Escape Room — Room 3: Marcella
“Is there something in this beer?” I asked, chuckling, as my dick rose to attention for what felt like the dozenth time in only a few hours. On either side of me, Eliza and Sammy’s eyes were glued to my crotch. Sammy’s busty body wriggled up closer on my right, her hand slipping down my bare chest.
Crazy Merlin snorted as he tipped back his own cold brew. “Might be, lad,” he told me, glancing over with a wink. His bushy white eyebrows waggled.
I shook my head. Unbelievable. I eyed the white-bearded man, Eliza’s milk-chocolate hand sliding along my left thigh. I could feel the buzz from the alcohol I’d been consuming all morning, and my tongue was well-loosened. “You are one crazy dude, you know that?” I sucked in a breath through my teeth as Sammy’s hand wrapped around my re-inflated length and Eliza’s fingers began to fondle my balls. “After what I’ve seen today I wouldn’t doubt that you’d slip me something in my drink that could make my dick do fucking backflips.” And for some reason, I don’t think I mind. That old man could have slipped me whatever drug he wanted. He’d been instrumental in orchestrating the best day of my entire life. Today was my birthday, and somehow my insane, spur-of-the-moment decision to spend most of my life savings on an escape room that supposedly turned any woman into a brainwashed sexual submissive was paying off.
CM’s beaky nose dipped up and down as he laughed. “I would only drug you for your own benefit,” he chortled. “You paid me a pretty penny, my boy. Customer satisfaction is my greatest delight.”
On the huge HD screen, Hannah and Marcella were preparing to enter their third room of the escape room challenge. If everything goes according to pattern, I thought excitedly, one of them is soon to be the third member of my little posse…
Marcella was mostly naked, her tiny white bikini bottom the only fabric covering her entire stunning body — expanses of smooth caramel skin, just begging for my mouth and hands, and breasts that I wanted to bury my face in. Hannah, hair pulled back, was wearing only slightly more. The bikini top she wore only emphasized her pointy nipples, erect with her obvious arousal.
“Well…” I said, looking around in an exaggerated way. “Consider me pretty well satisfied.” While I was distracted, Sammy’s lips closed around the head of my dick and I gasped involuntarily. “Holy shit…” Eliza’s tongue lapped at my shaft as my personal blonde bombshell lavished attention on the tip. I could hardly think straight as her cheeks hollowed and her tongue coaxed my length to grow even harder. My two bimbo playthings seemed unable to focus on anything for long without my cock stuffed in one of their holes.
My brow furrowed with the effort of my concentration. Too many things at once. I wanted to enjoy watching Marcella and Hannah coming under my control, but I was getting overwhelmed with stimuli. I didn’t know what to do. I had two gorgeous women in my lap begging for me to do whatever I wanted with them, two more on the way — or so I hoped — and at the end of the day… I only have one penis.
“Hey, Merlin,” I said, a random idea sparking in my brain. “How would you like to give a friend a helping hand? To help with customer satisfaction and all…” I trailed off as Sammy suddenly took me all the way into her throat in one smooth swallow. My legs clenched up and I gritted my teeth as I swore, “Holy fuck that’s good…”
CM scratched his bald pate and looked my way. I could tell from the way his gaze darted to my lap that he was enjoying the view, and there was an obvious tent in his khaki slacks. “What’re you proposing, my boy?” he asked, eyes glittering.
I shrugged nonchalantly. “I seem to have more women over here than I can handle right now. How would you feel if I lent you one?”
My wizardly friend seemed taken aback. “I’ve had quite a few clients, lad,” he said after a moment of reflection. “And not one of them has offered to share their bounty with me.”
I shrugged, trying to act humble while I received the greatest blowjob of my life from two of my gorgeous best friends. “What can I say?” I finally responded. “I’m a good guy, deep down.” When I’m not paying to bimbofy my four closest friends and brainwash them into sexual submission. “Is that a yes?”
Crazy Merlin was already undoing his belt. “Fuck yes, my boy,” he said with gusto. He winked. “And I will tell you now, your generosity will not be forgotten.” With that cryptic statement, he unzipped his trousers and took out his — Oh my god…
Merlin’s magic wand was more like a magic staff; thick, rigid and upright. I chuckled. “Jesus Christ, CM,” I said. I never felt the need to explain my internal nickname to the escape room’s operator, and for his part he hadn’t yet asked. We just seemed to have some sort of strange understanding. “Didn’t know you were hiding a python in your pants.”
