Karens Betrayal

The hotel had been converted from an old manor house situated in luxuriously maintained grounds. A long drive lined with cherry blossom trees led past a perfectly rectangular lake and ended in a gravel car park with a grand goblet like ten foot high fountain in the middle. The wide stone steps lead up to a double set of oak doors and into a grand foyer with marble floors and a mahogany counter. The beautiful tanned brunette standing behind the counter wore a warm, genuine smile, a smart blouse, skirt, jacket, and a neck scarf. 

As Karen approached the receptionist, she admired the fine surroundings and reminded herself to congratulate her Personal Assistant on finding such a gem of a hotel, yes it was pricey, but being the sole shareholder of a successful software firm, Karen could afford it. The last hotel Cheryl had booked was appalling, squalid even, and Karen had reprimanded her for it but this was much more to taste.

The receptionists' well made-up eyes widened as if guests were unicorns only found in myth and staff induction videos, then her brow furrowed as if trying to remember the correct way to address a unicorn.

“Hello and welcome to Mount Belmont. My name is Fiona, how may I help you today?” she asked with a sing-song voice but slightly glazed expression, seeming to look through Karen to the lush gardens beyond the doors.

“I have a room booked in the name of Stone?”

The receptionist, “Fiona” according to her name tag, paused while her brain engaged. “Yes Miss Stone, we are expecting you and have you assigned to a deluxe suite”

‘Very efficient’, Karen thought. ‘She didn’t even need to reference a computer.’

The thought lingered in Karen's mind and began to dissolve while the blank expression returned to her host, and after a pregnant pause.

Karen looked around feeling a little uncomfortable and added “So, where is this deluxe suite?” with no less than a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. 

The receptionist seemed to make direct eye contact for the first time but frowned again and a pulse of fear made it across the gulf between their minds before her eyes widened again and the smile returned before continuing to sing her routine.

“We serve dinner between six and nine. There is a spa and gym for your leisure and here is the key to your room.” She said, taking a circular device from under the counter and sliding it across the surface.

“Right, thank you, please take my bags to my room, I assume you have Wi-Fi?”

“Our guests have free use of the wifi which has no password, but I am afraid the concierge is… err… indisposed. I can have your bags carried up to your room a little later if you would like?”

“Bloody ridiculous" Karen snorted ,"I’ll sort it out myself.”

The receptionist let out a yelp as if she had been slapped round the chops. Her eyes widened again before phasing back to her glazed smile.

“I am so sorry for the inconvenience. If there is any way I can make it up to you I would be delighted if you could give me the opportunity.”

Karen pursed her lips and gave her a curious look. The initial impression of her efficiency and professionalism was evaporating to be replaced with ‘odd’, and Karen debated whether to tell her so.

Never one to mince words she said “You’re a bit odd aren’t you." Relishing the excuse to taunt the girl.

The receptionist tilted her head slightly forwards as if to speak in confidence but maintained her smile, whispering almost pleadingly “I apologise Miss Stone, please do enjoy your stay, your room is down the corridor to your right.”

Taking the handles of her bags Karen spun round and paced down the corridor.

Unbeknownst to Karen this exchange was entirely different from Fiona's position on the other side of the counter, but how was she to know that Fiona’s legs ached from standing behind the counter for nearly six hours without a break, watching the large clock above the door and the wide view of the open lush green well manicured gardens beyond the hotel lobby. At midday, a couple of hours previously, the large self lubricating dildo that gently hummed intermittently in her pussy went into overdrive for 20 seconds before retracting, the clamp under her scarf attached to the rigid pole shaped perfectly to the contours of her spine disengaged, simultaneously disconnecting the wire to her bra so she could totter through the private door behind the reception counter on wobbly cramping legs stilted upon six inch heels. In the office behind reception, the unsteady girl had found Melissa sitting at the computer managing the hotel operations and staff. Melissa gave Fiona a despairing look and stood up from the chair, revealing another shaft sticking up from its seat and pushed past her without a word to swap places while Fiona ate her lunch.

