With sudden force I snap back into the reality which holds me captive. I am sadly not even confused. It seems as real as anything else, despite it’s multitudinous artificial qualities. There is still something kind of hot about being trapped here, though… About not knowing how I’ve come to this place, and having less idea still of how such a place could even come to be. It’s hard to see why, but there’s even a mysterious something that turns me on about not knowing who or what has taken me… Or how, or why they are holding me.
It’s so strange here, but not necessarily in an unappealing way… Of course I want to escape. Of course I do. I just can’t resist a mystery. I have to know more about this place. I need to, and not just because I want to find a way out of this ridiculous confinement. I want to understand it, to find some secret that concisely explains what this.
I am so fucking horny right now. I have been so turned on since I got here. Two days of constant arousal and spontaneous erections. An intoxicating sense of sexual urgency permeates the air. Not quite a scent, almost tactile, almost like a subharmonic tone ringing the atmosphere. All of those things maybe? Some of them? None? It’s penetrating and pervasive. Whatever it is, it is convincing, confusing, and very, very persuasive.
A part of me loves it – the energy, the excitement… the easy recovery – but I know that sooner or later it is going to become a problematic distraction. It’s not like my sex drive was particularly restrained before, and this doesn’t seem like a great time for my mind to be so scattered.
There’s a kind of haze here between me and reality, and one which is only selectively permeable to my senses. It is a challenge to think straight, my cognitive capabilities constantly being overwhelmed. The dried cum on her inner thighs reminds me exactly how impaired my decision making really is. I’ve never met her before last night. I don’t feel like myself here, and it’s unclear if I’m acting like myself. I don’t know if I like it… but it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m starting to have a hard time remembering the way I used to be.
‘Yes, I know. Fine, fine. Out of bed, then. I’m moving…’ I silently mutter to myself.
With a sigh, I heave myself upward and off what could only charitably be described as the ‘bed’. This is not a bed fit for a human. Or a dog. Maybe a cat… They’ll sleep on whatever. It’s pretty much a mattress on the floor. More specifically, it’s a thin futon mattress on a couple of disused forklift palates, presumably there to promote airflow, and to prevent mold and pests. Seems like a pretty good barometer of how ramshackle things are around here, but at least someone thought to put it on the palates. Last night we used our clothes as pillows, and used each other when we got cold.
“…You leaving?” my companion asks me, her words accompanied by a yawn.
“Just going to do some exploring. Nobody seems to be able to tell me anything about this place, so I’ll have to do my own investigation.” I say.
“Oh… Okay,” they say through their morning fog, then turns over and goes back to sleep.
For the next few hours, I wander. Aimlessly at first, as though navigation is impossible. After a time, the wandering turns to meandering, and eventually into a brisk walk accompanied by mindful observation. Moving my body seems to help me think. It’s easy to forget, but I actually love walking. I hate florescent lighting, though. The coolness of its headache inducing color. The way such lights buzz as they flicker and glow.
The door in front of me has deteriorated with age. Its frame is sunken and slanted, and what remains of the paint is minimal; a few white flakes clinging to wooden panels which grayed with age years ago. What’s inside is of more interest than the door, though. Where I thought I would find another disorganized jumble of desks and general classroom disarray, I find a small chamber with stairs up, and another door. The door was special. Metal painted gray, wide, and heavy. This door was important because it had a window in it. Small, reinforced with wire, but a window looking outside. It doesn’t seem to lead to the beach… All I can see is ocean, with the tops of tall grass at the bottom of my frame of view.
For a moment I am lost in the sight of the sea, but my gaze is broken by voices from behind me. A bit of giggling, and some chatter, but nothing of interest. I turn around in time to see three people descend a few steps and turn the corner. The do not even look at me as they pass me. One of them is wearing a cute skirt, but the others are completely naked. The one in the skirt pivots and begins walking backward down the hall in front of the others as she talks. She playfully grabs the hard cock of one of her friends and gives it a few quick jerks as they move, then grabs her other friend’s breast and teasingly pinches her nipple. This elicits another giggle from all three of them as they wander onward.
