Escape Game

It's already more than thirty minutes that I finished my first day of work as a housekeeper in this hotel which is mainly frequented by sex workers during their work hours. And yet I'm still present in one of the rooms that I cleaned as best I could earlier in the day.

For the last fourteen minutes, I've been on my knees, giving a blowjob to a complete stranger, wearing an extremely provocative outfit that I was compelled to put on in order to arouse this dirty pervert as much as possible.

It is my new boss, the hotel manager, who convinced me to voluntarily participate in a very unusual escape game. In order to obtain my consent, he showed me a video of a very large room in which my barely adult daughter is currently completely naked and trapped in an extremely restrictive and humiliating pillory. He then explained that I could free her remotely from this metal structure and this place in less than an hour, but that if I failed, the huge cage containing numerous very menacing men would open automatically, inviting them to join her and take full advantage of her three orifices, which she is now offering against her will.

According to the countdown timer of the machine which stands in a corner of my room, I now have only forty-five minutes left to save my daughter from the unbearable. In order to rescue her, I'll have to provide this mobile laboratory with three different doses of semen in a very specific order. The first will have to be mixed with saliva, the second with vaginal fluid, and the third with a minimum amount of feces.

Unfortunately, I am well aware that this is most likely a lie and that that evil manager has, in any case, planned to offer my daughter to many perverts. However, in the current circumstances, I have no choice but to do everything I can to try to save her from this terrible disgrace.

The old obese black man, who clearly seems to be at least as old as my own father and whom I am currently giving a blowjob with as much disgust as determination, is probably the ugliest and most vulgar man I've ever had the opportunity to meet up close. Even more annoying and unpleasant for my throat and nostrils, he is unfortunately extremely well-endowed and pays little attention to his personal hygiene. His genitals clearly haven't seen soap for quite some time.

This disgusting fatso who insults me endlessly is particularly brutal with my overly heavy and voluminous breast which I've had to highlight against my will with an indecent leather harness that now tightly constricts the base of each of my tits, making them look even bigger than usual.

Like right now, that jerk also regularly slaps me to punish me in line with his insults and to make sure I listen very carefully to whatever else he has to say.

— You dirty little slut! You like that, blowing my big black dick? he asks me, before letting me stop sucking him off for just a moment so I can answer him.

— Yes, Sir, are the only words, along with "Thank you, Sir", that he allows me to say when he's waiting for a reply from me.

Very soon after he arrived, that bastard made it perfectly clear to me that he would not tolerate any further verbal intervention on my part, warning me that if I did, he would leave immediately and thereby giving me absolutely no chance at all to save my daughter.

As I can feel that this old pervert isn't far from cumming, I increase even more the rhythm of the awful blowjob that I've been giving him since he joined me in this room. Even if this bastard demanded that I give him very long deep throats until now, he very fortunately now accepts that I keep his cock inside my mouth. Which will allow me to collect every drop of his cum and thus continue to hope to rise to the vile and difficult challenge that has been imposed on me.

Still rather naive for my age, I will only learn later that he was mainly eager to let me taste his semen which he had intentionally made as unpleasant as possible by eating mostly cauliflower and asparagus during his last substantial meal.

While my tormentor eventually ejaculates onto my tongue and the back of my palate, I make sure not to swallow a single drop, because the quantity, according to what I've heard, is also important for this first dose of sperm. So I do my best to extract as much as I can from him by very gently caressing his balls, as if my life depended on it. And I do this even if I'm well aware that it might make me look like a total nymphomaniac craving cum. Which is exactly what that bastard doesn't hesitate to tell me right after he finished cumming.

— What a big slut! Now you've got what you wanted, he says very sarcastically before slapping me once again very hard.

Now that this creep is starting to lose his hard-on, I rush off to spit out everything I've collected into one of the three test tubes attached to this weird machine which also informs me that I have only forty-one minutes left to achieve my goal.

I then quickly go back to that bastard and realize that, unfortunately, I'm going to have to give him another blowjob to get him hard and to lubricate his huge cock enough, because my vagina has remained hopelessly dry despite all numerous attempts to get myself aroused while I was sucking him off a few minutes ago.

To have the slightest chance to get what I want, I have no choice but to do everything I can to arouse my tormentor as quickly as possible. And that's exactly what I'm doing right now, by acting extremely submissive in response to another extremely humiliating provocation from him.

— Do you still want my big dick, you dirty slut?

— Yes, Sir.

— You sure do have a nasty whore's mouth!

— Thank you, Sir, should I then reply, as if he had just given me a real compliment.

Fortunately, his cock quickly regains its hardness. Most likely thanks to the various techniques my ex-husband forced me to learn during those all-too-many years when I had to satisfy him in many ways, or else face a very severe beating.

Now that this fat guy is ready again, I straddle him and push his cock deep into my vagina, which, unfortunately, isn't lubricated at all and is even less prepared for such a large penis. The intercourse that follows is therefore very painful. Which, of course, prevents me to quickly increase the tempo.

I then close my eyes to imagine a sexual partner who is much more attractive and charming than this horrible person, who, unfortunately, continues to squeeze my breasts in a very unpleasant way.

