The rings thrumd as I passed between them. I hurtled head-first towards the machine. I thrust my arms out before . My skin crawled. My toes tingled. I felt the next arm spinning down at , trailing a wake of particles that made my entire body feel like it wanted to fly apart.
I hit a tal shelf around the base of the machine, hovering with the arms.
I grunted, rolled, and crashed into the base of the machine. Groaning, I sat up. The thrumming rumbled around . I stood, surrounded by the flashing blue. The red button was before , waiting to be hit. It looked so innocuous. The fate of universes contained in it. My own reflection peered back at in the stainless steel casing, my hair disheveled, my eyes wide. The arms whirled behind . Figures watched.
Sam. Aurora. Krystal. Paris.
I thought of my mom. My other sex slaves. The world.
I hit the button.
My universe beca white.
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Crystal Sampson
I trembled as I stood surrounded by the watchful gaze of a group of guys. They were slaves of this universe's version of my brother, Justin. It was such a weird reality. The watching guys glowered over , especially the bulky Chris. In my world, Chris was my college's star quarterback. He was dating my sex slave Aurora before I liberated her and showed her that guys were terrible.
I swallowed. This reality was so bizarre. Justin's guys didn't try to hurt at all. Here they treated like I was—
—a human being and...
I gasped in shock. I was lying on my back. I was staring up not at the gymnasium's ceiling, but the lower ceiling of one of the college's hallway. The guys were all gone. None of them stood over. Ji-Yun squeaked out in fright beside as I bolted upright. My gaze shot around, staring at the school hallway by the second-floor stairs.
I scread out in orgasmic rapture.
A powerful, shuddering rapture slamd through my body. I bucked and heaved, my pussy convulsing. Juices squirted out of as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Ecstasy slamd into my mind. My thoughts stopped working.
In the blink of an eye, the orgasm passed. It had lasted only a fraction of a second.
Panting, I shuddered on the floor. At the sa mont, words echoed in my mind. It was like Justin was talking to . He was saying things about making my world better. About not mistreating boys just because my father raped . To rember that the Justin from my reality and my mother were just as scared as I was. Were just as helpless to stop my father from abusing .
I shuddered, my head shaking. The words resounded through my mind. They were spoken with such passion.
Had I done the wrong thing? I had this amazing ability, this charge that built and built up inside of that I could then unleash. I could cry out commands that made everyone who heard have to obey. I was changing the world, making it into sothing amazing. A world where won didn't have to fear n.
I achieved that by... abusing n.
I was victimizing them the sa way my father had victimized . I squeezed my thighs together, my blood still burning from that strange orgasm.
"My Queen!" the familiar voice of Aurora shouted.
I shook my head, still struggling to understand what just happened. I looked over my shoulder to see a group of naked girls rushing at . It was the group I left behind to batter down the door and capture Justin.
They were my naked girls. How had I returned to my universe?
"My Queen!" a girl gasped as they rushed at . Others gasped, too.
"My Queen!"
" My Queen, you just magically appeared!"
"Where did you co from, my Queen!"
"Those scary n with the guns are gone! You banished them!"
"My Queen, are we back ho?" Ji-Yun asked , staring at as she sat up.
"Yeah," I said, shaking my head. The mories of that other reality wouldn't leave . The image of my doppelganger, the Crystal who spelled her na with the K, was stuck in my mind. She was so much like , and yet she loved her brother. A brother who didn't abuse when he could. Who didn't harm .
He just... captured to protect himself.
He left surrounded with a bunch of guys, and not a single one of them even tried to rape .
A sudden flood of sour guilt washed through . This powerful wave of shaful pain. From downstairs, I could hear the moans of girls milking guys' cocks dry of all their filthy lust. But were boys' desires filthy just because I didn't enjoy them?
Or because my father had violated .
I stared at Ji-Yun, this horror filling . "What have I done here?" I asked her. "What have I made with my powers?"
"Paradise," Ji-Yun said. "That's what you wanted, right, my Queen?"
Paradise...
I made a paradise where I'd condemned half the people in the world into suffering. My followers were fighting outside the campus, spreading my power. What sort of monster was I? The tears fell down my cheeks. I hugged my knees to my chest. My slaves surrounded , hugging . They whimpered, frightened. I made them all love . I twisted their desires until they despise the boys they used to lust after.