The bearded man snorted good-naturedly. On screen, the girls dazedly approached the next door.
“Eliza?” At the sound of my voice, my newest plaything glanced up attentively.
“Yes, Master?” Her tone was docile and submissive, and I could see in her eyes that she wanted nothing more than to please me.
I fucking love that look. I nodded towards Merlin. “Why don’t you go help my friend there deal with his little problem?” This was a test, I realized, as much as it was a chance for me to focus my attention into fewer directions. How far did my control over Eliza and Sammy extend?
Eliza glanced over at the older man, her eyes honing in on his rigid pole. While I could tell her eyes weren’t burning with the special lust they had when they looked at me, her tongue darted out and wet her lips hungrily at the sight of the other man’s huge cock. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
On her hands and knees, Eliza slunk towards the older man like a lithe jungle cat. Even as Sammy’s perfect lips massaged my shaft, I couldn’t keep my eyes from my dusky-skinned slave. Sammy moaned, feeling me growing harder in her throat as I imagined kneeling behind Eliza and thrusting deep into her pink folds.
At CM’s feet, Eliza shook her dark waterfall of hair over her shoulders and gazed up at him. Then, she kissed up his leg and inner thigh.
I wondered if I should feel anything. Embarrassment at watching another man getting his dick sucked, maybe? Or even jealousy that my woman was being used by someone else? Oh, fuck… My train of thought derailed as Sammy swirled her tongue around the tip of my length and let her long nails trail lightly down my tight stomach. It was hard to be jealous when you have a gorgeous blonde goddess kneeling at your feet, hot mouth slurping up and down your entire cock and moaning as though she couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure than pleasuring you. So instead of feeling anything I just watched with fascination as Eliza’s tongue licked up Crazy Merlin’s prick and then the woman lowered her mouth over the top. It looked like she could barely wrap her lips all the way around his girth, and for once I was actually grateful that my own member was fairly average. But Eliza gamely began to ease her way down onto him, sliding his length inch by inch into her throat.
Almost immediately, CM hissed through his beard with bliss. His foreign accent became more pronounced as he muttered, “Jesus Christ that’s good…” Then, he blinked and took a deep breath. He ran a hand through Eliza’s thick mane and grinned over at me. “Ready for the next room, lad?” he asked.
“Fuck yea!” I grinned back at my new comrade. Time to make all my birthday wishes come true.
Marcella watched as Hannah swiped the silver keycard on the next door and the light in its center turned green. The door slid open, but the room on the other side was dark — making it difficult to see what might be beyond. Not that Marcella minded. She could hardly focus on anything but the muscles smoothly rippling beneath the skin of Hannah’s back, her tight ass bouncing as she strode forward confidently and the curve of her legs as they moved with easy grace. Marcella’s skin felt hot, and there was a wetness between her legs that wasn’t only due to the fact that in the last room she’d been forced to dive into a swimming pool. Still, she resisted the urge to reach up and play with the erect nipples at the peak of her substantial breasts. “Get ahold of yourself, chica,” the Latina goddess muttered, shaking her head. Her dark hair brushed down her back and gave her shivers. She followed Hannah into the room behind the door.
Immediately, the entrance slid closed and after a moment of pitch blackness a red light seemed to grow into being around them. A soft, pulsing music began to play, like the sounds of a nightclub pounding in the background.
The AI that had been instructing them throughout the day came on over a sound system that must have been hidden in the shadows. The voice interwove with the music in a strangely hypnotic way. “Girls…” it said, it’s synthetic tone somehow slightly out of breath. “You have reached the penultimate challenge. But before you may continue… You know what to do.”
Marcella nodded slowly, feeling like she was moving through honey, and looked around. “We can only complete the challenge in the right outfit…” she muttered, her exotic accent even more sensual as she dragged out every syllable. The tawny-skinned woman wondered why everything seemed so slow and hot… Then her eyes lit on the attire for this particular chamber.
Hannah protested momentarily as she also realized what they were intended to wear. “What…?” she gaped. “There’s no fucking way…” But Marcella just nodded, accepting it.
Two pairs of bikini bottoms had been laid out on a nearby rack, the material a shimmery gold with chains of dangling sequins trailing downward. A matching bangle for the arm was hanging from the rack next to each piece. That was it.
