The Tourist Trap Ch 03

It had been months since Quinn had seen Meena, so it was infuriating that they were now in the same flat but still hadn't actually seen each other face-to-face! At least she was with Will, decidedly better than when she had been trapped alone. She hoped Meena felt the same sense of relief with some company, now locked in the bathroom with Ellen. Things had grown chaotic quickly, but Will still seemed calm: his hands fixed in his pockets, eyes off in the middle-distance, his mind presumably elsewhere. Irritating as it could be, she reasoned that his calm sensibilities may be beneficial at a time like this.

He noticed her watching him, "Are you alright?" he asked timidly, afraid of the answer. He couldn't help but glance at the uncharacteristic collar she was wearing, fighting the urge to allow his gaze to drop any lower. Strangely the contrast to her usual attire somehow complimented what little she was wearing.

"It made me put it on..." she explained, in response to his unspoken question.

"How?"

"It wouldn't unlock the doors unless I put it on and... I was hoping to get out in time to warn everyone." she felt foolish recounting it to him. Making poor decisions in the heat of the moment was precisely why she preferred to always be prepared. "Earlier you said there was something important in that folder you were reading?" she asked, reminded that she had seen him and Ellen reading it earlier.

Will seemed startled to have been asked, Quinn didn't typically consult him. Nodding slowly, he led her unhurriedly over to the kitchen, and she did her best not to let her impatience get the better of her.

"Look," he said resting his hands on the white folder still splayed open on the counter. "It's the house rules." He pushed it slightly towards her along the counter and she read it with her hand to her mouth:

'1 - Masturbation is strictly prohibited

2 - Wearing clothes is not permitted unless otherwise instructed

3 - There is a set curfew at 22:00 for the duration of your stay'

Quinn hadn't let herself think too much about why this was all happening, but now it was clear. This wasn't about getting a few pictures of girls changing on vacation, this was some sort of sick sex game. They were trapped here as the unwilling participants.

"There's some other stuff too." he continued, turning the page to an overview of various sexual positions, as if photocopied from the Kama Sutra. They were so graphic that Will went to turn it over immediately, but Quinn held out a hand to stop him, the sudden skin contact feeling inappropriate. They both pulled away a little too quickly, their eyes dropping to the page. Quinn scanned the diagrams. They all involved a man and a woman, or multiple women, as if each had been chosen specifically for the make-up of their group. Her heartbeat quickened, and she was infuriated to find herself growing wet at the notion, trying her best to control the speed of her breathing so that Will didn't notice her arousal. Her wedding ring felt heavy on her finger.

Will turned over the next page, then another, finding the item he was looking for: a diagram of the door, with five keys slotting into the centre. It provided instructions of how to access the panel in the door, and outlined how it worked. It seemed they needed to collect all five keys to open it. "The front door's locked. We're trapped in here unless we..."

"...play along," she said with revulsion, goosebumps prickling up her back. "We can't be trapped in here. We can't." She backed away from the counter, darting toward the window and seeing that now the blinds were lifted, behind it was just a pane of lit glass. Not being able to even see the outside world made her begin to hyperventilate, only sending her further into panic. "We have a flight, I mean we have jobs and... we can't be stuck in here! We're paying to be here!"

"Quinn, Quinn!" he yelled, his unusual loudness startling her as he grabbed her forearms and held her still. She froze, her eyes lined with the beginning of tears, "It's gonna be okay. We can figure this out."

She nodded unconvincingly, uncomfortable with him being so close given how little she was wearing, and with his warm skin on hers it felt too intimate. She went quiet, steadying her breathing and bowing her head to evade his eyes. Soon the frenzy began to fade and she felt her head grow heavy, allowing her forehead to rest lightly on his shoulder, her ponytail drooping forward onto his neck, basking in his calming aura.

* * *

"Are you coming out or am I coming in?" Ellen asked, stood in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, where Meena was naked and speechless. Breath kept catching in her throat as if she was about to say something, but it never came. It was strangely endearing, and Ellen found herself enchanted by Meena's natural beauty. Having only known Meena a short time, an attraction had grown quickly, the kind that built up a great yearning to see her naked, fed by the occasional short skirt or slight hint of midriff on a night out. Now Ellen got the benefit of the entire package, full soft hips and impressively firm round tits, her skin a smooth creamy coffee colour, inviting her to caress it.

