Mindtrap Manor
Chapter 2: Keys to Success
From the mind of Lisa Teez
Nervously, the three young adults stepped through the door that they had chosen with Stew leading the way. What they found awaiting them was a long corridor with doors on either side.
“Should we go forward?” Colleen asked.
Stew looked back at the others. “I don’t see as how we have a choice.”
“We could go back there,” Megan suggested, “and we could go where the other guys go.”
“We could, but there’s no guarantee that their way is the right way,” Stew said, “and besides, the voice was very clear. Five doors and five groups. I don’t think the house would like it if we broke the house rules.”
“But—”
“I say we move forward,” said Stew. “I’m not sure we have any choice.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
The three people stepped into the corridor. Megan rushed forward and grabbed the knob on the first door. She tried to turn it but the knob would not open.
“It’s not opening.”
It was Colleen’s turn next. She rushed to the next door and once more, she tried opening it, and like her sister, she was rebuffed. “It won’t open,” she told the others.
“I suspect we’ll find that a lot,” the man said.
Colleen turned to face the man. “Why,” she asked suspiciously. “What do you know?”
“Know,” the man said. “I know nothing except what the voice said. The voice said there is a way out but I’m not foolish enough to believe what the voice said.”
“What do you mean? Do you mean there’s not a way out?”
“I didn’t say that. I suspect there is a way out. I just don’t think the voice was being entirely honest. It’s always possible that going through any of these doors is the wrong thing to do.”
“Then we should go back,” Megan cried.
“I don’t think we can,” said the man but already Megan was running back through the door they had entered.
She grabbed the handle and she pulled. “It’s locked.”
“Told ya.”
“All right Mr. Know-it-all, what do we do next?”
“We go forward, because it’s the only thing we can do.”
The trio moved forward checking door after door after door. They were getting to the end of the hall and so far not one of the doors had opened. “I’ll bet the only open door is the one at the end,” the man grumbled.
“You think?” Colleen asked sarcastically.
Three more doors and so far not a one of them had been unlocked.
“What if none of them is unlocked,” Megan cried.
“Oh, I’m sure one of them is unlocked.”
“Yeah, but what if they’re not.”
“Then we’ll deal with that when we come to it,” Stew said, “but I’m sure we’ll find one door that’s unlocked.”
Megan tried the next door and once more, that door was locked.
Colleen tried the next one, and like all the ones before it, that one was locked as well. That left one remaining door. Stew stepped forward and put a hand on the knob and without any other comment, he turned the knob and the door opened.
Inside the door, there were a set of stone steps that led up. Megan took one look at the steps and then turned back to the others. “I thought we wanted out of here,” she said.
“We do,” said Stew.
“These steps are going up,” she said.
“Yeah, so?”
“So I thought we wanted out.”
“We do, but how do you know that going up isn’t the way out?”
“We ... we ... I mean ... going up ... that doesn’t make any sense?”
“How do you know?”
“I ... I ... I mean, well, how do you know?”
Stew shrugged. “I don’t know but as far as I can tell, this is the only choice we’ve got so I say we take it.”
The two sisters looked at one another and then they looked back at the man. “What do you think?” Megan asked.
Colleen shrugged. “I think it’s like he said. I think we don’t have any choice. I think we go up.”
“Okay, but I think he should go first,” Megan said, “just in case we need protection.”
“You want me to go first,” Stew said. “That’s fine with me.”
The young people started to climb. One story, it seemed and then two and still they climbed.
“How far up are we supposed to go,” Megan grumbled.
“We go as far as it takes, Stew said and then, “there’s some light up above.”
“Finally,” Colleen said.
“Yeah, finally,” her sister agreed.
The trio emerged into an enclosed pool area. The light they’d seen was moonlight coming in through skylights and it gave the area an almost eerie glow. Marble statues lined the pool on either side and it wasn’t until one took a second or even a third look that one realized all the manner of debauchery depicted in the stonework and it was all so lifelike, almost as if actual people had been trapped there in stone. Girls with perpetually hard nipples and rounded breasts, and guys with cocks that were ever hard and ever ready.
The water was clear and the pool looked well maintained, as if it were ready for guests, and yet walking through the area, one had the feeling that no one had been there in a very long time.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
Stew looked at the younger sister. “I think we need to look for a way out,” he said, “something like that.”
He was pointing to the other end of the pool where there were five doors. Each had a number on the door from one through five. “I hazard to guess that at least one of those will take us where we want to go.”