Marcella bent over, her curvy body on display more sexually than any stripper as she shimmied out of her tiny white bikini bottom and kicked it aside thoughtlessly. The Latina bombshell knew, somehow, that she was getting herself ready for someone, and the idea excited her, but her mind was too foggy to worry about details. Then, she crossed to the rack. It’s like Slave Leia in Star Wars, she thought, examining the bronze-colored thong more closely. She felt an inexplicable shiver of lust run through her as the word ‘slave’ flicked across her consciousness.
“No…” Hannah muttered, though her feet seemed to walk her after Marcella without her consent. “It’s… degrading…”
Marcella simply reached out and let her fingers brush across the strands of sequins, enjoying the sensation across her fingertips. The dance club music pounded in the background, making any attempt at thinking difficult. “Mmm,” she answered simply, slipping her outfit off the stand and then onto her body. She affixed the bangle to her upper arm, then winced as she felt a slight prick. Must have… pinched the skin… she thought, feeling slightly dizzy for a moment. The chemical that had just been injected into her arm by the needle on the inside of the bangle rushed through her system. Marcella’s ruby lips opened wide in a silent ‘O’ of pleasure as she felt her pussy light on fire with need.
She turned to Hannah, practically ready to smother the slim brunette in ardent kisses, but froze as she watched the woman strip, her dancer’s body pale and intimate in the red glow. The other woman winced as she slipped on the bangle, then gasped like Marcella had. The sight of her friend’s mouth, open wide and panting with pleasure and need, blanked the Latina beauty’s mind of everything but one thought. I want you… Marcella realized, surprising herself momentarily. Then her imagination brushed past her final flickering walls of logic and willpower and a rush of images invaded her mind.
Hannah, her lips tasting of vanilla and strawberries, pressing up against Marcella’s body with her own, begging for everything the Latina had to offer.
Bronze fingers on white skin in red light, fingers slipping into dark places and causing moans of ecstasy.
Marcella, tongue lapping between Hannah’s thighs, gripping her hips tight as the other woman screamed and climaxed…
She shook her head as the AI voice came on again, momentarily drowning out her daydream. “The object of this game, girls, is simple…” the AI gasped something that sounded strangely like holyfuckthatsthespot then continued. “Whoever cums first… loses.”
Marcella smiled, then. A sensual, model-perfect smile. Marcella had been with women before — at parties, at clubs and a brief fling with Eliza when the two women had first met; a fling the two had never mentioned to anyone. The Latin beauty could tell that Hannah, for perhaps first time in the day, felt uncertain and out of control. She bit her lip with anticipation. “Don’t worry, baby,” she purred, taking a confident stride towards the other woman. “Let me show you what to do…”
Hannah froze, a deer in the headlights, as Marcella, overcome by the buildup of lust and arousal, slid her hands easily around her waist and pulled her close. Marcella’s lips dipped towards Hannah’s and the slim brunette couldn’t help it… she tilted her mouth and leaned in.
“Wow…” My whisper was reverent and awestruck as on the screen, in high-definition, two of the hottest women I’d ever seen made out like pornstars. On the massive TV, two glowing bars started to rise vertically on either side of the two women.
“What are those?” I asked excitedly, the video game nerd I thought I’d buried in college springing to life.
Merlin grunted, his hips moving fractionally as he slid himself centimeters deeper into Eliza’s willing mouth. “Status bars.” His voice was husky. “The armbands monitor pulse, breath-rate and other measures to calculate how aroused each woman is…” He sighed with satisfaction as Eliza’s hand wrapped around his thick pole. “…becoming.”
My eyes were wide as saucers as I watched, entranced by the spectacle. Sammy lay by my side, momentarily satisfied as she stretched out with her head in my lap — practically purring as she lazily sucked my sticky seed from her fingers. I was not ready for what came next.
The darker-skinned woman pushed the lighter one up against the wall as their mouths met in a desperate kiss…
Marcella pinned her counterpart’s hands above her head as her busty body writhed against Hannah’s, all thoughts and desires blocked from her mind but one — need. She no longer cared if she won or lost some silly game. The basest of animal urges drove her onward, her tongue exploring the depths of Hannah’s mouth as the white woman melted in her arms.
