The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

‘Please stop.’

It was all she’d said. It wasn’t so much the words that were said, but the way she said it. Just once, soft and pained.

‘Please stop.’

The words echoed in Allison’s ears. Allison assumed Bethany was a lesbian, a full-fledged full-time lesbian who was part of this adventure. Now, it occurred to Allison that perhaps this wasn’t easy for Bethany. Maybe this was new for her too. Allison was still conflicted; more than she’d want to be or was willing to admit at the moment.

The silence was thick.

Some people have facial features that make them seem like children when they’re sad. They have big eyes and pouty lips, and when these people are hurt, the world hurts for them. Bethany was not one of those people—she was slender and angular with high cheekbones and clear confident eyes. She looked like someone who was working on a very difficult problem—focused while holding back frustration.

As the seconds passed, the shadow that had darkened her countenance passed. Bethany took a small breath and broke the silence, “I’ll bring you back to the loft. You can order dinner there.” Bethany picked up a terrycloth robe for herself, retrieved her clothes, and headed towards the exit.

Allison followed, too cowardly to try to make amends with her own heart, unsure of how to make amends with Bethany. They arrived at the elevator in silence. As the doors opened Allison finally spoke up, “I’m sorry.”

Bethany looked back to her, saying nothing.

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch back there.”

Bethany smiled without warmth and dismissed it, “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. It’s nothing. Really.”

“Can you forgive me?” Allison asked with a rising intonation. She hoped to play the cute card for a quick fix.

Bethany kept her eyes fixed forward at the yellowed reflection of her own face and said blandly, “You’re forgiven.”

Silence.

The silence was just as maddening as it had been before. “I just don’t want to end this badly.”

Another pause dragged on. Bethany’s lips opened twice, and Allison had hoped to hear something, only to have the words swallowed. They arrived back at the loft and Bethany spoke, “This is your stop. I have some work to do, but food will be sent up soon.”

Allison was cursing herself for freezing up with such a lame apology, but she was so conflicted within herself she couldn’t seem to muster anything more. She got off the elevator and looked back apologetically again. Bethany glanced at her, looking her over one more time before the elevator closed and she was gone. Allison felt like a prisoner who’d just watched the cell doors slam shut.

Bethany did have work to do. She returned to clothing storage, calling Carmen to make sure Allison’s dinner would be ready. Her next call was supposed to be to the boss, but she was dreading it. She was uncertain as to why, though. She closed her eyes and thought about it, picturing the last time they spoke. Every time she heard his voice it seemed to echo as “Truth” in her mind. It was something in his voice. She didn’t know if it was magical or some trick, but suddenly she was becoming aware of some kind of manipulation. The thought of calling and talking to him scared her to pieces. If nothing else, at least she needed to get the work out of the way before he got back.

She picked out one of the dancer’s outfits and, after a moment’s hesitation, grabbed Allison’s own outfit which was folded neatly along side the other dancer outfits. Rummaging quickly, she found Allison’s shoes and two bags: one plastic and one small duffel bag. She stuffed Allison’s outfit into the plastic bag and the shoes and dancer’s outfit in the duffel bag, then stuffed the plastic bag in the duffel bag. If she was going to be walking around with Allison’s clothing she didn’t want it to be seen lest that raise any questions. She had no idea what she was planning or going to do, but she only knew that she had to do something.

Looking around she found a suit jacket, white button down pinstriped blouse, and matching trousers. They seemed familiar. She ditched the robe, stripped out of her bathing suit, and tried on the jacket quickly. It felt right somehow. She shoved those into the jacket into the duffel bag along with the shirt. She really felt the need to hurry, so she threw on her panties, put the pants back on and grabbed a black draping halter that tied around the neck with a deep plunging neckline. The top accentuated her smooth shoulders and left a lot of back exposed, not to mention the neckline that plunged only a few inches away from her navel. Perhaps this would keep people from noticing her trousers. She hurried back down to deliver Allison’s clothing. The boss would have been expecting her call by now. Frankly, she was surprised he hadn’t called her back yet.

Allison was sitting in front of the baby grand piano when she heard the elevator open up to the loft again. She glanced around it to try to see who was coming. Bethany strode in and right past her, it seemed as though she hadn’t even heard Allison’s weak, “Hi.”

