Venus Park Ch 4

When Jake was finally freed, after another long but necessary rest, he still needed help to stand. Indeed, Jake doubted he would be walking unaided for quite some time, after spending the better part of a day having the vigorous attentions of his loving minders inflicted upon him.

The girls, Mindy and Candy, acquiesced to his softly murmured request for a shower and, to his mild surprise, spent most of it helping him clean up. He hadn’t imagined for a moment he would be allowed to shower by himself, of course. They did, of course, enjoy passing him back and forth between their soapy breasts, each insisting they knew how to wash his hair better, and of course it took much, much longer to wash his cock than the rest of his body, but he had never felt so clean in his life once they were done. 

By the time Mindy insisted on holding him in her lap on the shower's tiled seat while Candy, devilishly, took the opportunity to wash his feet – in the process tickling the poor boy senseless – he didn't even mind.

Neither had he ever felt so pampered as when the two laid him down on a practical blanket of folded towels atop the bedsheets, before gently and delicately drying every inch of him and themselves.

“Wh... what time is it?” Jake managed to ask at last, the lack of any sunlight throwing off any senses he had. He was barely able to lift his head from the towel-stroke-pillow underneath it as the two girls gently caressed his body, their massive, pendulous breasts comfortably pressed against him, no longer smothering his – compared to the giantesses he shared the bed with – smaller body.

Candy sighed, and pressed a button on the bedside table, invisible and seamless; it would have been invisible to anyone who didn't know it was there, and after she pressed it Jake couldn’t even see where she had pressed. The softly glowing lamp displayed, in its brass surface, a hidden LED temporarily: [13:41]

She rolled back over and tickled under Jake's chin, causing him to squirm once more.

“I'd love to lie to you,” she started, being candid for the first time, “but then you might miss breakfast. It's nearly 2.”

“2 o'clock?” Jake asked incredulously. He knew they had arrived in the evening the previous day, but the better part of the day was already gone.

“We could always have breakfast in bed...” Mindy said, with a clandestine smile, hand on Jake's shoulder.

“That's right, I can call down and I'm sure the girls would be happy to bring us something to eat...” Candy replied, turning to smile at Jake as she curled her fingers on his chest suggestively, “if you're hungry, that is.”

“I'm sure some of the girls in the kitchen would love to spend some time with us, too. Would you like that, Jake? Three or four of us?” Mindy offered, interlacing her fingers with his.

“Or, I’m sure Mindy and I could find something else in here for you to eat.” Candy mused, her breath in his hear now.

“You don't have to go to the park, you could just stay here...” Mindy offered, tantalisingly. 

“Uh... Yes.” Jake started, “I'm hungry – I mean!” he added, sitting upright when the two immediately went to kiss him.

“Breakfast in bed then?” Mindy asked suggestively, reaching down under the sheets.

“No, uh, I need to-” he continued, scrambling forward over the massive mattress and lowering himself down over the edge nearly four feet to the ground.

“Uh...” he said, turning to see the two massive, naked women smiling eagerly at him, “stretch my legs?”

The two just turned to each other and giggled, hands in front of their mouths as they did so.

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Mindy left him with Candy, and said she was off to fetch their clothes. Candy meanwhile 'helped' him change into a pair of boxers, much to his chagrin, as she mostly fussed over his cock, insisting she “had” to help him get them right. After that, apart from the torturous teasing tickles she gave while she insisted she help with his socks, he was finally able to don some clothing from his bags which, he noticed, now lacked any of the padlocks they had had the night before.

“Hey, uh...” Jake started, awkwardly.

He was still a bit wary of the woman, who was untangling her hair in the mirror. After all, she had more or less strong-armed him into this room and fucked him for nearly 18 hours straight... hadn't she? Well, it wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed it... and this was why they were here, wasn't it? This was the point of Venus Park... or so his brain began to reason.

“What's wrong, sweetie?” Candy said, turning to smile at him but always with that look... as if she were scrutinising his every move, his every word.

“Um, it's...” he tried again, but found that between her beautiful eyes, and massive breasts, his thoughts seemed to slip away from him and get lost somewhere in between. Probably sinking into her massive cleavage, his mind offered. 

She simply smiled patiently, yet he couldn't bring himself to say what he was beginning to think.

“Oh, did you want to ask me something… private? Something you want from me?” her eyes lidded lustily, and she smiled.

“The padlocks. On my bags,” he said, at last, swallowing, backing away from her wanton approach.