Marcella’s fingers trailed down Hannah’s skin, the in-control corporate woman completely lost in the sensations of the moment, giving herself over to her more experienced friend. Tanned fingers slipped down the curve of Hannah’s hip, then up her thigh, Marcella’s thumb slipping down to circle around —
Hannah gasped as the other woman slid a finger across her clit, her body lighting up like a firework. Then, Marcella slipped two fingers inside of her, Hannah’s dripping pussy making it all too easy for the Latina’s probing digits. Hannah gasped and lurched forward, her arms wrapping around Marcella’s neck as her mouth desperately covered her friend’s in kisses.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” she groaned over and over into Marcella’s mouth as she felt her inner walls being stroked and massaged expertly. Hannah lifted one leg and wrapped it around her friend’s waist, urging Marcella’s fingers even deeper.
The two women, locked together, were lit up by the red light emanating from the walls around them. Unconsciously, they moved in time with the pulsing music as it drew them deeper and deeper out of their own control.
I watched, stunned, as Hannah writhed and panted, her back pressed to a wall and Marcella’s gorgeous body pinning her there. Crazily, however, it was Marcella’s arousal bar that rose faster, moving from green to yellow as it pushed upwards. Then, Marcella’s bar spiked as Hannah pushed her back and dropped to her knees. The paler woman pulled down the bronze thong and stared, hypnotized, at the Latina’s smooth pussy, completely shaved and glistening with wetness. Then, she wrapped her friend’s hips in her arms and gripped her round ass, pulling her closer. Hannah’s pink tongue darted between her lips as she leaned forward and tasted Marcella’s juices.
The busty, tawny-skinned woman moaned audibly and her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh my fucking gawddddd,” she murmured, and her sexy voice pinged a jolt of passionate desire straight to my cock. I felt the blood rushing below my waist, my limp member starting to swell.
Sammy’s hooded gaze roamed lazily over, and she bit her lip as she watched me slowly rise.
On screen, the two arousal bars rose steadily and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was entertaining harem member three. I can’t wait…
Hannah threw Marcella’s leg over one slim shoulder and dove deeper, her tongue dipping between the Latina’s folds.
“Where did you—” Marcella interrupted herself to groan and lean down onto Hannah’s shoulder with one hand to steady herself. “… learn to do thissss?” Her words broke off again as breath whistled through her lips in a gasping hiss.
Hannah’s tongue flicked across her clit and then the brunette leaned back and glanced up. Her sultry smile was almost cocky now that she felt back in control, though her eyes were a little glazed as her mind was bombarded by a thousand sensations and subliminal messages encoded in the pulsing electronic beats. “I’m not always doing work research on my computer, you know,” she murmured. “Sometimes I do… other research.”
She leaned forward to continue but Marcella unhooked her leg and stepped back with wobbly knees. She looked around, and as though her unspoken wish had been granted, a red velvet curtain nearby slid back to reveal a huge canopied bed. Marcella grabbed Hannah by the wrist and pulled her to her feet, practically dragging her across the floor and flinging the slighter woman down onto the mattress.
The Latin goddess dove on top of her, her mouth capturing the other woman’s and driving her down into the pillows. Then, she spun, straddling the woman’s face with her knees and pushing apart Hannah’s legs. She ripped the tiny sequined bottoms off and then she bent down and tasted Hannah for the first time. The white woman’s back arched like a bow as electric ecstasy shot through her. Marcella’s experienced tongue swirled expertly around and across her clit before sliding across her slick entrance.
In response, Hannah lifted her head and began to lap once more at her friend’s pussy. Marcella channeled the rising wave of pleasure within her into a vigorous assault on Hannah’s delicate rose, and her lover broke off her own task to shudder and groan in bliss.
One atop the other, the two beauties 69’d; darkly tanned Latin skin and paler white gliding across one another on a sheen of sweat. The music wrapped around them like a blanket as their naked bodies undulated in the red, strip-club light and their every movement was filmed for the pleasure of their future master.
I was rock hard but forced myself to ignore Sammy as the blonde’s hand began to slowly stroke up and down my shaft. It seemed as though I hardly had to rise to attention before my gorgeous bimbo goddess was devoting all of her focus to getting me off.
I may actually have to work with her on that. The thought surprised me. I didn’t expect myself to grow tired of constant sex so quickly.
To my right I could hear Crazy Merlin’s breath coming more quickly as he approached his own climax. Eliza’s lips were still sealed tightly around his massive prick and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily.
