snap out of it

As Samantha felt her hand straying it took every bit of willpower she had to not touch that string. She couldn't be a liability or Rachel might just decide to leave her behind.

"Easy girl. bigger fish to fry. bigger. fish. to. fry." As she pulled her hand back checking the feather for any signs of threads or traps, she had to admit that this facility was good. It was already very difficult to not give in to the temptation. a quarter of a million dollars was already feeling like not enough to deal with these urges.

As she looked however, it seemed there wasn't any hidden traps. As she took a breath, she grabbed the feather. Suddenly, there was silence. She hadn't even realized that there was noise, she had been so preoccupied with her fantasies but the buzzing noise that she had been hearing had definitely stopped. Suddenly, the room started to move, or at least all the human furniture did, thrashing even more violently. Fuck. Taking the feather, she quickly and efficiently retraced her steps to arrive back at the door. As she prepared to leave, the room seemed to have settled down somewhat but she could hear the sound of muffled protests from everyone in the room. As she backed out of the room, she could sware she had screwed up somehow but nothing seemed to have gone wrong.

"Well how about that, you didn't get turned into a new couch or a lamp. That's pretty cool."

As Samantha gave a start, she turned to see that Rachel was standing behind her watching.

"You knew?"

"Well duh. Like I said, I had to see what you were bringing to the table. This was the section I did on my last visit."

Samantha was curious. "What happened when I grabbed the feather? I thought I must have tripped a trap or something."

As Rachel gave a wicked smile she walked right to the door and looked in. "You did, just not for you. There are vibrators in those suits. You taking the feather turns them off taking away the little bit of pleasure those losers get to have." As she slowly and cruelly closed the door, Samantha could hear the groans of the girls inside, now denied any pleasure at all. "To the victor go the spoils, losers get nothing. Anyway," as Rachel turned around and pointed to the archway "Let's get going. still gotta get the crystal ball and get outta here."