly thinking it was a bad idea to bring up the cage. “Never mind, I don’t want to keep you.. it can wait I guess,” Rob said. Sophia smiled and then ran back up to her friends, taking the last few steps before going through the doors to the women's only area.
When Rob shared with Zainab that Sophia was almost always busy, Zainab said she would look into it. Then, with little notice, Zainab wrote back to tell him to clear time the Saturday after next. She wasn’t more specific at the time, but he did as he was told and excitedly moved shifts around to have the whole weekend off for good measure.
“What’ya mean I’m being replaced?” Sophia said incredulously to Owen. “I think I’ve been doing alright haven’t I?”
“Yes you have been. But we got another girl who’s been understudying, we want her to take the rest of the shows today and get some experience.” Owen said as he introduced a tall raven haired woman. “Look, your last show yesterday ran past midnight, so you’re.. um.. ‘covered’ for the day,” he said using actual air quotes.
“No. No it’s not fair. I’m not going back to..” Sophia started to rant.
“Stand down girl, I’m not re-assigning you permanently. Think of it as.. a Saturday off,” Owen said.
Sophia looked suspiciously at him. “Like off off?”
“Like.. you’ll still need to head to tower B, room 302 and prepare yourself for a guest who’s arriving soon.. wink,” he said, actually winking as he slowly said wink.
“Oh… ok. Wait.. isn’t that area all suites, you sure?”
“Yeah.. that’s right. Hank here will help you out with that,” Owen said, not wanting to give away the surprise he had been deliberately asked if he could try not to spoil. Another guy ran up as he heard his name called, nodding his head in introduction.
Sophia was sure Owen knew more than he was saying, but rather than stand there and argue she simply headed out for the room with the other man, Hank presumably. He followed behind, pulling a small white metal drawer with him as he went. Opening up the main door she saw the large living room area with two separate doors leading to private rooms. She hadn’t been in one with this kind of floor plan, but Hank flipped a switch printed with the image of a lock and a very familiar looking metal hook rose up out of the floor in the centre of the room. Sophia sighed, hanging her robe up in the closet and heading for the white drawer set to grab a collar, a blindfold and a set of cuffs. It had been a while since having to go through all this trouble, Rob usually got her a small room where she would chain herself to the bed. A suite like this was a little more involved and required a second person to get right.
Sophia put on her ankle cuffs, followed by her wrist cuffs before remembering she probably should have done the collar first. “Hank, mind with the collar there?” she said as she took her place kneeling by where the hook in the floor was raised up. Hank grabbed the collar and clicked it into place around her neck, careful not to grab her hair in it. A chain dangled from the back of the collar which he locked Sophia’s wrist shackles to. He checked to make sure the hook was in the right place before flipping the switch on the wall to lower it. Sophia was well and truly trapped, but she knew the blindfold still needed to be applied.
She was going to have a few words with Rob when he got here, it was annoying enough being chained to the bed, but kneeling on the floor and bound as much as she was currently was a whole other beast. She was bound this bad or worse a few times a day as the heroic sailors came in and subdued the evil Sirens, binding the three of them in heavy chains while everyone took their turns forcing himself on the three of them. But that was all in character, she could fight back, and did. Sometimes that meant she could escape, and even when she couldn’t, there was always another try shortly after. Here.. Rob was just going to dote on her regardless, so she was bound like this for no reason other than it’s a rule. She huffed as Hank pulled the blindfold tight around her head, blocking out her vision.
“Too tight?” Hank asked.
“No sorry, huffing at someone else, not you,” Sophia said as she readjusted herself and dug in for the wait.
Sophia knelt there, waiting and thinking. She was sure from the way Owen called it a day off that this wasn’t going to be a regular guest. She tugged at her bindings, thinking of the extra fury she was going to unload on Rob over this extra stunt.
She heard the front doors open and then close again. “Hello, this slave’s name is Savina. Please feel free to use me however you wish,” she said with turse efficiency before continuing with much more indigent tone. “But when I get out of this you better fucking..”
“Is that any way to say hello?” came a female voice interrupting Sophia from behind as someone began to remove her blindfold. Sophia was stunned as things came back into focus and standing in front of her were Andrea and Megan.
“Oh my god! Oh that makes so much more sense!” Sophia suddenly said in relief. Zainab scooted around from behind her and was the first to start in what became a somewhat awkward group hug. It only broke up after Zainab went to go look for the red allen key, hopefully in the same logical place it was last time they had come up here. “Sorry for yelling at you there, I thought for some reason you were Rob and sprung for a big room because.. reasons or something. And I was going to get all pissed at him.. oh, somehow I should have know it was you..”
“Nope, told him to not come right away, figure you get enough of him not nearly as much of us,” Zainab said as unlocked the cuffs and collar. Sophia nearly jumped to her feet, stretching out before going to grab the robe she came in with.
“Well you look a whole lot better at the very least from when we were here last time,” Andrea said happily. “You.. doin’ alright?”
“Yeah.. you know actually it’s not.. well it’s not terrible. There are parts where it even gets a little fun, or at least satisfying. And how about you? I mean Rob’s been reading out your letters when he has the chance, but I’d rather get it straight from you.. Is that the necklace?” Sophia asked, putting out a hand to get a closer look and the necklace locked around her. Andrea blushed and grinned, getting a little closer so Sophia could touch it. “So you two are like an official couple I guess. Well seriously, good for you.”
“So I hear you’re working elsewhere now, not getting treated quite so rough how is that going?” Zainab asked.
“Oh the work? I mean it’s not bad like I was saying. They turn on my NESIC during so we’re always more than a little aroused as we perform. The first half’s fine, the second half.. well that’s the more interactive and so it really depends on the guests. Sometimes it’s not so bad, other times.. well you just kinda have to get through it.”
“I mean.. but you'd still probably rather something else right?” Zainab asked as a follow up.
“Well yeah, but of the options I actually have.. I’m starting to make friends, I’m sleeping in a regular bed with regular other staff, I have a locker with stuff in it! Things could be a lot worse is how I look at it..” Sophia replied. “But.. hey, enough about me for now.. Megan, haven’t heard as much from you, how’ve you been going?”
Megan looked at Andrea, having second thoughts about filling Sophia in on everything. She was sure Sophia would understand, but nonetheless felt a small anticipatory worry. “Do you.. wanna do it later?” Andrea asked Megan.
“Do what later?” Sophia asked, letting just a hint of her enthusiasm drain from her face. “Is something wrong? What’s going on?”
Zainab pulled out her phone and looked at it, as if she got a message but it was clear in the quiet room that it hadn't rung or even vibrated. “I.. I’ll be back in a bit. Give you three some privacy,” Zainab said as she slowly walked back towards the door.
“You don’t have to go.. it’s just a bit of nerves,” Megan called back.
“No.. I gotta, I mean I’ll just leave you alone for a bit. Be back in around 45 to an hour.” Zainab said, taking one of the room keys and walking out.
“Are you dying or something? What’s going on?” Sophia asked, leaning forward with concern.
“No.. no nothing that big,” Megan said. “I.. I’ve been.. I’ve kind of started..”
