A visit to the turtles

When you opened your eyes both Anna and Sam were gone. A handwritten note on the bedside table said that she had woken up early to check out the fox hunt area and that she’d see you around. She’d also left a spare room key for her room that had a “;)” written on it.

You had breakfast in the dining hall on the ground floor. The servers were all trapped in place by cuffs around their ankles chaining them to the floor along with “one bar prisons” that were essentially poles sticking up vertically from the floor with dildos on the end, set at the right height to be fully inserted into the pussy or ass of the person trapped rendering them unable to move their lower body. While some of the servers seemed to simply accept their position, others looked visibly uncomfortable and stood up as tall as they could on it, and a couple of them seemed to actively enjoy it, bouncing subtly up and down on their dildos. Cum seemed to be a readily available condiment.

After breakfast you took the cart over to the main part of the park, and once inside you found the reptile house without too much trouble. It was a chill place, with relatively small exhibits containing one or two “lizards” or “snakes” or “tortoises”, which of course were humans in latex suits approximating their animal.

The sign for the largest exhibit read:

“Galapagos Tortoises:

These slow moving reptiles may seem like easy prey but what they lack in speed they make up for in strength and defense. Get one on its back and you are it’s owner for 24 hours. However, if you fail to do so then you must spend 24 hours as livestock for milking.”

Confident in your abilities, you step into the room through the entrance. A timer behind you starts counting down from 5 minutes.