Sarah

Pastel white, eggshell, lovely. Cheeks rosy with compassion. Blueish green eyes, staring down the prey animal. This is a marathon not a sprint, the poor creature under this watchful eye has no chance of victory. She’s held captive, warm hands holding her face, radiating relaxation and comfort through the sides of her face, her ears being rubbed gently just the way she likes it. God is it not annoying to know you’re going to lose. Maybe that’s way she always lost, no that can’t be she’s a good fighter –

He blinked.

Stay focused, she was trying but goodness her eyes felt like they were itching to blink, no, no, this is just his little game. The neurons in her brain had started to unravel. Her mind growing ever slightly quieter.

She blinked.

Not because of his stupid blink though, she can’t just stare for ever, she is human.

He gave a smirk, are you sure about that? Ugh get out of my head. I don’t really know if you’re human, sometimes you seem more like a toy to me. What. Ever.

They blinked.

I’m a good fighter, damn it. I’m over this game. She turned her face, or more so tried to, his hold on her face tensed, screw it if she could turn away the least she could do was avert her eyes, hence she did. The corner of the sealing began to look mighty interesting, so much more interesting this is stinky face, so what if it was handsome, the sealing corner can be handsome to she was sure of it.

“Look at me, darling.”

“No.” she puffed out.

“Look at me” his stare was firm, it weighed down on her mind, his presence already invading her consciousness

“No.” she said weakly as her eyes were already re-focusing on his

They blinked.

Warmth on all sides, the locomotion of the crowd is in perfect sync with the blasting white girl pop that accompanies these sorts of clubs. Hands in the air, a cheering crowd, the low cool neon lights are transitioned into a warm brighter white centering on the stage. The club owner comes out to welcome their happy patrons.

“Hello,” they say in a bubbly and light tone, holding their microphone close, “Hello! And welcome to The Hedonist Express I hope you’re all having a lovely night, cheer for me would you darlings,” she says adding a twinge of zest to the latter instruction.

The crowd goes wild.

“That’s what I love to hear!” she says strutting along the stage that protrudes out onto the dancefloor. She’s adorned in an all-pink dress that was more akin to an apron, ass out, not that she seems to care. “Tonight’s a happy night, half price on all drinks, on us - we want you to dance like there’s no tomorrow, debauchery is on the menu.”

…

“Debauchery?” Becka said, turning to Stacy.

“I think it means like to be like scandalous.”

“Like Blake is scandalous?”

“Ugh shut up Becka, can we go one night without you bringing him up,” Stacy said with an eye roll.

The pair were crammed into a corner of the dance floor, with barely enough room for their heels. They wore near matching attire; skimpy short, short, skirts and cropped tank tops. Although Becka would tell you her outfit is, like, totally different because her crop goes a little bit higher than Stacy’s. Stacy would tell you the exact opposite, to the untrained and rather distracted eye, you wouldn’t be able to tell, or care for that matter.

“Why did we even come to this club again? I wanted to go to our usual spot.” Stacy asked Becka, but the owner was off the stage now, so the music was at full blast. Deep bass and rolling treble, low hums and high energy.

“What?”

Louder this time, “I said, why did we even come here again?!” she said, leaning into Becka’s ear to be sure she would hear.

Becka giggled, “You’re not gonna like my answer … Blake told me to meet him here.”

“What?”

“Blake.”

“Oh my god Becka, I like can’t believe you!” Stacy’s annoyance seemed to bubble just a tier above superficial. “I want to go.”

“Come on, we’ve only been here 15 minutes, give it a chance you’re being such a stuck-up bitch right now. Relax a little, would you.”

For some reason this statement hit Stacy with an odd sense of finality, she felt less of a need to make a fuss out of what was practically and totally, nothing. She opened her mouth to start a comeback, closed it, opened it again, but her mind was drawing up a blank.

She opened it again, “Fine. What. Ever.”

Becka was already dancing to the music, eyes closed and head rocking in beat to the atmosphere of the party. Not knowing what else to do, Stacy joined in the fun, and started getting entwined in the music, tangled with the sounds. The music had an echo to it, Stacy couldn’t put her finger on it, but it sounded like there was someone speaking below whatever songs they were playing.