Just when I finally start to feel a little excitement through the power of my mind alone, that bastard slaps me again very hard. He then demands that I keep my eyes wide open for the entire duration of our intercourse, warning me that if I don't, he'll leave immediately and make sure my daughter will pay dearly for it.

Fortunately, this brief mental escape allowed me to produce a minimum amount of vaginal fluid, without which I certainly wouldn't have been able to speed up my intercourse which now seems to perfectly satisfy this bastard who continues to insult me.

— With a slut like you, your pimp would be well advised to organise a gang bang for you very soon. In fact, I'll suggest it to him this very evening, he says, clearly expecting me to thank him for that appalling proposal.

— Thank you, Sir, I must reply, thinking of the horrors these men might inflict on my beloved daughter.

This vile creature then roughly grabs my nipples, before gradually pulling on them to make me lean forward until our mouths are close enough that he could force me to kiss him greedily, as if I were desperately in love.

For more than five minutes, our tongues and saliva mix in a terribly disgusting way. Despite the extreme revulsion this causes me, I nevertheless try to moan a few times in order to make him believe that I'm enjoying this vile experience. And, of course, with the sole goal to help him ejaculate again as quickly as possible.

As this hateful intercourse lasts much longer than I feared, I almost find myself missing my former husband, who I finally had the courage to leave just two months ago, and whose sexual practices were particularly violent and degrading. That horribly shameful thought then makes me cry. Which, luckily, arouses even more my rapist, who quickly ejaculates deep inside my vagina.

Soiled as never before, but also relieved that this horrible embrace is finally over, I stop kissing him. Unfortunately, that bastard holds me forcefully against him before telling me that he expects my sincere gratitude once again by thanking him heartily. Which I do immediately, as best I can, despite the humiliation it represents, because it's absolutely essential that he let me quickly deposit this new dose of semen into the second test tube.

The humiliation then reaches new heights when I have to straddle that famous test tube in front of that filthy pig, using my fingers to extract the most of his semen from my vagina.

When I later find myself back with this nasty guy on the huge bed which takes up a considerable place in the middle of the room, I naturally panic at the thought of the anal sex I will have to endure with that enormous phallus, which is currently flaccid. To get him hard again and to lubricate his cock sufficiently, I have no choice but to humiliate myself once more by taking him into my mouth and down my throat for already the third time. The challenge is obviously very difficult, since this old bastard has just ejaculated twice in a little over half an hour. Which is already quite an impressive performance for any healthy young man with a normal weight. That said, I remain determined and resolved to do everything I can to get him another erection and a third ejaculation before the end of the allocated time.

Unfortunately, none of the techniques I had used until now seem to work anymore. With obvious reluctance, I then begin to softly lick his anus, just as I often had to do with my ex-husband, who also liked having his anus penetrated as deeply as possible with my tongue.

Miraculously, this old pervert then quickly gets another hard-on, which should allow him to sodomise me without delay. Unfortunately, he decides otherwise and demands that I continue to work on his anus with my tongue for several minutes.

The experience is especially degrading for me because that fat pig clearly didn't think to wash his crotch before he came. Which is, unfortunately, perfectly understandable, since by cleaning him myself right now with my tongue, I'm able to wash his anus far more deeply and efficiently than he could ever have done with a simple washcloth.

When that bastard finally agrees to assfuck me, after having informed me very humiliatingly that he was doing me an incredible favour, I realise there are barely sixteen minutes left to rescue my poor daughter. With just one hand, I guide his cock to the entrance of my anus, which I try to relax as much as possible. Despite my apprehension, I manage to push it all the way in quite quickly. I probably should be grateful to my ex-husband for that, as he stretched my anus excessively by sodomising me several times a day during the last twenty years. Without delay, I then begin another coitus which is unfortunately quite painful as my saliva is far from sufficient to provide the minimum lubrication required.

The minutes keep ticking away and unfortunately, my anus is getting more and more painful. I've certainly never had the opportunity to get my ass pounded by such a huge cock, but it's mainly the lack of lube which is causing me horrible pain. So now I have no choice but to stop this dreadful assfuck in order to suck that dirty guy again and cover his cock with as much saliva as possible. Which will then allow me to resume my deeply humiliating and unpleasant anal sex at a much faster frequency.

Despite the new languorous and supposedly loving kiss we have been sharing for the past few minutes, this bastard unfortunately doesn't seem to be on the verge of cumming and filling my rectum with his semen. At this point, I'm afraid I don't see what else I could do to motivate him and get him even more excited. I would be well tempted to denigrate and insult myself, as I've often had to do with the father of my daughter, but this obese bastard clearly warned me a little less than an hour ago that he would only accept very short phrases from me, such as “Yes, Sir” or “Thank you, Sir.”

With only four minutes left before the end of this ordeal, the panic pushes me to accelerate the tempo and to squeeze even harder the dick of that bastard. The immediate result is that my suffering increases once more. For the first time in nearly an hour, the physical pain now outweighs the psychological torment caused by my submission and my voluntary participation in my own rape. And in the end, only the horrible thought of not having done everything I could to save my daughter allows me to tolerate this suffering.