Was I any better than my father?
"I... I..." I could make this right. "I need to see my brother and my mother. There are going to be changes in how we do things."
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Justin Sampson
A rhythmic beeping sound pierced through the groggy haze. The smothering darkness hugged . I didn't know who I was. What I was? I was just an impulse rising towards that sound. It beeped louder and louder, calling towards it. The world lightened. It was subtle, a shifting of gray tones. It bled from black to dark smoke to a lighter ash, drifting towards a pure whiteness.
My eyes opened.
"Oh, good, you're coming awake," a woman said. She wore pink hospital scrubs, her brown hair bobbed short. She had a motherly plumpness about her. "How are you feeling, Justin?"
"Justin?" I croaked. My mouth felt so dry. That was my na. Justin. I started to have flashes of my life. I was a college student. I lived at ho with my abusive father and shrinking mother. I had no friends at school save for Sam, and I wasn't sure why that smart, nerdy girl even tolerated .
Flashes of Sam's naked body danced in my mind, her small breasts quivering as she was... Riding my cock?
I blinked, my mind so fuzzy. Where had that co from? A fantasy? I'd never spanked it to Sam. She was the only girl at my college I hadn't masturbated to... She was cute. Wonderful. My heart beat faster just thinking about her. A strange ache filled . I was... worried about her.
"How are you feeling?" The nurse asked. "Groggy? Disoriented?"
"Yeah," I groaned, my mind thick with flashes of a naked Sam. She held my hand. She hugged . Kissed . Whispered hot words in my ear. "Where am I?"
"Good Sam Hospital," the nurse said.
"What?" I blinked. "This isn't the NSA facility at Handford?" I asked. I wasn't sure why I thought I'd be there. Handford was the nuclear reactor over in Eastern Washington. That was hours away from here.
"Hmm, there's the disorientation. There was a massive gas leak around your school. It's caused all sorts of havoc. mory loss, hallucinations, strange behavior."
"Gas?" I croaked.
She nodded her head. "Lot of cops got caught up in it, too. It was pretty wild. Your college is the epicenter, but it spilled out into the neighborhood." She peered over while writing on a chart. "What is the last thing you rember clearly?"
I frowned, struggling to parse through my confused and blurry mories. There was a lot about... Sex. I had mories of a locker room full of girls writhing together, two of them sucking on my dick while a third ground her cunt against my thigh. Then I had flashes of receiving a titty fuck from my favorite professor, the red-headed Miss Daisy, while another student, a girl, ate her out. That blurred into another fragnted mory of two other won sucking on my dick, one a green-eyed blonde and...
Was the other my mother?
I ca on their faces. They lick each other clean. How could that have happened?
"Because I'll always be your sex slave, Master. Always" echoed through my mind. Who was this green-eyed girl? Her face was almost indistinct, hazy in my thoughts.
There was a Black girl who brought her mother to to fuck. Why would she do that?
I had mories the entire gymnasium full of girls writhing in lesbian passion, licking each other. It was a strange, though hot, fragnt.
What was up with my mories?
Had all my perverted fantasies sohow spilled into my groggy mind, mixing up what was real with what I jerked off to at night? What did this gas do to ?
Then I hit on one solid mory. I was walking to my college, my little sister, Krystal, ahead of . She was holding hands with her friend Ji-Yun, and I was wondering if they were lesbian lovers while wanting to fuck them both. It would be hot if Krystal and Ji-Yun were gay and...
Flashes of Ji-Yun licking my little sister's pussy clean of... cum. My cum?
I had another flash of my little sister sitting on a busty woman's face. Krystal ground her cunt on the woman. There's sothing odd about the scene, like the woman's tits weren't moving the way they should as my sister energetically gyrated. It was like the busty woman was...
"Did I freeze ti?" I asked aloud.
"Oh, yes, that's a very common group hallucination that seems to have affected a lot of you," said the nurse. "More than a few of you thought you could pause ti and then mind-control people." She gave a laugh like it was the silliest thing in the world. "There was this one guy, Vince, who claid he turned every guy in your school gay." The nurse leaned over. "Did he turn you gay, Justin?"
