Hen Party – Escape Room

The 6 girls in the party were asked to meet up on Saturday at 4pm for an Escape Room adventure before going straight out for drinks in town.

The Bride to Be, and the other 5 girls were tip top, fit healthy girls in their late 20’s and early 30’s with one outlier, the Bride’s younger sister who had just turned 18 that week.

Together they looked amazing all dolled up and ready to hit the town, a colourful, happy group of girls in their hottest dresses ready for a fun fuelled weekend.

The Escape Room place was in an old warehouse in a quiet part of the industrial end of town, and on Saturday afternoon was pretty much deserted when the minibus dropped them off. They were met by an imposing ‘Amazonian’ woman in her late 40’s, attractive and fit, with long dark hair. She was dressed as a medieval Lady and accompanied by a slender and athletic man dressed as a Court Jester. Together they were an authentic looking fun pair who took them into the briefing room.

The rules were simple, follow the instructions on screen, solve the problems that are presented to you and you will earn your freedom. No phones are allowed, and you will not need your handbags, please leave them here.

The lights go out and they are ushered into the Escape Room. In the darkness they hear a large and heavy metal door swing open and can hear the echo of the room ahead. Giggling they all tentatively step in and scream collectively when the heavy door slams shut and is bolted.

There is no light, and after a minute there is still no light, and no sound, it is silent and dark apart from the heavy breathing and panicked chatter of the girls. They start to shout for help, and for lights, the shouts turn to screams and plea’s for help. At least 15 minutes of complete darkness pass, already they begin to lose the sense of time and place.

The girls have fumbled around and clustered together in a group, when they start to comfort each other, it’ll be okay don’t worry, there must be a powercut or something. Then the screen flickers on and the rules are displayed again, follow the instructions, solve the problems presented to you. In the dim light they can start to make out the edges of the room, 6 compartments, something that looks like a sink or a bowl on one side, the door, and some other hard to identify contraptions against the wall.

The screen flickers and the first instruction appears.

Suck the cocks for the heat to be reset.

Outcry, let us out, are you fucking kidding, you’ll go to prison for this. A rush for the dimly lit door, banging, clawing with perfectly painted nails.

Across the room in each of the 6 sections circular holes appear and through them 6 large cocks emerge, they look real and twitch and throb but are attached to the wall, what’s more they aren’t all human, but different looking, there are all cocks but only one looks like a human, they can identify a dog, maybe a horse, one looks completely alien. It’s getting warmer.

More outrage, more refusal, sweat, discomfort, the floor feels hot. Serious problems, it’s super hot, for the last hour it’s been getting hotter and hotter. On the screen, and in each of the sections a temperature gauge appears, 40°C.

The first of the 6 submits. Claire is known to be the slut in the group she picks the human cock and puts it in her mouth and gives it a cursory suck. The texture is so real, she gets a sense of a pulse, and then she notices the taste, compelling, delicious, so more-ish, she hangs onto it for a little longer. There done it now turn the fucking heat down and let us out. 41°C.

Claire is feeling woosy, the heat is really building, she feels so hot, her pussy is on fire and throbbing, the girls notice she doesn’t look right, it seems she is giving into the heat. Claire pulls at her dress and takes it off over her head, she is in her best, slutty underwear. She slumps to the ground her legs wide open, her pussy on fire and dripping with sweat.

45°C. The other girls have followed Claire and stripped down the their underwear, they form a pact, they will do it, together, it’s the only way. Claire is the instigator, she says it was fine, even tasted ok. Delirious they crawl over to the wall with the cocks. Unsure if it’s the effects of the heat, or their imaginations the cocks seem more active, pulsing and throbbing. One is like a tentacle, quickly the older girls avoid it selecting dog, horse, something colourful..unicorn? The Bride’s younger sister gets the tentacle.

They each take their member into their mouths, the various textures and shocking, they appear to push forward looking for tongue, reaching for throat. The taste is fantastic, each girl feels the flavour flood their mouths, it’s as though the flavour gets into their blood, they can feel it in their minds.

The sight from the hidden cameras is now stunning, 6 hot sweaty girls, each in their underwear are on their knees, in the frogbutt position, sucking increasingly eagerly at what is offered to them. The temperature starts to fall.

The girls see the temperature gauge click down 2 degrees, and relieved start to gobble and slurp with increasing enthusiasm. The cocks seem to reciprocate, pushing and thrusting, a burst of mind tingling flavour is released, throats relax, the sound of gagging slowly starts to emerge.

Sarah has been the Bride’s best friend since they were little girls, she has the dog cock and is feeling the shame of past experiences flood over her, she has felt a cock like this in her mouth before, she even showed the Bride once on a sleepover how she likes to play with her pets. She pushes forward onto her cock, letting the tip slide deep into her throat, more of the amazing flavour, more reward, more of a rush in her blood stream. Her saliva glands are working overtime and she is drooling all over herself, her bra soaked with spit, dripping down her stomach and running across her knickers to the floor.

Looking down the line the girls are unrecognisable from when they arrived, each is ramming cock deep into their throats, all are drooling moaning and gagging, hands have begun to rub cunts and tits, they are each lost in their own world’s, deeply committed to the sensations they are getting, and the rush of the flavour in their mouth, in the blood, in their minds.

The temperature is in the high 20’s now, each has started to notice the flavour receding, minds feel clearer and cooler, pussy’s throb a little less, awareness of self begins to return.

As they each glance down the line they get a glimpse of what they have been doing, the friend next to them covered in spit and drool and vomit, bras pulled down or torn off, fingers still buried in cunts and assholes, sweaty messes. One by one they pull away from the cock that they have just made the most intense relationship with in their lives. Claire watches as Sarah slowly slides back off her dog cock, it slips up from her throat covered in sticky slobber. Only the Bride’s younger sister is still sucking, they are all transfixed as they watch the tentacle thrusting itself down her throat, she is totally still, head tilted to the ceiling, mouth wide open, hands pulling her asscheeks wide apart and her fingertips flickering across her wet asshole. The tenacle emerges from somewhere impossibly deep and she flops back into a heap. 28°C.

Shame, a collective understanding of the depravity they each just took part in takes hold, eyes glance over each other, and themselves looking at the mess they have made, each remembering the intense pleasure and their utter commitment to…to reduce they temperature…to get more of the flavour….to remember their darkest selves and previous depraved acts. Sleep takes them.

The screen flickers on.

Each can drink clean water from the tap, for every load swallowed.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghvv1y/hen_party_escape_room