“My opinion? Just rip the bandaid off, if there’s one thing I’ve grown to appreciate here, it’s bluntness,” Sophia calmly interrupted.
“I’ve.. become.. I’ve asked to be Andrea’s slave.” Megan said, repurposed by her friend’s plea for bluntness.
Sophia took a seat and stared intently at her two friends. “Now.. forgive me if this sounds..bad.. but what exactly does that mean, are you into girls now too?”
“No.. I’m.. I just like the feeling.. surrendering, submitting, being told what to do… being owned, being tied and helpless. I can’t really do that on my own, I.. I don’t think I can go looking just for that very safely... So I asked and she said yes.” Megan explained, kneeling down onto the floor.
Andrea took a seat across from Sophia. “This has really been a good fit so far, it’s only been few weeks so who knows, but I mean so far it works. She doesn’t want it getting sexual and thankfully being dominant.. it doesn’t get my juices flowing like it does for Zee. It’s just been a good fit.”
“And.. well it’s been helping me. I know it sounds weird, I just.. I like it. And it’s just.. sometimes its such a great like.. relief, ” Megan added, unable to stop a modicum of a smile on either edge of the mouth.
“Well.. this certainly isn’t how I saw my day going at all!” Sophia said with a slightly tense laugh. “I just never could have called any of this. But, no don’t take that... No really I’m just glad you’re both doing well. However you end up doing it.. that’s what’s important at the end of the day you know? My life.. this is far from the life I ever pictured, but you make the best with what you have to make yourself happy.”
“And on that.. note I guess,” Megan said. “Would it make you uncomfortable? We kind of have rules, and one of them is that when no ‘outside people’ are around.. I should.. well strip down and put on a collar. So in my room, when it’s just me, or with Andrea or Zainab, I’m always naked and in a collar. Cause.. slaves shouldn’t wear clothes but there is an exception when outside people are around so I don’t get in trouble. Now I’d never call you an outsider.. but I mean Andrea and I were talking about this on the train, you could be either. I mean, if you don’t want to deal with.. all of that. Then of course, I’ll be normal and dressed. So.. would it be.. weird?”
Sophia sat back and flopped her head back in contemplation, trying to think of an answer. “Sure.. I guess, if it’s just kind of.. there.. not like active or anything. But you know Rob’ll be over soon are you ok with being naked around him?”
“As long as he keeps his clothes on.. and I guess if he starts getting weird about it,” Megan said. “You’re pretty good at telling when I’m getting overwhelmed.. I’m not good at really speaking up for myself so.. Just keep an eye out for that please?” she continued, looking over to Andrea as she began to remove her clothes where she sat.
Andrea went over to her bag and dug out Megan’s collar. It was nothing fancy, just a plain leather one with a single buckle that can be locked closed. Megan lifted her hair up as Andrea returned to place the collar around her neck and attach the lock. Megan now sat up naked, bowing her head to the floor. “Thank you Ega,” Megan said, placing her fingertips up to the single o-ring that hung from the collar.
“Ega?” Sophia said, looking over at Andrea.
“Oh.. Surdanese. Zee says it’s somewhere between ‘sir’ and ‘superior,’” Andrea explained. “Slave, until I say otherwise, we are to simply mingle and catch up with Sophia, you are permitted on furniture. Do this and you’ll be rewarded tonight.” Andrea instructed, turning her attention back to Megan.
“Ok.. so that’s.. not something I would have expected to see. But hey.. I don’t mind unexpected if it means you’re here! So seriously, what else has been going on with you?”
Zainab checked the time on her phone as she approached the room. It had been over an hour, even longer than she had thought, and she wondered what kind of room she would be coming back to. She opened the door after moving all her shopping bags over to her other hand. As she closed the door behind her she saw the three women, only two of them clothed looking back at her after clearly coming down from a laughing fit of some kind. “I miss something good?”
“Of course you did,” Andrea joked as she signaled Zainab over to join her on the couch across from Megan and Sophia in their chairs. “That’s what happens when you duck out.. still too scared of all these things the rest of us mortals call ‘awkward conversations?’” Andrea asked with air-quotes.
“Something like that.. and shut up!” Zainab said in feign outrage. “While I was out though.. Sophia, I got you something so you don’t need to stay in the robe till Rob arrives,” she said as she handed three of her four bags to Sophia.
“Thanks.. but I actually got some clothes I can go grab.. I got a locker now down in the staff quarters and everything, almost like I’m a real person or something!” Sophia said in a self deprecating tone before switching a little more serious. “Joking aside though, thanks.”
“And the last bag?” Andrea asked, leaning over the side of the couch towards Zainab.
“Well it was going to be for you but now I don’t feel much like giving you anything!” Zainab said, pulling the bag away.
“I’m sowwy.. don’t pout, just come join us!” Andrea said as she slapped the seat beside her on the couch. Zainab set the bag down just out of reach and stretched out across the couch, letting her legs flop onto Andrea’s lap.
“So I take it from all this..” Zainab said as she waved a hand in Megan’s direction. “That you were comfortable with us continuing our little arrangement?”
“Yeah. not exactly the first time I’ve been around her naked, and if it works it works, it works. Who am I to judge?” Sophia explained with a shrug. “What I did find interesting though.. you said to Andrea that you might be willing to try switching with her.. you know since you have all these feelings and junk for her..”
“She said that did she?” Zainab said as she stared daggers at Andrea. “And why is that so hard to imagine?”
“Not that it’s so much hard to imagine.. just sharing what you said.. I mean you did say it right? You wanna try and deny it or take it back?” Andrea asked, sitting up and laying her hands over Zainab’s legs that rested on her lap.
“Take it back? Why are you asking if I.. oh crap,” Zainab said with a sudden realization.
“Now!” Andrea said as she gripped Zainab’s legs tightly. Megan and Sophia jumped up from their seat and pounced on Zainab, grabbing her and flipping her small frame over. She lay on her stomach, putting up as much of a fight as she could, but her small stature and weight was easily outmatched by the three girls working together. They grabbed shackles from between the couch cushions, locking her hands behind her back with a short chain, and locking her ankles together with no chain at all. They pulled her up and sat her across Andrea’s knees, allowing Andrea to cradle her in her bound form.
“We thought we’d teach you a lesson about chickening out like that,” Andrea said, brushing a few stray hairs out of Zainab’s cross face. “We’ll show you that you shouldn’t just run away like that, it’s not very nice.”
“You’re gonna feel pretty stupid about this later.. I guarantee it,” Zainab said threateningly as she finally stopped struggling.
“Yeah maybe, but in the mean time you gotta do whatever I say got it?” Andrea said insistently.
Zainab simply huffed loudly through her nose, feeling annoyed she had let her guard down like that. “Ok, you’ve made your point, now can you please let me go?” Zainab asked in a tone that clearly didn’t want to be asking for anything.
