Chapter 4
by 
hemelwijs
What's next?
Billie becomes a player.
Two days later saw Billie at her agent's office. She was sitting in one of the chairs in front of her agent's desk, with the other one being occupied by a lawyer representing the organisers of The Game. She impatiently tapped her foot as she looked at the lawyer as he read through the contract she had completed and signed two days earlier.
She had waited for a bit, in the faint hope that the situation would improve. But it didn't. So here she was, sitting on her free afternoon watching a man old enough to be her father read a contract that basically told them she was okay with becoming their sex **** for the duration of some sick game. Getting bored, she turned her head to look out the window. If she hadn't, she might have seen the lawyer raise an eyebrow as he read through the final page. But she was unaware of his reaction, only turning back to face them when he cleared his throat.
'This looks like everything is in order. Do you wish to make any changes? Because once I sign this, the document becomes complete and legally binding. This is your last chance to change things or back out entirely without repercussions.'
Billie looked at the small stack of papers on her agent's desk and contemplated changing things. After a brief internal struggle, she shook her head.
'No. I have already filled it out how I wanted. And I have already decided I would not back out after I handed it over. So sign it if everything checks out.'
The lawyer shared a brief look with the agent, before reaching into her jacket and taking out an expensive fountain pen. With a flourish of practised penmanship, he signed the blank spot right next to Billie's. Had she looked the contract over carefully, she might have spotted the slight difference between her own handwriting, and the final words written at the end damning her to the worst possible outcome. But now it was too late, with two signatures, the deal was made, and the lawyer folded the contract back into the envelope, before pocketing it in his briefcase. He rose from his seat, and after straightening out his suit, shook the agent's hand, as well as Billie's.
'Well, then Billie, that makes it all official. I advise you to clear out your schedule for at least the coming three weeks. The Game might not run that long, but it is not uncommon for the players to need an extended vacation to recover after participating. A car will come to pick you up tomorrow at noon, and take you to your next destination.'
Billie furred her eyebrows at that.
'I have an appointment with the hairdresser at that time. And I don't think I gave you permission to use my first name.'
The lawyer stopped mid-step towards the door and turned around. And although his tone never shifted from the same casual one he used before, there was a certain sharpness in it that only a lawyer can manage.
'Then I HIGHLY suggest you cancel that appointment or move it to an earlier time, fail to be ready tomorrow at noon, and we will consider it a failure to comply and a breach of contract. And remember, you are now a player. That means we can call you whatever we want. Be glad I only used your first name, as many guests you will encounter will not give you that courtesy.'
Billie was silent for a moment as she took in his words.
'Right. Sorry. I was just caught by surprise as I did not expect to have already been considered a player.'
The lawyer nodded before he turned around and left the office.
The next day, Billie was anxiously waiting for the clock to strike noon. She had packed some things in a bag, which was standing by the door, ready to go. After a gruelling wait, at twelve sharp, her doorbell rang, and Billie rose from the couch. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her bag and opened the front door. Standing just outside was a female driver. her suit was immaculate and perfectly tailored to her form. Billie noticed that it was a nice bland between oozing sexiness and maintaining professionalism. She gave a curt nod and held out her hand to take the bag from Billie.
'Good day, ma'am. I am here to drive you to the airport.'
Billie looked past the woman and saw a classy black car with tinted windows standing in front of her house. She handed the bag to the driver and began to walk towards the car. the woman rushed past her and with practised ease, opened the passenger door for Billie to enter. It didn't take long for them to be on their way, and the drive to the airport was done in silence, leaving Billie to wrestle with her thoughts. Eventually, the car stopped, and the side door opened.
'We're here ma'am. Enjoy your flight.'
The driver closed the door behind Billie, and before she had a chance to thank her, she had already gotten behind the wheel and was slowly driving away. Turning her eyes towards what was in front of her, she steeled herself and began to walk. Standing in front of her, was a fairly large aeroplane. Not as big as a commercial jumbo jet, but most definitely bigger than most private planes she had seen or used. From a glance, she guessed that it could easily carry several dozens of passengers, and she wondered why they would need such a plain. She climbed the stair leading into the plain and was greeted at the door by a stewardess. The woman was dressed in what could only be called a sexed-up version of a traditional stewardess's uniform. For one, the skirt was far too short, stopping just barely under her ass. Secondly, the jacket was such a tight fit that it prominently showcased her ample breasts. With the top button undone, it revealed just the right amount of creamy white skin to entice whoever looked at her. Her flaming red hair was done in a tight ponytail, that was swaying slightly from the wind. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as they looked at Billie, and she bowed slightly in greeting.