…

They had ended up at the bar multiple times that night - who could resist, drinks were half price of course. Becka liked shots, always telling Stacy, it’s harder for men to tamper with them. Back and forth the pair went deafening dance floor, shots, deafening dance floor, shots.

“OMG Stacy look at the bar tenders’ outfit!”

“You’re such a ditz Becka how have you only just noticed.”

The outfit in question was a body tight latex cat suit. All black, shiny, sexy.

“Well sorry Stacy I’m not a pervert who’s always looking at what other girls are wearing.”

“Are you sure you’re not a pervert?”

“Shut up Stacy! And yes, that’ll be two more shots,” they had made their way back to the bar.

“Just pay right here thank you,” said the bartender with a coldness that should have been off putting to the girls if they had the focus for it.

“I must ask,” started Becka ignoring the pinch from Stacy, who knew what she was going to ask before she said it, “where did you get your outfit from?”

“The company provides it dear.”

“Ooh, very snazzy.” replied Becka who turned to give Stacy a wide-eyed expression.

The blasting music suddenly stopped, and the owner was back on the dance floor. As the bar was adjacent to the dance floor, all of this was in plain view for Becka and Stacy. “The Friday night special is now available for all our male patrons. The rest of you keep up the fun time”

And with that the owner left the dance floor once more.

“That’s no fair,” Becka said turning to Stacy.

“What even is the Friday night special anyway, like an extra cool drink or something?”

Many men started making their way to the bar, but instead of buying drinks the bartenders seemed to pass them … earphones?

“Hey, miss bartender what’s the Friday night special?!” Stacy yelled.

The bartender didn’t even register their existence, in fact their eyes seemed glazed over, not registering much at all.

“Odd,” Becka added.

The music’s tempo started to change as more and more of the men went to get the special. Something slower and more soothing, the duo had the creeping sensation of lethargy as they entered the dance floor once more. They danced but not as fast and hard as before, as the music slowed, they slowed. Those hidden voices under the sound became more apparent yet not audible, you still couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“I feel …” Stacy started.

“Like a little odd,” Becka finished

Neither of them had to yell anymore, the loud bass had subsided to such an extent, but they hadn’t noticed. There were no more men left on the dance floor, they were all at the bar now, Becka looked over out of curiosity, “Hey why are the bartenders naked now?”

Stacy didn’t turn to look her head was tilted back as she swayed with the ever-slowing music, “mmm that’s so odd, hey Becka, do you like, feel, really good right now?”

Becka’s body was also swaying to the music, moving on its own. She found it harder and harder to care about the naked bartender, the pull of the music and the voices below was too much to handle. She tilted her head back into the sound, “yeah like I feel so good, and like really blank”

The last statement burnt past the last of Becka’s resistance, and what little fight that was left caught onto the vocabulary. Why did she say blank, that doesn’t sound like us, relax, maybe it sounds like us, like it doesn’t really matter, just relax, give in, this like feels good, go blank, stop caring, go blank, go blank…

The music slowed and slowed, and the voices got louder and louder. All the girls on the dance floor just swayed and listened. None of them noticed that the men had started entering the dance floor again.

Each man seemed to pick a girl or two and started to talk to them, the duo hadn’t noticed yet, but a man had honed in on them.  

“Hey Becka,” came a voice from within the void the pair danced in.

Becka and Stacy both giggled in delight, in unison they replied, “Oh hey Blake.”

They turned to open their hazy eyes, to find Blake, who was standing tall in front of them. Their glazed over expressions wrapped into smiles, faces so relaxed that there were long trails of drool running down their bodies.

“Oh good you brought Stacy as well, such a good girl.”

Becka openly moaned at this, and a  visible shudder ran through her body, “Mmmppphhhhh thank yooouu.”

“Now how are you girls enjoying the night so far?” Blake continued.

“It’s like, umm, so nice and groovy here.” Replied Stacy.

“How would you like to have some more fun,” he asked.

“Umphh, fucckk,” started Becka, “that would be, like totes, fantastic.”

“Good then, would the two of you drop to the floor like good bimbos.”

Stacy and Becka’s legs turned to jelly, they fell near instantly to the floor, their smiles never left their faces, they were having the time of their lives. Blakes hands went to support both their faces by the chin, he pulled them up and closer to him, he moved their faces in till their cheeks were touching.

