Pleasure Cube

"Arrrgghhhh!"

Megan stopped in the narrow hallway of the party house, snatched her friends wrist. She waited for a moment, listening. A strand of black hair fell loose from her bun and dangled in front of her blue eyes. She combed it behind her ear. "Jaylo, did you hear that?"

To the right, a short Spanish girl heightened a brow. "Yeah..."

They both turned to the door on their left, inched closer.

"UUh-ggghhh!" the male voice groaned again.

The girls jumped back, looked at each other in a mixture of shock and glee.

"Should we..." Megan's eyebrows jumped in excitement.

"No..." Jaylo started to turn way but spun right back. "Yeah..."

They, again, eased closer. Megan grabbed the door handle, turned it ever so gently. The door creaked open, and they snuck a peek through the slit.

The light was on, ceiling fan on a low twirl. Just below, on the foot of the bed, a young man was on his knees with his arms stretched wide, as though tied to the walls by an invisible rope. He was completely naked: thin shredded torso and average veiny erection.

Megan and Jaylo whipped their heads to one another before withdrawing their iPhones.

"It's Joss." Megan flipped to her camera and video recorded the scene.

"What the hell is he doing?" Jaylo asked while typing a text. "They have to see this."

"Ah—grrhhhh!" Joss trembled and threw his head back. He appeared to be pulling against the invisible binds. His body locked up. Face turned red. The head of his cock turned a deep purple. He growled as a stream of ejaculate shot across the room and splattered against the dresser.

"Oh shit..." Megan's eyes broadened.

Jaylo glanced up from her text. "What happened?"

"Don't worry..." Megan held Joss in the frame of her iPhone. "...I got it."

A buzz of whispers sounded from down the hall just as a herd of people came around the corner. With plastic cups in their hands, filled with frothy booze, they approached Megan and Jaylo. Their voices died down into soft whispers.

Once they gathered around, Megan turned to them and counted down with her hands. "One... two... three!" Megan swung the door open and rushed inside with the crowd on her heels.

The invisible ropes released Joss. His arms flopped to his sides. He hunched forward, catching his breath. As the party-goers ridiculed him, he just lay still while staring off into space. He didn't appear to care or acknowledge anyone.

People filed in, one after another. They giggled, snapped photos, and murmured about the popular boy's predicament.

A gold cube, the size of a baseball, suddenly materialized in thin air. The device dropped to the carpet and rolled against Jaylo's shoe.

"What the hell?" Jaylo knelt down and picked it up. She checked over each shoulder, at the crowd, but no one seemed to notice the cube but her. Their attention was on Joss. After giving it a quick look, Jaylo stuffed the cube in her purse.

***

"What the hell is that?"

On a brown leather sofa, Jaylo fidgeted with the gold cube. "I don't know, like a Rubik's cube I guess? I saw it in that room Joss was in."

People congested the large dining room of the party house, in their separate huddles. A few stragglers staggered through, spilling their beer on the carpet. Chatter filled the air, along with heavy bass from an upbeat song in the background.

From a loveseat across from Jaylo, Megan narrowed her gaze on the device. She raised her voice over the crowd noise and music. "Looks more ancient, valuable. You better go put it back."

"It was on the floor." Jaylo rotated the left side. It clicked as it moved. "Can't be that valuable."

"Let me see." Megan leaned on the edge of her seat and snatched the cube from Jaylo's hand.

"Hey!"

"Just give me a sec, will ya?" Megan started turning the puzzle piece every which way. It made a rattling click and then a high-pitched ding. She paused, looked to Jaylo. "Did I do it?"

"Lemme see." Jaylo tried to grab it but Megan pulled away. They both clamped down on the cube, fighting over it. Jaylo leapt o her feet standing over Megan. As she tugged against her friend, a bright light emitted from the cube, blinding them. Jaylo couldn't see, but she could feel her hands and ankles being separated by some force. Once restrained, the light slowly faded. She looked to her wrists, ankles, bound with chain and spread in the air. She then turned to her left and noticed Megan bound the same.

The room almost glowed from the white walls, fluffy carpet. Even the chains, which cuffed them, appeared ivory. The air held a fresh linen aroma. Directly across the room, a door opened. A cool breeze swept inside. Two pale beings levitated through the doorway: The male wore a long white leather trenchcoat with a bald conehead. The woman behind him was bald as well in a white leather corset.

"Who are you?" Megan asked. Fear knotted her throat. "Where are we?"