I knew Vince. He was gay. But from the way my dick was hard from those scattered mories of all those girls having sex with and each other, I knew I wasn't. I shook my head.
"So, what do you rember clearly?" she asked.
"I was walking to class," I said. "It was Tuesday, right? Is it still Tuesday?"
"Oh, no, it's Thursday. The gas attack happens soti around 8 AM at your school on Tuesday. It was very subtle at first. Didn't really hit its peak efficacy until yesterday. You've all been out of it for over twenty-four hours."
I shook my head. I had all these pieces just floating around in the murk of my foggy mory. Why would Paris beg to be my sex slave? The rich bitch hated . Then there was a flash of Sam impaling her pussy down my cock while my hands were chained above my head.
"What were we all doing while we hallucinated?" I asked. My cheeks were warm. "I have so... wild flashes."
"Oh, there may been so... inappropriate activities. You know, all those youthful hormones bursting, and you all being high from the gas."
So maybe the sex happened? Had I lost my virginity yesterday and didn't rember it? And to which girl did I lose it? There were so many and...
Did I fuck my mother? My sister?
My dick throbbed hard without thought. And then my mom peeked in, also in a hospital gown, her brown hair spilling about her face. She had a happy smile on her lips. I didn't rember seeing her looking even mildly pleased in years. Not since dad "hurt his back" and went on disability. That was when he started drinking and being abusive. She kept trying to please him, keeping herself in shape, trying to be sexually adventurous.
I'd hear her degrading herself from their bedroom to make him happy.
It never was enough.
Maybe he resented her for not getting fat and ugly. He was always yelling at her, and I was always too weak to do anything about it. I was eighteen, a man, and I still was scared of him and...
I didn't feel scared of him now. There were other flashes in my mind, yelling at him. Ordering him to take care of her and not hurt her.
"Justin..." my dad's voice echoed through my mind. "I... I need you to fuck your mother. She needs a real man to screw her. That's not . I'm too pathetic. I'm not good enough for her. She needs your cock, son."
My dick swelled even harder.
"Oh, you're awake, honey," Mom said, her breasts swayed beneath her hospital gown. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Nothing supported her large, pillowy mounds. They jiggled as she rushed to my bed. She embraced tight to her tits. I sank into them, hugging her back, loving the feel of her breasts separated by the thin cotton.
"It's going to be okay," she said. "Mommy's big, strong son is going to be okay."
"I know, Justin!" my mom moaned, the mory bursting through my mind. "Just give it to . Give your cum! I want to feel you squirting into ! Oh, god, it's too much. I'm going to... Yes!" She was kneeling on all fours as she said it, and I was... I was fucking her from behind.
I lifted my head as the mories faded, catching my mom's eyes. Hers dazzled with sothing shiny. Then her cheeks blushed and she looked away.
"Well, Mrs. Sampson, your entire family should be fine to be discharged."
"You got caught up in the gas, too, Mom?" I asked.
Her cheeks went scarlet. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch before they darted away. "Yes, I was, but I don't rember anything that happened." She shifted. "Your father and Krystal are already awake. You are the one that seed to be out of it the most."
"Yes, you are one of the worst exposed, Justin," said the nurse. "I imagine you have so of the strongest hallucinations."
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, your clothes are over there in a drawer," said the nurse, giving a smile. "Once you're dressed, we can get you and your family discharged. You can go ho."
I nodded my head. Everything felt so surreal.
There was this bright, blue light flashing in my mind. I rembered saying, "Fuck it, tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day, and we're all going to see it!"
I felt like I did sothing montous, sothing heroic, but couldn't rember what I'd done.
After the nurse left, I dressed slowly, struggling to adjust. I'd lost two whole days. In its place were just flashes of the wildest, kinky fantasies. But none of my mories were complete. I had no context why I was watching Paris masturbate on my phone while getting a titty fuck from a girl in my gym class nad Tracy. Or why I had this eager itch to spank the green-eyed girl's ass. Why was her face so indistinct? So of the others were crystal clear, but... not hers.
