The Great Escape (Room)

The faint glow of candlelight was all Leto could make out of the rooms decor with the blindfold on. The scent wafting through the air was a mix of something floral and earthy. Divining the scents kept the bun occupied while she waited for her date. 

The velvet cushion beneath her felt good against the mesh fabric of her outfit. An outfit designed to minimize small talk and get thrown on the floor. A consideration she expected her date to appreciate considering their species nature during this season. An escape room wouldn’t have been her first thought for a date location, nor had she attempted one before, but she was confident her needs would be satiated regardless of the location.

“Is this really necessary?”  The priest grumbled, hands toying with the shiny satin of his blindfold. While blindfolds were no stranger to Dante, he certainly would prefer to see what his work had gotten him into. He had, after all, been pressured into participating in the church sponsored event as a way to show faith in the events objectives.  Their species, he thought, was quite good at debasing themselves without needing the church’s assistance in doing so and thus the whole hullabaloo seemed rather pointless. He had no interest in finding love when it would interfere with his work. 

So, what was the worst (or best) an escape room could offer? As he was led to the room he was supposed to “escape” from he pondered how his superiors might of expected this to go. Was this their way of hinting something?  A sign that they didn’t think he was living up to the sinful expectations of priesthood?

Dante pulled of his blindfold as the sound of the door closing behind him clicked into place. 

Regardless of any preconceptions he may of had, he hadn’t pictured this.  In shock, he couldn’t help but oogle Leto for a moment before averting his eyes. 

“Of all my luck.”  And just look at that outfit…

The first note of Dante's voice sent a shockwave across the witch's body. The blindfold was hastily pulled from her face and her eyebrows furrowed as she got a clear view of the priest. 

"Your luck indeed." Leto quickly got to her feet and met his gaze. Another wave coursing through her with mixed sentiments from his towering height causing him to naturally look down on her, and the small dancing flames in the room making him appear more ethereal than usual. 

“You don’t expect me to believe you had absolutely no hand in this.” She gestured around the room, now able to survey the erotic and sensual designs. “Credit where credits due, this is your most creative plan yet to cause me strife.”

Leto picked up one of the champagne glasses set near the entrance and took a sip. “Burrowgatory’s most desired unholy man.” She picked up the other glass and held it out for him. 

“You could’ve given another poor bun a chance at the splendor of imprisonment with you.” She finished what was left of her drink quickly before slamming the glass back in place. 

“Or..” A smirk spreading on her face, “Is this some new hobby and you needed the smartest bun you knew to assist with.”

“What?”  Dante’s gaze returned to her… face with a flabbergasted look. “You think I planned this?  I didn’t even want to participate in the event. The bishop asked this of me. He said ‘we need to have members of the church participate to show we stand by our mission.’  I would of refused if I’d known this was going to happen.”

The priest scowled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe what he’d said was too harsh. The situation certainly was uncomfortable, but maybe “refused” implied too much revulsion.

“I had nothing to do with planning this. They just told me where to go.”

He took a deep breath and began pacing around the room, words tumbling out to voice his own bitter frustration.

“I don’t know why you think I’ve got a flock of admirers. The only people I’ve ever been with are other members of the clergy and it had nothing to do with emotional connection.  No one is propositioning me.”

He paused at the uplifted glass, a small frown on his face. “Does that seem appropriate right now?  I imagine you would like to get out of here as fast as possible, no?”

With a shake of his head he bee-lined towards the door and began rapping on it with his knuckle.

Refused?! Leto scoffed, “Well.” She paused to collect herself, “Always the dutiful one.” 

The witch watched followed his movement and wondered what it mattered to her who he had or hadn’t been with. His last comment softening her slight embarrassment. “No one? I couldn’t imagine why.” 

At his refusal of her peace offering, she downed the other drink. “This isn’t enough to slow me down.” 

Leto rolled her eyes at him, “Should’ve taken it, would’ve made this more bearable for you.” She spat out the last few words and went to grab a locked box. She examined it to see what in the room could provide the combination, certain they weren’t going to let Dante out so easily.

