Hushed, frantic energy vibrated through the halls of the convention center. At this hour of the night, most of the crowds had dispersed into various gatherings behind locked hotel-room doors. Even the nightly rave had started to clear out; what few dancers still remained on the floor flailed out in a drunken stupor, their artificial energy pushed forth by unknown substances.
Though Kendra's plot had begun at the thinning dance-floor, her controlled steps now carried her toward the all-night video arcade. On her way, she drifted past small crowds, each huddled near the edges of the seemingly endless corridors between Kendra and her destination. Each little group seemed focused on a different hobby: some had decks of cards at their sides, others hand-held consoles in their grasps, but most just conversed through dazed speech.
Through the journey down the well-lit hotel hallways, Kendra couldn't help but notice the lack of females in every gathering she passed. This logically resulted in numerous male glances which stalked her curvy frame as it passed them by without so much as a fleeting glance.
For other girls at the convention, the unbalanced dichotomy might have been cause for mild discomfort. But not for Kendra: she was well aware that the balance of power tilted heavily in her favor. The lack of female presence was one of the main reasons she chose these environments - anime conventions, comic conventions, etc. - as her hunting-grounds. Even capturing the alpha male of the herd was like taking candy from a baby at one of these things.
The men never stood a chance.
Fresh eyes fixated on Kendra as she finally stepped into the arcade, a flurry of digital lights and sounds instantly bombarding her keen senses. Even this early in the morning, the arcade was bustling with a kind of distorted, fresh energy. Drifters would stroll in and suddenly find the technological wonderland rejuvenating their weary bodies. In this place, everyone could seem to scratch their particular itch. Everyone, except for Kendra. Her itch was locked up a few floor above her with several vibratos strapped to its drugged cock. Through the artificial lights, Kendra's vision worked to identify the shadow-cloaked figures occupying the arcade, looking for a familiar face. Even in this world of pulsating colors shooting out from every angle, the area remaining surprisingly dim..
Finally, she narrowed her attention towards a large crowd, this one not focused on any of the bright machines placed around for all to enjoy. Instead, this crowd was centered around a single female, clad in a black leather corset and matching, tight pants. Her bust nearly flowed out of the restrictive top. The woman was tall and loomed over almost everyone around her, even as she was sitting on the floor. Quickly pushing her way between the fixated - mostly male - crowd, Kendra now found herself standing before the domineering figure. She shot a quick, curious grin down at the sitting, leather-clad goddess. The blonde beauty looked up at Kendra and instantly recognized the devious curve spread across her plump lips. Communicating without words, the woman jolted up from her spot -- to the dismay of the mass surrounding her -- as a wave of desire spread across her skin.
Kendra had already made her way out of the arcade and was a few steps down the hall when the tall woman caught up to her, the two girls now walking side by side. Any weary, male eyes that had the pleasure of crossing paths with the pair found themselves inextricably draw towards the sight.
"Evening, Iris," Kendra let out finally, seeming more interested in making her way back to her prisoner than exchanging formalities.
"So you caught yourself a good one?" Iris responded, her eyes locked straight ahead, following Kendra.
Kendra considered Iris something of a mentor, though she wouldn't ever be sure if that was the right word to describe the relationship.
Almost one year ago, a younger, more naive Kendra had found herself at a similar convention to the one the two women currently strode through. It was there, at a particularly depraved hotel party, that she was first introduced to her would-be mentor. That weekend, after a long, drunken conversation, Kendra and Iris bonded over their shared interest in femdom and eventually found an unwilling subject to "experiment" on.
Iris showed Kendra things that weekend that she hadn't before imagined in even her most depraved fantasies. From then on, the duo formed something of a hunting party. It was at the local conventions that they would stalk their prey.
As Kendra took in Iris now, walking next to her, even she felt a small shudder run across her spine. Despite sharing some of the more intimate moments of her life with this tall goddess, Kendra was always keenly aware that she knew very little about Iris as a person; mostly, all Kendra knew were rumors. Some were good, some were bad (depending on your perspective); Kendra even heard that Iris had once fucked her own step-brother just to get herself off.
It wasn't just the height of Iris that made Kendra now feel smaller with each step they took towards room 215.
But despite the hint of fear that Kendra buried down inside of her, she undoubtedly felt new excitement taking over her. She knew that her victim was writhing in wait, hoping for some kind of release upon her eventual return. Instead, he'd find himself in an entirely worse predicament than he could imagine.
The two women now marched lockstep towards the hotel elevators, their long locks a bobbing mixture of blonde and brunette.
"Room 215... I think you'll be pleased," Kendra went on, biting her lower lip gently.
"We'll see."