Increasingly perturbed and a little freaked out, Allison got up, clutching her robe closed and headed after her stopping at the door, “Hey, wait a sec.”

Bethany was at the bed with a duffle bag in front of her. “Your clothes are...” she said, while digging through it, “here,” pulling out some sheer fabric, “here,” pulling out what seemed to be pants of some kind, “and here,” pulling out some accessories and padded dance shoes with gripped bottoms.

“Wait, those aren’t my clothes,” Allison complained, stepping into the bedroom.

Bethany zipped up the bag in a hurry, then turned back to face Allison, “This is what you’re wearing tonight.”

“What? Says who?”

“Says the boss,” she matter-of-factly replied.

“Hold on a sec, I want to talk to Sirius.”

Slightly nettled, Bethany peered at her sideways and said nothing.

“I’m ser- I’m not kidding, I want to talk to him right now,” Allison demanded.

This made Bethany pause for a second looking off to the side considering, she then smiled, reached into her pocket and offered, “Sure, use my phone.”

Bethany scrolled down recent calls looking for Sirius. When she hit ‘Boss’ she figured that was probably it.

A familiar voice came on at the other end, “Ah Miss Bethany, it’s about time. I was just putting the little one to bed.”

Allison’s face suddenly beamed as she heard Julian talking about what must be his child, she suddenly found herself seeing him in a new light, imagining him as a kind and loving father tucking in his little girl. She stammered out, “Oh, no hi Sirius, it’s me, I’m on her phone.”

“Ah yes, miss...” his voice trailed off, and her heart sank.

“Me, Allison—your date tonight, but you never —”

“No, yes, I know, Miss... Allison Remy, of course, I’m sure you’re quite excited about tonight’s opportunity.”

Allison jolted for a moment at his use of the word ‘opportunity’. She pressed on with her first thought, “You never told me you had kids.”

Pause. “Kids? Oh ah yes, well, comes as a bit of a shock to me too sometimes.”

“So did you have a nice day with them?”

“Yes, well I had a wonderful day with this one, but he’s quite tuckered out at the moment.” Alone, it was a true statement. “What about you, love, I’m hoping you’re feeling relaxed, did Bethany work you over well?”

Allison bit her lip at this. It was her turn to pause, “Yes, well she’s a wonderful masseuse.”

“Excellent, very well, please eat well, and be ready when I arrive, which should be in a few hours. I’m making certain the guests will be taken care of when they arrive.”

“Wait, guests? We’re having a dance party?”

“Of sorts, you see I have many friends who are club owners, fashion designers, theater owners, and a variety of other wealthy gentlemen and women. I’m having some of them over tonight, and I was hoping to showcase you. Perhaps you might find this a wonderful opportunity if someone finds you compelling.”

“Oh... right, of course,” she replied, suddenly rather confused.

She was only half listening when he said, “I’m expecting a delightful show after last night. Oh, and can you put Bethany on?”

She handed the phone to Bethany, who took it, along with the zipped up duffel bag and walked out of the bed room, “Yes sir?”

Allison wasn’t listening anymore, she was just trying to adjust her expectations. She wasn’t his date tonight. She was the entertainment. But he was right, it was a great opportunity. It was something she’d dreamed of doing, but hadn’t in favor of office work and a steady paycheck. Now here she was with the chance to be her dream, and she was all muddled in sex and confusion.

Bethany was dreading the prospect of listening, but she brought the phone to her ear and waited for it. His voice had venom. He reminded her that she knew she shouldn’t ever let someone else use her phone to call him without asking him first. At least she’d been successful in her duty to seduce Allison on the massage table. “One more thing, do you have the necklace?”

“No, sir,” she droned.

“Well then make sure you get it and bring it to me at the party.”

“Yes, sir.”

Bethany left a confounded Allison in the loft to pursue her duties. The first duty was the necklace, and the first place to look was the massage room. She spotted it on the floor by the table. Bethany picked up the pearl necklace that had been abandoned. She held the poison baubles in her hand, looking over them for a tortured moment. Her lip curled in resignation as she balled up the trinket and shoved it into the pocket of her trousers. A few thoughts flashed through her head, stalling her for just a moment before she headed out.