Andrea pinched one of Zainab’s nipples through her shirt and began to tug and twist. Zainab grunted her teeth, trying to rock herself away from Andrea’s grasp. “Oh yeah.. this’ll do nicely.. don’t worry I’ll let you out soon but only if you behave yourself. For now you have to stay, you have to join us.. and I’ll deal with whatever my Mistress thinks is a fitting punishment later.”
“You’re really not going to let me out?” Zainab asked Andrea in slight disbelief.
“You’re the one the decided to bolt hun, you can’t be too surprise we don’t want you goin’ anywhere..” Andrea said with a smile.
“Ok, I promise, no more running off. I still say you’re going to wish you never did this later,” Zainab said partly through gritted teeth.
“You know..” Andrea said as she ran her finger back over Zainab’s nipple. “We all kept our piercings in part at least out of a bit of camaraderie. Even as we split up we’d have that one thing that kind of was a commonality. Since you seem to be settling in to our little family, what’ya say to maybe getting a little pierce? You could join us very easily..”
“No! No piercings, no fucking way!” Zainab replied quickly and emphatically.
“One of us.. one of us..” Sophia began to chant before being joined by Andrea and Megan.
“I.. I set this whole thing up! You’re gonna be coming with me half way across the world for spring break, how much more ‘one of you’ do I need to be? What the hell can I even do anymore to prove it?” Zainab yelled incredulously, bringing a silence to the room. It was the tone of someone who was done putting up with a joke and everyone suddenly knew it.
Sophia sat forward before talking in a much more serious tone than she had been. “We didn’t mean to start seriously questioning anything. I can’t tell you how appreciative I truly am. I simply am not good enough with words to adequately do so. But if you want out, we will let you out. This started as a joke, a kind of punishment for the way you fled right as Megan started getting serious, and I see now that maybe we took it too far. For my part in that, I’m sorry.”
Zainab swallowed anxiously, she looked around at the genuinely penitent faces looking back at her. The fire inside slowly cooled. She took a few deep breaths before speaking. “I’m sorry too. I.. there was somewhere.. I guess what I’m meaning.. I guess I understand where you’re coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Wait so you’re not really going to punish me later?” Andrea asked.
“Oh no, that’s definitely coming later,” Zainab quickly replied, causing a round of laughter that defused the tension of the room. “No, you can count on that!”
“That’s fair, but do you think you can at least save it up for later? We've only got Sophia till tomorrow afternoon.”
“Fine.. but only if you get me out right damn now and don’t try to pull something like this again this trip,” Zainab said.
“I promise, so long as you don’t go running off like that ok?”
Rob had been feeling nervous since hearing about their visit. He hoped on the one hand that it might mean Sophia would have more time for him going forward. But he also worried that this meant the opposite, that it was all a last hurrah of sorts. But he had most of today as well as tomorrow until just after lunch. It was more time than he’d had with her in a long time.
He still had not brought up what he saw, he was afraid to. He worried that Carly was right, that Sophia was only using him. On some level he wasn’t sure it mattered, so long as he could continue to serve her. Though, would a woman that was only using him have cared what cage he wear? On the other hand, he worried that she would only put up with him so long as he was useful to her. And if she was with Owen now too, she could get so much more from him and his position of power than Rob was able to offer. But he tried his best not to think that way. He was the one who had been there for her, he was the one that was being invited, he was the one treating her like she deserved.
Rob knocked on the door at exactly 6, two big bags of takeout in his hands along with Sophia’s suitcase. Zainab answered the door and ushered him in. “Hello Mistress,” he said as he set the food down at the coffee table. He knelt down on the floor while Andrea, Zainab and Sophia sat down around the table.
“So.. this might be a weird request..” Sophia started. “But would it bother you if one of us were naked? I’d just ask that you stay dressed yourself and not to stare too much. Do you think you can do that?”
“Anything for you Mistress.” Rob said eagerly.
“It’s OK, come on out,” Andrea shouted out. Rob looked to his right as he heard the door open and Megan enter the room, naked save for a single collar. Rob couldn’t help but stare a little, which caused Megan to blush as she sheepishly scurried to sit on the floor beside Andrea. “So what’d we get?” Andrea asked as she began to unload the small metal foil takeout containers from the bags.
“Indian I think, right?” Zainab asked as she too began to unpack the many different containers from the two bags.
“Alright, well you’ve been good so pick how you want to eat,” Andrea said quietly to Megan. Megan smiled and quickly got up, scurrying to the white metal drawers, and began to rummage through the drawers. She came back holding a pair of solid shackles. Closed, they looked like the number 8 with a single hinge to open or close the entire thing at once. She handed it to Andrea and then took a position on the floor with her back facing Andrea. Andrea scooted her chair around and bent over, affixing the cuffs to Megan’s wrists behind her back.
Megan began to scoot around on her knees, kneeling patiently as everyone else was busy opening up all the containers and divvying up their own portions onto plates. Her breasts stood out proudly and Rob had difficulty not staring at them. His cock groaned and strained, pressing against its enclosure and tormenting him as the spikes dug in.
Andrea took one of the now nearly empty containers and filled it half full with a little bit of everything. She put down a large napkin and then placed the metal foil takeout container down on the floor. Megan backed up, bending over to reach the food. To keep her balance her ass went high into the air with her wrists locked just behind it. Rob groaned at the sight, not wanting to watch but finding it difficult to resist. But he had been told to try not to stare, so for now he decided that he could focus on the food and not the naked woman eating just a few feet from him.
Rob felt the oh so familiar twinge of lust, or at least what he seemed to call it. Whatever it was it always felt like his pelvic area deep inside was tightening. At first he had hated it, but now he held a much more mixed view. It only came when his cock yearned to be free, when something erotic, something sexual, something he loved to view or imagine was tantalizing his mind.
Since discovering that some relief could come by fucking his own ass, temptation and teasing seemed less like a frightening prospect and more like a goal, something he sought out. Even if the relief at the end was never quite as good as when he could masturbate regularly, he found it overall so much more exhilarating the way it was. Normal masturbation reset his labido counter to zero, this new way relieves the pressure but only some. It left him chasing that one perfect time, the one perfect milking that would be as good as the real thing and set him back to zero. But it only caused him to chase for it harder. He found himself watching more porn than he ever used to, switching between clips sometimes for hours, rolling around his bed feeling the desires dance around his insides, feeling a frustrated exhilaration before finally giving in and shoving the dildo deep into his naughty slave ass.
With Megan’s ass and bound wrists still poking up above the coffee table, that feeling was growing strong and sending jitters throughout his body. No matter how much he told himself he’ll stop looking, he couldn’t make it more than a few bites without at least briefly looking up. He looked around occasionally to see if anyone was noticing and to his relief it didn’t seem like they were.
Rob didn’t eat much, and found he finished a little bit before everyone else. When he did, he moved himself back leaning against the couch near where Sophia was sitting. Megan was no longer directly in front of him and he was, if anything, closer to his Mistress. He would find a way to show his gratitude and his devotion, he was his Mistress’s loyal slave.