The tense silence was broken as Ellen's eye was drawn to a drawer sliding open in the bathroom behind Meena, lined with white LED lights. She pushed into the room, barging past her friend, curious to see what was inside and not disappointed by the contents.

"Wha- this was different a moment ago." Meena mumbled, looking down to see that the drawer contained the same white key locked under a glass hood in the centre, but now two collars provided either side of it, her white one and a red one.

"A collar for each of us... how kind." said Ellen. Meena didn't like the way that sounded aloud. Frightened as she was, she was perhaps more perplexed by Ellen's apparent excitement, reaching in to inspect the contents one at a time, "We need this key." she explained, drawing on what she had learned in the guide book, "There's five of them. We need them to open the front door."

"We're locked in?!" Meena cried, eyes wide in alarm. Ellen nodded, disinterested in recounting the whole tale. She returned her attention to the drawer and lifted out the red collar, admiring the quality of the soft leather. It was much nicer than any she had owned herself. Bringing the item to her throat, she swiftly placed it into position and clasped it on.

"What are you doing!?" Meena exclaimed, snatching Ellen's hand away a moment too late. The collar was loose, resting mostly on Ellen's pronounced collarbones.

"Come on, this could be fun!"

"What are you talking about? This isn't a game, it's a fucking trap. We have to find a way out!" Meena cried, stepping back as if her companion's surrender might be contagious. She tried the door Ellen had come in from and found it had swung closed and locked while they were distracted.

"Yeah? You want to resist? How's that going for you?" Ellen quipped, allowing her eyes to roam the length of her friend's nude body to illustrate her point, "Look, I read the rule book outside. It's some kind of sex game. I mean yeah, it's fucking crazy, but it doesn't seem dangerous." As she continued, she could tell her schpiel wasn't having the intended effect on Meena, only growing more agitated at the new information. "Will is gonna have to play too you know." she added, looking away to allow Meena to make the connections on her own.

"He can't see me like... this." Meena mumbled, meeting Ellen's eye in the sink mirror. She had waited so many years for him to make a move that she had imagined it countless times. In her mind, he suddenly realised her beauty at a bar on a group night out and offered to walk her home. Her naked body was an unveiling, and his mouth was all over her, his touch sensual and hungry. She ached for that moment, convinced it would materialise whenever they were alone together. Like earlier last year standing drunkenly in the smoking area of a nightclub, or three months ago as they cleared up together after a house party. Meena gave him her best doe eyes, wore her best ensembles for him, and yet he always kept a distance. His eyes always trailed off towards some other girl, someone more loud and obvious. If Quinn was around he never seemed to take his eyes off her. His lack of action only fortified her imagination, always telling herself it would come next time.

"What are you worried about? You look amazing." Ellen stated, "I mean, what's the worst that could happen? You've tried it your way already." she added, lifting out the white collar and offering it limply to Meena. On the plane ride over, Meena had shared countless stories pathetically pining for Will over the years. It had seemed tragic to her at the time, but now that Ellen had met him she at least agreed that he was worthy of the adoration. Physically anyway; she had found him dull otherwise. She hoped he had a good sized dick, she was well overdue a good hard fucking.

Meena eyed the collar suspiciously, looking from her friend to the leather item. Even though it fit Ellen quite loosely, it was kind of hot seeing her friend with the red band around her throat, especially as it coordinated so perfectly with the red nails on her hands and feet. Evidently they weren't getting out of this room unless she complied, and she was already sick of being stuck in here so long. "Fuck it." she declared, snatching the collar and clumsily putting it on as Ellen watched on encouragingly. Meena only now noticed the white collar matched her own nails too.

"Well," Ellen uttered with a sigh, "Travelling is all about new experiences!" admiring themselves in the mirror side-by-side. Before Meena could shoot her a menacing glare, she recoiled as the strap around their necks quickly tightened to fit snugly. Ellen's grin only widened at the revelation.