The drip winding its way lazily down Fiona's leg was a good indicator of how easily the already glistening phallus on Melissa's seat slid in when she sat down, with her bowl of nutrient rich gruel in front of her. Five monitors surrounded her as she put the headset over one ear, the other already containing a discreet earbud. Fiona carefully positioned her six inch healed ankles in front of the automatic cuffs at the base of the chair, which engaged on sensing her flesh coming to contact. Three of the monitors displayed cameras from around the premises, another gave statistics and information such as room and pool temperatures, stock levels, cleaning frequencies, and current assigned tasks, which was all the data required to gauge staff efficiency and offer encouragement if required. The last screen showed switchboard information and calls, incoming bookings and a task list provided by management and guests alike.

Fiona and Melissa had been at Belmont longer than most of the staff, having been broken and rebuilt to the roles they were given so well that they were entrusted with a measure of freedom, to the point where they were increasingly managing the less competent members of the customer care team. 

Fiona knew she probably wasn’t the only one watching the cameras, and was probably being watched herself by Lady Olbeck or Stephen as she wriggled on her seat attempting to find a modicum of comfort. She hoped they didn’t think her surreptitiously adjusting herself on the chair in a vain hope of getting a moment of bliss into her daily suffering. That would be considered play, but this was work time, besides she had agreed to, following a rigorous ‘staff training’ course to being the willing recipient of her stimulation, not the instigator.

Looking over the screens as she ate Fiona could see Penny trying to catch a sly nap on the bed she had just made up, at least she thought it was Penny but it was hard to tell who was inside the tight rubber punishment outfit. The large angry globes of her breasts forced out by the constricting rubber bands built into the chest were a good indicator of which particular girl was wrapped within. Maria lay next to her looking satisfied, even pleased with herself. It looked as though the good Lady's sister had been up to her old tricks, Fiona rewound the video five minutes to see her removing her entwined fingers from the leather clad head and role away to revel in the bliss Penny's tongue had lavished on her.

Fiona used the computer to activate the shock plug wedged in Penny's pert behind, the girl on the camera jerked and rolled off the bed, her chained ankles connected by the stiff steel pole unbalancing her as she tried to stand before immediately losing her balance and landing hard on her back. Fiona stifled a laugh at what should have been her comrade before straightening her back and affecting a serious tone.

“Penny, I am sorry to have to report you to Mistress Bella for your inattentiveness to your duties, for your own good I am activating your punishment plug on 5 minute intervals for the rest of your shift to keep you focused on task”

The rubber clad girl found her feet and a muffled moan found its way around her ring gag as she looked up to the ceiling where she thought the camera might be and some unintelligible gag but obviously speak dribbled over her stretched lips in response.

Maria, still lying on the bed, sniggered in sadistic satisfaction at the maid’s distress.

“Pen, get back to it, and do yourself a favour and don’t screw up again today.”

Another groan poured into Fiona's headphone as Penny dragged her cuffed legs and chained hands towards the open hidden door built into the wall in the room's corner with a duck-like humiliating waddling gait. Fiona watched as she entered the servant’s corridor and the next guest room.

After informing Mistress Bella of the new wenches lack of discipline and sending a quick note to Lady Olbeck regarding her little sister Maria’s antics Fiona refocused on the screens and her administrative duties while she ate her sickeningly boring lunch.

Three arrivals were scheduled this afternoon:  Sam Hatherton, a wealthy businessman whom Fiona recognized straight away as a regular client and a John Doe who was a high paying customer wishing to remain anonymous. Customers were usually aware of the more underground nature of the hotel, but were also carefully scrutinised by management before visiting, the John Does paid handsomely and in doing so bypassed many of the usual checks.

The third was Karen Stone,but instead of the usual ‘Online Booking’ next to her name, the entry had ‘Added by Admin’. Miss Stone had been placed in a Deluxe VIP suite, although her payment had not reflected such treatment. 

‘How curious’ thought Fiona, but she didn’t have an opportunity to contemplate the mysterious guest any further as her counterpart Melissa came back in and grinned at her, having finished her stint and obviously pleased she would not be spending the rest of the afternoon at Fiona's ‘post’.

