Escape Room — Room 1: Sammy
You’re an idiot, Drake, I told myself as I pulled at the collar of my light jacket and knew too late that I should have worn something warmer. Walking the streets of the city at night in early January was just plain stupid, especially with the winter as cold as it had been. I guess I’d been so excited about my birthday tomorrow that I’d rushed out without thinking, and now I was standing in a sketchy alley between some huge skyscrapers as the wind howled through the space separating the buildings. Dirty, slushy snow soaked through my shoes and socks and the icy breeze tunneled its way past my jacket and through the thin shirt beneath. I was freezing. The only thing keeping me here were the words of a stranger I’d met through an online message board.
You’re totally an idiot, I said again. What was I, anyway? A soon-to-be 26-year-old with mounds of college loan debt and a degree in accounting. You’re here as a joke some stranger is playing for their sick amusement. When you freeze to death—
“Hello! You must be Drake.”
I spun.
A door was creaking open in the wall a dozen feet down and a tall, bearded figure was standing in the yellow rectangle of light. “Come in! You must be freezing, poor lad.”
I shivered through the slush and into the doorway, finding myself in a small, square office with a large welcome desk and several corridors leading deeper into the building behind it. The tall man who had let me in strode back across the room and sat down behind the desk. When he turned to face me, I saw that his beard was long and white, his nose was long and crooked and his head was bald as a hardboiled egg. He also had beady eyes and a wicked smile that, along with the rest of him, made the man look like a shifty Merlin or lecherous Dumbledore.
“So, Drake…” he mused. “You responded to our posted message in an online forum for individuals with certain… sexual proclivities… expressing interest in coming to a business arrangement.”
I tried and failed not to turn red with embarrassment. He thinks I’m some sort of sexual deviant.
“No no no, lad,” he said, obviously noticing my coloring and waving his hand, letting his mouth turn into a much more grandfatherly smile. “Many of our clients frequent such corners of the Internet.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be soothed or discomfited even more.
“Some men like their women tied up and gagged, bound or chained or strapped down,” the man continued, waving his hand more as he went down the list. “Others…” He shot me a significant look. “Want nothing more than docile playthings—submissive and obedient and always ready to please.”
I clenched my fists and tried to ignore the fact that even just his description sent a bucket of blood rushing below my belt.
“I assume you came with the down payment?” he asked, as I wondered whether I should even be here.
I took a deep breath. This is real. This is crazy, but real. I reached into my pocket for my wallet. “Your message said a thousand dollars?”
“Nope. Four thousand.” The man’s face fell back into the blank expression of a professional hustler.
“Four thousand?” I gaped. That’s 80 percent of my bank account!
The old man winked at me and spat into a tall silver cup that sat on his desk. “You know what you’re buying,” he cackled. “$1,000 each, that’s the new price. Take it or leave it.”
Fifteen minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have thought twice. I would have flipped the man the bird and walked out. But for some reason I hesitated.
Dirty Gandalf sighed. “Rest assured, my boy, that this is your only opportunity.” He shook his head sadly. “Many men have walked out that door and regretted it when we didn’t give them a second chance.”
I swallowed, hard. “This better be for real,” I said. Fishing in my wallet, I pulled out my credit card. I tossed it down on the table.
Quick as a wink, Crazy Merlin swiped it up and was entering the details into the desk’s ancient-looking computer. Several minutes of tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard later, he slid my card back across the desk. “You just received an address and a gate code in your email inbox,” he said, looking up at me through bushy eyebrows. “Show up tomorrow to the address with the four young ladies. There will be a man there who will walk you through the rest.”
I nodded, coughed uncomfortably, then turned and started to leave.
“Oh, and Drake?” The man had paused at the entrance to one of the tunnels and I paused in the doorway.
The wind was hitting my back and sending shivers down my spine. “What?” I asked.
The Dumbledore doppelgänger grinned. “Happy Birthday.”
We pulled up to the crumbling facade of an old warehouse down by the financial district at around 11 o’clock. We came in two cars, Sammy and Eliza with me in my beat-up red truck, Marcella and Hannah in Hannah’s new Mercedes. The security code I’d been given opened up a heavy black gate that looked new and out of place in the rundown surroundings.
“There’s an escape room in there?” Sammy asked, stretching as she got out of my car and almost popping the buttons on her blouse as her sizable breasts threatened to escape.