Julian was quite pleased with the number of guests that would be arriving tonight. There’d be plenty of people to appreciate a partial sampling of Miss Remy’s assets. He allowed Bethany and Carmen to finish preparations in the white room. They oversaw a few men who placed a false wood panels over the sunken pillowed floor creating a temporary dance floor. Long before the guests were to arrive, they made certain that champagne and hors d’œuvres were prepared.

Allison was feeling a bit neglected in the loft. She had the outfit, she had dinner, and now she had about an hour of stretching and waiting for ‘Sirius’ to come get her. ‘Oh who was I kidding, I’m not the date I’m the entertainment. At least the outfit makes me feel like a dancer. It’s almost like getting ready for those dance recitals, only this time there’s no choreography to fuck up.’

The wine red camisole top was form fitting and sheer. Most of the fabric was translucent, so she was quite pleased with the flesh toned lining. The pants were loose enough in the legs to flared out when she spun and cuffed at the bottom like harem pants. They also had a flesh tone lining and since she only had a pair of swim trunks for underwear, she decided it would have to do for the time being. The pants had small thin drawstrings on each side which she tied so that they’d sit snug on her hips, and double-knotted to prevent any embarrassing accidents. Her arms bore sheer cloth bracers made of the same wine red material. She tried some liquids, rolling her hands through figures and noticed how the bracers isolated and accentuated her hands. It really was a pretty good dancer’s outfit.

She sat on the ground trying to do front splits and thought, ‘Crap, I’ve lost so much flexibility. Well, at least I look the part.’ A wry smile then played on her lips, ‘You know, I kinda look like a superhero, all I need is the mask.’

About half an hour after her nerves had turned to boredom, Allison’s ears perked up to the sound of the elevator opening up. She shot up and padded over to it.

‘Sirius’ greeted her with a smile and flowers—orchids and jasmine. “At last, Miss Remy, you look stunning.”

“Well it’s about time, you know, for a first date I have to say I’m a little underwhelmed, bucko.” She felt a little pathetic saying it, but she hoped that it was still a date. If it wasn’t, then this was his chance to correct her.

While his tardiness left something to be desired, his look was casual and elegant. A suit jacket and pants with a mock turtle neck shirt gave him a boss on casual Friday kind of look. “It has been a hectic day, with preparations and such, I trust I didn’t leave you too long, but if I did, perhaps I could win your forgiveness with these and my undivided attention.”

She smiled as her complaints melted in the face of flowers and charm. For the time being his ambiguity was enough. “Maybe.. it’s a start.” She took the flowers and hugged him. “Okay so wait, I have so many questions, okay, first, how was your son, you didn’t tell me his name.”

“Of course, my son is asleep and, oh do come with me, the guests are starting to arrive.” He pulled her into the elevator, “You know, I believe I can say with certainty, that I’ll be inspiring envy by walking into the soiree with you on my arm.”

“Ah, so I’ll be your hood ornament.” She took a mental note, apparently he didn’t want to talk about his son.

He regarded her with a bit of surprise, “You aren’t going to make this easy on me are you?”

Her wry smile spread and her voice lowered as the elevator door opened up to the white room, “Oh, so you only like easy women then?”

He flashed her a smiling growl, then turned to the opened doors and took her arm in his, “Ah hello Mister Gardner, Traci, so good to see you again.” He instantly took on the demeanor of the amiable host, and she was his lady.

Not many people had arrived, just four guests, who she quickly met. The first was a couple, Alaric Gardner, a business owner of some sort, and his date Traci. She noted quickly that Traci was wearing a wedding ring, but Alaric wasn’t and they were quite friendly with each other. ‘Interesting friends,’ she mused.

There was, a middle aged diminutive Asian man who told her to call him “Tyrone”. He was involved in some kind of transactional finance and he rattled off to Sirius about something in Mandarin or possibly Thai. It was odd, but he referred to Sirius as “the river man”. An interesting nickname, but unfortunately this left her without her escort.

Standing there with flowers in her arms, she met the remaining man who was seated at the bar. Two days worth of facial hair, dark shades, and a bird’s nest of curled locks atop his head gave him a definite bohemian look that didn’t match his suit. “Are you going to be carrying those during your performance?”

“Hmm? Oh no, these were from Sirius. They—yeah.” She was about to explain about the tardiness but didn’t want to go into it, then she was about to ask about how he knew she’d be performing but of course there was the outfit and she was sure Sirius had told them, so instead she just dropped it.

