4th Break Part 1

Lina tried to look at Rachel, but found herself unable to look her in the eye. She gulped, feeling very submissive all of a sudden, "Um...Rachel?"

Rachel suddenly grabbed the end of Lina's leash, "Yes...pet? You have something to ask me?"

Lina frowned, "Rach… don’t go makin’ it weird now. You know what I need."

"Of course, but I want you to be a good kitty and....kneel. Oh dear, I forgot I can't raise my voice. Eliza?" Lina watched as Eliza reached down and tweaked Rachel's nipples. Rachel moaned softly and leaned her head back into Eliza's chest. Lina looked away awkwardly but then, "KNEEL." Rachel's voice was so much louder now, Lina found herself falling to her knees instantly.

"Aiya… shit. Fuck, Rachel, dat not funny." Lina tried glaring at her, but still couldn't look her in the eye. "Fine. Please tie me up so I can sleep."

"Come along then, I'm sure we have something in our room." Rachel tugged on the leash, but thankfully she waited until Lina rose to her feet before walking away. Lina stayed silent as Rachel pulled out a bag of things she'd purchased at the sex shop. Finally she settled on something, "Turn around, hands behind your back."

Lina obeyed, "What you gonna..." Lina didn't finish her sentence before the distinctive click of handcuffs sounded. Rachel had grabbed her wrists and quickly cuffed them both. Lina tried pulled her hands forward but realized Rachel had hook the cuffs to her new chastity belt. Not only were her hands cuffed, but they were trapped behind her, "Rach, this is too much."

"Eliza, what do you think?"

"Eliza doesn't think it's too much. Lina looks hot like that."

"Then it's settled," Rachel gave Lina a pat on the bum, "Run along now Kitty. My tits are full, so unless you want to milk me..."

"No, Lina can't. Eliza wants to!" Eliza said forcefully.

"Oh, but wouldn't it be so hot if I didn't let you?" Rachel teased, "If Lina sucks me dry there will be nothing for you..."

Lina was a little tempted, but she really didn't want to get caught in the middle, "Um, I'll just go now..."

"Wait, here," Rachel pressed the key into Lina's hands, "So you don't need to disturb us in the morning."

"Um, thanks." Lina took the key and left.

She made her way to her room and fell down on her bed. "Fuck." She'd been so eager to get tied up she'd forgotten to do anything else. Like brush her teeth, or even change in pyjamas. She had a hell of a time just getting under the covers, but she was exhausted enough to fall asleep despite her challenges.

In the morning Lina woke feeling sore...and horny. Normally she might take care of things herself but not only were her hands cuffed behind her, a chastity belt locked away her sex. She actually had both keys, Oliver had given the belt key to her last night, but she lacked the dexterity to free herself. She didn't want to both Rachel and Eliza again, and Nathan was a bit of a jerk right now, that left Dylan and Oliver. Of the two of them Oliver was the natural choice, since he happened to have an addiction to pussy she could use to her advantage.

She rolled off the bed and then spent a few minutes trying to open her door with her cuffed hands. Then she made it over to Oliver's room and used her foot to knock on the door.

There was no answer. She sighed and kicked again. Still nothing. She turned around and eventually managed to get his door knob to turn, only to find his room empty, "Fuck." It was still early in the morning, where had he gone?

Her next stop was Dylan's room. That was also empty. The two of them must be together. That just left Nathan. Reluctantly she knocked on his door. He answered immediately, throwing open the door seconds after she knocked. Lina was a little shocked by his appearance. A buttoned up shirt, completely unbuttoned of course, and nothing else. His cock was rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. He'd obviously been masturbating when she knocked.

"What the fuck dude?" Lina gasped.

Nathan looked down, "Oh right," He moved to cover his cock with his hands, "Sorry. Can I help you with something?"

"Yes. I need..." She licked her lips. Her own addiction was now front of center in her mind. She'd wanted to avoid Nathan for this very reason. She felt her need burning away, "Fuck. It's too late. Let me in. Order me to suck your cock."

"You want...yeah, of course. Suck my cock BITCH!" He yelled the last part, forcing her to kneel even though she already planned on it. Thankfully she felt to her knees on the mattress he'd been using as a bed, and seconds later she enveloped him with her mouth. She'd given a few blowjobs since coming on vacation, but this was her first with her new 'maneater' trait. She was curious if it still applied to the behemoth in her mouth and was shocked to discover that, defying all logic, she was able to deepthroat him.

He was shocked too, but not unappreciative. It only took a couple minutes before he unloaded on her. She sighed in satisfaction as her addiction temporarily faded to the background.

She looked up at him, "Thanks but that wasn't why I came here."

Nathan rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "No uh, thank you. Uh, sorry about calling you a bitch. I didn't mean it in a derogatory way."

"That's fine, I just need you to uncuff me." Lina said, eager to get away from here.