After dinner, the four of them sat back and continued to talk. They caught each other up on all the little funny things, all the little victories, it was all very relaxed. For the four of them anyway. Rob had never been good at small talk. He always felt outside, he always worried he’d say the wrong thing. Sometimes he would say the wrong thing and he wouldn’t even know what the wrong thing was. Megan’s mouth was cleaned up, the sauce and rice on her face did not stay there for long. But she was still bound, still naked. And it made Rob even less at ease than he normally would be.
Megan sat beside Andrea’s seat, leaning up against it just as he was leaning up against Sophia’s side of the couch. He kept hoping that at some point he’d get some time alone with her, but he wasn’t about to insist upon that. Slaves don’t make demands like that.
When they decided to put on a movie, he saw it as his chance. He picked himself up onto the couch, sitting in the middle between Sophia and Zainab. The lights went out and the movie started. Rob scooted in closer, slowly inching his way towards his Mistress. But she seemed... preoccupied. The movie was quite funny and the bursts of laughter were interspersed with one sarcastic comment or another. He sat back and began to enjoy it as well, his subtle hints were clearly not getting through while it was on.
After the movie came to a close, Andrea turned on the lights and turned her chair back to face everyone. “So.. we’ve got two bedrooms, Zee and I will be in one, and if you want Megan could come in with us if you would rather have some privacy.”
“Yeah.. oh god that sounds amazing actually. Haven’t had.. like my own private room for.. God it’s been months! Where I am now it’s all bunk beds and lockers. No real privacy at all.” Sophia said as she lay back exhausted.
“Slave, go wash up and get ready for sleep,” Andrea said, turning her head to look at Megan. Megan got up, allowed Andrea to unlock her wrists, and then speedily hurried towards the shower. Everyone else began to sluggishly get up without much thought. Andrea grabbed one suitcase she and Zainab shared and wheeled it into one of the bedrooms. Sophia got up and wheeled her suitcase into the room on the left, the one not taken by the others.
Rob followed her inside, standing by the doorway as Sophia stretched her arms out and yawned. When she turned around she jumped a little, not hearing anyone follow her in. “Mistress.. may I sleep in the bed with you or would you rather I sleep at your feet?” Rob asked.
“Oh.. hey.. is there any chance we could..” she said before being interrupted by a yawn. “That we could not.. do all this tonight? Just.. I’m really not in the mood and I really just want to enjoy a long sleep in private on a nice bed. Right now that sounds sooo much better then.. sex or.. well anything really. You can probably sleep on the couch if you want.. or I mean you do live just down the block.”
“If that’s what my Mistress want,” he said, accepting but clearly a little let down.
“Ahh.. I’m sorry,” Sophia said, walking forward and draping her arms around his shoulders. “Want me to unlock that belt at least? Ya got devotion but there’s just comfort...”
“No.. thank you Mistress, but this slave would rather earn that privilege by serving you somehow,” he said with his eyes downcast. And he certainly didn’t want to make it look like he was picking comfort over devotion to his Mistress.
“Alright.. don’t say I didn’t offer. So you gonna stay on the couch?” Sophia asked, removing her hands as Rob slowly backed out of the room.
“Probably.. I’ll be here when you wake up that way..”
“Alright, goodnight.”
Rob lay down on the couch. He hadn’t yet gotten a blanket or anything, he was merely seeing how comfortable it really was. He shot up as he heard the bathroom door open. Megan walked out, mostly dry except for some still damp looking hair. Her skin looked soft and delicate in the low light the room currently had.
Megan saw him staring and blushed. She walked around to Andrea’s bedroom door, kneeling down at it before knocking softly on the door. Andrea opened the door, already changed into a loose fitting shirt and pajama pants.
“Ega, I was very good today, may I get a reward like you said?” Megan asked in a submissive yet still excited tone.
“Oh don’t worry, I wouldn’t forget a promise to my slave,” Andrea said. She pulled out from behind the door a leather armbinder. It was one of Zainab’s, as so many things Andrea used tended to be. The black leather was incredibly soft and smooth. Megan scooted herself around, placing her arms behind her to make it easier for Andrea to get it on. It had laces, but unlaced it could be worn for much longer. Straps went around Megan’s shoulders, connecting behind her neck to make the sleeve impossible to slip off.
Rob watched as Andrea worked. It pushed Megans breasts forward, making them prominent and causing the stud piercings in them to be even more obvious.
“Does my slave put on a good show for my friend’s slave?” Andrea asked, noticing the unbreakable stare Rob was engaged in. He quickly moved his head away, trying to pretend he wasn’t doing exactly what he had just been doing. Andrea placed a finger around the o-ring at the front of Megan’s collar, leading her up to her feet. She walked her over to the white set of drawers where she pulled a simple leash from it and attached it to Megan’s collar. The black loop at the other end of the chain fit nicely in Andrea’s hand as she began leading Megan over to Rob.
“Go ahead, stare if you like..” Andrea said, having Megan stop just in front of the couch. “Spread your legs, let him have a good look,” she said. Megan stepped apart, giving her feet about a foot and a half of space, and leaving her pussy very much on display.
Megan was beet red and breathing heavy. She had been clear she didn’t want things to be sexual with Andrea or with Zainab. Her problem is simply that she does not want to choose between the kinky aspects she likes and the lesbianism that she... well that she simply doesn’t find particularly attractive. Admittedly, since there are no men she or Andrea know enough to truly trust. that leaves things in an awkward situation most times. But this wasn’t most times, and somewhere between the humiliation and the unmistakable look and feel of lust from Rob was making her very excited. Rob outstretched a hand, wanting to place it on her hip, but not wanting to cross that line without an invitation.
“Why don’t you have a seat,” Andrea said. Megan looked nervously at Andrea, not from worry but from anticipation. Andrea guided her down onto Rob’s lap, sitting on his mid thigh so that her hands still had a place to be.
Rob’s chastity belt was no creating quite the strain and the spikes were becoming quite painful. He could smell her, freshly washed and faintly smelling of mango and vanilla. She breathed loudly through her mouth, and her hands pressed against his gut so she could feel his breath rise and fall. Rob was not sure if they knew about his belt. When Zainab had given him a lot of money to buy something for Sophia’s birthday, she had never asked what he actually bought her. Her only request was to make it be something that would “show her you care for her.” And since all their messages went through him, he knows she hadn’t mentioned it before. So unless Sophia had shared this in the brief time today they were alone he wasn’t sure they actually knew. He wasn’t sure which was more cruel, teasing him like this and then thinking he will go “relieve” himself when alone, or teasing him like this knowing that he could not even do the former properly.
But before he had much more time to contemplate, he felt Megan stand back up and follow Andrea away. He had not noticed it, caught up in his own thoughts and lost in the sensations, but Megan began to look at Andrea with a look that clearly said “this was fun, but I’ve had enough now.” Andrea looked at Rob who seemed to her like he had already lost himself in thought for the night, and figured he had also had enough. “You gonna be staying here tonight?” Andrea asked.
“Maybe..” he said back after considerable delay, just fast enough to get it out before the bedroom door closed with the other two on the other side.
“Well if not, take one of the room keys, meet us back for breakfast.. like a late breakfast.” Andrea said through the door.