“Give them here.” He took the flowers, then took a vase which contained an intricate metal design that seemed to look like a flower—but entirely in right angles—and dumped it out into the garbage behind the bar. Satisfied, he stuck the flowers in the vase, and filled it up with apparently water and club soda from the fountain. “There we go, much better.”

She just stared at him in shock. As it turns out he was an artist of some kind. He didn’t go into any details of what he did or how he knew Sirius, though she hoped that it was his artwork that he’d dumped into the trash and not someone else’s.

One by one and two by two, more guests started arriving, and the more that did, the more Allison felt out of place. Many of the women wearing either gorgeous gowns or smart suits, and the men’s suits seemed quite expensive as well. She felt a bit less like a superhero and a bit more like a girl at a Halloween party had turned out not to be a costume party.

Still, Sirius would introduce her here and there to various people. Some of the men were openly appraising her body, even those who had women who doted on them absolutely. She tried picturing herself being one of those women. A kept woman who doted on her man’s every move. She shuddered a bit to herself as she was watching one girl—probably younger than her, doting on an old coot who could have been her grandfather. She was rubbing herself along his side and giggling at every little thing he said. It was kind of pathetic.

While she was watching that spectacle, Bethany arrived from the elevator. She smoothed out her daring top and approached her master, slipping the ‘pearl necklace’ into his hand. He nodded and pulled her in giving her a few instructions and pointing to the lighting control panel. Bethany nodded and left, making her way to a corner and staying mostly out of view.

Allison’s nerves were rising. The more out of place she felt, the more she felt like she needed a drink. Some of the looks and knowing grins were starting to unnerve her a little as well. She was considering partaking of the champagne when her eyes lit up as Sirius approached her again.

“You know, Miss Remy, I’m surprised you haven’t asked me about the dancing you’ll be doing tonight.”

“Oh, well I didn’t want to bother you, everyone seems to need you for something or other—”

“True, but I won’t have you going into this completely blind. Keep mingling, I’d say you’re making good impressions, though I’d avoid eating too much if I were you. In about an hour, the lights will dim and you’ll dance your first set. The music will be a bit of a funk staccato number. Hip-hop instrumental. It’ll be a long number so make sure you don’t run out of steam too early.”

She nodded, falling out of a dating frame of mind as quickly as she’d gotten into it. Her lip curled and she studied his shoes as he continued.

“The second song is going to be a bit more of an American Blues song. I chose Michael Bublé’s version of ‘Feelin’ Good’, it is passionate, intense, and lyrical, I’m looking forward to seeing your interpretation of the song. Would you like to hear it first?”

Her confidence beamed, “Actually, I know it.”

“That’s my girl, now I’m doubly looking forward to it, and I’ll have a celebratory champagne for you.”

She tried to pass a few moments with the bartender, but he seemed to be strictly preoccupied with patrons, not even bothering to flirt. The time was coming quickly.

She heard Sirius’ voice commanding attention, the space that was to be the dance floor cleared out and the buzz in the room fell quieter until she could hear him.

“... and as many of you know, I sometimes like to have someone with talent grace our little soirees with their art. Tonight many of you have met a young woman by the name of Allison Remy. She’s no doubt charmed you all with her bright wit and beguiling smile, but now we would both like to show you something more inspiring. Please enjoy her performance. I know that you find her as compelling as I have. I give you, Miss Allison Remy.”

Polite applause was followed by a dimming of the house lights and illumination of the wood floor. The music came on, in punctuated slow beats. She approached the dance floor finding her rhythm. There were no need for words here. She stopped worrying about the performance value and focused on the music. It began to pick up. And when it finally kicked off, she went with it.

For the next three minutes, she had an empty dance floor as her canvass, and her motions as her tools. He’d been right about the staccato beats and varying rhythms. They were perfect for pulsing and mixing smooth lines with pulsing hits. This was club music the kind that she’d loved to get lost in. She danced till she was out of breath, then pushed beyond.

