After so often imagining the girls naked, awakening and seeing them undressed around him had the peculiar familiarity of a dream. As his weariness faded and his senses sharpened, he noticed the black metal around their waists and throats. He also realised his own lack of mobility: locked in a leaned-back seated position on a padded bench along the wall, also naked, dick at full attention, wrists cuffed to the seat.
Two of the girls were crouched on the ground, seemingly recovering from whatever they had all been drugged with, while the other two of their group only now began to stir, sitting up and evaluating their surroundings. The room was small with dim lighting, the walls lined with octagonal tiles in various shades of grey, with a white padded floor, no doors or windows, and the unending drone of tiny motors. Each of the girls was being subjected to perfectly tuned vibrations, ramping-up steadily, their eyes aflutter with impending ecstasy as the sensations built slowly, and then firmly stopped. He witnessed it happening to one of them after the other, punctuated by a grunt of indignation. Dizzyingly terrified as they all were, it was hard to focus while being so intensely pleasured.
"Vernon, hey are you alright?" asked one of the girls calmly, standing with a wobble and coming to sit next to him. He was still groggy, but after a moment recognised Zoe, her cheeks flush and panting ever so slightly.
"Uhh yeah I think so. You?"
"Well, not really. We're locked in some sort of cage." Said Zoe, matter-of-fact as ever. Out of all the girls, Vernon had the strongest connection with her. When he had first joined their study group, she was the one to sternly insist that if he slept with any of them, she'd know and he would be out. Whilst he considered himself a smart guy, he had agreed to join this group because it included some of the most intelligent people in his college classes. Over the next few semesters he had a bunch of group projects which had the potential to lumber him with lazy idiots, so he had been eager to join and band with the girls for all future projects.
Though Zoe hadn't been best pleased about him joining initially, after working together on a couple of assignments, he had proven himself knowledgeable and they'd landed their best grades to date. He had even stayed true to his promise, hooking up exclusively with college girls outside their group, there was a wealth of them after all. A few late nights in the study room later, they had chatted frequently and become friendlier, until Zoe finally confided in him about the real reason he had been asked to join them.
Ever sceptical and level-headed, Zoe fought the fog of heat coursing through her and surveyed the room alongside him. Amongst the girls, reactions included fury, fear, disappointment and hints of relief, some easier to read than others. Nearest was Kayla, who peered up at Vernon with hungry eyes, just as an orgasm was robbed from her. She had the same gold earrings she had been wearing earlier, complementing her smooth cocoa skin and long jet-black ponytail, but was otherwise bare except for the thin dark metal collar and the device around her waist. Though shaped like underwear, it was metallic and hugged her skin tightly, pleasuring her pussy from the inside and out, just the way she liked. She had been kneeling, gyrating her hips mindlessly and lost in her lust but now was enraged, sitting back on the floor and gripping the device to yank at it, but was sharply admonished by a zap of electricity at her throat. She fell to her back on the padded floor, and Zoe jumped up to check on her.
"Fuck this shit Zoe," Kayla shouted as she got back to her knees, standing shakily with Zoe's help, "What the fuck is this? How did we even get here?"
Whilst Kayla had been looking at Zoe, it was Vernon who answered, "last thing I remember is the study room. It was getting pretty late." By now his vision had sharpened, and it was hard not to let his eyes feast freely. It had been Kayla who took the step to invite him to the group and Vernon had always been transfixed by her beauty. With soft cherry-red lips, eyelashes so long they cast delicate shadows on her smooth cheeks, her visage sparkling with warmth and beguiling intelligence. She played into her looks with a quick humour that danced unpredictably between light flirtatiousness and outright filth. Well dressed and clearly from money, she had an air of regality and applied unrelenting ambition to her studies, with an analytical mind that he admired. More discreetly, he admired her busty figure, short, with wide hips and a prominent thick round ass. Seeing her naked was just as he had pictured, with perky tits and a slim frame, though her nipples were a little larger than he'd imagined.
"Same," she replied, catching him looking with a smirk. "What do they want with us? The constant teasing is infuriating."
"I was worried initially it was some guy locking us here and keeping us ready to use... but then why would Vernon be here?" Zoe mused aloud, gazing at Vernon's oozing erection a little too long, "Plus for a cage, it's strangely tasteful." She continued, gesturing to the premium tiles and the strips of sleek LED-light built into the ceiling.