“Oh, security probably removed them to get in and search them. It's all in the terms and conditions online. Between the nature of what we do here, and industrial espionage, well, everything has to be searched when you come into the park...” she replied, sounding almost bored. 

Opening the curtains, with some effort as they were so heavy... he saw the bars on the window for the first time. “And when we leave, I guess, right?” Jake added. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Right...” she said, her smile widening just a little towards him at that.

“So that guy last night...” Jake said, turning back to the window, and seeing how far down it was from there. He really was quite trapped...

“A spy.” Candy said, firmly, but sweetly.

“Yeah... what happened to him?” Jake said, momentarily remembering the pure terror he had seen in the guy's eyes.

Candy rose from her side of the bed, and guided Jake back to it. She sat him down, and then sat down neatly next to him, although her sheer mass caused the mattress to cave inwards, and he found himself forced up against the side of her still-nude body as she put an arm around his shoulder.

“Don't you worry, we know you're not a spy, Jake. You won't have to find out!” she said, giggling, but noticed his expression had only soured.

She paused, as if irked by the question, but continued.

“Security will ask him some questions and put him on the next bus back to town. In fact, by now he's probably already gone. I wouldn't worry about that, anyway. If security had found something they'd have come to talk to you about it immediately.”

'A bus back to town', he thought to himself, remembering again the fear in the man's eyes.

“Although... maybe they missed something,” Candy suddenly said, coldly, evenly.

Jake turned to look up at her, and she was staring directly at him.

“You're acting awfully strange, Jake,” she spoke, monotone, the friendliness in her eyes entirely gone.

Jake suddenly felt much less at ease, and tried to shuffle away from her, only for her to push her weight down further and pull him closer by gravity as she snaked an arm around his waist.

“C-candy, I-” he said suddenly, and tried to bring a hand up to push himself off of her.

“A hotel full of sexy women who want to fuck your brains out, Jake... and yet you seem so concerned about something...”

Suddenly, he began to piece things together. The long drive, the bars, the drinks, the contracts, the injections, marching them off to separate rooms. Something really was wrong here!

He lunged to his feet and backed up, scanning the room for anything he could do.

“Make this easier on yourself, Jake...” Candy said, slowly, rising to follow him.

Jake sprang to the door, only to find it wasn't there. Peering, he saw the barest seam in the wall where a doorway was. How had Mindy gotten out!?

“Got you...” Candy said, and he felt her breasts on his back as she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him, flailing, back to the bed.

“I think I better search you!” Candy said suddenly in a faked foreign accent, and in moments her hands were all over him.

He screamed, before those screams turned to laughter as she was, once again, tickling him senseless. Her fingers worked their way under his arms, pinned to his sides by her, with ease. Jake felt so stupid. Of course everything was fine. She was just teasing him. He was a nervous mid-20s guy surrounded by voluptuous sex fiends, of course he was on edge. So what if they were a little... pushy. He didn't doubt that they meant it when they said some guys never left the hotel, but that was nothing sinister, surely. Honestly… he could by now really understand someone never wanting to leave this place. 

Jake tried to defend himself to no avail, and the massive woman found it facile to work her hands past his flailing arms to keep tickling him even as he managed to free them. 

Mindy entered the room casually, unlocking the door by some unseen mechanism. She dropped a pile of fresh towels onto the bed, alongside Candy's uniform. Having donned her own at some point, she came back over to Candy who had him pinned to the bed beneath her soft bulk. 

“Another spy,” Candy said in that same corny accent, and Mindy’s expression flashed darkly for a moment until Candy smiled at her. 

“Oh… I see, well I suppose we have to interrogate them,” she cooed, and began to kiss Jake passionately, the pair giggling inanely as he once more clawed fruitlessly for escape from between their thick forms.

The pair easily lifted him from his position, and swiftly locked his arms between their breasts, and legs between their thighs. Now he was held aloft purely by their soft, fleshy mass, leaving their arms free. 

They chuckled in a faux-evil manner, and despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile. Candy and Mindy had made him feel so… welcome. Happy. Comfortable. It struck him then that, despite his misgivings, his reservations, his suspicions, these two women were more or less lifting him off the ground and having their way with him, pretending to be evildoers… and he just felt happy. 

Jake really did just feel happy, unreservedly so, for the first time in years. For the first time since he was a child he felt, in that moment, total unfiltered happiness. No burdens, no worries. This was what Venus Park had offered, now he thought about it… and they were right. 

As a result, when they hoisted him up between them he was giggling in delight even before the two had decided upon their victim’s torture method. The pair had four free hands and his head whipped from side to side as their curling fingers clawed at the air, as they slowly moved in. 