As the trio got closer to the doors, they spied a table and on the table, there was a glass bowl, and in the bowl, there were five keys, each one numbered one through five just like the doors and on the table there was a sign for them to read:
Five keys you see here before you, Only one of which each one may choose, Be careful though in what you do, And with these hints, decide which key to use
All five will enhance your sex drive, Four will make you a whore forever more, Three will make you the sluttiest slut you’d ever be, Two will make you do it the way the rabbits do, But only One will set you free
All must choose or all will lose
Choose Now!
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Megan asked.
“It’s a puzzle,” the man said. “We have to figure it out.”
“But there’s no solution,” the older sister said. “The first line says ‘All five.’ That means we’re screwed no matter which one we take.”
“And if four of them make you a whore, and three make you a slut, then there has to be some overlap, right?”
“It could be like you add them up,” Megan suggested. “Four of them turns you into a whore and one sets you free. Three of them turns you into a slut, that kind of thing.”
“Yeah, but which is which.”
“I wonder,” the man said.
“You wonder what?”
“Well, if four of them turn you into a whore, that’s a girl thing, so I’m wondering if any of this applies to me.”
“What? You think you’re immune or something?” Colleen shot back angrily.
“I didn’t say that. I just said it doesn’t seem to apply to me.”
“What? You never heard of a gigolo before?”
“Well yeah.”
“So don’t get so high and mighty or you might end up servicing our clits.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Sure you didn’t, bud. You just keep telling yourself that, but me and Megan, we know better. Isn’t that right, Megan?”
“I guess.”
The man tried to placate the older sister. “Look, babe—”
“Don’t call me, babe. My name’s Colleen.”
“Look, Colleen. We’re not going to get out of here if we don’t work together.”
“Maybe, but I don’t like your attitude. I don’t like you talking about how it’s our problem.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“No you didn’t.”
The three young people were startled to hear the Vincent Price voice once more.
“All must choose or all will lose, But I haven’t got all day, Find the key that you will use, And find the path you choose today”
“You have only two minutes left to choose,” the voice said, and with that, a clock appeared over the glass bowl.
“Look, I’m sorry,” the man said, “but we got to work together.”
Colleen backed down. “I’m sorry, too. I just didn’t like the way you were starting to talk as if this was only our problem.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well, all right then. I guess I’m just nervous, you know.”
“Totally understandable,” the man said.
“One minute, thirty seconds,” announced the Vincent Price voice.
Colleen flinched at that. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know about you,” the man said, “but I’m going to take key number 5.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Just a hunch.”
“You know something,” Colleen said, her voice once more betraying her suspicions of the man.
“I don’t know anything,” the man said. “I’m just playing a hunch.”
“Yeah right.”
“One minute,” the Vincent Price voice announced.
Colleen jumped and then she looked at her sister. “What are we going to do,” she said.
“We got to do something,” Megan said. “Remember what the voice said. All must choose or all will lose. That means we have to pick something.”
“Yeah, I know, but we got four choices and I have no idea which one is right.”
“That makes two of us.”
“You have thirty seconds,” announced Vincent Price.
Colleen jumped again and then she grabbed the number three key. “I’ll take this one.”
“Why?”
Colleen wasn’t about to tell her sister the true reason which was simply that she didn’t trust the man, not completely, but she didn’t distrust him either, so she didn’t want to be standing beside him when the time came, but she didn’t want to be standing that far away either.
Megan knew her sister well enough to know she wasn’t going to get an answer, so suddenly, it was up to her to make her choice. She looked at the remaining keys. One, two or four. She wanted to be with her sister so it was two or four, but which one should she take?
“Screw it,” Megan said. “I’m taking two,” she said even as she grabbed the keys labeled 1 and 2.
“Taking two is not allowed,” the voice boomed. “You have one minute to return one of the keys to the bowl.”
“Fuck it,” Megan said. “We can do this. Colleen, grab the other key.”
“You have 45 seconds to comply. Do what you are told or all will suffer.”
“Meg, I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“Why not? It’s perfect.”
“You have 30 seconds to comply.”
“Megan, do what your sister says,” Stew said.
“Why? What’s it to you?”
“You have 15 seconds to comply.”
“Megan, come on. Don’t be foolish.”
“I’m not being foolish,” the younger sister said. “I’m being smart.”
“Time has elapsed. Punishment will now be meted out.”
The three of them looked at one another, wondering what was going to happen next, but they would soon find that they didn’t have long to wait.
