He Walks Right Into the Trap

John showed up in his beat up old Honda, and I took a deep breath, getting ready to play my part. Just as he'd instructed Ashley, I was wearing nothing but a light summer dress and my high heels, and I had my hair and makeup done. As the car pulled over in front of me I walked down to the sidewalk and waved at him with the biggest smile I could muster.

"Hey, slut," he greeted me with a grin as I got into the car. It smelt of old fast food and cheap cologne.

"Hello, Master!" I said enthusiastically, thankful that I'd been ordered by Simon to enjoy the role play and find it natural to pretend to be Ashley. Otherwise I would have had a hard time not slapping the shit eating grin from his face.

His hands started roaming my body the moment I was in the car. I giggled and didn't even flinch when he started fondling my tits, moaning and panting like I was auditioning for a porno. "God, you are one hot piece of ass," he groaned. "You're mine now, slut. Mine for the weekend."

"Oh yes, Master," I said, smiling and batting my eyelashes. I could feel his excitement, and I knew how to play that. Whenever his cock did the thinking, which was more often than not, he never really paid attention. All I had to do was to make sure he kept thinking about that, and he'd be as pliable as a kitten in my hand.

As he freed one of my tits and leaned in to lick my nipple, I looked at the side view mirror to make sure Simon's car, a black BMW, was still there, behind us, waiting for the Honda to pull away. I sighed in relief, amused both by Simon's last command and by the absurdity of the situation. I was about to lead John into a trap, and he was completely unaware, his mind clouded by his lust and his sense of entitlement. It felt good, the idea of teaching him a lesson. Moreover, it felt good to know Simon would soon get what he wanted, too.

John straightened in his seat, a huge grin on his face, and pulled away. As I looked back and saw Simon's car trailing us, I smiled at John and grabbed the bulge in his pants, making him moan. I teased him just enough for him not to notice the car trailing us, but not enough to distract his driving.

It was a twenty-minute drive to the motel, where Simon had booked a room. He claimed he wanted to do something romantic for a change, and he was in a mood to splurge. Given his usual cheapness, I could only imagine what his idea of splurging was, and the motel certainly fit that idea. It was a small place in a remote neighborhood, with a parking lot on the side. "Since you'll soon be making me a lot of money, I thought we might as well enjoy our weekends together in style," he said as he parked. I smiled at him, trying my best to look excited.

The room he had booked for us was surprisingly nice, given the general vibe of the motel. It was spacious and clean, and the bed was a huge King size one with fresh sheets. I'm sure brainwashed Ashley wouldn't have minded, but I was happy not to find any stains on the mattress. I made sure the door wasn't locked and moved away from it, fishing my tits out of my dress to keep John's eyes on them.

Soon enough, his hands were all over me again. "Get on your knees, slut. Let's start this weekend the way it should go. With your lips around my cock." He was pulling his pants down and his dick was already hard. He pushed my head towards it, and I opened my mouth obediently, taking the hard shaft between my lips. I tried to imagine it was Simon's, and that helped. I bobbed my head on the tip of his cock, licking and slurping it, while his hands were grabbing my head and shoving my face down his shaft. I was ****, and gagging, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth.

I noticed the door behind the asshole opening slowly and silently. I was thankful for the carpeted floor, since Simon was able to walk in quietly, his movements muffled. He got closer to us, and when a clicking noise was heard, John stopped his thrusts, and his eyes opened wide.

Simon was holding a gun in his hands, pointing it at John's head. I could feel the bastard's cock slowly deflating in my mouth, and I smiled. "Hands up, asshole," Simon blurted out, visibly furious, his hands shaking a little, but his voice firm and commanding.

John looked down at me in panic, clearly expecting some sort of reaction. I plopped his dick out of my mouth and smiled up at him. "What's wrong, Master? Can't handle this one without me?" I asked sarcastically, and the look in his eyes was priceless.

"Code Purple!" John blurted out, looking at me desperately. "Fuck! Code Purple!" I smiled at him, and got to my feet, walking over to stand next to Simon.

"Wait... What is this one supposed to make me do?" I asked, a devilish smile on my face, rubbing my chin like a villain in a Bond movie. "Shit, I've got so many commands in my head, I can't tell which is which anymore."

"What the fuck?!" John cried out, his voice **** and confused, his dick dangling between his legs. "What is this?!"

"This is karma biting your ass, asshole!" Simon shouted at him, his face flushed with anger. "Now, shut up! Put your hands behind your back and move to the bed!"

"Grab him you fucking bitch!" John screamed at me. I sighed in annoyance. "Stop him!"

I slapped the fucker's face, the sound of the slap resounding in the small room. "I'm Simon's bitch, you moron, not yours. Now shut up and do as the man with the gun says."

John finally did as he was told, moving his hands behind his back and letting Simon tie them. "How did you break my suggestions?" He asked, his voice shaking in terror. "They were perfect. I know they were!"

"Honestly, it pains me to admit it," Simon said, pushing John towards a chair and forcing him to sit down. "They really were. You did a good job, I'll give you that."

"But?" John spat.

"But..." I intervened, grinning from ear to ear. "He found a loophole you didn't think of."

"And what's that?!" John was fuming. The look in his eyes, a mix of rage, terror and helplessness, was priceless.

Soon, the gun was back against his head, and John's eyes turned to Simon, begging. "Please, man! Please..."

"You're gonna undo all your programming, and then we'll see how you should be dealt with," Simon said, his eyes hard and his voice cold.

John frowned in confusion. "I thought she said you found a loophole."

"Yeah, well," Simon shrugged. "It's a temporary fix. I want her completely free. So you're gonna undo everything, and I mean everything."

"Okay, okay!" John mumbled, his eyes on the gun. "I will!"

I stepped forward. "Just FYI," I said, my voice dripping with venom. "If you try to be a smartass about this, if you try and trick us, we've made sure to put failsafes of our own, got it?"

"Y-yes," he said, his voice trembling. From the look on his face, I could tell he had actually considered trying to be clever about it, and only now realized that we wouldn't let him. "I promise. I'll free her."

"Good. Then let's get this over with!" Simon ordered, and John nodded, his eyes on the gun the entire time.