Megan was led over to the foot of the bed and brought down to a kneel again on the carpet. Andrea helped her down onto her stomach, where a pillow waited for her. The leash was removed, looped around one of the bed’s legs, and that attached again with the loop now holding it to the bed. Andrea crawled down to Megan’s ankles, placing a pair of leather cuffs around either ankle before connecting them together with a carabiner.
Megan tossed around slightly. she knew no locks were being used, unless you count the one her collar already had, but with her hands trapped inside the armbinder, she could never escape. And if past was any predictor, she would not be let out until morning. “The true treat will come tomorrow morning,” Andrea said as she checked everything one last time to make sure it was all safe. “About half an hour before our alarm, I’ve set your phone to wake you with your NESIC. It will turn up and up gradually until it is impossible to sleep through. It will make you cum but it will continue for a full half hour. If you wake us with any kind of moaning or screaming before our own alarm, you will be punished is that understood?”
“Yes Ega,” Megan said, giving everything another tug as a chill ran up her spine. She was never sure why, but needing to stay quiet always seemed to make the orgasms more intense. Maybe a byproduct of growing up in a house with four siblings, you learn to be quiet. Whatever the reason, she was looking forward to the morning.
Rob was waiting outside, hoping for the strain of his cock to subside. He looked over at Andrea’s bedroom, seeing just a tiny bit of light escaping from under the door. He looked over at Sophia’s door, where the light had already gone out. Only a few minutes later, the lights went out in their room too. “What am I doing?” he mumbled out loud. With the room lit with only one table lamp, he went to look for the keycard, deciding that he may as well go and sleep in a real bed.
Rob didn’t know exactly what “late breakfast” was, so he arrived a bit on the early side just to be safe. He heard the faint sounds of moaning coming from Andrea’s room. With the door closed it could be coming from any one of them, but whoever it is seemed to be trying to hold it in and was failing. The sounds came infrequently and softly, but they sounded like they were describing something very intense nonetheless.
He sat down on the couch, trying not to picture what must be going on in there. But like anything, trying not to think about it was only making him think about it more. Sitting on the couch he flashed back to last night and the pictures became even more clear. He brought out his headphones and decided to use music as a pre-occupation. They weren't the big over ear kind like he used in his room when Carly was being loud, but they were more than enough to block out what was going on now.
After a few songs, out of the corner of his eye he caught the door to Andrea’s room open. He put down his phone and looked up to see Megan, now dressed in pajamas walk to the bathroom while rubbing her now collarless neck. She walked to the bathroom and shut the door, turning the shower on quickly. Andrea slowly emerged shortly after, yawning and wishing Rob a good morning.
“She alright?” Rob asked pointing at the bathroom.
“Yeah.. just we’re going to get food soon and after a long series of... let’s just leave it at she’s had her fill for a little while. When she’s this spent she doesn’t care for the overtly slave stuff as much and.. I’m certainly not going to force her!” Andrea said as she got herself a glass of water.
The apartment slowly got ready, with Andrea next in line for the shower and Zainab soon after that. She had nearly finished her shower before Sophia’s door opened and she stumbled out in a pair of boyshorts and a tank top. “Good morning Mistress,” Rob said dutifully.
“Mmm yes it is.. oh I did NOT realize how much a good long sleep was needed! Aahh,” she said as she stretched out her muscles. She had been doing multiple shows daily since it opened, and hadn’t realized what a number it was starting to do until she had the night to relax them. Now they were sore and stiff, but she was sure nothing a long shower couldn’t help.
“Are you feeling better than you were last night?” Rob asked.
“Yeah.. but still.. sorry kid not doing anything this morning if that’s what you’re getting at,” Sophia said as she poured herself a glass of water as well. “I’m supposed to back to work but not before meeting Owen and.. well I’m going to need energy,” she said as Zainab’s shower came to an end. She quickly went back to her room to grab her clothes before taking the next round in the bathroom.
“So.. you down for some brunch?” Andrea asked.
Rob simply nodded his head.
Brunch passed faster than any of them thought it would. Before any of them realized it, it was about time for Sophia to run off to meet Owen before the next performance. Andrea and Megan got up and followed her off, leaving Zainab to take care of the bill.
Rob was very lost in thought however. He really didn’t like how brazen she seemed to be about it all. He was sitting right there as She announced She was off to meet this man, Owen. Perhaps her friends didn’t know, but Rob did. Rob knew what it meant, ignoring him because she would need Her energy for later? For Owen? Rob had been there for her, he had been a nice guy, he had been supportive, putting her needs above his own. And how had this bitch repaid him?
“Hello? Rob? You there?” Zainab said snapping her fingers to get his attention.
“Sorry.. what?” he said, sitting back up and paying attention again.
“So I was trying to say, things seem to be changing with Sophia,” Zainab said.
“I know, I’ve noticed. Look, if you could maybe just try to swing more nights where she could be off with me, I think that will improve..”
“That’s not going to happen,” Zainab said, cutting him off. “What I think Sophia needs right now..”
“I was there for her when there were no other options for her!” Rob insisted, his hand starting to shake.
“Yes.. but thankfully her options aren’t so blique now. What I’m going to be doing is...”
“So I’m blique now, I’m not a good option?”
“That’s not at ALL what I...” Zainab replied defensively.
“What about her stuff? Her clothes and all that? I’ve been keeping them clean and washed for her,” he interrupted again.
“And we’ll always be grateful for that, but..”
“But now I should just step aside I guess.. back of the bus.. let a real man take charge..” Rob said dejectedly.
“I don’t know where this is coming from but it’s really not what I..” Zainab tried to calmly explain.
“I’m sorry, I’m late for my shift,” Rob lied as he checked the time on his phone. It was all he could do to stop his hand from trembling as he reached for the door out of the restaurant.
When he got back to his apartment, Carly was in the living room unpacking a box onto one of the shelves. “You don’t look so great, something happen?” she asked.
“Girl.. troubles I guess. We barely have time to see each other any more and it seems like the more things change at her job the less time she has for us,” Rob said as he snagged a soda and sat down.
“Hey that sucks.. but sometimes things just change,” she said sympathetically as she took a break from what she was doing.
“But it was working so well before. If things could just… just go back or...” Rob said, nearly at the brink of tears.
“You can’t turn the clocks back, you can’t make things go to the way the used to be, usually can’t do it anyway. But I say don’t be so defeatist! You’re smart, if you put your mind to it I’m sure you can think of something to do to help. And if you still can’t? Well, then the first round’ll be on me.” she said supportively.
“Yeah.. you’re probably right. I just need some time to think. I’ll think of something to fix it.”
“So this something new, do you have it all planned out yet?” Sophia asked Owen.
“Not all of it. It’ll be somewhere between the two things you’ve been in. People really seemed to like the combat aspect of the Barbarian production, but the enticement angle has worked well too. So the idea is they fight their way into the temple and.. there you’ll be. You’ll do a little something, try to entice them to leave their weapons behind, love not war kind of thing. Then.. then it’s up to them if they want to go peacefully or continue to rage out. We’ve already working on a set,” Owen explained.