Even in the dim light, standing beside Kayla made Zoe look pale and tall, but she too was a beauty. Usually she was well-covered up, and with how much she talked about her long-term boyfriend, Vernon had essentially disregarded her as a sexual prospect, but he now realised he had been missing out. With long slender legs, Zoe had the makings of a model's build, with freckles along her arms and the bridge of her nose. She had short brunette hair which reached her shoulders in loose ringlets, framing hazel eyes and a button nose. Her breasts were modest, but what caught Vernon's attention most was her flat stomach, crying out to be touched. Interestingly, her collar was different to Kayla's, with a bright red line running through the middle.
"So, what are you thinking?" asked Kayla.
"I think we're being watched." Said Zoe, noticing that amongst the spectrum of shaded tiles, the darkest ones were well spaced at different angles and heights, made of a different material, perhaps see-through from the other side for lenses to be trained on them, "and clearly Vernon is here for a reason."
Narrowing his eyes, Vernon followed her wavelength, weighing up the logic with care. "Agreed, the electric shocks, the timed stopping of the vibrators, it's a setup for punishment and reward conditioning."
"How can you all even think right now? I'm on the edge of madness here." Said Kayla.
"Me too." Blurted Vernon without thinking, his cock aching from this bizarrely erotic sight.
"Oh poor baby," Kayla teased, only partly in jest, figuring watching them naked moaning with pleasure was a torture of it's own. She reached out and grabbed his cock with her long-nailed fingers and gave a playful sultry look, "well we could sort out one problem at least."
As she did, and even before Zoe could react disapprovingly, there was a sharp negative beeping sound as LEDs embedded in the bench shone red. When Kayla removed her hand, the light vanished. Now Vernon finally felt something similar to their plight, a moment of friction filling him with hope but now left waiting.
"It didn't zap you," said another of the girls from behind, and they turned to look at Cara as she joined their musings. She was perhaps the most alluring member of the group, and one of the best looking girls in his classes. Upon joining their group, he had noted how peculiar it was that all these beautiful smart women had banded together, evidence of human's nature to seek out people like themselves.
Cara seemed at all times to be vying for attention, dressing provocatively and always with a little midriff visible to showcase her glistening belly button piercing. She was more petite than the others, but every inch of her body had the tell-tell tightness of athleticism. Finding the time to frequent both nightclub and gym class in equal measure, then dedicating hours to painting at the weekends to produce commissioned canvases she sold online. People took to her quickly, and her popularity on campus was unmatched, thanks partly to her charm but also so good-looking she was practically magnetic. With chestnut hair, currently tinted slightly red, dark eyes and a bright smile, she had an approachableness to her natural beauty, using makeup sparingly and with skill, always sporting a tan.
"There's a desired behaviour that we haven't found yet." Cara continued with laboured breathing, listening in and finally able to contribute now she was no longer being pummelled with pleasure, "I think Zoe's right too, we're being made to play along somehow."
This was the first useful contribution Cara had made in weeks. While she had secured a full scholarship on her near-perfect grades, Vernon always found her to be out of step with the rest of the group, behind on her reading and occasionally missing lectures. He had learned recently that her growing inability to keep up was the reason he was invited to join them at all. With this new knowledge, over the past few days it had been hard for him to see her as anything more than a liability to their success.
The vibrations were growing louder and it was becoming harder for the girls to think, corrupted by the vibrations as Vernon watched on. One by one, the girls were worked-up close to the point of crescendo, mewling and yelling as they endured the attention on their pussies, before the sensation was snatched away, stopping entirely.
Unable to disguise his staring, Vernon's gaze was fixed on Cara bent over, hand pressed to the wall as she was worked up into a frenzy. Despite having seen more of her skin than most in the group, witnessing her fully naked was unlike anything he could have dreamed up. He finally got to see the entirety of her tattoo, a string of poetry in calligraphy surrounded by flowers that curved down her cleavage, around her side and snaked along her hip to curl at her lower back. Slick with sweat, as her pleasure mounted, she ran her hands down her tight torso until it met the device between her legs and was suddenly struck with an electric shock, yelping with a jiggle of her thighs and B-cup tits.