Julian Thames would have loved to have watched her whole performance, but he had one more preparation left. He headed behind the bar, picking up a champagne glass and setting it down out of sight. He pulled the necklace out of his pocket and grabbed a small knife normally used for cutting limes. He held one of the “pearls” over the flute and poked it. A pearly fluid oozed out, and he squeezed it into the champagne. He smiled watching his guests with their eyes riveted on her fit body. ‘This should be an interesting party,’ he mused.

All eyes were on her when the song ended with her on her knees, huffing with her head tilted down and her arms thrust down by her sides dramatically. The applause was a bit more sincere this time around, and a the first few congratulations included hugs. She could have sworn there was a questionable grope in there, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it for the time being. She was still out of breath, when she reached Sirius.

“Wonderful,” he announced, “and of course, as promised.”

She smiled, “Ah, why thank you waiter.” She took a sip and flipped her hair to the side, “So... tell me how much I nailed that.”

He chuckled, “Without a doubt, that was...” But he allowed himself to be cut off by a couple who had come to congratulate her. The woman had her hand on Allison’s shoulder and was asking her where she’d learned to dance like that. The man was listening in on the other side with his hand on her back. Before she knew it Sirius was gone again. The attention was flattering, and she smiled answering questions as she sipped her champagne. It wasn’t the best she’d had, actually it had a bit of a strange after taste, but she wasn’t about to seem ungracious.

The attention was getting to be overwhelming. She wanted to frown at Sirius and maybe give him a smack for throwing her to the wolves, but she was stuck graciously receiving adulation. However, at least three of the men hadn’t come up to her gushing. She figured they were the ones who actually knew a little more about dancing and wouldn’t be so easily swayed. She’d have to be really good if she wanted to impress them and land a job.

‘Wait a sec, why do I care if I get a job? This is just for fun.’ Her smile was locked on her face as she continued playing the part of the gracious performer. She smacked her lips a few times and realized that she was getting a bit thirsty. The Asian man was more than happy to get her another glass of champagne. She was a little surprised at how quickly and smoothly it went down, better than the last glass but it didn’t quite quench her thirst.

She found herself getting antsy, still keeping a smile on, but paying less and less attention to the people talking to her and their words. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have drunk that second champagne so fast,’ she thought. Her lips were buzzing pleasantly and she was starting to feel a bit tipsy. Well—not exactly tipsy, but she could quite place how it was different. Her fingertips were tingling a little as well. She ran her fingertips along her lips and tried to think of what might slake her thirst. Some of the guests were starting to get a bit amorous. The young girl she had pitied earlier was now openly making out with her older boyfriend. She caught a glimpse of the straying wife on the couch straddling her business mogul’s lap.

Another few minutes passed, and she had almost forgot about the dance. She’d ordered a third champagne, but wasn’t drinking it. Instead she impulsively dipped her finger in it, and was suckling her finger idly. Somehow, it tasted better from her own skin. Her cheeks flushed and her thoughts drifted towards different things that might taste better than her finger.

A hand cupped her cheek and she looked up to see Sirius’s eyes. She stared at him with doe eyes and a slack jaw. He smiled, brushing her finger out of her mouth and running his thumb along her lips. He leaned in and kissed her softly. He pulled back, leaving her own eager lips disappointed.

“You’re on.”

It took a moment to register what he meant, but she followed without questioning as he led her hand in hand back to the dance floor. The lights dimmed. People cleared off the dance floor again. His hands took her shoulders and he announced, “Let’s see what this young lady can teach us about pleasure, and ‘Feeling Good’.”

With that he was gone and there was silence. She was unsure of herself. Her head was buzzing. Her thoughts lingered on his kiss. Softly the song began...

Birds flying high You know how I feel

Her hand floated, up her body, between her cleavage to her lips, slowly sensually.

Sun in the sky You know how I feel

Her other hand mirrored the movement up and beyond to worship the sun above. They came back down together to spin slowly for the words that she knew followed.

Breeze driftin’ on by You know how I feel

She stepped forward now, more sure of herself and her feelings. Pointed toes took each step and her look turned sultry, she felt a build up of music welling within her.

It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life For me...

And I’m feeling good

The horn section started up, powerful, confident, sexual. She felt pleasure. She felt amazing. She felt confident, and she poured her emotions into her motions. Raw sexuality bubbled within with each build.