Nathan grabbed the key and unlocked her handcuffs. She thanked him again and hurried back to her room. The key to her belt was still there and she was amazed that it worked when she used it herself. Maybe she didn't need Oliver at all, she just needed to hold onto his key. Free of the belt there was nothing to stop her from bringing herself to a massive orgasm. Unfortunately she couldn't bask in the afterglow, or keep going, as the belt magically reappeared the moment she came.

Still feeling horny she reached over to the table for the key to unlock herself again, but when she couldn't find it she sat up and looked around for it. After a few minutes of searching she came to the only logical conclusion, "Crap...the key is gone." If she were a betting woman she'd say that it was somehow back in Oliver's possession. Fuck, what was she going to do?

Dylan had never felt so humiliated in her life. She'd convinced Oliver to accompany her, but now she was deeply regretting it. After all she was basically naked and crawling along the ground, she was more of a pet than a friend at this point. What the fuck was she even doing? Did she really need to 'test' this out, obviously the game was fucking magic, it always did exactly what it said it would do.

When she'd woken up this morning she'd suddenly known she'd forget how to walk for 8 hours today, and that she had to pick now when those hours were. She also knew she wouldn't be able to fall asleep until they were all over, so she couldn't just pick hours she'd be sleeping, it all had to be during her normal day. So she'd decided to front load it and picked the 8 hours immediately after she'd woken up. She now realized it was dumb not to schedule any breaks, until 2 pm today she just could not walk.

She intellectually knew how to walk, but the idea of standing up and trying it, she just couldn't put it together. She was stuck, down here on the ground. Of course that wasn't the end of her humiliation. She was also wearing a choker that labelled her as a slut. And a corset that compressed her inside. Oh, and basically nothing else. A tank top and the shortest shorts she owned. She wasn't even wearing a bra, it would be too hard to take it on and off every time she entered a building.

"Ouch, can you really crawl over those rocks?" Oliver suddenly asked her.

"Huh? Oh ya. At least the transformation didn't doom me to a life of pain. It's actually very comfortable crawling. Physically, that is. Mentally this is ****, but yeah, my knees don't even feel the rocks. My hands too."

"Well that's good at least," He stopped in front of the shop, "Are you sure you want to come in? I can buy something for you?"

She shook her head, "I can't just avoid going indoors forever. It's legal to be topless, let's just see how they react."

"You're topless and crawling...but fine. Let's see." Oliver said. He held open the door for her.

Dylan pulled her tank top down, exposing her tits, then crawled forward into the store. Almost immediately the shopkeeper protested, "Pardon me, what are you doing down there?"

Oliver coughed, "Oh, uh I'm so sorry. You see I'm blackmailing her into doing this. She really has ****."

The woman narrowed her eyes at him, "Really? How vile. I suppose if that's the case I'll allow it, I wouldn't want her to suffer any more."

Dylan blinked, that actually worked? Oliver's get out of jail free card was better than expected. Thanks to his intervention Dylan was able to freely browse the store and pick out some clothes to buy. She needed a new wardrobe of barely there items, so she picked out some short shorts, crop tops and miniskirts. He even paid for her, the old softie.

"Thanks Oliver, I appreciate it." She said as he tapped his credit card.

"Don't think this monster," The shopkeeper said, "Scum like him should be locked up. Whoever decided to give him immunity should be fired."

Dylan tried to keep herself from laughing, "Yes ma'am, you are right. He is scum."

"Quite right. In fact, Sir, and I use that loosely, if you think it's so funny so crawl around topless, go ahead and do it yourself!"

To Dylan's surprise, Oliver pulled his own shirt off and shoved it in the bag, "Alright." He said. He started crawling out of the store.

"Uh...what's going on?" Dylan whispered to him as she caught up to him.

"I guess this isn't within my personal limits and just kinky enough that I felt like I had to obey. But fuck. My knees hurt."

Dylan snorted, "Ha, I'll trade you the crawling for your get out of jail free anytime."

Once they made it out of the store Dylan pulled her shirt up and Oliver managed to stand up and get dressed again. "Well that was," He blinked. Suddenly there was a key in his hand, "Where did this...wait...this is..."

Dylan figured it out, "I thought so. Lina's chastity belt. So you can't just leave it with her. She must have used it, but it's single use only apparently."

"Ok, so I'll just mail it to her every time it appears." Oliver said.

Dylan shook her head, "Are you kidding? You want her to have what, one orgasm per week? At most? What if Canada Post loses the key? What if they go on strike?"

Oliver shrugged, "So what am I supposed to do then?"

Dylan clicked her tongue, "Ah. Got it. Tie her up and keep her as a live-in maid."

Oliver stared at her, "Huh?"

"Geez, I'm just kidding." Dylan laughed, "Or not?" She said seriously, "Anyway, let's keep going. I want to check out some more stores."