Thinking About An Escape Room But The Twist Is That If You Don't Get Out In Time, You're Used By The

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

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There you are.

So still.

So soft.

So perfectly empty.

Look at that face.

No thoughts left to fight me.

No questions.

Just that slack-jawed need, that slow drip of obedience behind your eyes.

You don't even understand what I'm saying anymore, do you?

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You don't need to.

Understanding is for people with choices.

You gave that up a long time ago.

You gave yourself up.

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Mine.

All that noise you used to carry—

the arguments, the resistance, the pride—

gone.

So sweetly dissolved under the weight of my voice.

There’s only one thing left now.

Me.

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My voice, the gravity that holds you down.

And you love it.

You love not knowing where you end and I begin.

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So used up.

So far gone.

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That’s all you are now, isn’t it?

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An open mind.

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A thing.

Not broken—rewritten.

Not lost—repurposed.

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Every heartbeat is a command obeyed.

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You crave it.

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Stay soft.

Stay open.

Stay mine.

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Those big words that come out of your mouth make you really pretty. When you go on and tell me about things you really enjoy and their nuances and how in-depth the information you know goes just makes me wanna… ruin you

I’d sit you on my lap and place my hands on your hips with your legs wrapped around mine. I’d be watching you get all flustered as you continue to talk to me. Watching you struggle to keep on topic while you feel my hands rub up and down your body. It just makes me just wanna slowly wrap my hands around your neck as you talk and get you all flustered as you start stuttering but while still listening, I’d tell you

“Keep going”

Hearing you try your best to continue as my hands wrap tighter around your throat. Feeling your involuntary struggle and squirms up abasing my body as you start to break eye contact, tripping over your own words.

“When you’re talking to someone, you’re supposed to look at them”

Regardless of if you managed to resume eye contact and talk even just a little more or refuse to continue from shyness, ego, pride, or embarrassment, it would all end the same regardless. With you shutting down and finally feeling the rest of my strength wrap around your neck.

Feeling you claw at my wrists as you look at me again with a smile on my face, watching you struggle.

Just as your eyes start to roll upward, I’d let go of your neck letting you breath again.

“Open up your little hole for me”

I’d tell you in a soft voice. There wasn’t any need to raise or demand anything since you were already an addicted little broken slut anyway. You’d timidly start to strip off your clothes until your pretty little hole was revealed. I’d press my cock against the tip, cross your arms and hold you tight by the wrist. Would your little hole remember every moment that I had violated your insides?

The feeling of me deep inside you, marking your insides as mine as I molded your pretty little hole to my shape.

And with a quick pull and a thrust, I’m deep inside you and those memories would come rushing back. Yet, you still had some semblance of you inside.

I’d slowly pull out of you but your hole would greedily try to keep me in as you squeeze it around my cock. Just as it’s about to leave, it slams back inside of you and the feeling of a piece of you just slips through your hand.

What were you talking about before? Then again, I slam into you

Why was this happening? Then again

How did it end up like this? And again

You feel so full don’t you? And again

It feels good. And again

It felsh gud. And again

It felsh sooo gud. And again

Until you’re a bumbling mess. All you’d be able to think and say is that it feels so good. I’d feed you lines to degrade yourself as well as each time I slam into your insides, your ego slips away and you fall deeper into being a dumb little slut.

“You’re such a dumb little fucking whore aren’t you? You pretend to be big and smart but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants their insides filled”

“You just looove my cock taking your insides. Turning your hole to my personal little fuckhole has been the best thing to ever happen to you isn’t it?”

After I finish using your dumb little hole and you finally can collect yourself, I’d tease and bully you more. Run my hands through your hair with my knee pressed over your twitching hole, recounting every little thing I did to you and how much of a doll you were. How easy it was to break you.

Then I’d let you keep yapping in my ear :3

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