Release Ch. 07: Release

Zak heard a metal door slam shut behind him. He opened his eyes. His dick was throbbing. His mind filled with just one thought. Release. It never occurred to him to get up. He crawled along the corridor on all fours. Rounding the corner he saw a round bed in a gaudy mirrored room. A hairless man, naked but for a thick leather hood, was manacled to the bed, ass in the air. I can't, Zak thought. He remembered Celeste and felt his dick twitch. Instantly he realized that he had already lost that particular fight before it began. He climbed up on the bed. The man was asleep. Zak carefully closed the blindfold again.

The man woke. "Gill? Is that you? Is it your friend?" Zak realized he was looking at Sol. The metal bondage around Zak's cock tightened slightly, keeping his dick up and made his unresolved orgasm take center stage. "Just fuck me," Sol said to the room. "I will be good. Just please don't force me to come again." Zak wondered about that, but his need was great. He carefully positioned his dick at Sol's entrance. In response Sol started breathing in and out deeply. "Go ahead," he said, "I don't mind, but please don't let me come." Zak pushed his dick in, wondering briefly why as the piercing in Sol's nipple lit up...

...Back in the cabin's main room. Rebecca was laying on the coach, legs splayed. Gill was kneeling on the shaggy rug. Head bobbing up and down between Rebecca's thighs. On the wall a discreetly placed flat screen showed Zak taking Sol. Rebecca moaned as another orgasm hit her. She heard Gill moan in response. Those panties, they really where magical. "Just one more," Rebecca said to Gill. "Then I really have to get dressed in civilian clothes and head back out to civilization. I know you'll miss me, but think of the new friends I'll find. I wonder what new twists the drinking game will bring."

Still dressed in her latex uniform Celeste entered the room from the basement. "Don't worry Gill," Celeste said, "I've got an interesting training scheduled. It should keep you occupied while Rebecca's gone." Gill started to speak, but Rebecca's hand pushed her on the back of the head, back into her wet pussy. "Let's not waste that tongue of yours on useless denials."

The orgasm came and went. Celeste took a protesting Gill downstairs. The basement door to Zak's training room swung open. "Do you like the stage, or do you prefer a seat amongst the audience?" Celeste asked Gill. Gill looked at the many eyes of the audience and saw the trap for what it was. "What is the price of admission to the audience," she asked.

Celeste giggled. "Clever girl." She pushed the latex clad form of Gill onto the small podium. "There is a price for cleverness too, you know." Celeste turned towards the audience. "Welcome," she called out, "to the theater of torture. I am your host, Celeste!" She stopped, giving the audience time to cheer. "Are you ready to watch me train this wretch? Do you want to see her journey of lust, temptation and forbidden pleasure?" The audience roared approval. Celeste turned towards Gill. "Do you think you are horny now?" she whispered in her ear. "I will prove you wrong."

...

Rebecca pulled on functional white underwear, added a fresh pair of jeans, regular heeled boots and a white t-shirt. The jeans slipped off. The latest round of the game had given her a truly amazing body. She threw the pants aside, sighed and walked back into the basement. It was filled with cardboard boxes and nothing else. She spotted Sol's pants in one of the newer boxes up front. She rummaged through the box and found a miniskirt that fit her fine. As she left the basement, she opened the box closest to the stairs just far enough to make the flat screen visible in passing. "Hey look it's one of those old drinking games," Rebecca said with a cruel smile.

She walked back up the stairs and left the cabin. As she walked towards the car she briefly wondered what she had looked like before her first game. She couldn't remember. Rebecca smiled. It didn't matter. Time to make some new friends and play the drinking game again. As her car left the driveway her memories of the place where fading again. It was so much easier to dupe people if your innocence wasn't feigned...

THE END? (a synthesized voice repeated this statement wondering if its true)