That was cute, I guess. In the weird sort of way I’ve come to expect since my arrival. I half roll my eyes at the peculiarity, but really I’m just letting them lag behind me as I turn toward the stairs. As luck would have it though, they stay in range of my ears for a while. The stimulation of their giggles and knowing that they are both naked and that I find each of them very appealing is eroding my control. That guy has an utterly extraordinary cock. If it didn’t mean confronting some things in myself that I don’t really have time for I’d have stopped and asked him if I could play.
After a minute or two longer their voices start to fade as I put distance between us. They have clearly stopped for a moment to relieve some tension. The tone of them changes, along with their voices. There is a lot of laughter, and a bit of moaning. Seconds after, it switches to a bit of laughter and more moaning. I turn and looked back to see that they were so entangled that they probably didn’t even know I was looking. Watching, really. Of course, I am transfixed by this.
Once again I’m struck with by the truly unbelievable nature of my surroundings. For a moment I wonder if an overwhelmingly heightened sex drive is all that’s happening. ‘My kingdom for an MRI or an EEG…’ I think quietly, getting ahead of my own analysis by half a dozen important steps, for instance finding someone who could operate those machines and someone who could accurately interpret their results. For a few moments I observe from my current position, but I feel a familiar pull to move toward them. At first their attention is fixed on each other, but as I near the end of my approach I step on a fragment of a rock which both inflicts significant pain on my foot and makes a truly awful sound on the hard vinyl tiles of the floor. Not a blood curdling screech, but a nauseating, many layered scratching that was certainly bad enough.
The sound called everyone’s eyes to me but froze every muscle in their body not needed for that motion. They looked at me, but only shrugged. With very little warning, both of the women he’s with extend an arm toward the center of him palm first. Disinterested as they are by the impact they are only moving their own bodies, and in so doing displace his accordingly. He is thoroughly staggered and slams against the wall behind him with force.
It didn’t seem like this was unexpected behavior, but the look on his face was still one of surprise. A second later though it melted into a smile, and then to a foolish grin. One immediately took hold of him at the base of his shaft, and the other seized him by the throat. Neither one took care to do so gently. In fact, when she took his throat his head thumped against the wall and he had winced in a certain amount of pain.
Totally unconcerned by his comfort, they both started to do whatever it was they wanted to do. In the skirt on the floor one of them descended to her knees before him as she continued to stroke his cock faster, and faster still. It’s hard to tell from this distance but I think that their friend is closing her grip around his throat. I step forward again, and this time she speaks.
“Hey. Who are you?”
“Hey,” I say, and tell her my name. I think. Close enough at any rate… probably. “I’m new here, so this is all still kind of new to me.”
“Oh, I see. Do you want to watch?”
“Definitely.”
“Good,” the one with a cock in her hand tells me, “Please touch yourself if we want.”
His slight, feminine voice chimes in with “Yes, please.”
“We like performing.”
“Oh really?” I ask, with excitement in my voice. Some faux, some true.
“Yeah! We actually do a show every other Wednesday in the auditorium.”
“I should check that out.” Now my enthusiasm is entirely real.
“Please do,” he says, “The bigger the crowd, the harder I cum.”
“It’s true. One time when we had a packed house he filled my mouth up so much it looked like I puked on him when it all spilled out.”
“That’s… Weirdly hot,” I tell her, “I just have two questions.”
“And what are those?” She asked, tightening her grip on his throat.”
“Where’s the auditorium, and, when is Wednesday?”
“Um… What?”
“I’m very new. I know nothing about… wherever I am.”
“Oh. The auditorium is at the top of the hill, past the second building. As for your other question, Wednesday is tomorrow. Everyone who arrives here is taken on a Tuesday… Is this your first day?”
“It is.”
“Well I hope you’ve been getting a warm welcome.”
“I certainly have.”
“Good. Just watching for now?”
“For now,” I say, smiling at her halfway implicit invitation.