The water in the pool began to bubble and then it began to roil. The pool was giving off a vapor that was growing thicker by the moment.
“What’s happening?” Megan cried out.
“You stupid girl,” Stew said.
“You should have put the second key back,” Colleen said reprovingly.
The vapor was so dense now that Colleen was almost out of sight and Stew was already hidden from sight.
And then Megan felt it. She was alone in the fog and she could feel it. She knew she was clothed but she could feel something else as well. It was almost as if her clothes weren’t even there. Hands stroked her breasts even as someone’s lips played with her lips and she could feel something else.
It was yet another set of hands between her legs. She was still wearing her jeans and she was still wearing her panties but that didn’t matter. She could feel those fingers. She could feel them stroking her pussy and then she could feel those fingers sliding between her lips. She couldn’t help but moan, but she was just so fucking wet.
And that wasn’t all she felt. There was a pair of hands on her ass and then someone was sliding fingers between her cheeks and she could feel those fingers sliding in between her cheeks and those fingers were getting closer to her tightest hole.
“Megan!”
That was Colleen’s cry coming out of the fog but she sounded so far away and those fingers on her ass were getting so close, and already, oh geez, already, the fingers between her lips were probing her pussy.
“You will surrender,” a voice inside her head said. “You will surrender the second key or you will surrender the fates of you and your friends, but you will surrender.”
Megan couldn’t help but moan. She could feel a finger being pushed up inside her wet, little pussy and it felt so good.
“You will surrender,” the voice said. “You will surrender now.”
Megan moaned again. That finger between her legs felt so good except it wasn’t just a finger anymore. It was getting bigger and fatter, and ... and she didn’t want it to go away.
But Megan knew what the choice was. She had to surrender.
“Megan,” came the frantic cry from her sister.
She didn’t want to surrender and yet she did. It would feel so good to surrender. It would feel so good to give herself up.
“Megan!”
Her hand opened and one of the keys slipped free and almost as quickly as it had come up, the fog receded.
Megan looked at the others and one look was all it took to tell that both of them had been just as affected as she had. Already, she could feel sanity returning to her but there was still the memory of what she’d felt, the memory of those fingers between her legs, and the memory of that one finger, the one in her pussy that had been growing thicker and fatter by the moment.
“Are you ... are you guys all right?” Megan asked, and the other two nodded.
“I guess ... I guess we better not do that again.”
“Yeah,” her sister agreed.
“All right,” said Stew, “has everyone got a key, a single key?”
Colleen nodded and Megan looked down. She was still holding the number two key and the number one key ... that was weird, but the number one key was back in the bowl.
“Everyone got their door?” Stew asked.
Again, the two girls nodded. The five doors were spaced with enough distance in between them so that standing in front of one door you couldn’t reach out and touch even the person standing in front of the next door. They were on their own, the three adults realized. They were totally and completely on their own.
“All right then. Let’s do this together on the count of three. Are you ready?”
Again, the girls nodded. “All right then. One ... Two ... Three.”
Three keys were inserted in the locks and three keys turned, and each of them grabbed a knob and pulled.
“No!”
That was the cry from Megan because what she was staring at was a brick wall, a brick wall with one word painted on it, and that word was “bunny.”
“It’s not fair,” the girl cried out. “I don’t want to be here. I want to leave.”
Colleen knew exactly what her sister was talking about. After all, she was standing there looking at a brick wall in front of her, too, only her wall said something different. Her wall said “slut.”
For his part, Stew took a step forward and he put a hand out but the brick wall in front of him was just as substantial as it looked. His wall had no words painted on it.
“It must be one of the other keys,” Megan said. “Let’s use them,” but this time, when everyone looked at where the keys had been, the big glass bowl was still where it had been before, but the bowl was now empty.
“Your choice has been made,” said the disembodied voice. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“No,” Megan cried out. “No, I want to go. I don’t want to be here.”
But if the voice was listening, it said nothing.
Colleen wasn’t saying anything either. She was still staring at that word in front of her. Slut. Somehow, that just sounded so right. God, she needed a cock. Or a cunt. Or maybe both, but definitely a cock. She needed it bad. Having a cock, mmm, having a cock just seemed so right, and as much as she loved her sister, her sister didn’t have a cock. That honor belonged to the man on her right.
Stew was still staring at the wall. He hadn’t looked at the others. He hadn’t looked at their walls, but somehow he knew. There should be something there. The way it was now, it just seemed so ... empty, like him.