“No! No please!” he begged, only half jokingly and playing along, as he knew full well just how proficient the pair were with those ticklish fingers. 

“I think he’s holding out on us,” Candy said softly. 

“No one holds out forever…” Mindy replied, and the two shared a knowing smile. 

Two hands skittered up his back, as the other two set about removing the clothing he had only just donned, tugging his shorts down to reveal…

“Just as expected, our spy has something hidden down here.”

“Tell us what you know, little spy, and we can make your time here much more… comfortable.” Candy said, breathing directly into his ear even as her fingers traced across his ticklish buttocks. 

“Just tell us what we want to know, it’s pointless to resist…” Mindy added, in between lavishly licking his other ear. 

One hand, he knew not whose, had begun to vigorously stroke his understandably rock hard cock, as the other began to tweak his nipple lovingly. He marvelled at how these two seemed to truly love their job. Could they really be this passionate about… well, just making visitors happy? 

He tried not to worry about it. It wasn’t hard, when their hands were driving him steadily to a mix of tickling and sexually induced insanity. 

“Trying to get away, silly little spy…” Mindy cooed, kissing his neck. 

“You’re no match for us, just give in…” Candy echoed, sucking on his ear. 

In spite of his exhaustion, showering with these massive voluptuous women and their subsequent teasing had healthily renewed his libido, and they weren’t teasing him this time. 

Slackening their thighs slightly, they let him slip down and down until once again he was buried to the neck between their four massive breasts. Showering his head with kisses, they began to gently sway their thighs side to side, driving his cock back and forth through the sheer gravity of their movements. Holding their slickened hands in place, they drove his cock into them in the process, essentially milking him. 

All the while, they kept up their interrogation.

“Tell us what we want to know and this can all be over, little spy!” 

“Give us what we want… spill your secrets!”

He did. As his orgasm tore through him, he felt himself truly let go for the first time since he had arrived. He felt himself releasing into their hands, as he felt their hands refuse to release him. 

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Mindy was helping Jake straighten out his clothes as Candy dressed herself.

“We have a wonderful all-day-breakfast buffet, so don't worry about the time. In fact, if you're ever hungry, the girls here would be more than happy to give you something to eat...” Mindy said, giggling at her own double-entendre.

Jake finally took notice of Mindy properly. Her uniform, if you could call it that, was utterly scandalous. Her shirt was more of a shortened sports bra, which barely covered her nipples as the areola poked beneath the fabric, the swell of her breasts hanging below. She sported a tiny skirt that was more like a strip of fabric around her waist, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

That was it, it seemed. Not even shoes, although with everything carpeted it seemed unnecessary. He realised, at length, that she had been talking this whole time and he hadn't heard a word.

Mindy didn't seem to mind, though, as she stared into his eyes, having finished speaking again without him noticing.

“Sure. Sounds great,” he lied, “I just need to grab, uh...” Jake began, and looked through his bag.

However, he couldn't find his wallet. Or his phone, a bottle of water he'd packed, or in fact many of the things he was sure he was going to need.

“Hungry, hun?” Candy asked at last, kissing Jake directly on the ear and scrambling his thoughts once more.

“I can't, uh...” he said, finding it difficult to remember exactly what it was he'd been looking for.

“He's hungry for something...” Mindy suggested, moving closer, and the two now leaned in, faces inches from his.

“M-my phone- it's-”

“Confiscated. No photography in the park. It's a legal issue. Besides, you wouldn't get any signal here anyway.”

“My wallet-”

 “Everything's charged to your account, silly!”

“My water...”

“No outside food or drink on premises.”

As the pair kissed his cheeks in unison, and he gave up, sure he could recover them at some point. The more he worried about things here, it seemed, the more it encouraged the girls to want to tease him silly. It felt good to stop worrying, and whenever he did, they seemed to encourage that feeling…

“Last chance to have breakfast in bed...” Mindy offered with a pout, slowly beginning to remove what little clothing she now wore.

“Uh, no, uh, I'll... go down to the buffet,” Jake said, firm in more ways than one.

“Great, let's go!” Candy said, and took his hand, as Mindy took the other.

“Um... w-wait...” he paused, a little confused.

“Well, how would you find your way there without us?” Candy said sweetly, and led them to the door.

“You're here to relax, baby...” Mindy soothed, and kissed his cheek as the room's door opened seemingly of its own accord.

“So just let us take care of everything,” Candy suggested, with some finality.