Well, alright… I couldn’t get tired of constant sex with these beauties. I shivered as Sammy’s tongue licked up my length. But I will need to leave bed occasionally…
I glanced over again as I heard a grunt and an, “Oh hell yes,” in Merlin’s distinctive accent. The cords of the older man’s neck were standing out as he gritted his teeth and came like a fire hose, gripping Eliza by her long, lustrous hair and keeping her in place.
The dark-skinned woman’s body rippled in an orgasm of her own, whatever conditioning she’d been given tipping her over the edge as she brought pleasure to her man. She struggled gamely to swallow all of CM’s massive load, her fingers tense against his legs, but then she coughed and pulled back, cum dribbling between her lips as she was overloaded.
My white-bearded host sighed with contentment and leaned back in his chair, his body sagging like he’d just run a marathon.
On screen, Hannah and Marcella continued to 69, their arousal bars kicking up from yellow to orange at a rapid clip. I knew it wouldn’t be long now before my next bimbofied slutdoll was on her hands and knees on the carpet, taking my entire length deep into her core. My own thoughts surprised me. Is there something wrong with me? I’d never even thought such degrading or objectifying thoughts in the past. But then a small, sly smile twitched across my mouth. Power corrupts, I thought. And I don’t mind the power.
Marcella shuddered and came, her hips locking as her legs clenched around Hannah’s head in a mind-warping orgasm.
On Drake’s screen, her arousal bar shot from orange to red as she collapsed onto the bed in a spasming heap of sex-drunk flesh.
Her body shook as she buried her mouth in the downy comforter to keep from screaming. The busty woman panted as she slowly came down, her eyes readjusting to the light after the blinding pleasure she’d just experienced.
“Well done.” Even the AI seemed impressed with the strength of Marcella’s climax. “Marcella, you will exit the escape room immediately. Hannah, you will recover and move on to the next challenge.”
Marcella raised her head to look around blearily, but Hannah barely stirred. Her body was still overwhelmed from the sensations she’d just experienced — and the fact that she had not yet been allowed release was fogging over her mind completely.
On the far wall beyond the huge bed, a door slid open, and Marcella somehow knew that it was through that door that she needed to go. She stood shakily, and a final aftershock tremored through her as she did. She swayed against one of the dark wooden bedposts, shaking her head. Then, she walked drunkenly through the doorway, the entrance sliding shut behind her.
Immediately, in the pitch darkness, lights began to strobe all around her, blinding and mesmerizing at the same time. Marcella couldn’t close her eyes as she stared around at them wonderingly. The lights flashed and the music from the club began to sound again, only now the lights helped Marcella hear the words that ran beneath the beat. Docile. Obedient. Mindless. Thoughtless. She shivered with pleasure as she was bathed in a whole new identity, feeling her old mind being wiped away and a new one rewritten its place. Good… she realized with one of her last freely willed thoughts. I will be perfect for Master.
The sexy Latina paused, and almost asked herself who ‘Master’ was. But then her mind went blank and she realized that the lights were flashing her images of him, and it was someone she already knew…
Marcella breathed deeply, her massive breasts heaving with pent up lust. One orgasm had hardly been enough to whet her hunger, and now she knew what she needed to do. What she needed to be.
Obedient. Mindless. Thoughtless. Submissive…
Hannah lay panting on the bed, barely having moved since Marcella had climaxed and then obeyed CM’s command to exit the escape room. Her slim figure was stretched in a salacious pose, her legs still spread and her hands running through her hair as she struggled to breathe normally. I could only imagine the overpowering sensations crashing through her body. Her arousal bar was so deep in the orange that any more stimulation would send her over the edge, but it seemed that she could barely put together the scattered pieces of her mind well enough to do it for herself.
Then again, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Marcella was on her way, and if her entrance was anything like Eliza’ and Sammy’s had been… Well, I as in for a treat. I looked toward the door where the other two women had entered, and at that moment it slid open.
I swear my jaw hit the floor. Holy shit…
Marcella was entirely naked, like she had been on screen, but even the high-definition megascreen couldn’t have captured how stunning she was in person. Her tits looked even larger now that she was wearing nothing to cover them, gravity-defying orbs that begged to be suckled and played with. Her erect nipples begged for my lips, and even across the room I could practically feel the heat radiating out from her needy pussy.