I did an amazing job of not staring directly at her tits as I answered her question. Instead, I was captured by her bewitching blue gaze. “This is the address the booking agent gave me.” And according to old Merlin’s advertisement, the room is equipped with the technology to turn any four women I bring into my personal harem of brainwashed bimbos.
Eliza came around the truck, sleek as usual in black jeans and a dark leather jacket that somehow accented her milk chocolate complexion. I’m not so good with style, but whatever she did was definitely working. “This is the place, huh?” she asked, pursing her full lips. “It doesn’t look like much.”
Definitely doesn’t look like $4,000, I thought glumly, but tried to look upbeat and excited. “Yeah!” I said, turning and smiling as Hannah and Marcella walked up to join us. “I’ve never done an escape room before and I wanted to take my four best friends with me on my birthday. Apparently this is one of the most difficult and complex ones in the city.”
“Well, Drake,” Marcella said, and I felt a tingle of warmth in the pit of my stomach as her delicious Spanish accent sounded out my name. “We’re all here and ready for a good time.”
Hannah smiled brightly at me. It was a brilliant, million-watt smile—no wonder she was pulling in the big bucks as the personal assistant to one of the biggest software magnates in the city. “The inside can only look better than the outside!” she told me, punching me playfully in the shoulder. Hannah was usually the chipper one of the group. “So let’s check it out.”
I led the way towards the big blue door of the big blockish building, my four hot-as-hell friends trailing behind. I still couldn’t believe these girls hung out with me. Sure, I had been completely emasculated and dumped in the friend zone by all of them. But nonetheless, an average-looking guy like me took the opportunity to spend time with gorgeous women where he could.
I hit the door several times with my fist, eliciting a hollow-sounding bong each time. “Anybody home?” I called.
The door opened suddenly and a suspiciously-familiar tall man in glasses and a long white lab coat stood before us. Dumbledore! I thought incredulously. There is no fucking way. “Erm, hello,” I said as he looked down his nose at me. He had a clipboard in his hand and a pencil.
“Hello, stranger,” he said, and I could have sworn I saw him wink beneath one bushy white eyebrow. “Are you and your beautiful companions ready to embark on the adventure of a lifetime?” He flashed a joking grin at the girls and they tittered behind me.
I nodded, slowly. “We are, sir,” I said, feeling slightly foolish.
My old acquaintance slumped suddenly, dropping his pretentious act. He laughed, a deep Santa Clause sound. “Then get on in here, young ’uns,” he said. He backed out of the doorway and I stepped inside. “The adventure awaits!”
We trooped inside and looked around. The room was small, with blank concrete walls, obviously taking up only a tiny corner of the vast warehouse. It made me wonder how big the escape room actually was, or whether our room was just one of many. My bearded friend showed us to a table where several pages of forms were laid out in four neat stacks. Beside each stack was a pen. “Get to signing, girls,” Merlin chuckled.
Sammy raised her hand, her sparkly pink fingernails flashing in the light. “There are five of us, not four,” she commented.
“Our young birthday boy will have a different set of papers to sign,” our host explained, snaking an arm around my shoulders and gesturing vaguely with his clipboard. “Since he’s the one who booked your whole adventure he has a bit more liability.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “I swear,” she laughed. “Not even my office has this much paperwork.” She bent over the table and I tried not to stare at her ass in those tight jeans as she focused on the work.
I shook my head and turned to examine the pages the escape room operator scooted in front of me. I skimmed down the page. It started off like the usual stuff. Do you forswear the right to take legal action against the Escape Room Corp. for any injuries sustained from actions taken of your own free will?
Then it moved on to some stranger ones. Do you acknowledge that any decisions you make or actions you take during and/or after the escape room are yours and that the Escape Room Corp. has no liability?
Finally, I froze. I reread the line. Do you, Drake Sutton, consent to have your four fellow escapees hypnotically transformed into willing, obedient bimbos, sexually submissive and servile to you, and you alone? My hand seemed unable to move the pen across the line that said, “Sign here.”
God, I thought. You’re so stupid. And gullible. You’ve been reading too many stories on the internet. This is all a scam anyway. It doesn’t matter if you sign. I scribbled my signature and took a deep breath. This is stupid. You wasted your money coming here.
A wrinkled set of fingers reached out and grasped the paper. I looked up and saw it was in the hands of my old friend the escape room curator.