“Hell yeah, that does sound good. So what’ll happen with the Siren Sisters?” she asked.
“Well your replacement has been doing well. I say keep her where she is and move you over. Since I haven't set it all out, maybe only one of the girls needs to know how to dance worth a damn. It’d be a lot easier to staff going forward let me tell you,” he said. “But… well it’s just that it’s not ready yet.”
“So what am I doing now then?” she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“Don’t hate me, I’m putting you into a run of the Barbarian Raid. It’ll possibly be a long one, at absolute minimum till tomorrow but could run several days longer than that. By then I should have more done and maybe I just start rehearsing with you if there’s something to rehearse.”
Sophia stood back up and cordially shook his hand. “trust me, no hard feelings.. So is it still the same place?”
“Yep, and just come see me when you’re done alright?”
It had been a grueling few days, and Sophia was glad it was over. She was sweaty, she was covered in dirt, and she stunk of other people’s sweat. She got dressed back into the pair of sweatpants and shirt she had come there in, nearly drooling at the prospect of getting back to the staff residence and showering off.
“Is one of you Sophia?” a large man in a cheap suit called out.
“That’s me, what’s going on?” Sophia asked, walking towards him.
“Just come with me,” he said as he waddled away. Sophia followed behind as he led her down to the main tower. He opened the double doors and gestured that she go in first. It looked like a rather massive suite, one that even Zainab wouldn’t be so wasteful as to rent. Her stomach dropped out from under her as another door opened and out walked Felix.
“Well hello again, it’s been a while. I see you’re obviously living the high life..” he said before taking a seat on one of the couches. “Come, sit, not that you have a choice,” he said as he tapped on a form that looked from a distance at least to be a copy of Sophia’s contract.
Sophia looked around, wondering what else might be in store, but all she saw was a few piles of paper and the man standing by the door. She said nothing, she simply walked over to the couch opposite his and sat down.
“Now.. I have a problem here. After our little.. lets call it trouble, I wasn’t going to have you in my bedroom any more. So I sent you off, put you where we’d get the most value from you. I’ll also admit that it gave me more than a little satisfaction to think of it as payback too, but that’s unrelated to my point. You’ll forgive me if I seem bitter, but I’m usually not very good friends with people who attack and try to kill me.”
Sophia said nothing, her face gave away nothing, she was determined not to react until she better understood what exactly was going on.
“But then I hear you’ve started... making a name for yourself. I’ll certainly give credit where credit is due, you did help out my business in that regard. And while it might not be as satisfying to me to have you working elsewhere it’s also made you very valuable. Very valuable indeed. Aaron and Owen seem to think so, they knew your situation and still found ways to better utilize you than what I had you doing. Don’t worry, they’re not in trouble, they were only doing what I was doing, only better. Trying to use the resources at hand to build up my resort and fast. This new girl we signed recently, I believe she’s taking your old place in one of the performances, she’s the most expensive girl on staff, and everyone else who’s applied has been asking for more!”
“But you’ve done all that while also bringing quite a lot of potential attention. I’m running a kind of business that has only been legal for barely a year. I don’t want people to look into you because it would reflect poorly on me and on my resorts. It’s one thing to use people like you for the business, but.. you’re tied to me directly and I’m only stretching things out to put you to work down there. Now it’s all legal, all within your contract, but what’s allowed and what the public things should be allowed are not always the same. We’ve already had one article about you, I’ve had two different offers to buy your contract away, and now even my bellhops are writing my HR, telling me to look out for what you’re doing.”
“Wait.. who was that last one?” Sophia asked, finding it difficult to accept the implication of what she just heard.
“Yes, it got forwarded up from HR since.. well it’s not really strictly HR related since you don’t work for the resort officially. Someone was thinking you’re manipulating your way to where you are by offering sexual favors, suggesting even that you should go back to the dungeons and personal rental where you had been. The person insisted I not share his name, but from your face I now think you might know him?”
“That little shit,” Sophia said, sinking her head into her palms.
“Well all this attention, with that example really only being the latest, it’s made me think about other options. What other value I can get from you, because clearly I can’t have you stay with me. I’d rather go to sleep at night without worrying if I’ll be waking up tomorrow. I just don’t want that risk. But with so many people taking notice, it is also quite the risk to leave you in the resort.” He explained in long winded ramblings.
“Sounds to me like there’s no way around the risk, you’re damned if you do damned if you don’t,” Sophia said with just a hint of a smirk.
“Not quite. Like I’ve said, you’re in high demand.. and one person in particular seems real keen to get their hands on you. Went through a lot of effort and it’s not the kind offer you get to turn down. So.. I’m just signing this thing here..” he said, as he quickly jotted a signature on the bottom of a form. The man that had brought Sophia up there appeared and grabbed the form from him, placing it in a document scanner.
“What the hell is that?” Sophia said, pointing at the man.
“Well first off, he not it. Second his name’s Larry, but I assume you mean what Larry there has in his hand? That is a contract transfer notice, he’s sending it off to the International Contract Bureau as we speak. As soon as it’s clear, you aren’t my problem any more, you’re his!” Felix said with a tone of smug sarcasm.
“Larry? Larry’s buying me up?” Sophia asked in perplexity.
“Oh no.. he’s just the person who’ll be part of the ‘48 hour logistical grace window.’ You need to be in the presence of the contract holder if I want you moved anywhere and I.. well I can’t be bothered with all this. In about 47 hours, you’ll be handed off from Larry to someone else, then you’re their problem.”
“47 hours? How fucking far am I going, the moon?”
“Oh that doesn’t matter really. Across the street, across the world, hell if I wanted to I’d bet we could work something out for them to come here and do the transfer right now without all the fanfare and without Larry. But I’m going to give you another bit of honesty,” Felix said as he got up and walked towards Sophia. “This is probably the last time I’m going to ever see your smug entitled face, and I just want to enjoy jerking you around one last time.”
“How noble,” Sophia said, leaning back on the couch to try to increase the distance between the two of them. “It must make you feel like a big man..”
“You can spare me all that, now get up,” Felix said as he stood and waited for her to move. Sophia got up, but only with a face that expressed exactly what she thought of him right then. “Strip.. right now.”
“Why?” Sophia asked through gritted teeth.
“Because I’ve just told you to strip. Larry?”
“That’s an order. Stip now,” the man in the corner called back.
Sophia scrunched up her face as she began to remove her clothing, making sure to throw each and every article of clothing angrily at Felix in what little defiance she allowed herself. She now stood naked, still covered in the filth and dirt of the scenario she had just played out. She held one arm across her breasts while another hand covered her crotch.
“Hands at your sides,” Felix barked. Sophia slowly complied, not wanting to make him feel like it was a victory in any real way. “Larry, bring it out.”
The man disappeared into the other room, keeping the door open behind him before returning with a furniture dolly holding what looked like a refrigerator sized hard plastic crate.
“Jesus where the hell are you sending me? I’ll fucking go peacefully you know.” Sophia said, hoping beyond hope that this was only a coincidence and not actually her form of transportation. Larry maneuvered it to a big open floor before gently guiding it to the ground.