'Welcome aboard Ma'am. If you would please follow me, I will take you to your cabin for the duration of the flight.'
Not waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel, (Which was doubly impressive considering she wore high heels), and walked down the nearest corridor. Following behind her, Billie took in the interior, noting how overly expensive everything looked. This was not designed to showcase wealth. This was to show an absurd amount of wealth. Carpeted floors. White wood walls, polished to s sheen. Gold and silver trims where normally aluminium or stainless steel would be used. Everything screamed "money". The stewardess stopped at the last door of the corridor, and after typing in a code, opened the door.
'here you are ma'am. The corner cabin.'
Both women stepped into the cabin, and Billie had to admit, it looked good. A thick red carpet covered the entire floor. A small couch was placed against a wall, with a dark wood coffee table in front of it. In one corner, a small cubical was made from the same white wood panelling she had seen so far, with a single door in it. But what drew her attention were the walls opposite the door, and the one on the left side. instead of the expected wood, it was made of pure black glass. Seeing her curiosity and interest in the walls, the stewardess answered before Billie could ask.
'Those are special glass walls. The plane is divided into two halves, one for passengers like yourself, and the other for special guests who also travel to the event's location. Depending on the passenger's reverence, the glass can be set to opaque, as it is now, to prevent anyone from seeing through it. Or one way in either direction, allowing either the guests or the passenger to look at the other side. or it can be made perfectly clear, it would be as if the walls weren't even there. She walked up to a display set on the wall and began navigating a menu. After finding what she sought, she showed it to Billie. It was a menu to regulate the glass, and it was currently set to "Full privacy mode".
'As you can see, in accommodation with the terms of your contract, your cabin is kept in privacy mode, meaning you can't see out, and no one will be able to see in. I must further inform you that to maintain the privacy of the other passengers, the door will be code locked until our arrival. Please make yourself comfortable, as it will be a multi-hour flight.'
After verifying that there were no questions, the stewardess left, and Billie heard the electronic sound of a lock sliding in place. Looking around, she spotted the cooler on the coffee table and promptly walked over towards it. Looking inside, she saw a small bottle of extremely expensive champagne, and a delicate crystal glass stood next to the cooler, waiting for her to fill it. Which she gladly did.
Outside the cabin, the stewardess was typing on a special console linked directly to the one inside. She opened the glass menu and tapped. With each tap, a different setting appeared on the screen.
"Full privacy. Full transparency. One way see-through; in-out. One way see-through; out in."
She pressed confirm when the last option appeared, and a slight buzzing vibration rippled through the two glass walls. Billie would never know this, but her cabin just became visible to the guests milling around the hallway on the other side. Already, people were approaching the glass to look at the world-renowned singer as she began to fill her glass.
Billie opened her eyes, not remembering ever closing them. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes but found it quite hard to move her arms. After a moment, she realized that her arms were going straight up, and somehow held in place. Looking up, her still somewhat blurry eyes saw that her wrists were encased in leather cuffs. Attached to the cuffs were sturdy chains connected to the ceiling of her cabin. She gave her arms an experimental tug but found them impossible to move. Moving her arms had a different result though, seeing her bare arms told her that the shirt she was wearing was no longer on her. Looking down, in fact, she saw that she was completely naked. Staring down, she saw her famously large breasts exposed. For a moment she panicked before she realized that she had requested full privacy whenever possible. So no one would see her predicament.
As she looked down to further inspect her situation, she noticed that she was kneeling on top of a saddle of some sort. It was wide, spreading her legs almost uncomfortable, and a quick attempt to move her legs told her that they were securely bound to the saddle. The tight feeling around her ankles and calves told her as much. Still, she struggled, she knew this was no doubt part of The Game, and she had little say in what they were doing from now on, but she wouldn't just cooperate with them. As she moved her lower body what little she could, she felt something thick and long filling her pussy. It was such a complete fit, that she had barely noticed it while sitting still, but now that she moved, its presence became hard to ignore. She had little doubt over what exactly it was, and she shuddered at the thought that someone had stripped her of her clothing and put her in this position while she was out. As a final insult, a thin line of saliva spilling from her lips told her that she was also gagged with a full white rubber ball gag. Not that she needed the drool to tell her that, the slight cramp in her jaw was plenty of hints.
For a few minutes, she struggled futilely against the various restraints, until a voice coming from the onboard intercom drew her attention.
'Attention ladies and gentlemen, we are about to prepare for takeoff, please find the nearest seat, and remain seated with your seatbelts on until further notice. Thank you, and enjoy your flight.'
