Rest and Work

There is no small talk at the table. It's not like you could ask how their training sessions went. Just how much should I even really know about those anyways? It's not like you could ask how their day has been otherwise. Oh yeah, it's been great, I've only been **** to have sex 3 times so far today, I hope quotas don't go up... So most of the lunch continues in silence. As the last person finishes their meal, all wait for the collars to speak. And they do.

Return to the bedroom for the rest period.

All of you stand save for Rebecca who crawls out from under the table. With a pace like a series of prisoners in chains, both quick enough to not upset your captor, yet slow enough to not run into the inferno that awaits, all leave the room, go down the stairs, enter the bedroom. As the last of you enters, a black obsidian wall forms over the entrance. Great, this is actually the first time that I've been trapped with the others.

It is awkward, all of you in the same room. There is silence, as Erica and Olivia stand while you, Sephora, and Rebecca all sit or lie on the bed. 2 minutes pass, the tension in the room growing stiffer every moment. Luckily, there is one other room, technically. Olivia doesn't waste time. "I'm going to take a shower. Erica, you can come in here with me." Erica looks at her, then looks at you. As she does, for a second it almost looks like she is asking permission. Though she quickly looks back at Olivia, realizing what she did subconsciously. Together, the two of them enter the bathroom, apparently allowed by the rules, leaving you alone with Sephora and Rebecca.

"Oh thank god. I know we're roommates, but it feels like every day they get more and more angry. I can finally relax, let my hair down without fear of an argument," Sephora says, trying to crack a joke. Rebecca smiles. "And we can finally have some fun. Master, I've been a good girl. Could we... well, it's been a while, and I don't want Sephora to have all of the fun." Her hand rubs your thigh, as you look at your girlfriend. One of your girlfriends? God, you'd never get used to that idea.

But just as her hand reaches for your cock, her collar speaks to her. "Bad girl, you haven't earned that. If you want to have sex with your master, you must first Pleasure two different women to orgasm." Rebecca, for the first time, looks at her collar with shock. She had enjoyed the games so far, but this felt like too much. You too were shocked.

"What? You need to make others cum before you can have sex? I just, that seems rather ****." You sputter this out, as your mind spins. Necessities are cheap, while luxuries are expensive. That's the rule. And I guess sex is sort of a luxury...

"Well fuck. I guess... I guess I can't do that." Rebecca looks down. Yeah, it would be impossible. Sephora would probably offer herself to Rebecca, but Erica or Olivia? Erica might, but she was bound in the belt, and Olivia probably wouldn't agree. Although... "Olivia needs to orgasm once a day right? Maybe... maybe you can try to convince her?"

Rebecca looks at you, but soon her worry breaks into relief. "Yeah. I guess I'll try." It is at this moment that whatever timer there is expires, as the wall of obsidian suddenly disappears. Sephora stands up. "I'll go and tell our two lovebirds in the bathroom." The sound of the shower sounds through the door, as Sephora opens it.

She walks away, and Rebecca leans in, whispering. "I... Please, I'll try my best, please wait for me." Your hand finds hers on your thigh. "I will." Erica and Sephora emerge from the bathroom. Erica looks at the door. "So, did we hear anything from our collars about what we have to do next?"

You respond, "No, nothing happened, just the door disappearing. Maybe this is 'true' free time? Like don't you need to clean?" Erica groans, remembering that. "Fuck, do they expect me to do that, in addition to their random bullshit?" She lingers, clearly upset for a couple seconds before groaning. "Well fuck, fine I guess."

She stomps off in her heels, leaving the room. Meanwhile, the two others don't move. Rebecca and Sephora just climb back into the bed. Their jobs are much more focused on you after all.

Sephora places her hand on your chest. "So what should we do? Just because Rebecca can't, well we still could." You look at Sephora, but she nods as she understands. "No, I guess that doesn't sound good either. We've already had her watch once. And the collar didn't let her masturbate then either. So, chess, parcheesi?" She shrugs in an exaggerated manner.

You look at her. But then Rebecca speaks. "Well, if I can't masturbate and I can't have sex with Rex, maybe I can pleasure you? And we'll try to see if maybe you can return the favor. I mean, I want to have sex with him, and the collar said I have to pleasure two women for that, so I need to do this anyways..." She looks at you. But then she looks at Sephora, her glance away from her in shyness. "Although I'm, uh not really experienced with that. I mean, I'm interested, but well..."

Sephora puts her hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "Well, it's not like we don't have time. You'll learn. And I have done it, so I can teach you." She leans forward, placing a kiss on Rebecca's lips.

As the kiss breaks, Sephora turns to you. "What about you though? Do you want to leave? I mean, I know that Rebecca said she was willing to share you, but... well I've known some guys who are unwilling to let that be a two way street."

You can't help but laugh. "Oh, I'm going to be so jealous. When one has a collar that prevents me from giving her my love and the other needs to have sex with me in order not to be punished. God, woe is me, watching lesbian sex is just the worst. It is my cross to bear..."

Sephora punches your shoulder. "Hey, I'm the sarcastic one. And fine, although if you get too hot and bothered, you can always leave, go to the gym. Or maybe our round three can be afterwards, if she does a really bad job."

She turns to Rebecca. "Well, here's lesson one, be gentle with the clit, when you masturbate, you know when it is too much, but you need to learn to read your partner's movements..."

