Make A Break For It

You decide that servitude isn't for you and that you didn't come to this resort to be used as a plaything. Without hesitation, you pushed against Scarlett and scrambled out from beneath the desk. Picking a direction, you turned and sprinted, making a break down one of the corridors. Soon enough, you find yourself lost in a maze of hotel rooms, winding up and down stairs, searching aimlessly for somewhere to hide out. That's when you rounded the corner and was met with a sight that sent shivers through your body.

Three figures stood blocking the corridor, each one clad in identical black latex booty-shorts and a black latex brassiere. Elbow length latex gloves and thigh-high latex stockings caught the shimmer of the sun through the window, with the sheer tightness of the outfit highlighting the muscular and toned physique of the women. You recognised the three instantly. Gal Gadot, Jessica Biel and Karen Gillan, their stern faces glaring down at you. You moved to turn around, only to be met with another three figures. Before you could clock their faces, the desceneded upon you, grabbing you by your arms and legs and carrying you through a staff-only door.

Before you knew it, your clothes were torn away from your body, leaving you bare and exposed, ropes snaking their way around your arms and legs, your body being hoisted and restrained in the air, helpless and completely at the mercy of the celebrities surrounding you.

"As per the contract you signed prior to your arrival here, any infringement on the rules of the resort results in punishment by the resort. Needless to say, you've been a very naughty boy. And all before you were even fully checked in. Such a shame. For you, I mean. For us... we've got a new plaything for the next two weeks," Gal Gadot smiled, circling around you, the sharp click of her heels enuciating each word. You followed her toned body as she walked around you, the woman dissapearing from view for a few moments, only to return. Yet, this time, when she emerged into view, she was sporting around her waist, a thick, twelve inch, black strapon, her latex gloves cradling the monstrous toy as she sidled up in front of your lips, playfully tapping the cock-head on shocked lips, "Be a good boy and get me nice and slippery. It'll make things so much easier..."

So began two weeks of hard, rigorous domination. Not an hour went by without a celebrity entering the room, donning a monstrously sized toy and ramming it into your clutching asshole, tugging on your hair whilst they destroyed your butt. You came to the celebrity resort to experience a constant turntable of different celebs and different sexual delights, and you got just that. Every celebrity you could imagine had a shot powering into your ass with thick, rigid plastic. All because you couldn't follow the rules long enough to even get into your hotel room. You couldn't help but regret your decision as you limped back onto the plane at the end of your two weeks, Scarlett and a myriad of other celebrities standing at the reception of the hotel, waving innocently in their complete nudity as you returned back to your normal life, dissapointed.