Billie almost laughed at the irony that she already was seated and that she was quite secure, but the plane starting its engines thoroughly threw her off guard. The low rumbling sound of jet engines powering up was not unusual for the superstar, she had travelled by plane plenty of times. What was different this time though, was that the dildo that so efficiently stuffed her pussy, began to vibrate slowly. Nothing serious, but the low hum was just enough to make her worried, as the size of the toy was such that the vibrations reached absolutely every sensitive spot of her pussy. She couldn't stop the soft moan, as it felt quite pleasant.
There was a low rumble and she was briefly jostled as the plane began to move towards the takeoff position. The completeness of her position made it so that even the slight jostle did nothing but make her sway the smallest of bits. But as the plane sped up, Billie, to her horror, felt the vibrations increase. From the low, pleasant hum, it slowly build up stronger and stronger as the plane continued to increase in speed. Little did Billie know, but the intensity of the Sybian, was directly linked to the RPMs of the engines. So as the engines continued to increase their power to enable the plane to take off, so to did the vibrations increase in intensity.
Billie's soft moans rapidly became louder and mixed with grunts as the growing intensity stimulated every part of her pussy. It wasn't long until she felt the pleasure rise beyond the bearable part, and the first signs of an approaching orgasm were upon her. She struggled and pulled on her restraints, all in an attempt to escape the inevitable. But she could not, they had secured her too well for that. So instead of getting off the Sybian, she was getting off. Arching her back as the pleasure reached its peak, she let out a muffled scream as the first orgasm tore through her bound body.
She twitched and spasmed as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her panting with exhaustion. It was only as her mind began to clear from the orgasm-induced haze that she realized her predicament. The plane was still accelerating as it climbed higher and higher, and the vibrations continued to increase in strength. Despite just having an orgasm, she already felt the next one starting to build. As the second orgasm ripped through her young body, she recalled the stewardess mentioning it to be a multi-hour flight. Despair filled her eyes as she understood the seriousness of the situation she found herself in. Unable to get away from the endless stimulation and **** to cum over and over. Even as the plane levelled out at cruising altitude, the slight reduction in power from the engines did little to comfort her. It was still far too powerful for her to resist. And as the next orgasm began to build, she comforted herself with the knowledge that no one would see her ordeal.
If only she knew that on the other side, more than a few guests were all eagerly watching her predicament with rapt attention.
Billie never noticed that behind her the door to her cabin opened. She was so out of it from the multitude of orgasms she was **** to endure that she had lost all semblance of situational awareness. It wasn't until the Sybian fell silent that she realized a change. The sudden and instant absence of vibrations caused her to stop her continual moans and screams and caused her body to relax, making her hang limply from the chains.
Breathing heavily, she suddenly tensed as two arms wrapped around her waist, and a soft body was pressed against her back. She felt the soft swell of a pair of breasts press firmly against her and tried to pull away. She was in no way against lesbians, but it just wasn't her thing.
'Aww, don't be like that. I'm here to give you some much-needed care. After all, it just wouldn't do if you faint before we reach our destination.'
The voice of the same stewardess that guided her here came from just behind her, and she had little doubt that it was her that was snuggly hugging her from behind. But it didn't stay with just a hug. After a moment, her hands began to wander across her body. The redhead had amazingly soft hands, and the gentle touch of her fingers soothed Billie's exhausted muscles. For a moment, she relaxed, allowing the other woman to work her magic on her. When fingers began to graze the undersides of her breasts though, she instinctively tried to jerk away. The tightness of her restraints made that a futile action, and she could do nothing but endure it as the stewardess began to run her hands all over Billie's breasts. To her shame though, the attention was not entirely unpleasant, and as she continued to massage her breasts and nipples, Billie felt the weariness of her body slowly give way to the familiar tingle of pleasure. Before she could stop herself, she had already pushed her chest out, pressing her heavy breasts firmly against the wandering hands of the woman behind her.
'There we go. I knew you would come around to me eventually. Don't fight it, sweetie, it's going to happen regardless, so you might as well enjoy it.'
And enjoy it Billie did. For a long time, she relished in the other woman's attentions as her entire body was expertly massaged. With each passing moment, the weariness of her muscles became less, and the sensual warmth became more. When her soft fingers began to caress her overworked slit though, she jerked violently. In part because her pussy and clit were just that sensitive after all the stimulation, and partly because this was a whole different thing than getting a massage from a woman. But the stewardess did not stop, on the contrary, she only intensified her actions, making Billie squirm and twitch as her clit was expertly teased. It wasn't long until the attention became too much for the young singer, and she was seconds away from having her first orgasm with another woman.
'That's it, sweetie. Let it happen. Don't fight the inevitable. Your time with me can be the best moment of this flight.'