Blossom on a tree You know how I feel

The room fixated on her. The music languished through notes pulsing like a stripper’s favorite song. She found herself moving from person to person, leaning in with a hand on a knee—Fish in the sea You know how I feel—then spinning to lay back arched in another man’s lap, her lips right next to his earlobe. River running free You know how I feel Blossom on a tree You know how I feel It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life For me And I’m feeling good

She moved from man to man to woman, teasing them, showing them how good she was really feeling. She found her own hands touching her body sensually feeding the fire growing in her. She felt need. She wanted to taste, and she moved again. She slid between two men, putting a hand on each feeling their bodies, and felt a hand sliding to her waist, and she moved again. She leaned in close to another and inhaled his scent then pushed off him to move again.

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done That’s what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me

The music pulsed and throbbing into each line.

Stars when you shine You know how I feel Scent of the pine You know how I feel Oh freedom is mine And I know how I feel

The dance floor shrunk as bodies moved in around Allison. She writhed and throbbed on her latest man/chair and his hands guided her hips. Her lips were tingling as she brushed them against his skin. Impulsively, she licked his skin, and her eyes opened in surprise. ‘The taste...’

Hands touched on her body, caressing her lighting her anew, but the only thing she could thing about was the taste of skin. Hands were on her breasts, guiding her arms touch bodies and more skin.

It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life For me

‘And I’m feeling good’

She was set down on her knees, and her hands groped at belts and bulges. Someone was groping her bottom, someone in front of her unzipped. Her mind was a jumble, the only coherent thought was wanting to taste more skin. Both of her hands now free, she reached forward pull the man to her by the hips and licked side of his leg. A part of hands guided her lips to his engorged cock, and she began to lick and slurp.

Julian smiled watching her respond to the offered flesh. ‘I wonder how many she’ll service tonight.’

If the taste of skin she’d had earlier was amazing, the taste of the cock on her tongue was downright heavenly. There was something here, some taste that was exactly what she was craving, and the more she licked the more she felt a gnawing need for that taste. A bit of precum leaked onto her tongue and then—bliss. That was the taste she really wanted. More than anything else this sunburst of pleasure that danced across her tongue satisfied her. But the satisfaction was so brief and its absence drove her to suckle on his head madly savoring the salty sweetness. ‘Oh my god, I want cum. I want to taste it. I need it, I must be insane!’

She looked up to see an unshaven face look back down to her with a lecherous grin, and she mewled as he gently pushed her head back on him. ‘God, I don’t care how I look right now, I just want this.’ Her mind flashed to the bimbo rubbing herself on the old man, but she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the image away. Intensely she mouthed him, licked him, sucking him trying to bring him off.

She felt one hand pulled away, and guided to another hard cock, then her second hand pulled away. Now she had three cocks, but none giving her what she wanted. None were giving her what she needed. Her tongue licked it feverishly inside her mouth, and she felt it harden and grow. ‘Oh god yes, please, give it to me, I need the taste!’ She jerked her hand away from one cock, and feverishly jerked the one between her lips while she mouthed it. His knees buckled once as he came, shooting into her mouth and on her lips. For him it was a great orgasm, but for her it was more. The taste was pure unadulterated heaven. Fireworks shot off in her head jolts of electric pleasure shot through her breasts and mound. The need, the thirst that had been building up turned into a moment of intense pleasure and a brief buzz. She wanted more. She needed more!

She was in a daze as the man in front of her backed away. She felt the hands that had been groping her bottom lift her camisole up and pulled it over her body forcing her to let go of the other cock. She was now, kneeling and topless, her breasts upturned as she leaned back against the undresser.

There was talking around her but she wasn’t paying attention to it. The man’s hands hooked under her arms and pulled her up to the couch, she leaned forward to try to kiss a new cock that came into view, but he pushed her back down. Her frustration turned to relief when he mounted her putting his engorged head between her lips. She continued there, licking one, beating off one, switching from one to another. Hands groped her body, and some unseen hands even groped her mound through her pants teasing her and turning her on even more. At some point she felt an orgasm as another man came in her mouth. Two men came at once, splattering small rivulets across her neck and chest.