With a click, the glass lid over the key unlocked, prompting Ellen to reach into the drawer and open it. She took out the key to admire it. The craftsmanship was quite beautiful, with intricate swirls etched into the painted white metal all along the body. It was an impressive prop, and for just a moment Meena felt like they were in an elaborate escape room game, rather than a depraved sex trap. Perfectly on cue, the drawer slid shut with a tinny whirring, the LED border of lights blinking off. Seconds later, the drawer beneath it lit up and began mechanically opening. This one was empty, the wood inside it itched with a large symbol in the shape of a t-shirt and skirt, the number two in block text next to it.

Meena stared down at it puzzled, but Ellen seemed to instinctively know what it meant, reaching back to unzip her dress, then letting it slip off her slender shoulders into a heap on the ground. Ellen wasn't wearing a bra, the hills of her chest firmly and lightly jiggling as she moved. Meena stared at her incredulously, watching in awe as her stunning friend shimmied off her panties until they were both naked. She was flawless, so skinny that the outline of her ribs lined the sides of her enviably flat stomach. She was bare except for a trim line of pubic hair between her legs, the colour matching her head of springy chestnut curls.

* * *

Will and Quinn's calm embrace was interrupted suddenly by a mechanical whirring coming from the other side of the kitchen island. They pulled suddenly apart, the disturbance making their intimate moment feel illicit. Quinn met his eye nervously, then went over to find the source of the noise. The bottom drawer was sliding out of the kitchen island on the side facing the living room. LEDs around the opening draped light across the nearby furniture, and Will and Quinn moved over to examine it, the glow illuminating their faces.

It was a large drawer, the kind designed for pots and pans, but the inside was empty except for an icon printed on the flat panel of wood. Quinn stared down at the black outline of a t-shirt and skirt, with the number two beside it.

She peered over to where the white folder still lay open on the counter and murmured, "Rule two..." to herself. She had anticipated a moment like this since reading that they were forbidden to wear clothes. Looking over at Will, she knew it hadn't quite twigged for him yet. She wondered how it would force them to do it, curiosity and suspense hot in her chest, a thrill in the air. Her throat began to feel tight, and for a moment she thought maybe it was panic until she realised it was the collar. A mechanism in the collar was retracting the leather through the clasp, tightening it like before, but this time with considerable force, leaving her gagging and spluttering. She flailed, steadying herself on the counter and falling haphazardly onto one knee as she clawed against the leather. The touchscreens chirped all around the room, a message flashing up to ensure that Will could follow along too:

"Please comply with rule two"

Despite the alarm on his face, Will's movements were still slow, considered. He read the message, but didn't appear to have processed what it meant, "Quinn, what's going on?" After her initial panic subsided, she sprung into action, tugging her panties off amid her struggle to breathe, then fumbling behind her back for the clasp of her bra. Will froze as he saw what she was doing. Coming slowly to her aid, he went behind her and carefully worked each of the connectors free from her bra. She shimmied if off, the collar finally relenting as she stood bare.

Taking a deep swig of air, she groaned with relief, standing up and using Will's shoulder for leverage. She was still too relieved to be uncomfortable that her lingerie was in a pool on the floor around her feet.

Just as she began to regain her composure, the collar choked her again. Her hands grappled for her throat, Will reacting more severely this time, "What now?! Quinn?" he spluttered. Without enough air to give him instructions he looked helpless. He was so used to relying on her and she felt all the sadder for not being able to support him. She tugged weakly at his shirt, preoccupied with her fight for air, still able to suck a little oxygen despite the increasingly tight grip. Will connected the dots and began reacting with speed. He kicked off his shoes, yanked his clothes over his head, flicking off his bracelets, and hopping on one foot as he removed his jeans. It was a flurry of movement, perhaps the quickest Quinn had ever seen him move. He tossed his shoes and clothes towards the drawer, bumping her as he snatched up his socks and her underwear to throw in too, ignoring the aroma of her wetness as he went. In seconds it was done, and the drawer closed silently on its rails as Will attended to her, pressing his hands to the sides of her hips as the collar loosened. She coughed and gasped, steadying herself on his arms and letting the shakiness settle.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" he was breathless, nearly as desperate for air as she was after his speedy performance. The knowledge that the collar could choke her at any time weighed heavily on them both.

