An Unwilling Guest in the Master's Suite

Ben lay on the king size bed in the master suite on top of the silk sheets in a loose t-shirt and shorts. The suite is large and expansive, with a full tea room and western living room and dining room with kitchenette. Though Ben could hardly stand to be in the tea room, even though the room opened to a gorgeous view of the mountain and there was a warm pot of green tea on the kotatsu. It was because of the statue that took up an inordinate amount of the room.

Ben had looked at it on coming in and had been absorbed in examining it, the details in the minute scale so life-like that it almost looked like the statues could be people painted gold. But no the golden sculpture was gold, and it was obvious from the sheer absurdity of it's pose. A muscular man, no more like a multi-faced god, is in the center of the mass on his knees. A woman is on her knees in front of him, her face against the ground in a pose similar to the one Yua had taken, riding his cock. Two women on either side take his hands within them that jut upwards from where his elbows rest on his hips. Two women surround him standing, two of his three faces planted at their nether lips. Two women are at his back, rubbing their breasts along his back, and two almost seem to float above, their hands on their breasts as they do nothing more than kiss the top of his head. In all, it almost looks like a mandala, like a circle of female flesh around a male core. And the face of the man is a look of confidence, cool and impassive, as though this is just his natural state of being, as women fall like water around him.

Something about the statue is almost bewitching, and even now, Ben thinks about it. He had ate dinner, having to go through the tea room to get to the more western style accommodations, and it had almost felt like the eyes had followed him. He had found that a meal was waiting for him, a platter of sushi freshly prepared, as though some unseen servant had scurried in. But it was probably magic. It was so unnerving, knowing that magic was real, and that such conveniences could simply be expected. It felt like he'd have a huge bill at the end of all this, like in the end, he'd have to find some negative at the end of this waiting for him.

Ben had done something dumb at dinner, he reflected as he lay in his bed. He drank heavily, when he saw the countless varieties of **** that lay in the fridge. He had hoped that it would send him to sleep early. That he'd pass out and wake up in the morning, hopefully in his own bed after waking up from this dream or nightmare, or whatever one could call this.

But of course, magic is magic. So despite the fact that he felt he drank enough to put down a small elephant, he found himself a couple of hours later, dreadfully awake. And though he wasn't a hard drinker in the real world, far less drunk than he felt he should've been, he knew. He'd tried quite a few shots of the various wines and spirits, but now he felt like he was 3 beers in, at best. Which left the dreadful conclusion. He wasn't drunk because his captor didn't want him too drunk. They didn't want him passed out. Because it was 10 o' clock. And while a bit of **** could tame inhibition, a lot would give whiskey dick. And that was unacceptable.

As he stared at the small swinging cat clock shaped like a maneki-neko shift to 10, he wondered if maybe their magic had finally exhausted. No, Ashley had probably resisted. It was only a matter of time. He could only hope that whatever punishment they had lined up for her wouldn't interrupt his sleep too much. Would he have to spank her or ground her or whatever?

He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep. But as he tried to calm his mind, in the stillness, the eyes of the statue returned to the blankness of his mind, looking at him, staring at him, like some dark buddha of sexual conquest, a being in a state of unrivaled carnal control. His face impassive in a sea of moaning female features that almost seemed like a tide under his sway, a gravity all are trapped in...

He was shocked as he heard the bedroom door open, sitting up in shock. He saw her then.

Ashley stood in the doorway, the light in the bedroom still on, revealing her in all of her glory. She was in a transparent cream camisole with no bra and only a cream colored thong hugging her hips. Her giant DDD breasts lay trapped in the sheer material that did little to hide them, revealing light pink nipples atop beautiful globes. She is wearing nothing else. Except a look of disgust.

"I didn't choose to wear this, I tried to stay in my room. But when 10 came, my body stood up, and walked over to a room near here. I stripped in there and got dressed in this. I guess at the very least it could have been worse. My hands brushed aside some really disgusting shit."

The moment is broken. As Ben had looked at the beauty, his dick had started to rise, but now he found his arousal waning. She wasn't here to have sex. If anything, he felt lucky that she hadn't rushed in and beat the shit out of him. Her hands have also moved to cover herself, one over her breasts and the other over her thighs.

"Yeah, I saw that. Technically it's a part of my suite too. I can't imagine that's common, having a sex dungeon as part of your hotel stay." Ben tried to joke, only to have Ashley yell at him.

"Oh, wow, ha ha, very funny. Well now what asshole? Are you going to come over here and **** me?" He looks at her, before falling back onto the bed. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just as much a prisoner here as you. You might think I got drunk to celebrate, but I got drunk to try to avoid this."

"Oh great, well you're drunk, so not only am I a sex toy for a man, I'm a sex toy for some alcoholic." Ben sits back up. "I'm not an alcoholic, it just felt like the one thing I could attempt given my limited means of resistance. Now, are you going to stand there yelling all night, or are you going to leave?"

Ashley grows furious. Her arms swing in impotent rage as she shouts at Ben. "You think I can? Hey dumb ass, I was under that magic body control shit until literally this step. And hey, guess what?" She tries to step out of the door, only for her foot to linger like she is afraid it'll burn her. "Yep, can't step outside either. So, now what?"

"Why are you asking me that, you crazy bitch? You think I can go and beg to Yuki and get you excused with time served? Your body might be great, but you have no fucking brains at all." Ben finally loses it, the **** causing him to grow increasingly unable to control his emotions. "If you can't step out of this room, well I guess you're sleeping here. I won't touch you, but I can imagine you don't believe me. Well, tough shit. Anyways, get under these blankets so I can stop looking at that body of yours. Because I don't want anything to do with you either and the sooner you hide, the easier it becomes to just ignore you."

Ben moves to get under the blanket, trying to get as close to the edge as he can. As he does, he hears Ashley start to move. "So, uh, you won't touch my body, even though I'm super sexy?" Ben doesn't even look at her. "Scout's honor. Though I'm not a scout." He hears her laugh, turning to look at her. For this, he is treated to a view of her large, sexy ass as she sits down, the camisole just a bit too short to contain the massive globes.

"Fine. But no funny business, I'm a light sleeper. And chances are, even if I did sleep on the floor, I'd end up entering your bed with some magic, so hey, at least I know I'll stay far enough away." Ashley enters under the covers, and part of Ben wants to look at her under the blanket. His cock is hard after all. But he resists the urge. "Good night." "Good night." Ashley says this, unsure just what to think.

She had expected something different. If not Ben coming and forcing himself on her, at least him lording it over her. But no, he had acted the gentleman, though also dealt with her barbs. He... wasn't that bad. So as the lights go out, she can't help but think that maybe this could have been much worse.

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