Sephora leans forward, kissing Rebecca, her hand going between her thighs. Unlike before, the collar remains silent. Good, that's what you'd been hoping for. That maybe sex with you was a high bar, that masturbating was also expensive, but doing something that it wanted to push her towards, sex with the other women, that was cheap, maybe even free. But as Rebecca mirrors Sephora's movements, her hands slowly trying to match her movements, you feel your arousal grow.

You had just cum barely even an hour ago, and you were starting to get horny. Fuck, those conqueror traits were way too powerful. You didn't want to imagine having any more of them. You didn't want to **** yourself on them, you wanted this to just be between them. But you knew that if your arousal grew too hot, that's just what you'd do.

You lean back, deciding to take this opportunity to look at your phone. You had made the mistake of not checking it yesterday, a mistake that you did not want to repeat. A mistake that you learn you have already fallen prey to.

Trap Engaged.

Duration: 13 minutes

Ok

The pop-up appears as you enter the app. As you watch, the number shifts to 14. Great, what in the fuck does that mean? You press ok, hoping that another menu will pop up, but there is none. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ok, what's happened in the past 20 minutes? Well, around 15 minutes ago, Erica left.

So yeah, it was probably her. Or could it be Olivia? Or maybe it was you and the two others, who now have their fingers pressed inside each other, rubbing upward toward the other's g-spots.

I mean, what is a trap really? Did the flowers count as a trap? Maybe there was some subtle effect pushing you all to have sex? There was really no way to tell.

"Is something wrong?" Rebecca has broken from her lovemaking to look at you, her face still flushed but a look of worry, clear as day, marring her face. Fuck, I'm panicking, I've been panicking for the past couple minutes, it's all over my face, think, THINK!

"Oh, well, I'm worried about Erica. I don't like the idea of her walking alone. I'm going to go find her, keep her company. Make sure that nothing bad happens, like that one time with the bench." You stumble through your excuse, trying to find something to get you out of the room. You don't even realize that they don't know that you 'helped' her with her milking this morning, but by the time your brain catches up, those words have already crossed your tongue.

Rebecca looks at you, and you see a hint of skepticism cross her face. "Well, I mean, sure, but will she even accept your help?" Committed, you answer the question as you would if it was the truth. "Well, we've made some inroads recently to understanding each other." Like my cock in her mouth. You curse yourself, your cock still rising, as you remember that conquest. That terrible, terrible time, you try to correct yourself.

"Ignore him. Focus on me. Or are you going to leave me hanging here, giving you one-sided affection." Sephora drags Rebecca back into a kiss, and you are very thankful. You stand, and turn away from the ever so tempting sight before you. It's not like it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. If we all stay here, this will be the first of countless.

You walk out of the room, to the stairs. You go down about 10 before you stop, looking at your phone. Ok, now just go to the profiles and...

Erica is cleaning. She has a wet towel and is rubbing some invisible surface. Though she is not wearing her maid outfit, oddly enough. She is wearing an apron and nothing else. Your eyes feast on her ass, bent over. Very much open to me if I could find her. And after this morning, she'd probably like it. And I now know that she's been training to take my dick. What would it feel like to take her, to claim her?

You shake your head, trying to clear the fantasy that grows in your mind like a malignancy. I'm trying to save somebody, not corrupt all ofthem. Your finger hovers above Sephora, before moving away. If it is them, how could you help them escape? No, it must be the last one. It must be Olivia.

You click on her profile and you see that you are correct. There in the video is Olivia. She is tied up, her hands tied behind her back, her legs tied together and upwards, exposing her wet pussy. There is a heavy padded leather blindfold over her eyes, a black ballgag in her mouth. And there are three egg vibrators very clearly on her, taped to her clit and nipples. Although given the cords, you think that there are one or two in her pussy. With the plug probably vibrating as well. There is no background, as there has always been no background. She struggles, but seems to make no progress, merely shaking her body for your observation.

You try to zoom in, try to see some detail you're missing, but you only scroll down a little. And you see words in bold.

Edging Trap Hole

Duration: 25 minutes

Find her to free her!

Fuck, that can't be good. Her body is being edged like that? Fuck, you need to save her, need to stop this, even though you find it so hot, your cock growing harder by the moment, as she shakes and her jaws work over the ballgag, clearly trying to cry out.

Now you know who is trapped. How they are trapped. But there are so many things you don't know, and also so many things you know all too well. Where is she trapped? The bathroom probably, she never came out of it, and chances are the trap didn't teleport her to the opposite side of the house. Although who could say?

No, if she's in the bathroom, that raises a whole other set of issues. Like the two women who are currently in the bedroom, their bodies engrossed in passion. How could you enter the bathroom, when they would see you?

Hey, I know that Olivia was showering, but hey, she's actually trapped in some weird ass trap thing, and I need to get to her as soon as possible before she has a stroke or something... No, I'm not planning on peeking into the bathroom, I can do that with my super special phone app, which is also how I know that she's in trouble. Yes, yes I've been the one behind everything.

So what do you do? Try to come up with some excuse to get them out of there? Wait until they're done? Go to Erica so you don't immediately poke holes in your own story?

Knowledge can be the greatest weapon used against a person. That's how it had happened yesterday, when the app had punished all of you. But knowledge can be a sword that wounds oneself as well as others. As you stand there, your hand against the cool obsidian glass of the wall, you try to plan out a scenario where all of the pieces are laid out against you. Where knowledge is more of a poison, eating at you as you try to find any course of action, any way to do what you need to do, while also keeping that knowledge, that terrible secret you bear, from the others.

The weight of knowledge, the weight of sin, is a cruel burden indeed.