She smiles and returns her focus to what she was doing. Her grip is so strong he is obviously focusing on his breath to make sure it remains unrestricted. He holds his neck perfectly straight and takes slow, steady breaths. The tips of her long fingers are almost touching the wall. As she constricts his airway just enough to make him turn only minutely red, her friend puts the head of his cock in her mouth, but she doesn’t stop stroking him.
Seeing what they’re doing to him is fucking hot. I’m touching myself as I watch, and I didn’t even notice taking hold of my rock hard shaft. For that matter, I didn’t even notice getting hard. My attention is locked on the beauty in front of me. Even just my hand feels amazing right now. I’m slick with precum and I absolutely love what I’m witnessing right now. I didn’t even know that I like this until right now. ‘I guess I should branch out in the porn I watch whenever I get home… If I get home. This isn’t such a bad place…’ my thoughts are quiet for a moment as I get lost in that idea, ‘No. Don’t think that. Just watch this show and then get back to working on a way home.’
Trying to listen to myself, I return my focus to the strangers before me. He is in ecstasy, and they are deeply enjoying tormenting him. His eyes slam shut, and he holds them so with seemingly unnecessary effort. The woman with her hand on his throat kisses him now, using her other hand to run her nails down his side like claws. Five red marks streak across his ribs, one of which looks like it may actually be bleeding a little, though I can’t really tell. The way his breathing is changing I know he’s getting close, and I’m excited. In fact, I find myself increasingly excited to see men ejaculating in general. Like, way more. Still, I suppose this is a special circumstance. It’s so… primal, but it also seems loving.
“Yeah? Do you like that you little slut?” she asks him loudly, straight into his ear.
He nods.
The other stops sucking him for a moment. “Yeah? You have to tell us you like it.”
“You have to tell us you want it.”
“Or we’ll stop.”
He nods again, this time more vigorously. With effort he manages to whisper the word “Yes.”
“‘Yes’ what?”
“Yes…” he says raspily “I want it. I want…” he takes a moment, “I want you to make me cum.”
They both smile. “Mmmmm… Good.” They speak in unison, harmonizing in an unexpectedly appealing way.
She steps above her skirted friend and stands with her legs as far apart as she can without sitting on her head. Instead, she simply presents her almost dripping wet pussy to her for attention. Since she is now obscuring some of the action I change position so I can see everyone’s faces as well as possible.
From my new vantage point I see the lower of them has turned her head upward to lick the beautiful pussy above her. She puts reaches up and puts her hands on her hips just her long tongue touches the swollen and sensitive clit hovering mere centimeters above her. The figure above her shivers, but doesn’t falter. Seeing that she had taken the mouth away from her male, she took hold of his cock and began stroking it herself. It almost looked as though she was supporting herself by holding onto his throat and cock while the other girl made her knees buckle.
The images before me are taking their toll on my ability to restrain myself, and my hand will not stop what it is doing even if I asked nicely. As she jerks him off upward at her own pussy and their friend’s tongue she keeps choking him. She looks at me for a second. With the thorough tongue fucking she is getting interfering with her composure, the look on her face is wildly different from anything I’ve seen yet. “Like what you see?”
“I do. Thanks.”
She closes her eyes for a moment and lets her head fall back. When she opens them and locks her gaze on me again she says “You’re so fucking hard…” almost breathlessly.
“It would be a challenge not to be, I think.”
“Hey…” she says with mischief in her voice, “Do you want to handle is throat for a second?”
“Um…”
She turns back to him and looks down slightly. “Open your eyes,” she says. He does, and she raises her hand on his throat, bringing his gaze to hers. “Is that okay?”
He looks over at me for a moment, then back at her and nods, gagging himself slightly on her hand. She looks at him expectantly, loosening her grip slightly. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
The look she gives me is an instruction, and I walk toward them. This movement is the only interruption to my masturbation. As soon as I arrive at their side I take hold of my cock and his throat. As I stroke myself and choke this stranger – a man, at that – my mind is fighting to understand what’s happening and why I’m doing this, but it is continually overwhelmed by desire and instinct.