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Being led down the hallway by two massive women flanking him on either side, holding his hands, was quite a change from the hazing they had received on arrival, but he still felt he was far from free to leave on his own. That might change when he left for the park with the guys, though, he thought idly. Maybe this sort of over-protectiveness was just a part of the hotelier spirit they had…

Hallway after hallway passed, and he began to realise just how large this building was. They were right, he probably would have gotten lost in this endless series of identical hallways, with the occasional door. He tried to memorise turns, doors, but it all looked… identical. At one point he was convinced they had simply walked in a circle but… how could one know?

Every wall looked the same… For a moment, he wondered if perhaps there were far more doors than he realised, remembering how nearly invisible the door had been from inside the room.

Why the secrecy? Part of him still wondered, albeit more mutely. 

“So have you decided?” Candy asked softly, squeezing his hand.

“What...?” Jake replied, kicking himself for constantly sounding so dopey in front of these beautiful girls, not that he could help it.

“Do you want to stay here at the hotel?” she asked, curling a finger under his chin.

“You can always go to the park tomorrow...” Mindy added, subtly, but took that opportunity to 'accidentally' brush his face with her massive breast.

“Or… the day after.” Candy offered, her eyes full of loaded promises.

“W-well...” he stammered, as they came to a larger door which, he realised, must be the elevator. There was no button or lights, nor any sign it was coming, but the girls seemed unfazed.

It was sorely tempting to just stay there, with those two amazing women who, despite being a little intimidating at times, were easily the architects of the single best night of his life thus far. His bare feet sunk into the carpet as they waited, reminding him for a moment of the fleeing 'spy' who had, despite his obvious panic, managed only a slow jog through the material the night before. Despite their play, he remembered how seriously the ‘real’ spy had been treated. What was the worry? What were they worried about a spy giving away? 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his paranoia, much silenced by nearly a day straight of raucous sex and a momentary glimpse back at his naive innocence, was beginning to suggest to him that something was deeply wrong about this place once more.

“Um... I... I guess I'll see...” he began, as the doors slid open soundlessly, interrupting his thoughts momentarily.

“We did tell you that some guys just stay here and fuck the girls, right?” Mindy asked, pretending she didn't know, asking the question as if it were the most innocent thing in the world.

“Oh yes...” Candy said, squeezing his hand again, “some guys get to the hotel and decide they don't need to go to some silly theme park, they see everything they want...” at that, she placed his hand directly on her chest, and licked her lips, “right here.”

Lips quivering as the doors slid shut again, he managed to say, “I'll s-see what the other g-guys are doing...”

At that, Mindy and Candy just smiled at each other over his head, knowingly. 

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As they walked hand in hand through the lobby, they entered into a massive dining hall, within which there were, however, no tables. Instead, many massive, soft-looking couches and lounges were simply scattered around.

Most were empty, but a few had staff members, some as barely-clothed as Candy or Mindy, and others entirely nude, resting or eating. In the far corner, however, a few were more occupied.

“I guess we slept in too late...” Jake said, not realising he had spoken aloud until he got a reply.

“Not as late as some!” Mike said, laid back between two buxom goddesses who were taking turns feeding him from plates they were holding.

Richard was lying, head in a nude girl's breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair. Was every woman who worked here some massive, huge titted giant? Jake wondered, incredulously.

“This is the best place in the world...” Richard mumbled dreamily, and was rewarded with a peck on the head.

The other two, though, hadn't shown up yet, it seemed.

“What would you like?” Candy asked, as Mindy dragged him down onto a nearby chair, pulling him in close beside her, seemingly intent on spooning him as well as spoon-feeding him.

“Well, what is there?” Jake asked, trying to crane his neck up to see the food, but there wasn't any in the room.

“If you ask for it, they can make it,” said the raven-haired beauty feeding Mike grapes as if he were an ancient Roman senator.

Candy leaned in, growing closer, and Jake felt himself once again trapped with nowhere to run to as Mindy lazily stroked a hand across his hungry stomach.

“S-steak and eggs?” Jake offered as the plush lips of Candy grew close enough to his he could smell her sweet breath.

“Coming right up!” she replied, unmoving, before kissing the tip of his nose and practically skipping away.

Veronica, the... well, Jake assumed she was a manager of some kind, entered the dining hall once again sporting nothing but a crimson blazer. As before it did very little to disguise her titanic breasts.

“Good morning!” she said sweetly yet curtly, coming over to the trio of guys at last after speaking to some staff and a few other parties who, Jake realised, he hadn't yet had a chance to see, “I hope you all had a wonderful night last night...”