"You are in a room, in a labyrinth," the male said. "I am Penis-head. You can call me Pen. We are inter-dimensional beings known as Sexobites."

Jaylo tugged against the chains. "How did we get here?"

"You unlocked the pleasure configuration," Pen said. His voice was deep, silky.

"The what?" Megan creased her brows.

Pen gestured to the cube floating in thin air, just feet from them.

"It was an accident," Megan said. "I didn't mean to—"

"Do you think I'm here to hurt you?" Pen hovered to Megan's side. "No. I'm here to give you immense pleasure."

"B-but I have a boyfriend," Jaylo said.

"Pfffttt..." Pen chuckled and glanced back to the female Sexobite. "Fem, she has a boyfriend."

A smile grew across Fem's face. She then giggled, which turned into a loud cackle.

"Ahhh-ha." Megan chortled along with them in hopes of defusing the situation. She motioned with her head for Jaylo to join in as well. "Ah-ha, ha, ha..." Jaylo laughed with little enthusiasm.

The Sexobites laughter, Megan included, reached a fever pitch.

Pen suddenly stopped. He squared his shoulders, snapped his fingers.

Megan and Jaylo's clothes came alive. The articles removed themselves from the girls' bodies.

The laces in Jaylo's boots untied like worms. She twirled her ankles, hoping to keep her shoes on, but they flung off her feet, along with her socks. Her tan feet were small, short toes painted maroon. Her belt slithered out from the loops of her skin tight slacks. Her buttons unfastened and pants shimmied over her plump ass and down her thick thighs. Her black thongs followed, moving across the floor like a caterpillar. Her pussy was bald. Her shirt and bra crawled over her head, leaving her stark naked. Her humble teardrop breasts, small dark areolas, shook as she fought with the chains.

Megan's tee inched up her ribcage and then over her head. Her round B-cup breasts, pink nipples, plopped out. Her skinny jeans slid down her legs, black panties trailed. Her pussy was shaved to the dark stubble. Her tennis shoes unlaced, shot off her narrow feet along with her socks. Her long toes decorated with a purple pedicure.

They both hung completely naked, stretched out by the chains in a spread eagle.

Pen's sight settled on Jaylo. He grasped her bony ankle. His eyes then drifted up her unblemished legs and to her juicy center. His fingers lightly grazed her sole.

"Uh!" The moan came out of Jaylo's mouth before she could stop herself. She felt strange, as though intoxicated by the atmosphere. Her heart beat rapidly. Palms sweated. Her mind was pleasantly fuzzy. She looked to Megan, who matched her wide eyed expression.

"Yes, yes." Pen massaged her soft sole, dug his thumb into the arch. "You'll both love it here."

"Ooo..." Jaylo clenched her jaw. Her eyes briefly rolled, but she wagged her head, correcting her vision.

"Jay?" Megan shot her friend a look.

"I'm sor—I can't—Oh!" Jaylo shivered. Pen's fingertips, now, strummed against her sole. She clenched her foot, then stretched her small toes, then curled them again. She shook in the restraints.

Able to control the length of the chains, Pen lifted Jaylo's foot to his mouth, sucked her toes. His tongue tickled between the spaces. His lips peppered down her calf, inner thigh.

As his tongue parted her, Jaylo thrust her hips up, shoving her pussy in his mouth. Her moan quivered. Her breasts rose and fell, heatedly. Her brown nipples became taut.

Fem made her way to Megan, effortlessly hovering above the floor. As she passed Megan's side, Fem brushed her fingers across the soles of Megan's slender foot.

Megan buckled, airily moaned. She gnawed on her bottom lip, eyelids fluttered. She leered downward as Fem's fingertips snaked under her waist and caressed the top of her nub. Megan subtly writhed, gasped. The chains slacked and lowered her to the carpet. On her back, they tightened once again, spreading her limbs out wide.

A tiny mousehole opened on the baseboards and a dildo came out from the wall.

Megan gulped. The rubber cock vibrated outside her vulva, scattering her thoughts and tickling her body all the way to her toes. "Oooof! Wha-what the faaa-uck?" Her feet remained flat on the carpet, but as the dildo stretched her, she lifted them, inch by inch, until they were in the air. She locked her ankles. Each thrust, each connection, pushed out a faint whine. Her mind grew numb to anything but her pleasure. "Ah! Wha-da-fuck-is-thi—Uh!" She expelled in a rushed sentence, followed by a rapid moan. With her legs in the air, she rubbed her feet together, fighting the sudden numbness. Her breasts jounced. Her tone stomach tensed. "Oo-oo-oo!"

