Locked in an infinite glory hole box

The inside of the store was a mix of the ordinary with the downright insane, seemingly far larger within than first seen outside. Kirsty timidly trudged behind Carrie, followed closely behind by Lux who walked in a slutty sashay. Looking towards her left, she could see more of the HD flat screens showing more porn. Now that she was inside the store, she could hear the audio, so the air was filled with the sounds of hot moaning, the wet slapping of obscene fucking and all the dirty sex talk blasting loudly in the background. She passed by a screen that showed a close up of a man ramming his partner's pussy violently. She could almost feel the heat from the sex itself beyond the screen, even though she knew full well that it was the heat from the technology itself. After a moment of walking, towards her left, she saw more people, squatted on stools with those new fangled VR headsets attached to their heads. They were masturbating furiously and with abandon, not stopping even after every intense orgasm. The floor was stained with splashes of cum and pussy juices. Kirsty averted her gaze only to see a man fucking what looked like some kind of electronic pole, shamelessly yelling out how he loves fucking pussy over and over again. Everyone in here was stark raving mad, gone crazy with sex, either attached to a strange sex toy or watching with eyes glues to a porno scene while touching themselves.

"Here we are." Lux chirped as they came to a junction, turning down a corridor that faced what looked like a set of cubicles.

Carrie was making for one of them. Lux opened the door of a cubicle. Inside it was a red leather chair and all along the walls, ceilings and floors were numerous holes scattered all around. There was even one on the chair itself, positioned at the area where someone may sit over it. Kirsty could not see what was beyond those holes inside that cubicle, save for an odd run off design towards what looks like a drain at the back. It was only big enough for Carrie to step into and take a seat. She could not stop Lux from closing the door to join her friend in there.

"Ah, ah, Miss Kirsty. This is Miss Carrie's box." The mysterious woman said to her while closing the door, "Miss Carrie has been a very naughty girl."

"What's going to happen to her?" Kirsty demanded, her expression ridden with worry, her gaze snapping over to a TV screen that suddenly appeared on the cubicle door. It showed Carrie sitting quietly inside it from various angles, as if it was looping through multiple hidden cameras in different parts of the cubicle.

"Miss Carrie has been a very avid fan of gloryholes, Miss Kirsty." Lux grinned widely at her, "She masturbates to gloryhole porn every other night in excess. Thus, the program today states that she must service every hot and steamy rod that appears in there. I would like to point out she will be fully conscious of her actions while doing this, but her body will betray her every motion. Such is her punishment."

She could not believe her ears, her eyes tearing up as she watched a huge dark skinned cock appear through a hole on Carrie's left. Her friend suddenly seemed to jolt out of her stupor, but before she could even take in her surroundings, she nonchalantly turns her head to look at the erect member aimed at her face. She reached out with her hand to stroke it several times before planting the entirety of her mouth straight down the shaft. There was full audio to the scene before her, and Kirsty to hear her bestie moan from what might be her first ever dick in her mouth, but her eyes showed that she did not want it. Kirsty could see her struggle to regain control of herself, but her hands and mouth moved on its own.

"If you are curious," Lux continued to explain, "Each dick that appears is a subjective subconscious apparition of the dirty thoughts of a man back in the land of the living. She is doing them a service by fulfilling their fantasies to the the fullest. Isn't that great?"

Her mind was switched off as she was watching the screen. Kirsty could hear the moans of the unknown man who Carrie was sucking off in his daydream, along with every dirty thought he was having in graphic detail. He was daydreaming of a friend who he had wanted to give him a blowjob. Just as his thoughts turned to one of cumming in his fantasy girl's mouth, Carrie's tight connection around his dick burst with splashes of white goo. She watched in horror as Carrie's mouth remained sealed, letting the spunk spew uncontrollably down her throat. Huge dribbles dripped off her chin onto the floor. For the longest moment, she held still, until the last blast of the man's load emptied out. The now flacid cock began to retract, leaving her to cough out whatever contents was left in her mouth. Just as she did, two new, hardened and erect cocks appeared. One of them pierced straight into her pussy beneath her seat, causing her to yelp from the sudden ****. Before she could even react, her lips were latched onto the other one towards her right. Both did not last long, blowing their loads deep inside her. The chair and floor was laden with cum, and Kirsty could smell the strong scent even from outside. The way Carrie's eyes were tensed and watering showed how distressed Carrie was, being **** to allow her mouth and pussy to be used like this.

"Please make it stop...." Kirsty pleaded for her friend.

"Unfortunately, the program must continue, Miss Kirsty. There's no way to stop it."

"For.... how long then?"

"For as long as she has done her naughty things." Lux gave her another gorgeous smile. Her expression almost looked like she was about to orgasm in glee.

"How long!?" Kirsty glared at her.

"2 years." Lux answered immediately.

She could not believe what she was hearing. Her friend, bestie and life sister was going to be trapped in this horrible box for 2 years? She could not bring herself to believe it, but with everything that has happened so far, of all the weird and strange things that has happened, she seemed more inclined to even think it. She questioned the logic, the subjective and objective sense of it all, and could not come up with an answer. She dared a look at the screen once more, seeing Carrie be assaulted by an endless stream of cum spewing dicks. Her face, short hair, pert B cup breasts, shapely thighs and enflamed pussy lips were already caked in numerous dribbles and splashes of sperm. The floor and walls were stained with the same, running off down the drain at the back of the cubicle. She could see her struggling. In every futile attempt, it only ended in another load pumped into or onto her.

Turning back to Lux with a defeated, incredulous look, she could see her filling a transparent plastic cup at a nearby tap with what looks like streams of thick, white goo. Turning it off, she grins creepily at Kirsty before lifting the cup over herself, dribbling the spunk into her open, waiting mouth. The moment the first drop splashed down her tongue, she shivered violently, streams of wetness from the vibrating patch running down her thighs like a waterfall. She did not even stop as it spilled all over her face, of which she lapped up every last drop with her tongue. After she finishes it all, she licks her lips and puts the cup down.

"Now that the cubicle is running, Miss Kirsty, do come by for a 'drink' every now and then. It will be on the house, as it always is." Lux huffed from the after shocks of her intense climax, "Feel free to visit Miss Carrie any time you wish. That is, if your... punishment allows you to."