“Do you have a name?” I asked, realizing I couldn’t keep thinking of him as Weird Merlin.
“Maybe,” the man grinned. “But I like to be thought of as a mysterious, wizardly caricature instead.” He quickly scanned the page I’d signed. “Everything seems to be in order,” he said, giving me a significant look.
Behind me, I heard the rustling of pages as my friends finished signing their own waivers.
“Alright,” Gandalf the Strange said, raising his hands above his head. The girls gathered around and I uncomfortably wondered what was about to happen. “The birthday boy will come with me. This is a special escape room, a birthday quest.”
My friends looked at each other in confusion.
Eliza put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “What’re you talking about?” she asked. “Drake isn’t doing the escape room with us?”
The bearded man smiled. “While you four young ladies struggle to escape, your friend Drake will be enjoying a birthday challenge of his own. Once you’ve all beaten the game, you will be reunited at the end of the trials!”
I shrugged in response to the looks of confusion shot my way. Don’t look at me, I thought. I have no idea what’s going on.
“Ladies, through that door if you will?” Crazy Albus gestured and pressed a button on a remote he pulled from his pocket. A door in the corner unlocked with a clunk and swung open. “And Drake, with me.”
I looked over my shoulder as he led me towards a door on the opposite side of the room. My four friends were filing through the doorway and into the room beyond.
Whatever is about to happen, I thought. Please just let it be good. I had no idea if I was going to get what I paid for, but I did know the games were about to begin.
Weird Merlin led me down a short tunnel and through another door. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but as he showed me into a luxuriantly-appointed lounge I started to relax. Happy Birthday, Drake, I thought to myself as he gestured for me to take a seat in a reclining leather chair the size of a small sofa. He went around the counter into the gleaming kitchen and started bustling about.
“Champagne? Wine? Whiskey? Beer?” his chortling voice came over my shoulder as I looked around the room from my exceedingly comfortable vantage point.
“What?” I asked, craning my neck to look at him. All I could see were several impressive leather recliners, a bar and a massive flatscreen that covered most of the wall in front of me. That must have cost several fortunes, I thought. Glancing around, I couldn’t see a remote to turn on the massive monitor.
“Beer it shall be,” Gandalf said decisively, coming back around with a beer in each hand. He passed one over to me and plopped down on a leather cushion a few feet away. “You ready for the games to begin?” he asked me, glancing over and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into, I thought, and nodded.
The strange man grinned, then pulled out the remote he’d used earlier to open the door to the escape room. He pressed a yellow button and the screen flickered to life.
It was brilliant, high-definition and almost life-sized. On screen, my four friends were standing in a six-sided room. The walls were a sterile white color and glowed brightly, lighting the space from all sides. In the center of each wall was a door with a black mechanism where someone could slide a keycard. There was a soft hiss and in the center of the floor a tile slid back. A slim white pedestal rose and locked into place at waist height. The only thing atop the pedestal was a black keycard, like I’d used dozens of times in hotels across the country.
Pressing a blue button now, my personal Dumbledore spoke into the apparently all-powerful remote. His voice came out of hidden speakers in the brightly-lit white room, altered and synthesized so that it sounded like the voice of a classic AI simulation.
“Before you are four doors and one key. The key opens one of the doors and behind that door is your first challenge. Somewhere in the room beyond you will find another key. Do whatever you must to bring the key out of that room and use it to unlock the next door. Only once you have progressed through all four rooms will you be able to unlock and leave through the fifth door. Good luck, escapees and…” the man paused and shot me a significant look. “Have fun!”
He set the remote down as the four beautiful women began to move onscreen. “Enjoy this, Drake,” he said with a gruff laugh. “You are about to have the best day of your life.”
I took a deep breath. This isn’t so bad, I thought. I sipped my beer and leaned forward, watching as my four beautiful friends converged on the pedestal.
Hannah reached the keycard first and snapped it up between her slim fingers. The lightly-freckled brunette examined the slim plastic rectangle before shaking her head.
“No writing or markings,” she declared.
“We’ll just have to try it on doors until it works,” Marcella suggested.
Hannah nodded. “We’ll go around the room clockwise trying doors.”
Eliza nodded briskly, her black hair back in a businesslike ponytail. “It doesn’t sound like we have a time limit, so let’s take our time and be careful.”