Someone was touching him on his arm. He turned and looked. It was ... it was a girl, but he couldn’t remember her name. What was her name?
“Do you want to fuck?” the girl asked.
Stew was still trying to figure out how to answer that when the girl let her hand slide down the front of his pants. “What do we have here?” the girl asked. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want to fuck.”
If she said so, Stew supposed. If she said so, it must be true because he was having trouble enough putting even one coherent thought together. If she thought they should fuck, then they should probably fuck.
“I want to fuck,” Colleen said and her hand rubbed the front of the man’s pants. “Come on,” she pleaded. “I want to fuck. Come on. Let’s fuck.”
Colleen wasn’t about to wait for an answer. She simply unbuckled the man’s belt and then she reached inside his pants. “Come on,” she said again. “I want to fuck.”
The man groaned but the girl already had his cock out.
She was stroking his cock even as she positioned herself on the concrete deck and spread her legs for the man. “Come on,” she said again. “I want to fuck.”
Megan stood there watching what her sister was doing and while it was certain that she’d never seen her sister act that way before, there was one thought that kept running through her head. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. She needed it more than Colleen did so why did Colleen get to get the man’s cock. It just wasn’t fair.
But Colleen didn’t care if something was fair or not. All she cared about was getting a cock between her lips and she couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man slide his cock between her legs. “Oh yeah,” she moaned even as her hands pulled her top up and she unhooked her bra. “Oh yeah,” she moaned as her hands played with her tits. “Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. You know what a slut like me needs.”
“I want some too,” Megan moaned.
Colleen paid her sister no attention. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez, yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.”
Megan pulled her skirt up and she rubbed a finger against her panties and she moaned again. That felt good, she told herself, but she had a need and a finger just wasn’t going to do.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” the older sister moaned. She was oblivious to the needs and wants of her sister. It was all about what she wanted and what she wanted was a cock.
Stew had given up thinking and it seemed as if the less he thought, the bigger his cock got.
“Come on,” Megan pouted. “I need some too.”
But Colleen wasn’t about to give the man up. “Oh yeah,” she moaned with every inward stroke. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”
“Come on, guys,” Megan pleaded. “I need some too.”
“Oh fuck yeah, baby,” Colleen moaned. “Oh fuck. Give your little slut what she needs. Come on, baby. Make me cum.”
Mindlessly, the man pounded his cock into her.
“Oh fuck,” Colleen moaned again. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking slut. Come on. Fuck me.”
The man growled. It wasn’t like there was all that much of his mind left anyway. He only existed for one thing. He only existed to make little pussies cum. That, and to get his cock off. He loved it when he did that.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Colleen moaned. “Oh fuck. Don’t make me wait. I need it now. Make me cum.”
The man groaned as his cock surged and suddenly he was doing it. He was filling that tight little cunt all full of cum. It was his only purpose in life. He existed to fuck hot, little pussies and really, nothing else mattered.
“No fair,” Megan whimpered off to the side, her finger still pressing her sodden panties against her desperate pussy. “I wanted some, too.”
The man groaned as he pulled his still dripping and still hard cock from Megan’s sister’s pussy. “Are you telling me you want some of this?” the man growled.
Megan couldn’t help but stare at that cock lustfully. “Yes,” she gushed. “Yes, I want it. I need it.”
“Then get down there next to your sister and let me fuck you,” the man said.
Megan looked at her sister and instinctively, she knew something was wrong and almost as quickly, she knew what it was. She didn’t have a cock and she needed it bad. She got down on her hands and knees and she offered herself up to the man. “I want you to do me like this. I want you to fuck me like the bunnies do.”
The man groaned even as he moved in behind her and then he was jamming his cock in her pussy. “I’ll fuck you whatever way you want to get it,” the man told her.
“Oh yeah,” Megan moaned. “Oh yeah.” He hadn’t taken care of her need. Not yet, he hadn’t but—
“You like this,” the man groaned. “You like it when I fuck you like this.”
“Of course, she likes it,” Colleen said. “She’s my sister.”
Megan wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything but as long as she continued to get a cock between her legs, she wasn’t about to argue.
“She’s my sister and sister’s share everything. Isn’t that right?”
That wasn’t all that true, Megan thought. After all, just moments before, her sister hadn’t been all that ready to share when she was getting the cock instead, but then she wasn’t about to argue the point, not when this man was fucking her from behind.