“Well, it is my job”  Dante scoffed. Why was this something he even needed to explain?  “Maybe if you had the sort of responsibility I have you would get it.  I’m not responsible for just myself. I am a role model to the people.”

He rolled his eyes at her obvious sarcasm. “Does it matter?  I’m not even looking for a relationship anyway.”  

He took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly through his nose. “I am a masochist. Pain and discomfort is temporary, just like this situation.”

After knocking on the door for a good minute, the succubun resigned himself to his fate. He spun himself around to look at her again. “Well, since you’re supposedly the expert here, how do we get out of this?”

“Oh where would burrowgatory be without you to show them to fellate to appease your 

precious masters.” 

Leto noticed the symbol on the bottom of the lockbox matched with the one above a series of posters with couples acting out different intimate situations. Below them was a digital clock turned off. 

“Sparing us all from a relationship with you is the most responsible service you’ve completed.” She gave Dante a flippant smile then turned back to the posters. The first one showed a bun sitting with their partner bent over their legs, ass bare, and getting whipped with a riding crop. 

Hanging from another wall were various tools, including a riding crop. “As the name says, we need to escape the room, possibly several. “ Leto grabbed the item from the wall and used it as a pointer to gesture at various points in the room. 

“There are puzzles splayed about, we need to solve them to open this door. This first one is fairly straightforward.” She pointed to the various posters with the riding crop before pointing it at Dante’s face. 

“Shall I get to whipping you then, Masochist?” She took a seat at the closest seat to the poster wall, an ornate chair.

Dante rubbed his temples for a moment.  He could practically feel the headache coming on from all the stress this was going to cause him.  

"Ah, and I see here that you are doing so well in the relationship department yourself.  You're just participating in this event for the fun of it, right?"  His tone dripping with venom.

He followed her direction as she pointed around the room before letting out a grimace.  He certainly was no stranger to a good flogging now and then, but... from Leto?  That would certainly make things tilt from enjoyable to uncomfortable.  

He crinkled his nose and squinted at her in her seat.  "Fine.  But, if you're wrong you will regret it."  The bun huffed, muttering to himself as he went to take his position on her lap with a faint blush to his cheeks.

“Yes! Some of us want to have some fun before getting our holes filled.” Leto gripped the crop tightly and debated marking his face with it.

Instead, she gently placed the whip on his back and slowly trailed it down to his taint. “What will you do to me?” There was no sound from how soft the first strike was. 

The bun looked over to the clock and saw no reaction, then started drawing little circles on him while pretending to ponder, “That didn’t quite match the poster now did it.” 

This time the strike had more force behind it, though she knew it wouldn’t be enough and held back a chuckle. “Not that time either.” 

She pulled his pants down just enough to get the top of his cheeks and lightly signed her name on him before swinging back the riding crop and letting Dante have it. 

The clock came to life with a buzz and the first number appeared. “See, no reason to doubt me.” Leto gave him another whack before standing up to get him off of her.

Dante pouted.  If the position had lend itself to it he would of crossed his arms.  Whatever happened he would not give her the satisfaction of a positive reaction.  

"I guess if you're wrong I will just have to pay you back twofold" he muttered under his breath.

As she teased him with the toy he did his best not to squirm.  At least she couldn't see his face while he was in this position.

The bun chewed his lip, trying to contain the urge to moan.  

"You're doing this on purpose," he groaned.  The anticipation driving him nuts as she stroked his backside with the whip.  "This probably isn't even what we're supposed to do."

Dante squinted angrily at the floor after the second failed attempt, but as she tugged at his pants his eyes widened with shock.  His guard dropping as he let down an audible gasp when the crop made contact.

The pair continued to complete the puzzles. Despite their constant bickering they managed to complete the room in the alotted time. What awaited them post-victory wasn't a path back to the lobby, but a room with a rose petal covered bed, and all of the toys they could think of. The two buns stood stunned in front of the bed, only moving once their pent up frustrations couldn't be contained anymore.