Sammy rolled her eyes and followed as the others made their way to the first door.
Hannah swiped the card, and the others held their breath. The blinking red light went from red to green, and there was a click as the door unlocked. Hannah turned the knob and looked over her shoulder. “Ready ladies?” she asked, already taking on the unofficial role of group leader.
Everyone nodded.
Hannah grinned. “Let’s do this.” She pushed the door open with one slender shoulder and the others followed her into the first room.
It was like entering another world. Mist curled around their feet and lush grass carpeted the floor. Overhead, a colorful bird fluttered through the air and somewhere another let out an exotic trill.
“Where are we?” Hannah asked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the suddenly blazing light.
Marcella looked around. “I think it’s meant to be the tropics. Somewhere in South America, most likely.” The caramel-skinned woman sniffed the air. “When I was in Costa Rica the air felt like this. Hot and heavy. Humid.”
Sammy pushed her wavy blonde hair back from her face and pointed. “Over there.”
The other women turned to see what she’d noticed. A strangely out-of-place clothing rack, hung with four matching adventure outfits—complete with boots, shorts and white tank tops.
Suddenly, the AI voice from before addressed them from speakers hidden somewhere in the trees. “In each room you will find a corresponding outfit to match the environment. Wear these outfits for the duration of your time in the room. This is the only way you will be able to receive credit for successfully completing each room’s trial.”
Hannah looked around and then up at the sky, as though trying to locate the voice’s origin. “So we’re just supposed to strip down right now? What about our own clothes?” Her voice was heavy with sarcasm, but Eliza, sweat already beading her forehead in her heavy denim and long sleeves was peeling off her leather jacket.
“I’m sure we’ll get them back later,” the dark-skinned woman said, sighing with relief as the air hit her skin.
“Your clothing will be returned to you at the end of the challenge.” The AI sounded as monotone and robotic as ever. “Good luck, escapees!”
There was silence as the four women looked at each other.
It was Sammy who finally broke it. “I don’t have a problem if you don’t,” she said with a giggle, pulling her top over her head and freeing her buoyant breasts, which tumbled free in a heavy-duty sports bra. She wiggled out of the cutoff jean shorts that barely covered her ass and tossed them on top of her blouse. Clad only in her bra and panties she crossed to the clothing rack and grabbed one of the hangers.
The others hesitated, then started to strip down.
I was in heaven. The four hottest women I knew were taking off their clothes on live video right in front of me. I poured the rest of my beer in my mouth and felt the bubbles tingling down my throat. This is real, Drake, I thought, and I felt my cock beginning to harden in my pants. Holy shit this is fucking real!
“This must be the best job in the world, huh?” I asked with a grin, clinking bottles with my new favorite person.
“Not too shabby, lad,” Crazy Merlin said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Another beer?”
“Sure!” I nodded enthusiastically. I examined my four friends carefully as he stood and went back into the kitchen, enjoying the fact that I could do so completely uninhibited. Of the four, Eliza wore the skimpiest lingerie, a matching bra and panties in purple lace that looked lovely against the backdrop of her dark, supple skin.
I took a quick sip of beer as the girls dressed. On their bodies, the matching outfits were blatantly sexualized parodies of adventuring gear. Their khaki shorts barely covered any ass, and Sammy couldn’t even button her cargo shirt for fear of popping buttons.
Dressed, the women looked to Hannah to take the lead. The spritely brunette sighed, then gestured. “Let’s follow the path,” she said. Together, the four trooped off into the trees.
“This is so stupid,” Hannah complained, tucking her hair behind her ear as the simulated jungle sounds trickled in at the edges of their hearing. “This is an escape room, right? Aren’t we meant to be solving puzzles? Instead we’re traipsing through a fake jungle wearing ‘sexy adventurer’ costumes.”
Eliza grinned. She felt much more comfortable in this outfit and, oddly, a little turned on. She reasoned that it must be the friction of her new shorts as they rubbed between her thighs while she walked. “Chill, girl,” she said with a wink. “This isn’t so—”
“I found something!” Marcella’s call redirected everyone’s attention, and with their eyes they followed her pointing finger.
There was a clearing ahead of them, and in its center a strange rock formation. Walking closer, they could see that it was man-made, a raised platform with crumbling steps leading up to a forbidding looking stone slab.
“Is that…?” Hannah asked skeptically.