While I think I did everything humanly possible to get a third dose of semen, the machine is now beeping to let me know that I failed miserably. My many efforts to satisfy that bastard were therefore utterly futile.

Feeling both appalled and relieved that it is finally over, I naturally put an end to this horrible sodomy. I then try to get up, but that doesn't please my repulsive partner who stops me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back.

— It's not over between us. You wanted my cum, and that's what I'll give you, I promise, he says, this time taking the initiative of a very rough assfuck which, thankfully, makes him come less than two minutes later.

With a satisfied look on his face, my tormentor then watches me cry bitterly, before leaving the room and being immediately replaced by the hotel manager, who smiles broadly and wickedly. At first, this awful man reassures me, in a way I could never have hoped for, by pointing out that my daughter had not really been in any danger, since the device supposedly analysing my rapist's semen was a fake and the video showing her in a very compromising position was just an extremely well-made product of artificial intelligence. Using his smartphone, he then proves to me that I had been shamefully filmed without my knowledge for an hour by various cameras hidden in the room's furniture and decorative items. Then he doesn't need to explain to me that a montage of these perfectly real images will be enough to convince anyone that I am the worst kind of slut and a real prostitute. Finally, he tells me that my parents and friends will never be told of my behavior and that my daughter's honour will be preserved as long as I will obey him completely.

After giving me a moment to digest this deeply traumatic news, my blackmailer informs me that he has just used my own smartphone and my personal messaging service to tell my daughter that I won't be home before midnight, because I've been given permission to work extra hours, as will be the case every evening from today onwards.

This bastard then makes it clear that I will never be paid for those working hours, other than with the promise that he will not bother my daughter and will not make public my apparent perversity.

Just before leaving me alone in this room, with nothing to wear but that awful body harness and those cheap thigh-high boots, my pimp tells me that from today onwards, I would have to do my very best to satisfy my clients, because word of mouth will be the only way to generate good publicity, without which he will very quickly be forced to fire me, with all the disastrous consequences that this will imply for my daughter and for myself.

This bastard had barely left that two uniformed police officers enter the room and immediately jump on me to handcuff my wrists behind my back. They then take my fingerprints and several photographs of my face, on which there are still obvious and deeply humiliating traces of semen.

These beasts then switch off their respective body cameras, before forcing me to wear a head harness fitted with an exceptionally wide circular ring, which they struggle to secure behind my teeth and which now forces me to keep my mouth wide open.

— I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear that we've already made arrangements with your pimp regarding your situation. In exchange for your full co-operation and very regular sexual favours outside your working hours, we will refrain from officially recording the flagrant offence of illegally practising prostitution of which you have just rendered yourself guilty and which our body cameras have just filmed entirely legally, says the oldest of the police officers, who begins to undress.

— Our video might not be enough evidence to convict you, but it perfectly complements the recording that your boss allowed us to watch live over the last hour, and that we already have an official copy of, says the young colleague, who also begins to undress.

These two dirty and corrupted cops are now using my body to subject me to a particularly brutal double penetration, which they clearly seem to be used to. While they painfully penetrate both my orifices in perfect synchronisation, they happily mock me and my naivety, referring to the trap into which I fell all too easily, just like so many other women before me.

Just like that fat pig who took advantage of me for a good hour, these two men are enjoying my heavy natural breasts and my large nipples, which they are roughly squeezing with the clear intention of hurting me.

As my tears seem to excite these two men even more, I try to stop myself from crying. Which ultimately turns out to be a very bad idea.

— You will soon learn that we have very little patience with stubborn women like you, says the older of the two policemen before briefly using his electric shock gun on one of my tits.

The excruciating pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Which really amuses those two bastards, who then begin to torture my nipples even more intensely, with the immediate result that I start sobbing again, just as they wanted.

The guy who's fucking my pussy now starts spitting repeatedly into my wide-open mouth, pretending, with great irony, to do me a favour and prevent me from becoming dehydrated.

While I am in terrible pain from having been raped by these two bastards who have just ejaculated and whose job is normally to protect me from such despicable individuals like this hotel manager, I see the bedroom door open. To my horror, I realise, unfortunately, that the newcomer is none other than my ex-husband, before whom I am immediately forced to kneel, under threat of that infamous electric shock gun which now terrifies me so much.

Held very firmly in place with my arms pinned behind my back and my mouth wide open, I naturally have no choice but to take my ex-husband's cock into my mouth and down my throat. And while he pays no attention to my very natural and vital need to breathe, as he always has, my daughter's father speaks to me to explain why he is here.

— I think you've realised by now that it's thanks to me that you were able to get this new job. The manager of that hotel owed me that favour, as I've undoubtedly been one of his best customers for the past twenty years. Thanks to him and my new police friends, who you've just meet, I'll now be able to prove your depravity and infidelity to the judge handling our divorce. Unless, of course, you agree to acknowledge that the divorce is entirely your fault. Which will inevitably leave you with no money. Exactly the opposite of what you were hoping for when you tried to put all the fault on me. Needless to say, I'll also be able to keep fucking you whenever I please and however I like. And that, of course, when you will not be busy with one of your future and very numerous clients.