And Billie did. Despite her personal feelings, she stopped fighting the other woman's actions and allowed her to take her all the way towards release. And what a release it was. Unlike the mechanical orgasms **** upon her by the Sybian, this one was far more intense. The slower buildup resulted in a stronger orgasm, one she felt ripple through every fibre of her body. If this is what it feels like to be with a woman, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. As she came down from her latest orgasm, she felt the arms leave her, and the comfortable warmth against her back pulled away as well.
'Well, that's all the time we have for now. But don't you worry, I'll be back before you know it. But until then.'
Billie heard some movement behind her, and as sudden as it stopped, the Sybian sprang back to life, assaulting her pussy with all the intensity that it had before. She jerked violently, and the chains snapped tight as her arms pulled against them. She never heard the door open and close behind her, already lost in the sensations of another orgasm.
She had no idea how much time had passed since she woke up. There was no clock that she could see, her cabin had no windows, and the glass walls were pitch black to accommodate her request for total privacy. her only way of telling time was when the stewardess would enter and turn off the Sybian. She found herself looking forward to those moments, and each time, she became less hesitant about her actions. When the woman pressed her lips against Billie's neck and began to slowly kiss her, she moaned softly. When her lips found Billie's, she offered no resistance as they locked, and for the first time in her life, Billie was passionately kissing another woman. Another time, the woman stood in front of her. With the way she was positioned, it had her face perfectly at the same height as the redhead's pussy. Billie could smell the husky aroma coming from between the other woman's legs, they were that close to each other. But instead of having her eat out her pussy, as Billie surely guessed, she instead grabbed her hands and guided them towards the stewardess's breasts. Her hands turned out to be the perfect height as well, to the point that she briefly wondered if this was intentional. But thoughts were a difficult thing for Billie. Having her hands pressed against the other woman's breasts, she closed them before she could stop herself. Her sexed-up mind was completely taking over her actions, and before she could fully process it, she was already enthusiastically playing with another woman's breasts.
The eating out of her pussy did come to pass. Though that was a bit later. At one point, the stewardess removed the gag and held a bottle of ice-cold water in front of Billie. She eagerly drank the entire bottle in one go, feeling quite parched from her ordeal so far. After she was finished, she was presented with a cleanly shaved slit, only a small patch of fuzzy red hair told her whose pussy this was. her face was pulled forward, and she had her first taste of another's pussy. She hesitantly extended her tongue and gave a probing lick. One became two. And three. Before she fully gave in to her curiosity. A curiosity that had not existed when she woke up that morning. When a sweet taste filled her mouth and covered her tongue, she knew she had made the other woman cum, and her reward was a searing deep kiss that lasted far longer than any other she had before.
But all things must come to an end. And after she had been left alone with nothing but the powerful Sybian to keep her company, the plane made a subtle shift. The intercom instructed people to once again take their seats, before going into a slow descent. With a justle, the plane landed, and as it slowed down to a slower taxiing speed, the Sybian powered down as well, giving her battered pussy a much-needed rest. When the plane stopped, and the Sybian fell fully silent, she finally had time to come down from her orgasmic flight. She had experienced more orgasms in that time, than her whole young life combined, and those breaks with the stewardess would stay with her for a long time. Fully feeling the exhaustion hit after everything, she slowly slipped into a deep slumber.
Billie once again opened her eyes, only to this time find herself laying in what had to be the softest bed in the world. The mattress felt like she was laying on clouds, and the pillows were the softest she had ever felt. She stretched her arms, working out the kinks of sleep, being very happy to not be tied up this time. She gave the room a once over, quickly taking in the ludicrously expensive decor. Thick, soft carpet covered the floor. Wooden panelling covered the walls floor to ceiling. And the bed itself was a king-sized four-poster bed, with the satin drapes pulled open. As she got up, the thick soft bedsheet fell down, revealing that she was still very much naked, though at this point, that hardly surprised her. Getting out of bed, she took a few hesitant steps, noting how her legs were quite sore from her ordeal on the plain.
Thinking of what happened made her blush slightly. The things they had done to her. The things SHE had done. She had never once considered herself to be remotely interested in doing something with another girl. But after this, she might have to give it another thought later on. She looked around once again, and this time, noticed two doors on opposite ends of the room. She opened one and found herself in a bathroom that could be described in one word as; opulent.
A white marble floor. Shiny, multi-coloured tiles lined the walls, mosaicked in shapes representing various aquatic creatures. A big shower cabin with multiple high-pressure jets offering a full body massage. A sink with what looked like gold or silver-lined plumbing. And the absolute centrepiece; a big two-person bathtub with a small stairway around it made from the same white marble as the floor. As she walked further into the bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror that was fitted into one of the walls. Her nudity barely registered at this point, but the sleek metal collar around her neck did. It was such a comfortable and snug fit, that she never even realized she wore it until she saw it in her reflection. Upon closer inspection, she also saw a green light at the side, hidden beneath her hair.