“An Aztec sacrificial alter?” Marcella responded. “Looks like it.”
The only things that prevented the site from sending shivers down everyone’s spine were the fluffy pink handcuffs attached to each corner of the altar. Before the stone altar was a four-sided stone pillar, its sides glassy, reflective and black as jet.
“Obsidian,” Hannah said matter-of-factly, and Marcella nodded.
“I think it’s all meant to be Aztec-themed,” the woman agreed, her Spanish accent coloring her words.
“What’s that on the sides?” Eliza asked, stepping forward. “It looks like they’re handprints!”
Sammy shook out her long blonde hair and entered the clearing behind the others. “So what’s the puzzle?” she demanded. “Aren’t we supposed to solve something?”
Hannah stepped closer to the pillar, examining it carefully without touching it. “My guess is that we have to activate this pillar somehow and we’ll figure it out from there.”
Eliza nodded, understanding. “There are four of us and four handprints in the stone. We all put a hand in and it’ll turn on or something.”
Getting a go-ahead nod from Hannah, the four women each chose a side of the pillar and raised their hands. Carefully, each placed her palm and splayed fingers on stone, matching the handprint that seemed chiseled into the rock. Instantly, the jungle sounds around them ceased, and an electric whine filled the air. Beneath each woman’s palm, the obsidian handprint began to glow a fiery blue.
Gandalf the Grizzled glanced at me. “Choose one,” he said simply.
I grinned. I was beginning to get the idea. I carefully scrutinized the four gorgeous women—as though I hadn’t surreptitiously checked them out a thousand times already.
“Sammy,” I said. Beautiful, busty, blonde and occasionally-ditzy Sammy. I wasn’t sure what I was picking her for, but I knew that I wanted her as much as I wanted any of them.
The man smiled back. “The blonde it is.” He pressed several keys on his remote, and beneath everyone’s palm but Sammy’s the blue light flickered and died.
“Now, watch…”
I leaned in, and watched closely.
“Did everyone’s light turn off?” Eliza asked, looking around at the others.
“Not mine…” Sammy responded, her voice hesitant from the other side of the pillar.
“Don’t move!” Hannah commanded as she and the other two women circled around to where Sammy stood, her hand still pressed to the cool obsidian.
Then, as they all watched, words appeared in the obsidian, glowing blue from within. The stone requires a sacrifice. The sacrifice has been chosen.
“The hell does that mean?” Eliza asked, a furrow appearing in her brow.
Everyone looked at the altar with its fuzzy pink cuffs.
Samantha giggled, feeling a pleasant buzz of electricity passing through her palm where it pressed to the stone and down her body. The almost unnoticeable zap zap zap was zinging through her and tingling in the most pleasurable ways. “Guys,” she said, almost rolling her eyes back as another jolt ran down her body. She could feel her nipples hardening against the khaki cargo shirt. “Handcuffs are sooo hot…”
“No way,” Marcella said, rolling her eyes.
Hannah shrugged. Her eyes were a little unfocused as she gazed past the altar into some distant mental space. “The rock is saying what to do. This is the puzzle.”
Eliza was still struggling with the inexplicable heat building up in her core. She rubbed her hands together nervously, wetting her lips.
“What’s happening?” I asked as the women came to a decision. This is unreal. “None of them seems able to focus or think rationally. What on earth makes them think they should handcuff Sammy to a stone altar in the middle of the jungle?”
“The ambient sounds they’ve been listening to,” the wizardly man replied. His tone suggested he was absolutely loving every second of this. “They’re loaded with subliminal messages suggesting arousal, submission and obedience.”
I whistled softly. This is right out of a fantasy.
“And the mist they’re inhaling contains pheromones that stimulate arousal and submissiveness. The linings of their new clothes are also coated with a chemical called Evolve. It alters their hormonal chemistry to make them more relaxed and compliant.” The man winked. “It’s all very scientific.”
I shook my head. This is fucking unreal.
Sammy didn’t struggle as the other three strapped her down to the stone with the pink cuffs. By now her nipples were clearly poking through the fabric of her shirt and she was rubbing her thighs together wantonly.
The others didn’t notice, their own brains also beginning to fog over and lose focus.
Stepping back, the three escapees waited. On the stone, Sammy wiggled a little and smiled.
“Guys, this is so comfy,” she enthused.