The second half of the shift passed for Fiona with the usual monotony, apart from an announcement over the general intercom requesting “bell service to room 204”. Room 204 was Mistress Bella's personal apartment.

'Sounds like Maria has pushed her luck a little too far' thought Fiona, and wondered whether there would be any comeback for reporting her, but knowing it could have been her good self summoned to the Mistress’s chambers if she hadn’t done her duty.

Another spell of boredom similar to the morning shift with fantasies of sitting under the oak tree in the grounds before a smartly dressed woman in her early thirties marched imperiously up to the the reception doors, her chauffeur hot on her heels with a heavy-looking wheelie case and bag which he dropped behind her before slinking away. Watching her through the windows as she had approached, Fiona was aware of her heart beating faster in her chest and as the doors opened she was rewarded with the first real stimulation in hours to needlessly focus her attention on a potential customer. It was all Fiona could do to stop her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was powerless to stop the large dildo with its clitoral ears violently announcing the guests arrival by ramping up to overdrive. By the time the six foot blonde reached the counter her tormentor had started to calm and allowed the girl to address her visitor.

“Hello and welcome to Mount Belmont. My name is Fiona, how may I help you today?” Fiona recited automatically.

The check-in went without incident until Miss Stone turned ugly at the thought of having to cart her own bag to her room thanks to Maria’s selfish use of Penny during the maids busy shift and subsequent summoning which left no one to bellhop. Something Fiona would have been happy to do if only to flex her aching legs, lets alone for the tip. Alas the damned stupid pole jammed up her pussy limited her function to front desk. Melissa must have been watching the discourse from the office as a sharp shock was discharged into her wet cunt and breasts via the same pole and the customised bra when the guest had shown her dissatisfaction.

'Melissa, you bitch!' the assaulted reception girl screamed in her mind at the unfairness of it. 'It's not my fault Maria can’t control her lust and restrain her impulse to use every defenceless member of staff for her own carnal needs at whim.'

---

Karen held up the novel silver bracelet she had received from the peculiar reception girl to the electronic lock of her suite. The green light emanating from the gem inset into the highly polished steel flashed three times and the door click-clunked open to reveal the entrance to a room a foreign dignitary would be pleased to be placed in. 

The cream carpet was so thick her practical 2 inch heels dragged through it, and the white walls were decorated with tasteful pictures of indecipherable modern art. Pausing to stare into one invoked memories of cat suits and damsels in old cult TV programs. Although the picture looked like a psychologist's ink smudge at first glance. Shaking her head, Karen moved on to find the entrance leading to a living space with two couches facing a large TV screen above a six by three foot fish tank set into the length of the wall. Behind the couches a round table with iron legs, oak top and 4 solid oak chairs sat with a full champagne bucket and dinner menu.

A set of French doors led outside, and Karen could make out a Jacuzzi on the wooden veranda, and on the other side of the room a set of Chinese double doors on sliding rails half ajar through which Karen could make out the King size cast iron four-poster bed. The ironwork along the tops and sides rippled in an intricate flowing double helix sequence. On further investigation there were ceiling to floor mirrors along one wall, and around a corner an archway led to the on-suite wet room with walk-in shower and separate bath.

After dragging her bag into the bedroom, Karen set to unpacking her things. This routine of turning her hotel rooms into her temporary home had become a ritual when on business trips. Small single use toiletries were unpacked, and with a metaphorical loneliness next to the bathroom sink. Spending most of her time on the road meant men rarely came into the picture and were mostly used for scratching an itch and then discarded the next day. Eating alone was the norm, but while eating out she liked to look the part and alongside the obligatory business suits she unpacked an assortment of evening wear. After flicking through channels before resigning to a short nap she rose to pick out a long black evening gown, draping it on the bed before stripping down and folding her used clothes neatly on the sideboard. Slipping the gown over her shoulders and sitting down at the dresser in the bedroom to fix her hair up and don silver diamond earrings and matching necklace given to her by one of the more amorous lovers she had discarded in favour of a lucrative career. 

To her surprise, the new bracelet accompanied the outfit perfectly.

‘I may keep it’ she smiled to herself, and with stomach rumbling she headed out to find the bar.