“I’m sure if I gave you the choice you’d be a smart little girl and do just that. However, like I said this is more for my amusement than for any real need. I mean this thing is more secure than what they use to send murderers around in, you think this is needed? No this is largely just for me, and to give this thing a good test run see how it works. Ok two things,” Felix said as he walked over to the crate, running his hands along it like he was a display model. He walked around it, removing the half a dozen or so latches that held the top down. With Larry’s help on the other side, he removed the large top lid and set it down at the far side of it. He pulled out a garment from inside. It was made of a clear plastic like material. It was transparent, except for a collection of metal rivets. “Come here,” Felix said holding it up and walking slowly towards her..
Sophia closed the gap, meeting him about halfway to the box. “Here, put your hands in here girl,” he said, holding the plastic garment up and displaying to openings. Sophia knew she didn’t have a choice, and with a huff began to slip her arms into the sleeves. They extended down quite far, she kept expecting to find an opening at the other end but there was none. The sleeve simply became more and more narrow until it ended, turning into long straps with rivets.
As Sophia was examining the sleeves, Felix had moved behind her.With some maneuvering, he lifted the band of fabric that connected both sleeves over her head and behind her neck. Felix began to pull the small web of straps together, connecting them by clicking two plastic end pieces together on either side of the metal rivets. It looked to Sophia like they could be removed with a pinch, but it would need to be by someone unlike her who had use of their fingers. After a strap ran down her front and back, connecting in a strap encircling her just below her rib cage, he grabbed her sleeves. He pulled them around like he was putting her into a straightjacket, connecting the sleeves behind her back. He added two more straps one near each elbow to prevent her from pulling or moving her arms in any serious way. But the clear material left her totally exposed, the clear fabric did not even cover her breasts and it did not even hide from sight what it did cover.
“Very funny, but are you seriously going to do all this?” Sophia asked, after really discovering how useless her struggling was.
“Larry, does that sound like the kind of attitude you want in a sex slave?” Felix asked sarcastically.
“Not at all,” he called back.
“Tell me, are you at all claustrophobic?” Felix asked, leading her forward towards the box.
“I guess a little,” Sophia admitted honestly. “You’re not just shoving me in that box thing are you?” she asked, knowing it wouldn’t be but hoping nonetheless that the answer would be no.
“Well that’s a start of it,” he said pulling her forward to look over the crate. There were tubes near the top and bottom. A thick clear plastic sheet, not unlike what she was wearing, covered the sides and bottom in a very loose configuration, like large but empty trash bags. “Turn’er on would you?” he said to Larry who was standing at the other side of the case, pressing some unseen buttons on the other side. A loud noise whirled to life, sounding somewhere between a vacuum cleaner and a hair dryer. Suddenly the plastic sacks began inflating. Sophia watched in sudden horror as she realized that as they expanded, they left exactly one, small, person sized cavity, suspended in air between all the sacks. She even looked over at the top, which was connected by a hose of some kind, and it had a case that was inflating too.
“Is this really needed? Please I’ll go willingly,” Sophia pleaded as she turned to face Felix. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
Felix smirked. He walked around behind Sophia who stood as she was following only with her head. He pushed her over the box. With it still resting on the dolly it was just about at waist level. Sophia fell forward, landing on one of the air sacks that braced her fall, displacing slightly as she put weight on it but generally tolerating her. Felix kicked one of her legs out, catching Sophia off balance and forcing her to spread her legs. “You know.. you do really have a lovely ass bent over like this,” he said as he ran one hand along her dirty legs and up to her ass. His other hand appeared when Sophia tried to get back up. It held her down, pressing her against the air sack firmly while his other hand was free to explore.
She felt his cock, pressing against her rear. She closed her eyes, trying to let the trade go through. As unpleasant as it would be, looking around at this box, it was preferable. He rubbed his cock along her pussy lips, thrusting in deeply on the first stroke, but only taking two. He was simply hoping to lubricate his cock, he soon pulled it back out and repositioned it for her ass.
As Sophia felt it, she opened her eyes back up again, looking down at the air filled sacks, looking at how unbelievably tight and confining it would seem. As he pressed in, it was not a new sensation but with her hands tied, and knowing who it was inside her, it all felt so dirty. Somehow.. worse than what she had been doing. She just had to lay there and take it as he began to lay more of his weight onto her back.
“Taking a good look? Amazing what sufficiently kinky engineers are coming up with isn’t it?” he said, taunting her as he continued to thrust. “Oh yeah.. this is how I want our relationship to end. I fuck you right over this thing as you have time to contemplate what it’ll be like in there.
“What? I thought..” Sophia said as she turned to try to look at Felix
“Now now, you offered, I never accepted. Yeah that’s right.. take it all in.. take in what it’s going to be like for you inside it..” Felix said, getting Larry to take the job of holding Sophia down while he concentrated all his efforts into his speed. He began to go faster and faster until he came, shooting his load deep inside her.
As Sophia sat there, frustrated and becoming scared, she watched him grab for some kind of metal plug. She wasn’t overly surprised when she felt it force it’s way up her ass. It had a very skinny stem, it actually felt quite a lot like the kinds of plugs the slave suits had. A fact she wasn’t very much a fan of if they had the same functionality.
“Alright Larry, gonna need your expert gag now,” Felix said. Larry came rushing over holding what looked like some kind of clear panel gag with a big clear ball behind it. Stranger still, the ball had some kind of tube sticking through it.
“You’d really do all this even if the new contract owner was out in the lobby? I can’t believe it, how far are you sending me for real?” Sophia asked.
“Is there any answer I could give you that you would believe?” Felix answered frankly. “I don’t need to hand you over right away, the terms let me take the option to ‘make any and all logistical preparations to deliver you within a 48 hour grace period’. And when I hand you over I get this box thing back, and Larry here gets another someone to test his creation”
“This is yours?” Sophia asked looking at the man holding the odd gag.
“Yes, now if you don’t mind I have some more to do here,” he said as he walked forward. He pulled the tube through the gag, giving it the maximum amount of slack before making Sophia open her mouth. She felt the tube push past her throat, she wanted to gag but was able to control her reflex and after the initial push the feeling went away. Larry seemed to be checking something on what looked like a phone, he seemed to be guiding the tube into place using some kind of camera, making sure the tube fed into her stomach and not her lungs.
He then bent down and much more speedily slipped a catheter into her. He pumped it up slightly to prevent it from dislodging, which created a weird pressure feeling but not a painful one. “You grab feet I grab arms?” he asked Felix. After a nod, they grabbed Sophia, lifting her into the box. It felt strange, the surface she was placed on bent and moved as she struggled. Sophia looked down to see them secure two more straps to her waistbelt, a strap ran over her chest and a strap ran over each leg at the ankles and just above the knee. With it all secure, Sophia tried to jostle and found that all the sacks shuffled with her. It was very quickly disorienting. She saw a tube connected to the tube in her gag, another tube connecting to her buttplug and catheter. They finally wrapped tubes around her head, running into her nose pumping fresh air in.