She raised her hands and began to investigate it. It was surprisingly warm and smooth to the touch. She felt no seam where the two halves would meet, telling her this was quite an expensive piece of work. After a few seconds, she gave up, and simply let it be for the time being. Leaving the bathroom, though she swore she would use that heavenly-looking shower later, she went through the other door in her bedroom and found herself in a moderately sized living room.
The room was fairly sparse in its design, though what was in it was of high quality, and clearly expensive. Two comfortable-looking couches with a small coffee table in front of them. A huge ass tv screen on the wall across it. A dining table with four chairs, though for the love of her she wondered why. Anda kitchen top with a mini fridge underneath it. One wall of the room was entirely composed of glass, and through it, she saw a sprawling forest stretching out before her. Far in the distance, she spotted a cluster of smoke, indicating a village of some sort, but it was far away, too far away to get there on foot, let alone barefoot. As she walked back towards the couch, she saw a letter laying on the coffee table and picked it up.
Dear Miss Eilish.
Allow us to officially welcome you to The Game. From this moment on, you can be called upon at any time to participate in The Game's many challenges, or to entertain one or more of our many guests. When not occupying yourself with either of those things you are free to use the room that has been provided for you. The mini bar will be refilled periodically, and although we have done our best to stock it with your favourite drinks, feel free to contact us via the door intercom should you require anything special. For your own privacy, and that of the guests and other players who like you volunteered, you are not permitted to leave the room unless supervised by members of staff.
Your clothes and any possessions have been placed in a secure lock box and will be returned to you once you leave. You have been given a special control collar that all players wear. This allows us to track your location in the mansion, as well as regulate what areas you can and can't access should you be allowed to roam freely. We HIGHLY advise you to not temper with it, as there are several failsafe installed in it that will punish you should you try. Past experience with less cooperative players **** us to include this as a means to keep them under control should the need arise. Though we are sure such a method will not be necessary for you.
Food will be brought to you at set times and in accordance with your participation in The Game. Beyond that, the room and day are yours to do with as you please, and you will be contacted should your presence be required in some way.
Enjoy your stay and good luck in The Game.
Billie threw the letter back on the table, and let the words sink in. Parts of it were no surprise, just the regular welcoming letter explaining the rules of her stay. But some things stood out. For one, the collar had control mechanisms. What the hell did they mean by that? And they could use it to track her location? All that in such a simple-looking collar? She wondered what else the device could do, and she was partially curious about it and partially afraid of ever finding out. And then there was that bit about less cooperative players. Did that mean that not everyone here was a volunteer? And if so, would they have gone after her if she had not signed up herself? She guessed that if that was the case, those unfortunate players would probably not find themself in such a luxurious suite as she had to herself.
her sight fell on the mega tv hanging in front of her, and she figured she might as well pass the time with some watching. After a brief search, she found the remote. She pressed on and was quickly taken to a screen that strongly reminded her of those services she had at home, like Netflix or any of the others they had on offer these days. Instead of any regular shows or movies, as she expected, it instead showed her thumbnails of vastly different things. Celebrities. Celebrities of all types. Singers, actors, models, and athletes. Some were as young as herself, some younger still, barely past the legal age. As she began to browse the list, she quickly realized that this went on for a long, long time. She recognized the names of women who were all the rage right next to herself. Or those whose day in the limelight came and went a long time ago. She saw the dates of recording underneath each video go back more and more the further down she went. two-thousand tens. Two-thousands. The nineties. The eighties. The seventies. And further still, the list was seemingly without end. How long have they been doing this? And how far did the reach and influence of these people actually go?
After some experimenting, she found the option to search for keywords, and selected; Singers. The screen cleared and slowly began to fill with various videos. After scrolling through them, she noticed that seeing all those people, most of whom she recognized by name if not sight, awoke a warm tingle between her legs. Scrolling through the list, she stopped on one she couldn't believe was there. Even though it shouldn't surprise her at this point.
The Spice Girls; A mile high.
After only a brief hesitation, she pressed play and leaned back on the couch as the screen began to play. She saw them sitting in a cabin, not unlike the one she had, only a fair bit larger. It really was them. The Spice Girls. Arguably the most famous female pop group that has ever existed. From speakers cleverly hidden throughout the room, their voices could be heard in their distinct British accents. She was so engrossed by what she saw, that she didn't notice the lights dimming to enhance the viewing experience. Nor did she notice her hand going for her breast, where a stiff nipple was already visible.