“Come on,” Colleen urged the man. “My sister’s a good, little slut. Fuck her.”
Megan groaned. “That wasn’t right,” she wanted to say. She wasn’t a slut. That wasn’t why she needed what she needed.
“Hey, sis!”
Megan moaned as she looked up.
“You ever licked a pussy before?”
“I ... no.”
“You haven’t?! No time like the present to start then, is there?”
“No. I need—”
“What you need,” Colleen told her even as she twisted a hand in her sister’s hair and pulled her head up. “What you need is to listen to your older sister. I asked you a question. “There’s no time like the present, is there?”
Megan couldn’t help but moan as that man fucked her.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” her sister chided her. “You don’t think you’re going to get away that easily, do you? Look at me. Look at my pussy. Do you see how wet I am?”
It was kind of hard to miss, Megan thought.
“I need someone to take care of my pussy. I can’t help it. I just need it, but seeing as how you’re hogging all the cock around here, I think you need to do it.”
What was she saying, Megan wondered.
“Come on. Lick my pussy.”
Megan shook her head.
“Don’t tell me no. Lick my pussy.”
Again, Megan shook her head.
“Lick my pussy,” Colleen said, “or I’ll tell mom what you and Jimmy Rutherford did in our basement.”
“You ... you ... you said you wouldn’t,” Megan gasped.
“Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t, but it all depends on how much you’re willing to give me what I need. Now I’m not going to repeat it again. Lick my pussy.”
Megan didn’t want to but she knew what she needed. She needed to get fucked. She needed to feel the man’s sperm in her ripe and ready womb. But she didn’t want her sister to tell on her ...
Colleen moaned as she felt that tongue, tentative at first but growing stronger. “Oh yeah. That’s what I need.”
Megan didn’t care if this was what Colleen needed. She knew what it was she needed.
Colleen laid down in front of her sister and she spread her legs and she loved the way her sister’s tongue followed her pussy down without even being told what to do. “You like this,” she told her sister. “I know you do. You like this.”
She didn’t like it, Megan thought. She didn’t. Well, maybe a little. After all, her sister could be so bossy, sometimes. It was nice every once in a while to show her older sister that Colleen wasn’t always the boss, and it was nice to see her sister squirm.
And she was definitely squirming now. “Oh yeah,” she begged. “Oh yeah. Oh God. Lick me.”
Yes, this was good, Megan told herself. She liked this. She liked making Colleen squirm.
“Oh God,” her sister moaned. “Oh God. Lick me. Oh God. Do it. Oh God. Make me cum.”
Her older sister wasn’t so tough now, Megan thought even as her tongue worked her sister’s clit. No, she definitely wasn’t so tough. Not anymore.
Colleen gasped and then she groaned as her pussy gave in to that tongue. “Oh yeah,” she groaned as her pussy continued to cum, her body squirming on the deck of the pool. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Make me cum. Oh geez. Make me cum.”
She was certainly doing that, Megan wanted to say. She was certainly doing that and for once in her life, her sister had absolutely nothing to say and that was just the way Megan liked it.
But there was still that cock, fucking her from behind. She pulled her mouth back and then she turned to look back at the man fucking her from behind. “I need ... I need—”
“What do you need?” the man groaned even as his cock continued to pummel her pussy.
“I need,” Megan moaned, but that was as far she could go. “I need ... oh fuck.”
“Yeah, little girl likes this,” the man said as his cock continued to surge. “Little girl likes feeling me cum.”
It wasn’t just what she liked, Megan wanted to tell the man. It was what she needed. Even now, she thought she could feel the man’s sperm traveling deep inside her, traveling up to her ever ready womb. Oh God, she was hoping he was doing it. She was hoping he was giving her what she needed, but just in case, she knew she was going to have to get him to fuck her again and again and again. She needed to do it like the bunnies do.
Colleen cried out in frustration as she saw what her sister was getting. “My turn,” she cried out and then she was pulling herself up and she was perched on her hands and knees right beside her sister. “Come on, baby. I know you want to fuck your little slut. I know you want to give her what she needs.”
Unthinkingly, the man pulled his cock out of Megan’s pussy and he returned it to Colleen’s. His cock was just as hard as it had ever been. This was what he lived for, he told himself. It was the only thing he was good for. He lived to fuck.
From deep inside the house, there was a Vincent Price chuckle. A fuck bunny, a fuck slut, and a mindless fuck toy. Three more down, the voice told itself. Everything was going according to plan.