“Master…” her voice was dazed but incredibly sexy as her eyes locked on mine.
I could barely speak as I stood, slipping out of Sammy’s mouth with a wet pop.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Crazy Merlin said with a soft chuckle, but I barely noticed as he quietly slipped behind me with a naughty grin and, presumably, into another room. He wasn’t my focus.
“Hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice low, a growl that was in equal measures command and lust.
Marcella dropped, obeying instantly, her eyes fixating now on my swaying cock as I strode purposively across the room. I passed Eliza, eyes still glazed over from the extended attentions she’d paid Crazy M, but hardly flickered a glance towards my second beautiful bimbo. All my focus was on Marcella, her luscious body just begging to be taken. I felt a sensation of almost-aggressive dominance descending over me as I walked past my newest conquest, trailing a finger along her back so that she arched her spine and whined with lust.
I knelt behind her and lined up my cock, the head nestling between between her outermost folds.
She literally mewed with desire, trying to lean back onto me, but my hands firmly gripped her hips and held her in place.
“What do you say?” I demanded, my voice low, husky and intense. I’d never felt like this before, not even with Sammy and Eliza. I felt no hesitation now. There was no tiny voice questioning my power, questioning whether I was doing the right thing. I felt… In control. And I loved it.
“Please, Master,” she begged, panting. Her voice was the ultimate aphrodisiac, throaty and exotic, completely submissive. “Fuck me. I’m yours. Only yours. Only you can do this to me…”
I cut her off by thrusting powerfully into her, my body tightening as I forced myself deep into her core. The walls of her pussy clenched me tightly, milking me with every thrust and begging me to fill her up with my cum. Her gasping voice was music to my ears, every movement cutting her off as she told me over and over everything I wanted to hear. “Yes, Master! Fuck my tight little Latina pussy… Make me cum all over your big, hard cock over and over and overrrrrr…” I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.
Everything faded out in the background: sounds seemed to float to my ears from a distance, my body seemed to move in slow motion and even the sensation of my entire length sheathing itself in Marcella’s womb seemed muted. My mind drifted, then came into focus.
I opened my eyes to an incredible sensation, pillowy lips wrapped around my cock and a tongue lavishing it with attention. A dark-haired head bobbed up and down between my legs, which were still tangled in white bedsheets, and I could tell from the chocolate hands caressing my thighs that it was Eliza. Her throat was a volcano, hot and perfect as my dark-skinned sex goddess impaled her mouth on my already-erect length.
Closer up, Sammy’s hands caressed my chest and massaged my muscles awake, kissing my shoulder and up my neck to nibble along my jawline. I turned in bed and kissed her, her lips melting against mine as she moaned and her hands tightened on my shoulders.
I grinned into the kiss. This is the life.
There was a soft knock at the bedroom door, which then opened before I had time to worry that someone was about to walk in on me fucking two gorgeous, naked women. It was Hannah, and her voice was light and easy as she crossed to the bed. “Marcella’s making breakfast, Master,” she murmured, joining Eliza between my feet. Eliza slurped up my length and then off with a salacious grin, turning to make out with her fellow slave. Hannah returned the kiss vigorously, but her hands found another object for her attention. She broke off the kiss as she felt my cock twitch against her palm, the sight of my two beautiful sextoys making out hot and heavy one of the most incredible turn-ons. “My turn…” she murmured, hazel eyes twinkling with mischievous desire as she bent her head and flicked her tongue across the tip…
My eyes snapped open for real and I gasped as all the sensations I’d been blocking out roared back into my body all at once. My hips sped up and I speared into Marcella as my fantasy life rolled like a film across the movie screen of my mind. Everything is somehow falling into place, I thought. Who knew that would ever be possible?
Marcella came again, her body writhing beneath my hands as I pulled out and tipped her over onto her back. Her hair spilled across the carpet, dark and thick and luxuriant. I lifted her feet over my shoulders and thrust myself all the way to the hilt in the darkly tanned beauty. Her mouth opened in an ‘O’ of ecstasy that made me wish I had another cock to bury between her perfect, sculpted lips.
“Yesss…” she panted. “Yes! Yes! Yes, Masterrr…”
My eyes flickered across the room to where Sammy and Eliza were keeping their respectful, obedient distance… but eyeing us hungrily. I grinned. The more the merrier. “Get over here, you two,” I ordered, and two matching smiles lit up their angelic faces.