The bathroom door flinging open caught both of them off guard. They stepped swiftly apart as Ellen and Meena emerged, both collared and completely naked. Will's mouth dropped agape, and Meena froze in place. The veil of self-assuredness she had tried to feign vanished in an instance. It was as if her limbs were trying to cover her modesty of their own accord. The attempt at confidence looked forced and uncomfortable on her, especially aside Ellen, who stood tall with her shoulders back, presenting herself proudly to an audience.

"What happened in there?" Quinn asked, her voice squeaky in disbelief.

"Same thing that happened to you I presume," Ellen replied flatly, nodding towards her dismissively, "Though we got a key out of it." She threw it over to Will with a nod. He caught it, examining it for a moment before offering it for Quinn to look at, but she had already left him, padding over to Meena with open arms.

"Hey? Are you okay?" said Quinn with heartfelt concern, approaching her to embrace her but then thinking better of it. Even though they had lived together, they had never been the type to see one another undressed - they didn't have that sort of friendship. It felt weird now to be so close wearing so little.

Will watched on in slack-jawed amazement, his eyes feasting on the three gorgeous women huddled together. Now they were in such close proximity, their similarities and differences were more apparent, and his cock solidified as he studied them. Quinn was dazzling as ever, perfectly poised, with her bobbing ponytail, pronounced collarbones and the glint of her jewelry. She was the most athletic of them, with a bounce to her bum and the outline of muscles slightly visible along her abdomen. She had not a hair out of place, with considered and soft movements, her hands delicately splayed out by her sides as if she may float off at any moment. Ellen's confident rawness intrigued him, her movements brash and excited. She was a bit taller than Quinn, slimmer too, with long slender legs, a tiny waist and modest breasts.

What neither girl had was the curvy appeal of Meena. She was short, with full breasts and a drool worthy thickness to her bum. Her coffee skin and brunette features were a potent combination, creating a dark smokiness about her that suited her characteristically furious temper. Seeing her for the first time with her hair down and untamed, with no makeup to hide behind, he was struck by just how pretty she was, but her look was soured as Quinn approached her excitedly.

"I'm fine, Quinn - what the hell have you gotten us into?" Meena barked, anger coming over her suddenly, she could feel too many eyes on her bare body, her bare face. Quinn's surprised expression only annoyed her further, "We told you we should just get a hostel, but no, you had to go deal-digging as usual! Did you forget to filter out sex prisons from your search?!'

Ellen backed away, moving over to the monolithic front door to examine it. Will's cock twitched at the sight of her supple behind, finding it difficult to tear his eyes from it.

"What!?" said Quinn, eyes wide and stance defensive to mirror Meena's, "You really think I did this on purpose? Don't lash out at me because you're upset, all I did was book an apartment."

Will's eyes darted from the girls arguing to Ellen, her delectable naked body drawing him in. He felt the sudden urge to draw her in silhouette, turning to where he had left his sketchbook on the couch and seeing it had vanished. He wasn't surprised, but it saddened him to know he was without that comfort. It was a bigger loss than his clothes. He hoped he would get it back eventually.

"Well I don't know what you've done, but you have royally fucked us all here. We're trapped!" Meena went on.

"Well I'm not exactly thrilled about that either!"

"Well you seemed just fine out here playing house with Will, while I was half-frozen and alone in a glass cell!" she yelled, suddenly realising the weight of her own jealousy. Quickly snapping her gaze away and turning her back on Quinn, she managed to hide the wobbling of her chin and the reddening of her face. Quinn gave up and backed away. She knew how to deal with these type of tantrums, but the look on her face told Will that she had forgotten what the experience felt like.

As the girls went quiet, his attention was drawn back to Ellen. The indents in her back invited his touch, even from all the way across the room he felt he could reach out and caress her smooth milk skin. She didn't notice him ogling her, too focused on the door: studying the wood and running her dainty fingers along the grain. Finally she found purchase on a section of the wood, the plank running horizontally through the middle of the door clacking open on hinges. Behind it were five equally spaced keyholes along the newly revealed panel.