In a different, well-secured part of the mansion, a large room filled with screens and computers housed the mansion's observation crew. At one desk, a worker was watching Billie explore her suite unaware that her every move and every second of her time was carefully followed by countless high-definition cameras and directional microphones. The worker watched her turn on the tv, and after double-checking the instructions attached to her file, pressed a button on the command interface. On a different screen, a simple message appeared. Aphrodisiac flow active. A low-powered aphrodisiac would be pumped into her room at all times, keeping her in a constant state of light arousal. After checking the airflow, a second button was pressed, and underneath a picture of Billie, the words; On air, appeared. her every move was being recorded and whenever something interesting was happening, the live feed would be broadcasted to every guest room in the mansion, where guests could watch if they so pleased.
And Billie was totally unaware of what she would consider a severe breach of privacy. Instead, she concentrated on the tv and the movie she had chosen for herself.
'Well cheers girls, here's to a new adventure.'
Geri Halliwell spoke with unbridled enthusiasm as the five young women raised their glasses with a soft ping. There was a moment of silence as each girl took a big sip of the expensive champagne, before resuming their conversation. One by one though, they began to feel drowsy, and it wasn't long until all five of them were fast asleep.
The cabin door opened, and four stewardesses dressed in a late 1990s version of the crimson and black flight attendant suit walked in. They wasted no time and began to remove the clothes from the sleeping girls. One by one, the world-famous singers were stripped of their clothes, revealing their young bodies. Billie stared in awe at the scene before her, as her hand slowly slid towards her pussy. How many men and women had fantasised about seeing them like this? And here she was. Sure, it was a recording from almost thirty years ago, but still, there couldn't be that many people in the world who have seen this.
When the girls were completely naked, the stewardesses split off in pairs, and each walked to a different section of the cabin. They slid back a panel in the carpeted floor, revealing two large rectangular openings. With the whirring of gears, two platforms rose up from the openings. One Billie immediately recognized. It was a Sybian, much like the one she was strapped to. Only this one was twice as long, easily capable of holding two individuals. Having first-hand experience with that machine, she felt sorry for whoever ended up on that thing. Though her hand playing with her large breasts moved just a bit faster at the prospect of watching it happen to someone else.
From the other opening, a sturdy bench rose up. It was made from what looked to be smooth polished stainless steel, and the top side was covered with dark red leather. Attached to each of the four posts were two leather cuffs and Billie could imagine what they were for, though she wondered why they need eight. On the floor in front of the bench, were four more cuffs bolted directly into the platform. They were positioned in such a way that it would restrain someone in a wide spread-eagle position.
The two stewardesses working on the Sybian each grabbed the arms of one of the sleeping women and began to pull them towards the menacing machine. One took Melanie Chisholm, or "Sporty Spice", and the other took Emma Bunton, or "Baby Spice". They opened a compartment hidden underneath the Sybian and took out a dildo extension. They slid the toy into their pussies to see how they fitted, and the woman holding Melanie attached hers to one side of the machine. With Emma though, there was a bit of a problem. The stewardess let out a soft curse as she threw the dildo back into the compartment, and retrieved a slightly larger one, only to discard that one as well. Three more times the dildo was switched to a larger size, until the largest one they had available disappeared easily into Emma's cunt. Annoyed, she retrieved a but plug, and began to insert that one as well, just to make it a snug fit. Three changes later, she was finally satisfied with the dildo buttplug combo, before attaching them to the Sybian.
By then Melanie was already sitting in a kneeling position on the machine, with her ankles and calves strapped tightly against the saddle part. One of her wrists was covered by a leather cuff, and a second one was attached to it by a short chain and dangled freely in the air. The stewardess working on her retrieved a decently sized double-sided dildo, with two sets of strings in the middle. She pushed on Melanie's chin to **** her mouth open, and gently began to work the dildo in until it was all the way to the string. She tied the string around her face, keeping her mouth stuffed, and her screams and moans muffled. She looked at her colleague who by now had managed to put Emma in place on top of the device. The blonde singer was facing her co-star, and their bodies were already close to each other. Even still, the stewardesses put the arms of the two singers around each other and cuffed them together behind the other's back. Emma's mouth was also held open, and the free end of the dildo was worked all the way into her mouth, before being tied off behind her face as well. The setup was extremely intimate, with their bodies pressed firmly against each other, squashing their breasts against each other in the process. The way their arms were secured behind their backs made it look as if they were embracing each other, while the dildo tied around their faces had their lips locked in what looked like a passionate kiss.