—

Stephen watched intently as his latest guest exited her room, he was entranced, switching his gaze back and forth between cameras as she made her way through the labyrinthine hotel he had built. She walked through the bar with self assurance and delicately placing her butt on the stool; the curvature hinted at through the black dress. 

Elated and mind racing with possibilities, Stephen had to meet her. If nothing else than to hear the lady's voice and see if her eyes sparkled as much as her pictures suggested, and perhaps a similar introduction to her charms as the stool was experiencing.

Karen sampled the wine while the expectant barmaid held the bottle of Rioja before nodding her head dismissively to indicate it was drinkable. As the woman filled the rest of the glass Karen noticed the barmaid's slender wrists also encircled by enchanting bracelets but with an amethyst coloured gem. Another difference was the band of the waitresses had a semicircle of silver curving off the midpoints on either side of the wrist. 

Something had caught the barmaid's eye before she turned to the optics behind her and at that moment Karen felt a presence over her shoulder, a tall smartly dressed gentleman had appeared at her side wearing a confident grin. A glass was efficiently placed on a napkin in front of him by the time he had held out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Stephen.”

Karen held out her hand limply ‘as if inviting me to kiss it’ Stephen thought as he gently took the proffered hand.

“Nice to meet you.” Karen replied, suddenly an unnerving jolt went through her mind as if something was very out of place, it took her mind a second to process the source of the unsettling feeling before glancing back to the bar. The barmaid was still standing in front of them, gazing at the glass she had placed on the bar with her hands behind her as if she had frozen on the spot.

Noticing Karen flinch, Stephen quickly thanked the statue with a smile and the re-animated girl scurried off to serve another customer.

“So is this your first stay at the Belmont?” Stephen tried

Karen took a moment to shake off the bewilderment.

“umm Yes. Yes, I am staying here for a few days while visiting clients in the city.”

“And how are you finding it so far?”

“It’s a beautiful hotel, a little eccentric,” she said, making a show of playing with the bracelet. “But very nice nonetheless. Although…”

Stephen tilted his head encouragingly.

“The staff are a little peculiar.” She said pointedly, looking at the barmaid's back as she served another guest.

Stephen followed her gaze back to the barmaid. “Hmmm, I suppose they are but they are looking after you properly I hope?” then added absently “They had better be unless they want more incentive”.

“Huh?” Karen replied

“Oh, well they have a lot of incentives, and their training is the best in the business.” He smiled at his private joke.

“Is the pay good?”

“Something like that, anyway. You must be here on business, what gives your clients the good fortune of your visit? What is it you do?”

“I run a software company, I am in this neck of the woods to get feedback on the latest role outs.”

Although he already knew this, Stephen could not help being impressed, ‘smart and stunning’ he thought. This woman clearly had the world at her feet, and she knew it too.

“Sounds fascinating. I don’t mean to sound sexist, but I don’t think I have ever met a woman running a tech company.”

“Oh, it's true that it’s a male dominated industry, and to be honest that’s what probably gives me the edge”

“What does?” Stephen replied, puzzled.

Karen smiled and thrust her ample chest forward slightly. Stephen eyed her bosom hungrily and laughed. 

“Don’t take these the wrong way, I have been programming since I was 12- I guess I am a bit of a geek too, although not so much anymore.”

“And what about you, Mister…” Karen offered a provocative smile

“Olbeck” Stephen replied

“Olbeck, what is it you do Mr Olbeck?”

“I own a hotel, Mrs?... Miss?”

“Miss” Karen clipped

“Miss Stone.” Steven grinned back.

His heart skipped a beat as he realised his mistake, his grin held as his face flushed.

“Uh, well, a very fine hotel it is too” Looking at Stephen with her furrowed brow. Quickly he raised his glass.

“To successful ventures” He toasted and Karen joined him, 'perhaps she didn’t notice' he thought.

“Would you like to eat with me?”