She continued for every man willing, until finally all were spent. Many of the guests retired after their fun with Allison, either leaving the building or moving to a different room to pursue other activities. She was tired, her mind was hazy, and though her thirst had long since been slaked, she still wanted to taste a little bit more of that wonderful blissful and joy inducing cum drug. The bartender groaned with pleasure and looked at her with a tired grin. She forced herself to sit up. Despite the buzzing in her head and the pleasure that was fading away from the bartender’s last shot, she held her head up and opened her eyes allowing thoughts finally form.

‘Oh my god what’s come over me? What am I becoming? Did I really just do that? This can’t be real.’ Her body was still feeling ripples of pleasure, but her mind was feeling a fear competing with the buzz of joy. She knew, in a moment of epiphany, that she’d been drugged. In fact, she’d probably been drugged last night, there was no way sex could have been that incredible. Her molasses filled mind lingered on the blurred memory of last night’s intense pleasure. There she sat topless, next to a sleepy bartender whose deflating cock was still out of his pants. Despite, or perhaps because of all the intense pleasure, she felt fear. Part of that fear was in the fact that she was afraid how much she wished she could get more of it.

In the midst of this fear and buzzing in her head, she felt Sirius’ presence behind her. “My precious Miss Remy,” he said in a low tone.

Her mind flashed a picture of her sucking on his cock and the wonderful pleasure she’d get from the taste. She closed her eyes, trying to shut it out and gather some semblance of control.

“You were wonderful, truly a spectacle. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

She felt his jacket come down softly around her shoulders, he was trying to keep her warm. He was trying to be gentle with her. ‘It’s completely insane. He’s completely insane, none of this man’s actions are in the realm of not insane-ness. Oh my god, he’s fucking crazy.’ Yet despite her internal declarations, she still kept getting flashes of pleasure from the last two days.

“I’ve seen the real you, Miss Remy. You are a creature of passion, you were made for it, and I was made to give you all the pleasure you could possibly imagine and more.”

Her mouth remained closed though her lip trembled slightly. Sirius walked around the sofa and knelt in front of her, lowering himself to her eye level. “You’ve won my heart, I’ve never met a creature so amazing as you, and I want to dedicate myself to giving you everything that you most desire. Don’t say anything now, just give it some thought tonight. I have a room prepared for you right down the hall here.”

She wasn’t sure what to say to him, or what his offer really meant. She didn’t want to say anything that might set a crazy person off into violence. She also didn’t want to admit that there was a primal feral part within her that clamored for her to drop to her knees and taste his cum. Nor did she want to listen to the whispers of another part of her mind that wanted to be free of work responsibilities and enjoy the pleasure he could give her. As he led her to the new room, fear was guiding her silence.

The lights were also dimmed in this new room, and there was only one piece of furniture in it. A bed that looked a bit more like a pod. He led her to it, and she sat down in it, finding the cushy material strangely comfortable. The pod came up along the sides like a tub, and the head area had a pillow. He tucked her in like a child, and flicked on a small switch enabling the subliminal audio that was embedded in the pillow area. She looked back at him, listening to his ‘comforting’ words, just waiting for him to leave so she could get out of this tube and look for a way out.

Yet he just sat there watching her. He was really freaky, just sitting there, and her head was still buzzing. There was no way she could fight him right now. ‘I’ve got to get out of here, but he’s insane so I can’t do this in front him. I can’t fight him off. I’m too weak to fight him off—definitely. He’s very strong, much stronger than I am. I’ve got to wait until he leaves. Maybe if he thinks I’m asleep he’ll leave. I should pretend to go to sleep. I’ll just close my eyes until he’s gone, and I’ll be safe. Just have to stay awake long enough for him to leave.’

Her eyes closed and she hoped. Moments passed. ‘Why hasn’t he left yet, he’s got to go to sleep sometime, doesn’t he? His will must be strong if he’s going to stay up all night. I need to stay awake... This buzzing in my head isn’t helping... I’m so weak.’ Her weakened and drugged mind started sponging up the subliminals without much resistance.

‘I’m so weak willed. I must go to sleep. He is much stronger than I am. His will is much stronger than mine.’

He saw her eyes shut, and thought about adding some gas to keep her compliant. He smiled and decided against it. She didn’t need any more drugs tonight.

‘I should obey his will. He knows my desires. I should obey. I am weak. I should obey. My body was made for pleasure. I am a sexual creature. I shall obey. Obedience will save me. My will is too weak. Obedience is love.’

She didn’t even notice that she was alone.