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.