—

Bella sat back in her comfy arm chair in her dedicated suite, sipped her wine and watched the live video of the bar on her big screen TV. Her feet rested on the back of a naked, ring gagged girl with pendulous globes hanging beneath as she struggled to maintain her position. Penny's knees and elbows were sore from the hardwood floor, the grains of rice Mistress Bella had scattered first and the added weight of her legs had made the agony quickly unbearable. 

Bella wouldn’t normally need a reason to be cruel, but tonight she was annoyed for two reasons.

“How come Stephen always beats me to the pretty ones, huh?” She asked the girl beneath her calves. “Why couldn’t you have worked your slutty charms on him instead of good Lady’s sister?”

Penny groaned and drooled on the floor between her forearms, cuffed together by her silver bracelets with a short silver chain to the integrated hasps. The hasps on the other sides of the cuffs circled two bolts in the floor. Her ankles were decorated with similar jewellery and attached to similar floor bolts, keeping Bella's human footstool in place.

“Instead, your charms…” Bella nudged the weight hanging from one of Penny's stretched nipples with her toe, releasing a small squeal from her charge. “...Landed poor Maria in a time out crate for the night.”

Bella sipped more wine and sighed. If Stephen was going to be sniffing around the Stone woman then she could lose the opportunity to make her move, worse he could succeed in his endeavour and bed the fancy bitch, leading to all kinds of complications.

She rose huffily to refill her glass from the decanter on the side table, but on turning back she saw Penny had flexed forward enough to rest the weights suspended from her nipples on the ground.

“You cheeky little cunt. I can’t turn my back on you for two seconds. You are a slow learner, but don’t worry sweetheart,” she sneered venomously, “I am here to help you with that.”

Picking up a length of rope the Mistress threaded the cord into the frightened girl's ponytail and dropped the other end over one of the many lengths of chain criss-crossing the ceiling. Penny strained her head to see what was happening, mewing and banging her feet on the floor with what little movement they had when she saw the steel hook with a ball on the end which Bella had retrieved from the wall rack of instruments and to casually dip in a jar of lube.

“Hush pet.” Bella cautioned.

Penny let out a sob, but stopped moving. Her arms were aching, her breasts sore and she was exhausted from a long day of constant physical and psychological strain. She just wanted to lie down somewhere, anywhere. Even the floor would be fine. “The spot on the rug at the foot of Mistresses bed, would be perfect, heaven even.” she thought, gazing at it longingly.

Gag speak pleas came from the sobbing girl, but although Bella was well versed in the sub-language she completely ignored the squawks of displeasure as she pushed the ball into the pert rump. Bella attached a second rope to the eyelet on the ass hook and threw it over a ceiling chain to join the first rope emanating from her Penny’s ponytail. A third rope was wrapped around Penny’s chest above and below her breasts, squeezing them delightfully, locked off at the back, and the remaining cord then tied with an adjustable knot to the two rope ends dangling from above. When Bella tightened the rig, Penny’s head was pulled up by her hair and strain put on her anus. Penny found that if she relaxed the arch of her chest then she could just rest the weights on the rice covered floor, but at a painful cost thanks to the added strain on her head, neck and butt, and so quickly rose back up.

Bella huffed off to the kitchen to find something to eat, while the girl dribbled and pawed at the floor dejectedly with her elbows and knees in her wake.

---

Stephen and Karen made their way through dinner, becoming steadily more loose as the evening drew out thanks to the constant refills from the waitress, who seemed to always be lurking over their shoulder, waiting for the last dregs of a glass before swooping in to top it up.

When the waitress once again gracefully retreated, Karen silently assured herself this glass would be her last, and quizzed Stephen regarding the bracelets. She had noticed the waitress had one on each wrist and also a matching silver choker, a red ruby gem in each. 

“I wanted to do away with key cards for access to the guest rooms, and also the RFID tags staff use to access tills and computers.” Stephen replied.

“Because us stupid guests keep losing them?” Karen interjected.

“Precisely. Bracelets seemed like the logical choice because they are unobtrusive and, dare I say, aesthetically pleasing.”

“But she was wearing a matching choker as well, and why two RFID bracelets?” Karen quizzed.

Stephen chuckled. “Just how the uniform turned out for the staff I suppose.”