Half of the white wall behind Jaylo opened, and a Sybian machine slid underneath her. The chains lowered her on top, and she straddled the bulky device like a horse saddle. It started with a low vibration. Jaylo curled her toes, straightened them. Her brown nipples became rock solid. She gyrated, grinded, against the saddle. A tickle in her crotch caused her lip to curl.

Pen buried his face between her breasts. He kissed the side of her neck, grabbed her hips, and guided her motion into the machine.

A tremor coursed through Jaylo, almost knocking her off the ride. She fell backward but the chains kept her in place. She moaned in Pen's face, nose to nose. She tried to appear enigmatic, like him, but her face contorted in flashes. Her expression softened, hardened. Her eyes would drift off before refocusing back on him. Sweat unraveled her tight ponytail. Loose strands frayed out from her hairline. She strained and oozed all over the machine, making the ride slippery. The rhythm in her hips faltered. She pressed her pussy firmly against the vibration. Her apple bottom dimpled, quaked. "Fa-fa-fa-fa—Oh!"

Megan's machine stopped. The dildo retracted. Slick from her juices, the rubber cock gleamed under the lights. The chains flipped her to her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder as the arm of the dildo lifted and targeted her pussy. She turned back, eyeing the far wall, and swallowed hard as it entered her with a jolt. She lurched forward. Fingers clawed at the carpet.

The machine's thrust picked up speed. Fem reached under Megan and massaged the top of Megan's clit.

Megan twitched. Her body involuntarily lunged forward again. She hunched her shoulders and dropped her top half to the soft carpet.

Fem motioned with her hand, and the chains responded by lifting Megan up to her knees. She cradled Megan's head against her breasts in a motherly way. "Moan for me, my dear."

Megan stared at the white ceiling with watery eyes. The dildo tickled her insides so intensely that it wrenched her face. Balancing only on her knees, she pointed her toes. The chains suddenly slacked and Megan crumpled to the carpet. But as she caught a breath, the chains flipped her to her back again.

"Release yourself..." Fem gestured with her hand, and the chains picked Megan's legs straight in the air, ankle to ankle. The dildo started once again.

"Oo..." Megan said softly. With her thighs pressed together, each thrust seemed to add more vibration. A tingling pressure built inside. Her face twisted, softened, twisted, and softened. A prickling wave of pleasure spilled over her, forcing out a moan. "Eehhhhhhhh! Yeaaaah!"

The dildo pumped faster.

Megan bowed her back, the crown of her head almost fully on the floor. She curled her long toes as her legs trembled. The quake crawled up her thighs and exploded in her center. "Oooo—My!— Gaaaahhhhhh!!" She grunted with force, relieving herself from years of unfinished orgasms.

Jaylo slouched over the Sybian as the vibration came to a slow stop. She breathed heavy, blinked incessantly. The chains pulled Jaylo up, to her weak legs. Her knees knocked, but the binds held her upright.

The wall opened behind her, and the Sybian exited the room. The wall closed once again, and like Megan, a rubber cock peeked out from a small mousehole in the baseboard.

The chains positioned Jaylo on all-fours, and she groaned as the dildo entered her tight pussy. She dropped her head forward, but her back arched like a frightened cat. Her head spun. Every portion of her body tingled, vibrating—the aftereffects of a bumpy ride. "Fuck!" she shrilly cried in a tone which exposed her surprise.

Pen yanked on her ponytail, pulling her into the impact.

Jaylo squeezed the carpet. She was broken, like she'd never been before. With a ghostface expression—mouth agape and eyes distended—she tried her best not to scream but it came out anyway, "Uggghhhhh! Fu-fu-fuckkkkk!" Jaylo spilled out, verbally and physically. She squirted all over the dildo, which took the life out of her. She hunched with a lost look in her eyes.

The dildo stopped.

Jaylo didn't move. She lay still, naked, sprawled across the carpet. She appeared disheveled. Her body glistened under the lights. Her tight ponytail was loosened and strands stuck out in several directions. She just breathed, wiggled her toes and fingers, and calmed her mind. Her wits were coming back, little by little. The remnants of the body-wilting orgasm slowly faded.

"Jaylo?" a voice called out, followed by giggles. "Megan?"

Megan climbed up to her knees while shaking her blurry vision.

Jaylo jumped up, covered herself. The color in her face drained.

People surrounded them in the living room of the party house. They fanned their cheeks, snapped pictures, and giggled at Megan and Jaylo's expense.