Morning arrived, and the girls began to stir. As they woke up, their eyes widened in disbelief. They were sprawled across the bed, their bodies aching and covered in marks and scratches.
Every muscle felt sore, as if something heavy had been lying on them all night. It slowly dawned on them that they had been used as a mattress for me and Esther throughout the night as they saw me and Esther sleeping across them on their bellies.
"What the…?" Linda stammered, her face a mixture of shock and confusion as she felt as if her whole body was breaking apart.
Sarah, still half-asleep, mumbled, "Huh? What's going on?" She blinked blearily, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings.
Her body felt incredibly stiff and sore. She noticed a scratches on her breast and a bruise on her inner thigh.
Karen groaned, her head pounding. "Ugh, where am I?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "What happened?"
She tried to move, but her muscles protested with a dull ache. She felt a soreness in her lower back and a strange tingling in her… well, she didn't even want to think about it.
Diane, her eyes still closed, mumbled incoherently, "Five more minutes..." She snuggled deeper into... something soft and warm.
Then, her eyes snapped open. She realized that the "something soft and warm" was actually the combined weight of me and Esther lying across her stomach. She felt a distinct ache in her breasts and a throbbing between her legs.
Susan simply groaned. "My back is killing me," she complained, trying to shift into a more comfortable position.
As she moved, she noticed the marks on her arms and legs – a mix of scratches and bruises.
Then she felt a soreness in her ass and a tingling sensation in her pussy. "And what are all these marks?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and a dawning sense of horror.
She looked at the other girls, their expressions mirroring her own. They were all marked, all sore, all clearly used as a human mattress – their breasts, asses, stomachs, thighs, all bearing the evidence of our slumber.
I yawned, stretching lazily. "What?" I asked, feigning innocence. "You're my slaves and bitches. Consider yourselves grateful I'm even using you as a bed. Otherwise, I would have just thrown you on the floor once I was done with you."
The girls exchanged horrified glances. Memories of the previous night flooded back – the intense pleasure, the overwhelming exhaustion, the… everything. A deep blush crept up their necks and spread across their faces.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, burying her face in her hands. Her cheeks burned as she remembered the wild abandon of the previous night.
The way she had begged for Samuel's touch, the shameless things she had said and done... It was all so mortifying, yet thrilling at the same time.
Karen, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and excitement, let out a small, strangled gasp. "We... we really did..." she stammered, her voice trailing off.
The memories flooded back - the intense pleasure, the overwhelming sensations, the way she had lost all control. A wave of heat washed over her as she recalled the feeling of Samuel's hands on her body, his lips on hers...
Diane, finally fully awake, sat up abruptly, her face flushed crimson. "Oh no," she whispered, her eyes darting around the room.
She remembered the way she had clung to Samuel, the way she had cried out his name, the way she had surrendered completely to his touch. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the intensity of her own pleasure.
Susan, despite her initial shock, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. She had always been the most reserved of the group, but last night... last night, she had let go of all her inhibitions.
She had embraced the pleasure, the wildness, the sheer abandon of it all. A small smile played on her lips as she remembered the feeling of Samuel's body against hers, the way he had made her feel things she had never felt before.
Linda, still processing the situation, looked from one girl to the other, her expression a mix of confusion and dawning realization.
Her eyes widened as she remembered the feel of skin against hers, the rhythmic movements, the breathless moans.
A slow blush crept up her neck as the full implications of the night before hit her. "We... we were..." she stammered, unable to finish the sentence. The scratches and marks on her body, the soreness between her legs, suddenly made a lot more sense.
Esther, waking up to the sight of the girls' horrified expressions, couldn't help but smirk. "What's up, bitches?" she purred, her voice laced with amusement.
She leaned over and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine.
"Come on, darling," she murmured against my lips, "let's have a bath and get ready. We have so much more of this island to explore."
She glanced at the girls, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You bitches get ready too, and prepare breakfast for us," she ordered. "We'll join you after we have a long make-out session in the bathroom."
The girls, momentarily stunned, finally found their voices. "You can't boss us around!" Linda retorted, her cheeks flushed with indignation.
Esther raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips. "Did you forget about our little bet? You lost, remember? Which means you're my slaves now."
She paused, letting her words sink in. "I let you have a taste of him," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "only so you could become my slaves. Now, go and get ready. And prepare a good breakfast for us."
The girls, stung by Esther's words, fell silent. Memories of the bet flooded back - the challenge, the competition, the undeniable thrill of it all. They had been so confident, so sure of themselves. But they had lost. Fair and square.
Linda, her face pale, bit her lip. "She's right," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We did make that bet."
Sarah, her eyes downcast, nodded slowly. "We lost," she admitted, a wave of shame washing over her.
Karen, her usual confidence shattered, could only manage a small, defeated sigh. "It's true," she mumbled.
Diane, still reeling from the events of the previous night, simply stared at the floor, her mind racing. She had never imagined things would turn out this way.
Susan, ever the pragmatist, was the first to break the silence. "Well," she said, her voice surprisingly steady, "it seems we have no choice. We made a deal, and we have to honor it."
The other girls, their initial defiance fading, reluctantly agreed. They had lost the bet, and now they were bound to serve Esther and me. The thought was both terrifying and... strangely exciting.