* * *
Alex's thighs had been compressed for the last half-hour or so, the muscles tense in an futile effort to withstand the three vibrators racking the swollen skin of his purple cock head. His puckered lips were a river of drool that crept down his chin and neck, eventually resting on the bed sheets underneath. In the last ten minutes or so, the edges of his vision had start to give way and he found the world shrinking into a tight corridor as the minutes ticked by.
He had long since stopped screaming to conserve energy.
Even worse, Alex had lost count of how many orgasms had trickled their way from the tip of his drugged cock. The forced sensations almost didn't register to him anymore as Alex's entire existence had been slowly consumed by the humming vibrations strapped tight to the head of his aching sex. Since his tormentor had abandoned him to her devices, the trap had ground any remaining sense of self down into a distant memory.
All Alex was now aware of was the physical, and the pain, and his artificially sensitive shaft.
But no matter how battered his mind and muscles became, his cock adamantly stood firm against the storm. It never wilted, constantly producing the steady flow of cum that the bound vibrators seemed to crave. His eager cock continued to feed them his seed, his shaft a shimmered, slick rod that seemed determined to touch the ceiling.
Time was even becoming somewhat of an abstraction, as Alex's fragile perception clung to simply surviving as long as he needed to take in his next, gagged breath. It was the only thing he had left to focus on outside of the carnal nightmare relentlessly driving him towards utter despair.
And it was during one of these fevered groans, that might be considered a breath, when something new entered the prisoners ears. It was far away, but distinctly different from the berating humming that still filled the room. Alex tried to focus, but the blackness on the edge of his world seemed to only creep in tighter, clouding any accuracy his failing facilities still retained.
Suddenly, he was acutely aware of two shapes moving before him.
The two women, now having entered the room with the door locked snugly behind them, peered upon the spoiling plaything sprawled out on the bed before them, bound and teetering on the edge of madness. Their eyes seemed to trail up him simultaneously, examining the situation at hand before finally stopping upon his desperate gaze.
Both of Alex's eyelids were nearly closed, and his right eye almost seemed to be glancing at the wall to his side while his left darted strait ahead.
Iris licked her lips and looked down between the tight, cramped thighs restrained and spread out on the mattress before her. Though she'd never admit it out loud, she was quite impressed with how far Kendra had pushed her victim. The vibrators were a nice touch, and from what Kendra had let slip on the way up to the room, Iris deduced they must have been at the toned body of the captive for
at least
the last hour.
In addition, this plaything she'd let Iris in on was most definitely an impressive find: he was tall, fit, and worthy of even a regular fuck under normal circumstances. Unfortunately for the prized possession, normal circumstances had passed him by some time ago.
Finally, Iris' gaze locked onto the slick shaft perking up into the open air as she observed, "It's a good thing you fed him the drug, otherwise there would be nothing left of him at this point."
Kendra corrected back, "I don't think that's ever stopped you before."
"Can't argue with you there..." Iris responded quietly, leaning in towards the source of the constant hums filling her ears. Just then, a fresh spurt of precum bubbled out from the tortured tip and ran down the length, painting it with a new, shimmering coat.
Iris couldn't contain herself. She threw her head back and let out a delighted squeal.
"Damn! Look at that thing go!" she let out now in a pleased laugh, "Ok, go ahead and take that thing off of him for now. I'm assuming you've got all the usual tools here?"
Kendra quickly obeyed.
She picked up a nearby towel off the floor and used it to remove the rubber bands from the punished cock as the still-vibrating spheres fell away from the shaft with beads of semen streaming off of them. In one motion, she gathered them into the towel and shut them down, eventually placing them onto the carpet.
Alex had only been halfway aware that the assault had seized upon his battered body. Most of his world was a heavy pounding produced by an intermingling of his rasping breaths and fresh blood now pounding its way into his cock. The raw skin produced a renewed pain that gripped Alex fiercely.
To Kendra's surprise, Iris went to work on cutting the bonds around that captive's wrists and ankles, but not before unstrapping the thick rubber cock protruding from his mouth and tossing it to the floor.
"Why don't you just untie them?" Kendra couldn't help but remark as she curiously watched Iris slash away the first thin, black rope from Alex's left wrist.
"Never did like fooling with knots, you know I don't have the patience for it," Iris answered back honestly. She was ready to get this piece of meat untied and into position, and she didn't want to wait around for it. Over the last few hours, she had to endure the crowd of slobs in the arcade while waiting for Kendra to bring her something good; Iris was more than ready to play.
As his limbs fell free one by one, Alex instinctively brought them towards his center. Eventually, he found himself curled into something of a ball, hot blood pulsing its way back into his liberated body. Drowning in this heat, the corners of his vision began to press out just slightly as something resembling consciousness seemed to flow softly into him.
Then his world shifted.
Iris had taken hold of his body in her strong hands; even in his daze, Alex was a little frightened by the strength coming from the 6'2" woman as she flipped him easily onto his stomach.