She smiles at me, then without turning back to look at him, very suddenly, she slaps him in the face. Not lightly, either. Again. This time she looks at him. She keeps this up until the end. Every few seconds… Slap! The sound fills the hallway. He groans each time. She is jerking him off incredibly fast, and incredibly hard. It’s time. She’s decided. Another slap. This one is harder.
“Fuck!” he yells.
A voice from below asks “Already?”
“Yes! I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck…” He takes a deep breath and holds it in.
She stops what she’s doing with her mouth, wraps it back around his cock and takes over jerking him off again. Suddenly there’s a hand over mine, assisting my grip on his throat, and we smile at each other. He tenses up and goes completely silent. We know he has started to cum. She keeps slapping him in the throes of his orgasm. Harder than before, too. He is screaming in pleasure now. She turns to me and kisses me. It’s a deep, passionate, fun, tongue twisting kiss. It’s amazing. Our hands on his throat halfway lace together as we choke him.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I say, caught completely off guard by the intensity of the situation.
“Oh, okay. Hold it for me just a minute longer. I need that.”
“I’ll try,” I say, clenching every muscle I have in the area.
She looks back at him, gives him a good squeeze as I relinquish my grasp, and asks “Is that good, baby? Are you done?”
He isn’t able to respond but a thumbs-up comes from below, she turns her attention to me. Despite the signal she gave, the other keeps sucking to make sure she gets the final drips of him. With the signal to go ahead, she bends over and swings her leg around so as not to accidentally collide with anybody. Once her knees are under her she breaks my grip as she seizes my shaft and puts the tip of me in her mouth. She starts jerking me into her mouth and at this point it’s looking like there is really nothing I can do to hold back but I’m still trying. Behind her I see the other girl stand up, take him by the throat and making him give her eye contact. He nods, but moves his arms in front of his face just as she spits his huge load back at him. The hot cum splatters across his arms, chest and neck. She flings his arms out of the way, tightens her grip and slaps him repeatedly.
“Was that good? Did you like that you little slut?”
“Yes. I love all the things you do to me.”
“Good,” she said as she put her hands on the back of his head and drew him to her, bringing his mouth to her pussy, “Then show me how much you appreciate it, whore.” He does as he is told. She is so turned on that it doesn’t take her long. He’s also probably pretty good at getting her off since it seems that they likely are regular partners.
“Can I do something to you?”
“Sure,” I look down, “Whatever you like.” Apparently I’m feeling adventurous.
“Really?” she asked with eyes alight, “I’ll keep that in mind in the future. Alas though, doesn’t seem like we have time for anything too involved, do we?”
I shake my head. She just smiles at me, reaches between my legs and puts two fingers inside me. She does it as smoothly as possible, but as abrupt as it was it was still quite painful. Not so much that it set back my orgasm by more than a few seconds, but it was enough for her to stand halfway so as to reach my throat and walk me to the wall. Her grip was more than firm, it was outright crushing, right away. I’m not even sure if I should trust her to be safe with me, but I’m in it now, and I really don’t want to stop.
As soon as they are embedded deep enough in me, she curls her fingers to press on the exact spot. Like, the spot. The pressure, the direction, the tease… the mystery of the combination, maybe. Something she did there set something in motion. It wasn’t exactly like before. It’s like a fuse burning through me, until it reaches a perfectly placed powder keg.
All the cum in my body floods into her mouth in three spurts, but the majority of it in the first. I have no words for the pleasure I’m feeling, but I vocalize something. It’s half yell, half snarl, and half screeching laughter. It’s so strange that having three halves isn’t weird at all by comparison to the sound itself. Probably not that hot, but it’s honest.
I’m impressed by how completely she keeps it all in her mouth without swallowing. This wasn’t a normal orgasm. I could feel how much there was. She looks at me to ask if I am done, and I look down into her icy eyes and nod with a bit of a shiver. She pulls a way and shrinks to find a place under him in his current position, and immediately takes him in her mouth. She hasn’t swallowed.