“But what do the male guests wear? I’m sure they don’t take kindly to being put in ladies' finery!”

Stephen rolled up his sleeve and showed Karen his own wider leather version of the bracelet, a blue gem mounted upon.

“Ah, very modern” She said with mocking appreciation.

“Thank you” Stephen grinned roguishly at her and continued, “how about desert? I am sure a woman with a figure as beautiful as yours doesn’t indulge in it enough.”

Karen felt herself blush as Stephen seemed to command a waitress over the briefest glance and asked for the menu.

“You’re very flattering, but if you think a few flattering words are going to get me to agree to come back to your room tonight then you don’t know me well enough yet.” Karen ran a nail down the menu in front of her, coming to rest on a double chocolate gateau with strawberries and cream.

She tilted the menu to Stephen and smiled wickedly. “This, on the other hand, knows me very well and we find each other very agreeable.” She said while tapping her nail to the laminated page.

“Well in that case, perhaps it can chaperone us.” Stephen said with delight..

---

They wasted no time getting back to Stephen's apartment, where Karen was blown away by how forward he was. It was not the usual gentle, timid touching, exploring and undressing after awkward first kisses. As soon as the door closed Stephen forcefully pushed her back to the wall and raised her arms above her head, before one hand came down to grab the hem of her skirt, brushing her sex in the process and causing her knees to buckle in lust before regaining her footing in time for her pinned arms to be released so he could lift the dress over her head in one motion and re-pin her wrists with one hand, whilst the other roamed her curves.

In animal response, Karen's breathing became throaty and her hips ground forwards to find contact. He undid his belt and kicked off his trousers while biting into the smooth taut skin of her perfumed neck, savouring the scent as she gasped. He then placed his palm on the warmth between her legs and easily slipped his two middle fingers in. Delighted with how wet Karen was, he rewarded her with a rhythmic rub over her g-spot, retracting back and sliding forth over and over so the heel of his hand would pressure and rub over Karen's clit before his fingers penetrated again.

Karen could feel the climax building as her intimate muscles tensed around him, but all too soon he stopped, his hand pinning her hands to the wall above her came down to join his other, first dropping his trousers, then lifting and spreading her thighs around his back to effortlessly lower her onto his solid prick. The gasp and moan of pleasure pouring wetly from her lips caused his erection to tighten and pulse within her as he ran his nails down her back with one hand while squeezing her tight behind with the other. He couldn’t resist gently pushing against her rosebud, to which Karen responded by biting hard into the muscle of his shoulder rather spoil the moment with verbal complaint.

He growled and thrust forward, slapping Karen back into the wall to elicit a moan and a squeeze from the firm thighs encircling his waist.

In the morning and not long after dawn broke, the sun risen to cast a bright white light through the windows accompanied by the menagerie of songful avians, Karen lay exhausted, following only a few hours of sleep. After exploring Stephen's Kamasutra, they had made their way outside onto the veranda to the private hot tub where he had held her, letting the gently bubbling water seemingly cleanse them of the repeated acts as the high receded to contentment.

Sighing at the dawn chorus calling her to attend to her reason for the trip she rolled over, but a gentle but firm hand around her waist pulled her back. Stephen nuzzled her neck as his insistent morning erection also nuzzled between her cheeks.

“Ha” Karen let out a shriek of laughter followed by a groan before clawing his arm off of her waist and getting up.

“Good morning” He said before looking pointedly at the tent she had abandoned in the covers

Following his gaze to his prick. “And good morning to you.” she purred playfully. 

“Where are you leaping off to?”.

After slipping the evening gown back over her shoulders, she leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for a wonderful evening my dear, but duty calls.”

“You can use my bathroom, you don’t have to go” Stephen smiled

“I have my first appointment at ten, and I am going to need a bucket of coffee before that.” Karen replied as she rummaged around under the bed for her knickers and shoes.

“Will I see you again tonight?”

“Perhaps, I will be here all week, but I think I am going to need some time to recover…” She replied trying to sound more hard-to-get than had already been demonstrated, and then examining the bruises on her arms and legs before absently adding “... or perhaps we could do something a little less physical”.