With a heavy sigh, Linda finally spoke. "Fine," she said, her voice resigned. "We'll do it. We'll be your slaves."
The other girls echoed her sentiment, their voices filled with a mixture of fear, resignation, and a strange, undeniable thrill.
The girls, still reeling from the morning's revelations, reluctantly climbed out of bed. As they freshened up and began preparing breakfast for all of us, snippets of the previous night's wildness kept flashing through their minds.
Each memory – a touch, a moan, a whispered word – sent waves of heat rushing to their cheeks. They became more and more flustered, more and more embarrassed by the things they had done, the things they had enjoyed.
They also realised that they had posed for a video, a video documenting their complete surrender. It was something they would never have done in their right minds, but they had done it last night, and that video is still on my phone.
During the breakfast the atmosphere around the dinner table was somewhat awkward, where the girls could barely meet my eyes. I initiated a passionate make-out session with Esther.
Completely at ease, I pulled her close, kissing her deeply as we ate. We fed each other bites of food, sometimes with our hands, sometimes with spoons, and sometimes even through our mouths, making sure to express our love for each other and to make it as romantic and sensual as possible.
I could feel the girls' eyes on us, their discomfort palpable as they continued eating their breakfast.
They shifted uncomfortably, their faces burning with a mixture of embarrassment and craving for what I was doing with Esther.
Their embarrassment for doing all those questionable things was replaced by the embarrassment of our public display of affection and how unaffected we were if we were being watched.
After the awkward breakfast we ventured out, I continued to shower Esther with affection, kissing and cuddling her at every scenic spot.
The girls, meanwhile, were given a new set of "accessories." Before we left, I had them strip naked.
On Linda, I attached a vibrating cock ring and a butt plug. Sarah received a vibrating egg and nipple clamps. Karen got a g-spot vibrator and a clitoral stimulator.
Diane was fitted with a vibrating panty and a ball gag. Susan, finally, got a vibrating dildo and a body harness. The controller for all of these was firmly in my hand.
Their faces burned with a mixture of shame and arousal as they followed us around, their bodies thrumming with unsatisfied desire.
Although they were clearly embarrassed by the situation, none of them tried to stop me. They knew their place. They knew they were mine to command now.
"Remember," I told them, my voice firm, "your only job is to keep watch and make sure no one disturbs us. And absolutely no touching yourselves. You'll get your reward tonight."
The denial, the knowledge that they were so close yet so far from release, was a delicious form of torment.
The girls, their cheeks flushed, could only nod in agreement. They were forced to witness our public displays of affection while their own bodies ached with unfulfilled needs.
Every touch, every kiss between Esther and me was a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure they were denied. It was a delicious torment, a constant reminder of their subservient position.
As we strolled through the streets of Jeju, I casually pulled out the remote control and with a flick of my wrist, I activated the vibrating cock ring on Linda.
She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. A visible shiver ran through her body as the vibrations began to pulse against her. She couldn't help but vibrate uncontrollably at the sudden surge of pleasure.
Her legs trembled slightly, and she took a small, involuntary step, almost stumbling. She clenched her thighs together, trying to press against the source of the pleasure, but it wasn't enough.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find some relief, but the vibrations only intensified, making her ache even more.
She bit her lip, her face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. She wanted to reach down, to touch herself, to properly alleviate the building tension, but she knew she couldn't.
She was under my orders. She could only endure, her body quivering with unfulfilled desire as she walked like crazy, trying to subtly grind her hips without drawing too much attention.
A moment later, I turned on Sarah's vibrating egg. She bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat. Her face flushed a deep crimson as she tried to suppress a moan.
She swayed slightly, her hands clenching at her sides. She pressed her legs together, trying to get some relief from the pulsing vibrations, but it only intensified the pleasure, making her squirm subtly as she walked.
Next, I activated Karen's g-spot vibrator. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body tensing involuntarily. She let out a small, almost imperceptible whimper.
Her hips began to rotate almost imperceptibly as she tried to discreetly grind against the pleasure. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stifle a moan, her face a mask of intense concentration as she attempted to maintain her composure.
Then, it was Diane's turn. As the vibrating panty came to life, she stiffened, her hands clenched into fists. She let out a shaky breath, her face a mask of barely contained pleasure.
She began to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to suppress the waves of pleasure that were washing over her, but the vibrations were relentless, making her ache with longing.
Finally, I turned on Susan's vibrating dildo. Her eyes widened, and she gasped. Her legs trembled slightly as the vibrations pulsed against her most sensitive spot.
She stumbled, catching herself just in time. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure. She began to sway rhythmically, her hips moving almost involuntarily as she tried to find some relief from the intense sensations.
The girls, now experiencing a surge of pleasure, were visibly struggling to maintain their composure. They walked stiffly, their bodies vibrating with barely contained desire.
They couldn't touch themselves, couldn't relieve the building tension. They could only endure, their faces a mixture of agony and ecstasy.
Every step we took, every sight we saw, every sound we heard, only amplified their arousal, making their predicament all the more torturous, all the more delicious.
By the time we returned to the hotel that evening, the girls were a mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and overwhelming arousal. They knew their "reward" awaited them, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
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