“Sammy, I want you to say hello to our dear friend,” I told my ravishing blonde as she knelt by Marcella’s head.
“And Eliza…” as my dusky, alluring toy moved to the Latina’s other side, “… light her body on fire.”
My two gorgeous submissives bent their heads, Sammy’s lips covering Marcella’s and capturing her moans of bliss while Eliza’s wrapped lightly around one nipple and sucked teasingly. I couldn’t believe how hot this was. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined something like this ever happening to an average guy like me. This was…
Sex and a show, a new voice in my head told me cockily. I bared my teeth in a grin as I gripped Marcella’s thighs and plunged deep once again. I liked that new voice. My inner dom, I thought. Or something like that…
Marcella’s body, taking in an overwhelming amount of stimuli, was drawing more and more taut — like a rubber band about to snap.
This ought to be good, my inner dom commented salaciously. I rammed myself forward, letting myself go completely. I embodied an entirely new role. I was no longer Friend-Zone Drake. I wasn’t even Conflicted Drake, like I now realized I’d been with Eliza and Sammy. Drake the Dominant… I didn’t mind the sound of that. I didn’t mind at all.
I drove my cock fully inside of Marcella’s body, her dripping entrance lubricating my thrust. I did it like I owned her, like her body was mine to do with whatever I wanted. “Who do you belong to?” I growled, letting the new part of me take over and enjoying ever minute of it.
Three heads looked up, locking on to my eyes as three panting, sex-blasted voices moaned, “I belong to you, Master…”
Marcella came suddenly, the rubber band that was her body snapping under the tension. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry and her body bent almost in half as she arched upwards. I didn’t slow as wave after wave crashed over her like a tsunami until I finally shoved my cock deep into her and blasted out an orgasm of my own. My cock spasmed and twitched, the air catching in my throat as my chest heaved and I felt like I’d never cum so hard in my life. Strand after strand of hot, sticky seed splashed out, painting her inner walls, until I finally slid out and gasped a single, final breath.
We all four collapsed onto the carpet in a heap of sweaty limbs and long, tangled hair and smooth, kissable skin. Beside me, Marcella’s body was still shivering with aftershocks and I could hear that she was whispering a phrase over and over in her exhausted, sexy voice. “Obedience is pleasure… obedience is pleasure… obedience is pleasure…”
Just hearing those muttered words made me want to roll over and take her again, but even my inner dom knew that my physical body had its limits. For once today, my deflated cock didn’t immediately spring back to life, and my new persona nodded knowingly. Gotta save yourself for the final act, he told me. I thought back over the daydream that had gripped me as I’d made Marcella my own. Then, so tired I felt barely able to lift my head, I glanced over at the megascreen that dominated the nearby wall. On it, Hannah was only just beginning to stir and awaken from whatever almost-but-not-quite orgasmed state she’d been in. That particular fantasy won’t be feasible until after the last room is finally complete.
Somewhere on the other side of my room, a door opened and shut.
“What do we have here?” asked Crazy Merlin’s voice, jovial and eccentric as always.
I coughed out a laugh and lolled my head over to try and look in his direction.
“Sexy, sexy sex,” I muttered, smiling up and him from my position on the floor.
Crazy M laughed, a booming sound that, along with his long white beard and slight paunch, made him look like a slim Father Christmas. “Don’t wear yourself out too much, lad,” he told me, a meaty hand reaching down and helping me to my feet. “You still have another round to go.”
I shuffled over to the couch and collapsed back onto the cushions, my sweaty back sticking to the leather.
On screen, it looked like Hannah was having just as difficult a time as I was — standing and swaying slightly by the huge bed in the third chamber of the escape room. She looked around and the camera caught her expression. The organized, in-control brunette had lost most of her self-assurance. What was left was a dazed expression with flickering desire around the edges. I could sense it, even through the screen, in the way her hands trembled, her thighs clamped together and her nipples stayed pointy and erect.
I want you, my inner dom told her. I want you to make my fantasy complete. I want you to be mine, mind and body…
Hannah shuffled towards the entrance to the dark room and I glanced over at Crazy Merlin. “Well…” I told him, and I took a deep breath to prepare myself. “How about another cold one and we finish this thing.”
My friend grinned and waggled his escape room remote lewdly. “Couldn’t think of a better idea myself, my boy. I couldn’t indeed.”