He is obviously incredibly sensitive, as his hips jerk violently forward, shoving his cock into her expert throat, while he is held up by hands holding him where he needs to be. This continues for a little while as I am recovering, and as I am really coming out of it I see that he is shaking violently, and his eyes are rolling back. She puts three fingers in his ass, at least as abruptly as the two she had put in me. Of course that’s it for him. He cums again, in her mouth already full of my cum.
Knowing what she plans to do with it pushes her friend over the edge, who cums on his face. Her whole body is violently contacting, aiming all her energy to one spot. She doesn’t squirt exactly, but there’s a slow flood of ecstatic joy from her pussy that half fills his mouth in two or three pulses, then runs down both sides of his face. When he is allowed to stand again it runs out of his open mouth onto his chest. The very instant he is upright he is shoved against the wall by two palms once again, and at the same moment as impact a mixture of two huge loads is sprayed across his body as well, running down his front to his legs, and forming a white ring around the base of his still mostly hard shaft where a rivulet of our cum splits in two.
“Well, that was fun.”
“Yeah, see you tonight, babe.”
With no other words to him, they started walking away, but seeing the way I’m looking at him they speak as they pass me. “Oh, don’t worry about him. You should just leave him there.”
“You – We live on the second floor, northeast section.”
They had gone on before I had a chance to say that I didn’t know where that was, but I also couldn’t care that much at the moment. That was, as expected, amazing. It was just also a hinderance to my primary goal. A small voice in the back of my mind is asking when we’ll see them again, and what else we might do to each other.
Not wanting to linger in the awkward lack of words that filled this corner I decided to move on with my investigation and start up the nearby stairs. They are a little too wide and a little too shallow. The kind of stairs that are a lot of extra work to ascend because they are too obsessed with their architectural and visual appeal. This whole damn building has that air about it, but it’s too run down to actually be appealing. Whatever it was once, it’s just a giant hole above ground now.
Second floor – finally. The only way up those stairs is to trudge, and I hate trudging. As I move around up here, it quickly becomes clear that the layout of this floor isn’t remotely similar to the previous. More classrooms, but organized strangely. Across the halls from them are often what seem far more like office spaces. There are five hallways extending away from the stairs. It’s hard to imagine what is supporting all the various wings, but the topography and geology of the cliffside elude me for the time being.
The main change is the lighting. There are more windows up here. At least on some sides of the building… I can only see the ocean from those I’ve seen outside, except one bank where I can see a rocky outcropping leading to a lighthouse. It’s actually quite a picturesque lighthouse, but it doesn’t provide any information that’s at all useful for the moment. In the next room, I find something better than gold, though. Something which is profoundly useful. I am excited about this. It’s a fucking notebook. After a cursory investigation I find it is mostly full of old physics homework, but really advanced physics… Probably not comprehensible to anyone who isn’t at least most of the way through their doctoral program, or just a genius, I guess. So not me, obviously. I really only understand enough to see how far beyond me it is.
Viciously – perhaps too viciously – I take hold of the spiral and rip the used pages from the book and toss them on the ground. With ten or twelve pages left, I have plenty to start taking notes and making a map. If I can find a pencil, at any rate. Even a pen. Preferably not anything that requires an inkwell, but really anything would do at this point.
Moving on, I saunter down the hallway, scratching a tally of rooms onto the cover of the notebook with a shard of broken slate from a blackboard which hadn’t even a fragment of chalk on its ledge. As I make each mark I am sure to sort them into columns by type – classroom, bathroom, closet, office, etc. The end of the hall leads me to another stairwell, but I pass it by until I’ve checked the other wings.
The rest of the floor is ultimately no different than the first section. It doesn’t stop me from looking around, but I head upstairs after finishing a comparatively cursory look. As much as I’d like to start really investigating, a lay of the land seems more important than beginning a detailed examination. I wander the third floor a bit, but continue to the fourth before I have a full idea, and then the fifth.