“Now, girls, why don’t you give each other a nice little peck on each other’s lips?” He said turning the girls to face each other, and once the girl’s lips were touching, the peck quickly turned into lazy frenzy of kissing. Slowed by trance and relaxed by submission slowly but surely made out in a glorious fashion. Their jaws were still so relaxed that drool dripped from their precious little lips on to their slutty crop tops.

All the while Blake was unzipping his pants, his stiff erection pressing against the fabric of his underwear so much so that when he took them off it swung it and lazily danced around much like the girls did moments prior. It was solid as wood and pulsed with anticipation. Blakes hands started to move up and down along the shaft, as he watched his two brainless bimbos go at each other. Having waited long enough, he started to move it towards the girl’s collective lips.

Shocked by the sudden intrusion of their passion, Stacy and Becka opened their eyes to see what they both desire most, cock. In this moment they forgot about everything else, there wasn’t room for anything else when stiff cock enters their wet malleable minds. They took to licking up down the shaft, taking in all the flavour and smell, the dribble of precum from the head of the cock was slurped up by whom ever was closest to it at any given moment. The girls were enthralled.

“Why don’t you two cock whores show me your tits,” as commanded, the pair raised their crop tops to rest above their boobs. They swung back and forth as they sucked on the cock before them, shining with all the drool dripping from their vacant mouths. The girls had drooled their whole brains out. So, as they continued away at the cock, its pleasant musk subdued the pair even more. “It’s time for you two to get daddy’s cock the right way, lay on top of one and other and make out like good sluts.”

The bass was heavy and vibrated through her whole body. Somebody’s something was making conversation with the treble of the beat, the talking couldn’t be for anyone else, since no one could hear them, nor did they really care. Blues, purples and pinks that were just too saturated to call pastel raced around the basement, twisting and swirling around one another with the music. Sarah and David had come to the club together but some of Davids friend had found him and were distracting him from the more important thing in life, dancing that is. So, Sarah busied herself with just that, trying her hardest to get lost in the music, it wasn’t that hard, four shots into the night after an intense pregame, she closed her eyes let the music take her body. She wasn’t listening to David and his boring conversation, but his voice was near impossible to not hear so she caught glimpses of one side of her man’s conversation.

“… Yeah, haven’t seen … since that party … shit got crazy … my one doesn’t remember …” Bits and pieces like broken morse code entering her brain through the fog of the electro music. Then she caught some of the response.

“You must have really done a number on her hey?” It was a man’s voice, David had seemed to have a small crowd around him, three or four people is all Sarah could see as she glanced over from her performance. Although she was getting distracted from the music, which was more important to her then what ever they were on about. She moved deeper into the dance floor the warm bodies around her moving in sync with the sweet mechanical waves crashing against her body.

A familiar finger poked her shoulder, “you want another drink, darling?”

She turned to look at him wide eyed and full of the ecstasy that comes naturally with the rhythms, nodding her head, “oo yes yes please!”

He had put his hand low but open, an invitation for her to hold it, and so she did. Following behind him was so easy she could still be lost in the music and simply trust in the direction of his warm body. By this point in the night there was an unruly crowd growing at the bar so they would have to wait, an inkling of curiosity and a desire to hear her boyfriends voice prompted her, “What were you talking about?”

He turned to look at her, his gaze never seeming to skip over any part of her face, it naturally made her giddy, “oh nothing sweety, don’t worry about it.”

She nodded, a wave of calmness washed over her, it wasn’t important anyway, he would tell her if it was. Thoughtlessness crept into her head undetected; she didn’t realise that they had gotten to the bar, through the rowdy people, until David tapped her on the nose

“Darling, there’s your drinking”

Caught off guard she blushed and waved his hand away, nodding again, seemingly make that her thing tonight, “thank yooou.”

“Anything for you.” He said with a warm smile as they tipped the bottom the shot glasses to the sky.

She squirmed, “bleehh” wiggling her head back and forth, she looked at him again, up and down, she hugged him, it was not a long hug but a tight one, once she let go David was wincing, she scattered back to the dance floor, not noticing the Davids friends were picking up their topic again.