“Is something supposed to—?” Marcella started to ask, when a rumbling sound split the air. The altar began to move, suddenly, and then the rock beneath the altar split and the stone, with Sammy still cuffed to it, lowered itself beneath the floor. Before anyone could react, the floor rumbled closed once again. In the place of the altar there was only a small black keycard.
“Woah…” Eliza murmured. She felt like she should be more worried but it was really hard to get riled up when she felt so relaxed.
“Next room?” Hannah asked.
Marcella stared hard at the ground, then wondered why she was so worried. There was no problem. It was all part of the challenge. All part of the escape room.
Sammy let the relaxing strobes wash over her in the dark. The curvy blonde didn’t close her eyes—why would she do that when she wanted to see more of the pretty lights? She realized that she wasn’t wearing her shirt anymore, and the cuffs on her ankles and wrists suddenly snapped open all at once. Somewhere in the dark there was music, a lovely, relaxing sound that made her want to…
She bit her lip and grinned naughtily as her fingers slid up her skin, up the warm mound of her breast. She opened her mouth in an O of pleasure as one set of fingers tweaked a nipple and the other set slid beneath her shorts in a slow circle around her clit.
She realized there was a scent in the air, hanging on the mist, and it made her stomach clench and knot in the most delicious ways as she slid a finger inside herself. “Mmmm,” she moaned, suddenly wishing there was something else to fill her. Her fingers couldn’t satisfy her, she realized. But something else could…
Sammy looked into the flashing lights and slowly began to understand what was going on. There was a picture being flashed. It was a man, someone she had known a long time ago… Drake…? She smiled. No… Master. She understood now. She was being told things. It was all part of the game.
Sammy crawled towards me on her hands and knees.
She had discarded her shirt somewhere in the five minute gap between the altar disappearing into the floor and a door opening in the wall of my viewing room. In the intervening time, I had watched as my three remaining friends struggled to find their way back through the jungle to the six-sided room, their brains seeming more and more sluggish by the minute. Now, my attention was fully focused on the gorgeous blonde goddess who had dropped to her knees the moment she’d seen me.
This can’t really be… She looked like Sammy, to be sure, but her eyes were blazing with a fire that no woman had ever turned my way before. No…
Sammy reached my feet and knelt there, gorgeous blue eyes upturned and burning into mine. Her tongue traced her lips delicately as though to draw attention to the full, pink wetness of them.
“Please, Master,” she purred, her fingers delicately framing my rock hard cock as they traced up my inner thighs. “Let me take you in my mouth and show you what a good girl I can be?”
I moaned, unable to respond as my hands clenched into fists.
“Go on, lad,” came a cackling voice behind me. “Tell the woman what you want.”
Without looking over my shoulder, I snapped back, “Get the hell out of my fantasy, Crazy Merlin.”
There was a chuckle and the sound of a door closing as my host left the room.
Sammy bit her lip and her eyes gleamed wickedly. “I’ll take that as a yes, Master…” Her pink fingernails clinked against my buckle as she undid my belt and drew aside several layers of irritating cloth. My entire length sprang free at attention and I was almost unable to control myself when I saw the fire of lust and desire in Sammy’s eyes.
Whatever had happened to my friend, the old Sammy was gone. I think I’m in love with the new model, I thought. Then, all thoughts left my head as this beautiful bimbo goddess lowered her mouth and closed her lips around the head of my cock.
I was in heaven. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, was the stream of consciousness running through my mind. Sammy’s hot, willing mouth slid up and down in a steady rhythm, and almost without thinking my fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her.
“Deeper,” I commanded.
She moaned at my order as though it gave her physical pleasure to hear, and then my cock disappeared down her throat like it was the simplest thing in the world. I felt my body clench as a wave of electric bliss washed down my body and I felt harder than I ever had in my life.
Sammy pulled back. Slowly, agonizingly, with her eyes staring adoringly up into mine, she licked up my shaft, one hand disappearing between her thighs.
“Are you turned on?” I gasped as her other hand stroked up and down my length, staring into her burning blue eyes.
“Mmhmm,” my bimbo goddess moaned around my cock as she engulfed it once again, her body shuddering as she crested.
“Does it turn you on to serve? To submit?” I had never spoken to a woman like this before, had never imagined that I could. “To obey…?”