The camera stayed on them for a few minutes, allowing Billie to really take in the sheer eroticism of the display before her. They even switched to different angles, and detailed closeups of their faces with their lips pressed firmly together. Eventually, though, the cameras switched to the bench, where the other two Stewardesses were busy preparing two of the remaining girls.
Melanie Brown, or "Scary Spice", was laid on her back on the bench, with her ass hanging just slightly over the edge. Her arms and legs were secured to the four posts by use of the leather cuffs, keeping her firmly in place with her legs spread almost in a split and with only the barest of room to move around. A bright red ball gag was strapped into her mouth, but this one had an extension on it. A thick vibrator with a multitude of ridges and bumps was attached to the gag, sticking out prominently from her mouth. The two stewardesses proceeded to lay Geri Halliwell, or "Ginger Spice", face down on top of Melanie in a classic 69 position. her wrists and ankles were secured in the four remaining cuffs, and much like Melanie, she was given a ballgag, though hers was a deep black. A similar vibrator was fixed to the gag, and with their faces positioned perfectly above the other girl's pussy, it became pretty obvious what was going to happen.
Billie watched with rapt attention as the two stewardesses began to insert the vibrators in the other girl's cunt. Her own breathing quickened as her hand furiously worked her own pussy. When the two vibrators had disappeared completely into their respective cunt, a simple piece of rope tied around the waist held their faces securely in place. That left only one of the famous five unattended.
Victoria Adams, Or "Posh Spice", was placed on her back on the floor by the two stewardesses who had now finished with Mel C and Emma. Her face was between Melanie's legs, almost perfectly underneath her pussy. Her arms and legs were secured with the cuffs attached to the floor, leaving her in a spread-eagle position. Her mouth was held open by a large metal ring gag. One of the stewardesses left the cabin and returned shortly after holding a large, clear plastic funnel. It was placed over Victoria's mouth and a set of clips attached it to the ring. now both women left the cabin and came back pushing a small cart on which a machine sat. It was rectangular, with two steel rods sticking out from it. At the end of each rod, a penis-shaped dildo was fitted, and they placed the machine on the ground, directly between Victoria's spread-open legs. The machine locked in place with specially designed clamps, and one of the women began to work the dildos into Victoria's pussy and ass respectively. The other one took a small clip with a wire attached to it from the side of the machine and snapped it on one of Victoria's fingers, where a green light began to glow.
She pressed a green button on top of the machine, before getting to her feet. As she walked past Melanie, she reached for the vibrator attached to her gag and pressed a button hidden in the base. The vibrator began to vibrate at medium strength, causing Geri to moan softly into her gag. The other Stewardess did the same with Geri's vibrator, which in turn made Melanie Moan as well. The other two stewardesses each flipped a switch on either side of the Sybian, and a low hum could be heard from the speakers as the device sprang to life. Immediately, Melanie and Emma let out deep moans as the dildo and but plug began to vibrate the sudden **** on their most private parts enough to jostle them wide awake.
The four stewardesses left the cabin one by one, and the last one tapped the console near the door, before closing it behind her. Around them, the three pitch-black walls began to shimmer and slowly turned perfectly clear, giving everyone a good look. Billie saw dozens of people gathered around the cabin, and all of them were paying full attention to the five girls. It was then, the voice from the intercom announced their imminent departure.
By now Billie was fingering herself at a rapid pace, while her other hand was playing with her breasts and nipples. Never had she considered the possibility of masturbating to other women, yet here she was. She watched the plane begin to accelerate, and Melanie and Emma continued to moan as the vibrations increased with each passing second. They were nowhere near takeoff speed, however when Melanie began to grunt and shake, before tensing up and unleashing a long drawn-out wail of pleasure. The action caused her breasts to mash against Emma's, further heightening the pleasure both girls felt. After a second, in the top left corner of the screen, a small box appeared, with the five names of the girls in it. Behind Mel-C's name, a counter started running, flipping from zero to one.
The camera switched to Victoria, who had begun to scream and moan all of a sudden. The two piston-mounted dildos had begun to thrust back and forth at alternating patterns, fucking the bound women rather violently. For a full minute, Billie watched with bathed breath as Victoria drew closer and closer to orgasm, as she herself was seconds away from her own. She saw Victoria arch her back as the **** pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. The green light on the clip on her finger became red, and the machine stopped instantly. Victoria wailed in surprise as she was left hanging mere seconds from cumming. The sheer frustration and desperation on Victoria's face were enough to push Billie over the edge, and she let out a modest moan as her orgasm rushed through her. Basking in the afterglow, she watched as the two Sybian-bound superstars continued to moan and squirm. Unable to escape the insistent pleasure, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable. Mel-C was the quickest one of the two. Having three more orgasms **** upon her in the time it took Emma to have one. By now, the plane had reached cruising speed, and the Sybian had settled into its familiar powerful hum.