Time passed she didn’t really care though, all she need was to dance, dance, dance. Another tap on the shoulder, she turned to see her David, he motioned for her to come with him, “How do you feel about moving to a different club?” He had lent in close to her ear his breath sent a tantalizing tingle down her spine, God she needed all of him so bad.

She leaned even closer to him, “yeah sure this one kinda sucks, which one do you have in mind?”

“Don’t know we’ll figure it out.” He said, glancing back at his collection of friends, some Sarah recognized and some she didn’t, and even then, recognizing it is over selling it, she knew none of their names.

They left the club, and the others followed, seemingly glancing at her more than she thought they would. An uber was bought, and they split from Davids followers. Sarah looked out from the uber at all the other people lining up at different bars and clubs, some of them pretty, some rather ugly, they all looked like they were having so much fun. The uber neared the end of the party lane, but made no indication of slowing down, she turned David, “where are we going?”

“Oh, to a house party.” He said nonchalantly.

“But I thought you said we were going to another club?”

He moved closer to me pulling on his seat belt, his free arm cupped her face so that she had no choice but to look at him, into his eyes. “Darling, that silly little brain of yours is getting in the way again I thought we talked about this before we left, hey?”

Her eyes had already started glazing over, her mind already receding, she was beginning to relax fully in his hand, she let out a sigh, she let out a sound of agreement, nothing too intelligible, just how he liked it.

She couldn’t remember what they spoke about before they left to go partying, not really, the vague notion of a heavy pregame, but really her night started on that dance floor. This didn’t matter to her though, she couldn’t even think at that moment, he had said something while they were back at home, something warm, something pleasurable. He was saying something, but she couldn’t register it yet. He seemed to be enjoying himself while he was talking to her, he smiled at her, taking on a truly pleasant quality. Her eyes were growing heavy, slack, relaxed. She didn’t need to be present; she could just sink into this pleasant feeling.

She came back to when she noticed his hand wiping spit off her chin.

The car stopped and he said, “we’re here.”

Blinking as she got out of the car she spied the house, it seemed normal, music could be heard from inside, reminding her pleasantly of the club. One of the people David had talked to at the club was waving at us from the front door. “Come on in!”

As we approached David’s friend continued, starting an impromptu house tour, Sarah wasn’t paying to much attention, following behind her man half listening.

“Here’s the fridge, there’s drinks enough in there…the toilet is there…” Blah blah blah, Sarah thought, finding a place to sit was her biggest concern since she had become rather tired after the car ride. Her prayer was answered as their tour guide showed them the living room, an open space. A carpet laid in the center of the room boxed in by three couches and a TV displaying someone’s Spotify playlist. The couches were reasonably populated, each holding about 3 to 4 people, some she remembered from the club, some she didn’t. She went off to find a seat before David and his friend stopped talking, she was in her own world.

David sat down next to her, he cupped his hand around her thighs to lift them up onto his lap, she let out a little playful squeal but ultimately started to curl in and rest her head on his shoulder. Someone she hadn’t seen before came up to David, boy was he the life of the party tonight, what did he do to get so famous?

“Hey mate,” said the unknown man, “funny seeing you guys here, boy was she fun last time-”

David cut him off, “I know, she is always very fun, and she’s good at what she does too, why don’t we talk about after the show though?”

The man let out a nervous and embarrassed chuckle, “right, right.”

“What am I good at?” She asked, rather curious at what her man had to say about her.

She was still leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs across his, as he moved his hand that was opposite her over to her face. He caressed her face running his fingers across her cheek, then his hand gravitated to her mouth, her heart skipped a beat, she knew what he was about to do. But we’re in front of all these people, stupid! She tried to mentally blast him as if he could read her mind, but it didn’t work. His fingers entered her mouth, her eyes rolled back and glazed over, she no longer had it in her to worry about the people in the room. Any of his warmth in her mouth was enough to make her muscle memory kick in, she tonged his fingers began to move close to them so that they were deeper in her mouth.

“That’s it darling; you don’t need to focus on anything else; you don’t need to remember that.” He said in a low tone, not a whisper though, he had no intension of keeping what was going on here a secret. He began to take his fingers out of her mouth, as he did so he could hear her heavy breathing, she was gone for that moment, completely enthralled in the pleasure that his mere hand gave her and no doubt had forgotten what his friend had said. “That’s it.”