As she watched the lid lifted back into position she tried to think about anything else. By the time she felt the sac pressing against her it was already dark again. She didn’t hear the sound of the latches going back on, but with the low hum of the air pumps she couldn’t hear much else from inside this. With the added pressure of the sack on the lid, she now felt like they could flip the box over and she’d barely move if at all. It was the most claustrophobic experience she had ever had. She didn’t know where she was going or who she was going to, but she hoped to any god that was still listening that they would be close.
i feel bad for rob, i mean i wish i were locked in a secure spiked belt too but when the only key is a thumbprint it sounds more permanent than he or sophia intended. i look forward to hearing more about him in the future.
ReplyDeletegreat job on this chapter :D
I agree! Great chapter! However, I don't feel bad for Rob at all. Seems to me that he kind of made his own bed. I mean, he was trying to get Sophia demoted back into a awful, hellish position just so he could use her for his own fantasies. Seems to me to be a lot of sociopathic.
ReplyDeletei didn't see it that way...yes he wanted to get her demoted, but that had alot more to do with attempting to keep a relationship alive rather than being selfish, as it is she had practically disappeared without a trace and now she really will. just my opinion
DeleteHe kind of was being selfish though. He was putting his desires above hers. I tried to not turn him 100% into an unlikable asshole, but even from only his point of view he was assuming the worst about Sophia (that she was cheating on him) and didn't care about how his actions would affect her negatively as long as he got to benefit. I always make sure none of my characters are ever based exclusivly on a specific person, but Rob has the kind of mentality I've seen from a lot of people.
DeleteThey usually just don't have much experience yet, but they see relationships in a very transactional way. If I do this, she'll do that. Things in the relationship are still kind of defined through them, what am I doing to her, what is she doing to me. But, what gets lost sometimes is that the other party has just as many conflicted goals and feelings.
Now, I don't know if I succeeded in conveying that so far. I like to think I've got some skill, but I also know enough to know I'm very capable of messing up the execution badly.
Great chapter. Poor Sophia put in that hellish box for 48 hours cause Felix is a completely douche.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the hard work with your writing its great
Not to be a spelling Nazi, but I'm pretty sure it's "bleak" not "blique". Normally, I wouldn't say anything, but that kinda just threw me across the room.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I don't know how I missed that.. it's a bit more prominent than where these kinds of typos and spelling errors usually like to hide so I don't notice them.
DeleteAnother great chapter. I do t think any writer can say that they do it right every single time but you do it very well. Robs choice was made from a place of desperation. He needed to feel that he was getting as much from her as he was giving. I know exactly how that feels. Maybe I don't go and do what he did but we'd all do something. I'm looking forward to seeing how the dynamic between Megan, Andrea, and Zainab shifts and changes. The three of them of tied so tightly together, you'd have to believe that some kind of major conflict would arise between them.
ReplyDeletePlus you got to think that Lea time is up now and she will mix in with those three as well making things a little more complex for Andrea at least as well
DeleteReally great chapter. And thank you for the whole series I enjoy it very much on every chapter.
ReplyDeleteCant wait for the next one and what the others will think when they find out where Lea has been all this time
I feel bad for Rob, he had been the one to help Sophia out, besides Z, Andrea, and Megan. And then to be almost completely ignored when things got better for Sophia must have sucked for him. Doesn't excuse what he tried to pull, but I can kinda get where he's coming from.
ReplyDeleteAlso, two offers for Sophia? Geez, I really hope she is going to Lea, or someone not as much of a piss dick Felix. Seriously, dude needs a kick in the nuts.
I'm really having a difficult time understanding why there is all this sympathy for Rob. If you think about it, he is really no better than Felix. Sophia did not owe him anything, other than gratitude for helping and gratitude does not equal sexual companionship. Sophia did not ask Rob to lock himself in a chastity belt. He was totally taking advantage of Sophia - using her in a manner that she likely would not have been interested in if she were a free woman.
ReplyDeleteProps to jessbaby for some great characterizations though. I guess perhaps that it is the depiction of Rob's jealousy that is speaking to readers so much - filling them with sympathy. After all, yes, we have all felt jealous before. Regardless, I feel that Rob's actions were inexcusable.
And, on top of that... Holy shit! Sophia has been locked into a box for 48 hours and is being shipped to god-knows-where. She could just disappear forever into the dark underground - totally lost to her friends.
So, in summary, F--- Rob! He dug his own hole. And, I'm knotted with fear for Sophia's future. Does anyone agree?
(btw, thanks jb for the compelling story!)
Rob isn't justified, but it's not like Sophia is completely without fault. She was fully aware Rob placed himself in a dedicated and vulnerable position and didn't even think about it long enough to realize how cruel her actions were.
DeleteLike when she impulsively usurped Lea, she simply didn't do her due diligence as a dominant to think about what she was doing to other people. Rob may have instigated the situation, but Sophia went right along with it until she didn't feel like it anymore.
It'd be one thing if Sophia hadn't been playing along at first, but the truth is she used him when she felt like doing so, and then pushed him aside when she didn't.
omg when is the next one coming out i have to know if she is going to lea or not, give me a date anything plus or minus a week, i gotta know!!! these cliffhangers are too suspenseful!!! everything is leading it to being her, but its not 100% since you didn't say it yet, as far as we know lea hasn't even gotten her request to him yet. plz when is the next one being published???
ReplyDeleteGood and bad news I guess. I'm aiming for the next one to be end of this week. That's the good. Bad news is it will not involve Sophia in that story. Andrea, Megan and Zainab fly out to Zainab's home (fictional) country of Surda for spring break. But all things considered, is that really bad news?
DeleteI know the power of cliff hangers, and the antsyness it can cause. Fellow Game of Thrones watchers (not readers you smug smug people with your advanced warning of things!) know all about that, so I have sympathy this week more than most. It's part of why I somewhat delayed releasing this story, because of the ending. I'm going as quick as I can, it can just sometimes get tough to slog through. But knowing people are waiting anxiously is good motivation for it!
It doesn't actually look good for Sophia, or for Lea, IMHO. Lea has a history of bad judgment, I think, and this one too could blow up in her face. If she doesn't get Sophia, what the heck does she do next? Take on a total stranger's contract? And of course where on earth will Sophia be? OTOH, if Lea does get Sophia, they will both be locked into Sophia's contract terms, which from what we've seen of their interaction at the cabin would be difficult, to put it mildly. I could see that situation breaking down and both of them going onto punitive contracts. Bring it on, Jess!
ReplyDeleteI can see Sophia going to Lea and than it all going to shit and getting a punitive contract. But than threw some twist it turns out it was the computer that Lea made in the cabin that has been behind it all and ends up buying Lea's punitive contract explaining to her that it was what it was programed to do enslave Lea.
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ReplyDeleteI hate that ending... not so much the packaging, that is interesting but Felix and his actions.
ReplyDeleteTrouble is, we have no indications about the date when the last bits are happening. An unknown number of weeks have passed from an unknown point to start with. Is this after Lea ended her time or before. Considering the jumps in time to focus on 1 girl or group and go through a bigger timeframe with only them, everything is possible.