Each time one of the two girls came, the fucking machine between Victoria's legs sprang to life, fucking her mercilessly towards orgasm. And each time, mere moments before cumming, the clip on her finger would read her impending orgasm, and the machine switched off at the last moment. Leaving Victoria with an ever-growing sense of frustration.
By now, Mel-B and Geri had also fully awoken, the frequent screams and moans from the other three girls proving more than enough to do that. For a moment, they struggled to understand what was happening, until their bodies caught up with the thick vibrator buzzing away inside of them. Melanie threw her head back as she let out a deep moan of pleasure, but the rope held her head firmly in place, with her nose pressed squarely into Geri's slit. Geri for her part was struggling to keep herself under control. She always reacted quite violently whenever she came, and though the buildup towards orgasm was long, comparatively, the result was always explosive.
The warm breath of her friend on her pussy did not help matters, and the constant moans of pleasure around her pulled her deeper into her own little world. She moved her head what little she could, and was instantly rewarded by Melanie letting out a long groan as the vibrator pressed hard against her most sensitive spot. She felt Melani writhe underneath her as she continued her face fucking. Each second drew the dark-skinned woman closer to the edge. Each movement made both women react more and more frantic as they worked each other into a fucking frenzy. Eventually, Melanie lost her control first, and her orgasm rushed from her in a powerful explosion of liquid that sprayed from around the vibrator gag. The liquid hit the funnel and quickly started to stream down the smooth surface, right into Victoria's mouth. Victoria's screams and moans of pleasure from the constant fucking became choked as she struggled to swallow Melanie's pussy juices.
Not a minute later, Geri unleashed an earth-shattering wail, even through the gag, as her entire body tensed to its limit. her arms and legs rippled as they pulled against her restraints, and she was visibly shaking as she was teetering on the edge. A second later, every tension left her as she fell over the edge into a mind-melting orgasm that shook her to the core. She continued to shake and twitch as aftershocks rippled through her, causing her to move her vibrator gag around inside Melanie's cunt. That was just enough to push past her limits again, as she came for a second time. And again, her orgasm was accompanied by a spray of clear liquid, that fell into the funnel and streamed into Victoria's mouth.
Eventually, though, all things must come to an end. And it became clear that the five hot young women were nearing the limits of what they could take. The cabin door opened, and the four stewardesses entered once again. Two moved towards Melanie and Emma, and with a flip of two switches, the Sybian switched off. Likewise, the two women strapped onto it also stopped moaning and screaming, and they slumped against each other, physically exhausted beyond imagining. They began to undo the straps and various restraints, and the two singers offered no resistance as they were pulled off the device.
Likewise, Melanie and Geri were also released from their binds, and much like their friends, they offered no resistance as they were moved to the couch, where they promptly fell asleep. The only sound left in the room was the fucking device that continued to work Victoria over. Even as the other four girls were released from their ordeal, Victoria's was still going on. Billie threw a quick glance at the little box in the corner and saw that the machine had fucked and denied Victoria Forty-six times. But that was nothing compared to at least double the number that her co-stars had racked up combined. She had by now figured out that Victoria's device was linked to the orgasms of her friends, so she had at least twice as many denials in store before the machine would stop. Clearly, though, waiting for that would take too long.
One of the stewardesses left the cabin and returned a short while later carrying a small box. By then, her coworkers had released Victoria from her predicament and were forcibly holding her in place to prevent her from masturbating. The box was revealed to contain a delicately made chastity belt, and Billie could see the two dildos inside it. Victoria was **** into the belt, and with a metallic *click*, the belt was locked into place. Immediately, Victoria curled up into a ball, and a soft hum could be heard coming from the belt. It lasted until Billie saw the by-now familiar signs of Victoria cumming, before the sound stopped, and Victoria let out a wail of pure frustration.
She had no idea how long the entire video had lasted, but she was snapped from her concentration when the screen went dark. Clearly, the video was over, as the screen began to fill with suggested movies that others who liked this had watched. Her hand hovered over the play next button to start the first one in the recommendation.
Jenifer Lopez, Let's get loud.
But as she shifted on the couch, she became acutely aware of how sore and tired she was from the flight. Remembering the heavenly-looking shower, she got up and made her way back to the bathroom. Unbeknownst to her, her walk through the suite, and the following shower were all recorded by several cameras and already, several guests were watching the live stream as it was broadcasted to all the guest suites.
Billie Eilish had well and good become a player in The Game. Just not in the way that she had planned.
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