As I enter a room close to the top of the stairwell I almost squeak aloud with excitement as I see something out the window. A fragment of a second later I realize that it is the same lighthouse, and I sigh so intensely that I literally hang my head. This was somebody’s office. The desk is large, and heavy. Metal and very fake wood. A filing cabinet style drawer, and… a pen! A cheap, gnawed on, nigh disposable, ballpoint fucking pen! I am so happy I don’t even care that I didn’t find a new landmark like I thought. Dropping the sharp fragment of slate feels almost celebratory as I tuck the end of the pen into the spiral wire and return to my exploration, dedicating myself to check through the whole floor.
In the next couple of hallways, I hear the familiar sound of giggling. Around here it seems like the most common first indicator that there might be other humans around. The general feel of apocalyptica-chic that permeates the building mocks the entire concept of interior décor. It also makes it easy to forget that other humans even exist when I haven’t seen one for a while – and I haven’t.
I turn the corner and for just a moment I am startled. Mildly, but I am legitimately alarmed. There’s a person. I haven’t seen anyone for three floors – and three floors is a long time when systematically exploring such a peculiar and unnerving labyrinth as this. Badly slanted floors always add a specific quality to places like this. The imagery of the environment is somehow changed by the lack of right angles and parallel lines. I pause to consider how strange yet completely predictable it is that someone would show up just as I am thinking about how empty the place is.
Despite my intentionally light step, the floor predictably creaks beneath me just as I step into full view. She turns quickly, and I startle her as well. ‘Wait, what the fuck?’ I ask myself. I recognize her too. Every step I wander and corner I turn is increasingly suspicious. At this point, the level of my incredulity is very high.
Has she wandered up here too? Is she as curious as I am? You know, like you’d assume any human capable of cognitive thought would be. I really hope I’ve found someone who knows even the smallest detail about what the fuck is happening. Or someone else who at least cares. My step is loud enough that she notices. She turns, and notices me. Wait… There is something familiar here. ‘Is she?’ I scrutinize her for a moment. ‘Yes. She is. What the hell is happening?’ Someone else I know… This is becoming absurd. It has become absurd.
“What are you doing up here?” she asks, obviously startled.
“Just some exploring,” I tell her.
“Really?” Her voice is inquisitive, “Why is that?”
As though it is objective fact, I state “This place is fucked up.”
“No kidding,” she answers with pseudojovial relief, “I’m glad to see that you’re noticing so quickly too. You’re new, right?”
“I am. How did you know?”
She shrugs and says “I was on the beach when you washed in the other day.”
“Oh. That makes sense I guess,” I say, “So, what brings you to this particular spot?”
Pointing out the window, she says “This is the only window I’ve found so far that I can see something besides ocean from. Other than other parts of this building or a pretty inaccessible looking lighthouse, anyway.”
From this window, I can actually see a mountain, and some tropical terrain of swamps and jungles that run between it and the beach. The mountain is quite tall. Tropical, lush and bright green at the bottom, it fades to a darker green, until gray stone and a hint of snow disappeared into a cloud.
“Do you even know what this place is called?”
“I did… I mean, I think I do. I just can’t quite remember at the moment.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s strange. I have been having a problem with my memory since we got here.”
“We?” I ask her.
“Oh, yeah. I washed up on shore with a friend from home.”
“Anybody I know?”
“Unlikely. Her name’s Helena. She was my roommate in the dorms freshman year. Sadly, she’s gone native already. Three weeks, and it’s hard to tell her apart from the constantly fucking drones that seem to inhabit this idiotic place.”
“Interesting…”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see the appeal, though. It’s not an unattractive existence, assuming you could get used to a privacy free lifestyle.”
“Yeah. I’ll admit that I am feeling that pull as well. It’s unnerving.”
“It really is.”
“Well… In the interest of pooling our knowledge, is there anything else you can tell me?”
“Not really,” she tells me, “Not at this time. All I can think about right now is how I’d like to fuck you.”
I smile at this. “What a coincidence.”