She was leaning back onto his shoulder, still lost in the fog of her brain, or lack thereof. She didn’t even realize that she hadn’t closed her mouth, she was drooling onto his shoulder just existing in the waves of pleasure that were radiating over her. They were slowly dissipating but with that her thoughts did not speed back up; she was rather spaced out.

Tingling was creeping up her arms, legs, and the back of her spine. It felt like the beginning of the body’s natural reflex to falling, like she had just lost balance leaning back in on a chair, but she was falling into a sort of bliss. Like a jolt of ecstasy that washed over her and pulled her under a deep and seductive spell. She was lost in him, his smell, the warmth of skin and the pure sensation of his skin against hers. She needed to taste him, she was lost in his haze, his abyss. She moved her drooling face to get closer to his neck, she started to nuzzle his neck softly, he lent into it.

“That’s it darling,” he whispered, it sounds so far away from her, she was entering her own little world, peaceful and perfect.

“that’s it darling come here” he said, his voice wrapping my mind in warm fuzzies.

I’d known him for so long now but still when he sat me down, when I knew what he was about to do to me, his voice sounded as thrilling as the first time I had ever heard it.

“That’s it just breath nice and deep for me, you’re doing so well already darling.”

So, in and out, my chest rising and falling, I was sitting on his lap, my work uniform strung out across the floor haphazardly outlining a path to the front door of our house. The excitement of seeing them straight after work was enough to make me put most of my thoughts to the wayside before he even got started. As I relaxed more and more, I sagged more and more, sinking onto and into his chest, only pushing away from him as I breathed in, and sinking into him as I breath out.

“Poor thing, you must have had such a long day at work, hey? So eager to fall into me darling? Don’t worry about thinking of what to say sweety you can just listen, that’s all you need to do now darling, just listen.” Work was already fading from my memory, I had so little recollection of the day before this, this very moment, slowly but surely became my only moment. “The warmth of my skin against yours, that comfort you feel, just keeps sinking you further and further down darling”

A blankness was gently flowing in from the corners of my mind as his words continued, “… just so present you don’t need to think …” I was becoming lost in my mind and completely engulfed by his warm voice. “… that’s it darling, just sinking down …” I was losing track of what he was saying, losing my place in his performance, “… you don’t need to think anymore don’t you?” The phrase barely registered, but with it came a sensation up my back, a force of his pure will, his simple and subtle power in that one phrase, this sensation forced a sigh out of me. My brain tumbled over, what little footing it had left was completely gone, shoved by an ensuing wave of bliss growing through my whole body. “… that’s it darling just let go for me, let me guild you completely from here, just sleep for daddy now, a dumb mutt like you doesn’t get to think for themselves. Bye bye darling.”

***

“… 4 …”

 “… 5 becoming more aware now just coming up so slowly for me.” Like an ember falling on dry grass, I started to return to my brain.

“6 just stretching a little bit now,” fingertips, I have those, ah ha! I can move them.

“7 coming further up now getting quicker,” my joints moved with that crispness that only comes after a long night’s rest.

“8 that’s it darling, coming back to me now, 9, almost there. 10, wake up.”

My eyes opened to a grin on his face, I felt refreshed, I felt good, I felt really good. Free of something, I couldn’t put my finger on it, and whenever I put force behind an internal investigation, I found that all the stamina left my brain. I must have had subtitles on my face because this prompted the owner of the mischievous grin to speak again.

“What is it puppy?” The words coated my brain in warm sticky honey; I drowned in the pleasure of those words. What little distance I made between me and the chest I had been laying on was instantly lost, I collapsed on to him. “Can’t remember what happened? Aww that’s alright, good puppies don’t need to remember.”

I had started to pant, I didn’t know when exactly I had started to, what was I thinking about? The intensity of the heat coming from my vagina had stolen all my attention, it was top priority. I shifted my hips forward rocking ever so slightly against his crotch, with excitement I found he had his own warmth waiting there for me, waiting for his dumb puppy. Dumb puppy? What an alien thought, for some reason the foreignness of the thought only gave it more of a tantalizing appeal.