As Candy returned with a generous plate of steak, eggs, and about a half dozen things Jake hadn't asked for but which – somehow – consisted of all his favourite breakfast options. She occupied the space on Jake's other side and smiled at Veronica, who nodded back.

“We certainly did,” said the girl cuddling Richard, who now seemed close to falling asleep in her arms.

“As did we!” said Mike, giddily between the two girls, who giggled in response.

“Wonderful!” Veronica grinned, slithering over to Jake, “How about you guys? Enjoying the Welcome Hotel, Jacob?”

“Y... yeah!” he managed in response, ignoring his doubts for a moment to try to sound confident when Veronica's presence was so intimidating, so... powerful.

“Great to hear...” Veronica whispered, and her gaze seemed to linger on Jake just a little too long.

“Oh, I almost forgot, your friend Brian...” she said, referring to a tablet in her hands, “he's spending today in the Spa, he said he'd try to catch up with you later.”

“The spa?” Richard asked, momentarily roused from his stupor.

“That's right,” Veronica replied swiftly, “apparently his back was quite sore...”

Mike chuckled, which was echoed by the girls next to him.

“Not in the same way yours might be...” the businesswoman mused, lips curling, “apparently he drove here in the boot of your car, and his girls are certain he needs a massage... or three.”

Jake was about to ask a question when a steaming spoon-full of steak and eggs appeared between his lips and he was forced to chew it or choke. As he did so, Mindy casually let her breasts weigh against his shoulder, toying with his ear idly.

“As for Kyle, he wanted to talk to a lawyer before signing his contract, so we had our legal team... meet with him in the conference room.” Veronica said, the slight pause betraying some mild annoyance there.

Jake shook off Mindy's distracting finger for a moment, even as she began to play with the fingers of his hand, kissing one. Chewing as fast as he could, he tried to swallow, but found it was far too much for one gulp. He had wanted to ask some questions, and the more she spoke, the more he wanted to ask.

“They were probably up quite late, I know our legal team always wants to make sure the situation here is very clear... So he might not make it down today,” she said casually, as if just not seeing your friend again after he was dragged off by giant busty women was perfectly normal.

Forcing down the half-chewed steak, Jake fought to free himself as the large breasts of Candy and Mindy seemed to block his path on either side out of nowhere.

“Wait, I-” he managed, before another spoonful of eggs was being brushed against his lips, and he tightened them as if he were a fussy child.

“Not to worry,” Veronica said, sweetly, leaning down to stare into Jake's eyes with a lidded glare, “I'm sure you'll be seeing them both again... very soon.”

Wincing, frustrated, Jake again tried to chew quicker, but it was becoming clear that whatever it was he wanted to ask, he wasn't going to get the chance. 

His mind began to rationalise things once again. What she was saying wasn't unreasonable. Besides, he had barely made it down here himself. In fact, a part of him still felt as though he would have been just as happy being fed by these two beautiful goddesses back in the bed upstairs. Would it really be so bad to spend the first day in the hotel, just relaxing? Mindy had been right, they could always go tomorrow...

Richard, however, seemed more comatose than he looked.

“Well, if they wanna stay here they can. I want to see the park...” Richard began, even as the woman behind him seemed to grip him tighter, as if intent on keeping him there.

Richard clung to her arm in turn, as if he was second guessing himself already. 

“Yeah,” Mike said, begrudgingly lifting himself up from the chair, even as two beautiful women playfully clung to his shoulders and tried to drag him back, “it is nice here, though...” he added, reassuringly, as he was suddenly drowned in kisses from either side. 

“Mmmfhh!” Jake tried to say as his minders fed him non-stop.

“Good point,” Mike said as he and his girls giggled.

Seemingly relenting, the girl holding Rich kissed his head, and explained, “Well, we'll be waiting here until you get back.”

“You're not coming with us?” Jake asked, shocked that they were actually going to be allowed to do something without female observation, managing to speak between mouthfuls.

Mindy smiled and wiped his chin, “Well, we do basically live here you know. We've seen it before.”

Candy set the plate aside. “We do have lives outside of entertaining horny college students.”

Suddenly Jake felt quite foolish, again kicking himself for letting his conspiracy-seeking mind get the better of him.

“We're here to make our guests happy,” Mindy explained sweetly, handing him another cold beer, again without a label, “and if you boys don't want to spend the entire day fucking us, we understand.”

All the girls laughed at that, and as they did, Mindy ran her hand up and down Jake's back, as if about to burp him. As usual around these girls, they found a way to make him feel very small.