Her eyes were wide as the shuddering grew more powerful. She’s actually getting off on this, I realized with shock. She nodded, begging me to continue. I gasped as her speed increased.
“On top of me,” I ordered, and she pulled back with one last agonizingly sweet motion.
Then, she stood gracefully, shimmying her khaki shorts down off of her long, slim legs. Her startlingly blue eyes never left mine as she kicked the shorts to the side and straddled me, burying my face in her glorious globes. I let myself close my eyes and my mouth find one of her nipples as my fingers caressed up her smooth skin to her hip.
“That’s so good, Master…” she sighed, and I looked up to see her eyes roll back with pleasure. My hand moved up to cup her tits and tighten around her nipples. She gasped and came right there, her body clenching and shuddering against mine.
Her eyes opened with a look of wonder. “No one has ever made me feel so good…” she moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders as she trailed kisses down my chin and neck.
“I’m going to make it even better,” I promised, not sure where all my confidence was coming from but knowing I was about to rock her world.
Sammy slowly lowered herself onto me and we groaned in unison at the experience. Then, in one motion, I lifted my hips and slammed inside of her.
Sammy’s back arched like a bow, reacting to my length like she’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. “Oh, Master!” she cried. “Oh my goddddd you feel so good…”
My friend’s tight, hot walls gripped me like a glove as I drove upward once again into her core. I had never felt so in control, so overwhelmed with power, and I loved it. I wanted to own her body, to control it utterly and completely, to make my will her only desire and my every movement an act of god.
In minutes Sammy’s fingernails were clawing at my back and shoulders. She ripped my shirt over my head and threw it aside, her mouth descending to mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that was fire and lightning and sparks, her hands on my shoulders and mine massaging her voluptuous ass as she rode my rod like a rollercoaster. My cock was a weapon of molten pleasure, driving her over the edge again and again as she continued to urge me on.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, I thought. I was getting closer to the edge and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.
“Fuck me, Master,” my perfect, bimbofied friend moaned. “Fill me up with your cum. Own me. Own my pussy. Own my whole bodyyyyyy!” She trailed off in a wordless moan of pleasure as her words drove us both over the edge.
Holy shit, I thought as I erupted. Then, my mind was blank as I spurted over and over, coating her walls with my seed. I came like it was a work of art, like it was a marathon and not a sprint. Probably more than I had ever come in my life.
Sammy murmured soothing words of submission in my ear as she collapsed on top of me, finally spent. Over Sammy’s slumped shoulders, I could see that Hannah, Marcella and Eliza were approaching the exit to the jungle room.
“You all done in there?” The voice of the escape room curator came in, muffled by a partially-closed door.
Fuck it, I decided. He’s seen worse. “Come on in, you bastard!” I called over my shoulder with a laugh.
I heard the squeak of hinges, and the tall, bearded man bustled in. He whistled as he passed behind Sammy, eyeing her up and down. He settled on the couch nearby and leaned over to offer me a fist bump.
I rolled my eyes, but then bumped him back with a grin.
“A fine young woman,” he told me with a wink. Then, he turned back to the video screen with a sigh of satisfaction, taking a deep pull on his latest beer.
On screen, my three remaining fucktoys… ahem, friends… were just entering the six-doored room. I shook my head as I caught myself thinking of my longtime companions in such obscene terms. You’re one fucked up dude, I told myself. Then, as I felt Sammy stir in my lap—and I felt my cock stir in response—I smiled a massive smile that split my face ear to ear. And I fucking love it.
“Yo, Dumbledore,” I said. “Be a bro and grab me another beer? Then use that remote of yours. I have three more lovely ladies on hold and we don’t want to keep them waiting.”
Mad Merlin nodded. “Now you’re getting into the spirit of things, lad.” He slid a cooler out from under the couch, popped it open and handed me a cold one. We clinked bottles, then he pressed the blue button on his remote and his synthesized AI voice boomed out in the room of doors.
My three bimbos-to-be looked up with eyes glazed from pheromones and subliminal conditioning to listen, and I admired the way their khaki adventure uniforms clung to their gorgeous frames.
“Escapees! You have successfully overcome the first challenge. Three more remain before you will have successfully completed today’s escape room. Be ready, because each challenge is more confusing than the last.”
I felt Sammy’s lips on my neck as the figures on the screen moved toward the next door.
“Happy Birthday me,” I said softly. I took a sip.