“goood girl that’s it” he said as his hands moved to grab my hips, his darling’s hips. His hands helped guild me. “Theres nothing to be shy about puppy, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

He was right, of course he was right, with the help of his sturdy hands at my sides, I rocked back and force again. God, the pleasure, the radiance coming from my pussy was near unbearable. Back and forth there was a rhythm to it that scratched my brain, distracted from everything but this back and forth. Back and forth, up and down. My head was tilted up focus solely on pleasure, at some point during this his hands had left my hips. I didn’t care when I didn’t care about anything at all. He had started speaking again, it didn’t register. Fuck, one of his hands were caressing my hair, my brain seemed to be being pulled out, what little of it was left, by his hand.

“… good dumb mutts like you just need to focus on that pleasure...” That certainly registered. A new wave of stamina took hold of my body, a devotion was sinking into me, sinking me further into his warm presence, sinking, sinking so far down into pleasure, sinking into a nice bed of blankness.

“So, fucking wet for your owner hey?” He said with a chuckle, “good puppy, that’s it, I wish you could see how utterly mindless you looked right now darling.” He took the hand that was not scratching her head and caught a thick line of drool that trailed from his dumb mutt’s slack jaw. Her eyes where glazed over staring at some far-off point as her body jerked back and forth on his crotch, his firm hard cock hidden under his pants. He liked to let this part play out longer than it needed too, if he really wanted to if he really needed to, he could have her splayed out on their bed fucking her as he saw fit. But there was something so adorable about his darling as all of her brains left and the only sense of direction in her life became whatever her pussy wanted. The eagerness of her worship was enduring.

But he couldn’t restrain himself for much longer, “come on now puppy, come to bed with me, your brains need to be fucked to completion.” She didn’t stop though she was too far gone, not a drop of brain left in that pretty little head of hers. He leaned in closer to her face, her rhythmic panting and drool filled mouth did not change one bit too lost. He whispered in her ear, “good dumb mutts listen to their owners, its time for you to go to the bed. I know that’s too much for you to understand right now so let me put it in simpler terms, puppy needs fuck, go on now.” With that she started to slow down.

As he got up off the couch she slumped on to the floor and picking herself up onto all fours and walked with an almost innocent giddiness to their bedroom. He watched her ass from atop his too feet, and thought, fuck it she doesn’t need the mattress beneath her. With that he strode up behind her, kneeled down, grabbed the back of her neck, a ripple of relaxation came over her, he pushed down her face. And there with her face down and ass up he fucked her, only sinking her deeper and deeper into his control. She was becoming so mindless that even her moans became nothing but whimpers on the floor. A puddle of spit was pooling around her still slack jaw on the wooden floor.

***

The floor was cold; he found it cute when she just laid in her fuzzy state until she found her own way out. Pleasure was still massaging her body, the TV was one and something was playing, it was indistinct. She struggled to force her eyes open but when she did all she really saw was the wall that she was facing and the floor encroaching towards her face. She mumbled something, not words but just sounds. Her limbs began to stretch, she was getting up, slowly but surely. Cum was leaking out of her hole, “you know that’s gonna end badly one day, right?” she said in a low exhausted tone. He had found his way to her standing over her watching his darling come back to.

“Well, what’s wrong with that, mhm?” he cooed, kneeling down to tilt her chin up at himself, “I could always start a dog breeding business.”

She promptly blew a raspberry at him before realising how much drool was on her face. She turned away from him to whip it off, he waited patiently, and when she finished doing so he turned her head back to him. She was starting to sit up leaning on one of her arms sitting up, facing him the whole time. “Had your fun sir?”

“Of course darling.” He smiled warmly, that genuine smile of gratitude and charm that melted her that little bit. “You dropped very deep for me today, I take a rough day at work.”

“A little you know same old, same old.”

“Yeah. Well lets go get you washed up and we can just relax for the rest of the day cutie.”

She blushed, “yeah, yeah, whatever” turning her head away from him.

“You know that’s what you are, silly puppy, have you forgotten that too?”

 A small moan escaped her lips, “shut itt,” she blurted out. “Okay, okay, a shower would be really nice right now.”

“I know darling, come on now stand up I’ll take care of you. Don’t want you thinking too much for yourself now. That’s too stressful remember?” He had grabbed her chin again as she was standing up.

Her face red and her eyes looking away from him she let a small shy nod move her head.