I didn't figure it out by the ti I was clothed in jeans and a t-shirt.
I left my hospital room and found my family gathering by the nurses' station. I headed down the hallway to them. My little sister, Krystal, glanced at , her black hair gathered in her usual pigtails. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, looking as petite and cute as always. She gave a weird look, then her cheeks went scarlet.
Fragnts of another disjointed mory flared through my mind. It was of my little sister kneeling before another girl. No, she was kneeling before herself. Krystal was eating out a duplicate of herself. An identical twin. Then I was fucking my sister from behind as she did it.
I was pounding Krystal while she ate out Crystal.
I shook my head, my dick throbbing as a strange mory only confirm that these had to be hallucinations. Right? There couldn't be another version of Krystal. I hadn't gone to a parallel reality and kidnapped a ssed-up version of my little sister that was into dominating boys.
Were had that dumb idea co from? It sounded like the plot to a bad science fiction novel.
"Hey, Justin," my little sister said. She looked down at her feet, fidgeting.
My dad glanced at , swallowed. He rubbed a hand over his balding head. Then he looked away. Suddenly, I thought he was such a pathetic man. All the angry bluster I rembered from him seed to have evaporated from him. Now he looked... deflated. Mom was standing straighter beside him, no longer crushed. She gave such a warm smile as I ca up, holding out her hand to .
I took it, giving her a squeeze.
"Mom," echoed through my mind, a warmth stiffening through . "I just want you to know how much I love you. How sorry I am that I let Dad's abuse go on for so long. He won't ever hurt you again. You don't ever have to be afraid of him. You're not afraid of him. You know he can never hurt you again. You know that if he ever gets mad at you, he'll instead bring you to . And that will excite you."
I had another flash of my mother sitting on the edge of a sink in my college's restroom, her legs spread wide, staring at with wanton hunger.
I felt so off balance.
We filled out the paperwork the nurses handed us, signing all the forms to let ourselves be discharged. There were other students from my college moving around us. They all looked as out of it as I felt... stunned. I saw Tracy, the girl I imagined giving a titty fuck, and she shuddered. She looked like she was about to say sothing to , but then she dragged her parents away, her cheeks scarlet.
Maybe she did give a titty fuck and now was embarrassed about it.
God, I wish I could rember more.
"Justin?" a soft voice asked from behind .
I turned around and spotted my friend Sam in a hospital gown. She stood in the doorway of her own room, her black hair falling loosely about her face. The tousled look gave her a sultry appearance. Her glasses only made her cuter, and more vulnerable, than I'd ever noticed. The gown clung to her body in a way that baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she normally wore hadn't. She had a nice figure beneath. Her breasts were small but firm.
mories of seeing those breasts blossod my mind.
My heart beat faster. My stomach writhed with excitent. As welter of emotion spilled through . I found myself going to her, unable to resist taking her hand. Sam wasn't a physical sort of person. She hated being touched.
Instead of pulling away, she gripped my hands tight.
"Justin, there are things that I haven't... told you," she said, her words strained. "Words I been too afraid of saying. But..."
Bits and pieces of happy mories of Sam bobbed through my thoughts. Maybe... maybe I didn't need to be afraid. I swallowed, my mouth was so dry all of a sudden. "Sam, you want to go out to see a movie." The words blurted out of . "You know, a date."
Her cheeks went crimson. I had the strangest flash of her impaling her pussy down my cock again. Only this ti, I was certain she was giving her virginity. She was doing it to save my life, a powerful act of love.
I clutched onto that as I leaned in. "Sam, I just... I feel the sa. Maybe it is just the gas talking, but—"
Sam kissed .
Her lips were hot. Her arms were tight around my neck. Her tongue plunged into my mouth as her body pressed against mine. I heard a gasp behind that sounded like Krystal. Then I heard a gush of joy co from my mother. I didn't care. My blood was screaming through my veins.
It was like I was kissing Sam for the first ti, and I felt like we'd done this before. It felt so familiar. We'd expressed our love to each other over the last day. I clutched her to , worshiping her lips, savored her against .
She broke the kiss, leaving panting. Her own against mine. "I want to be your lover, Justin. Your girlfriend."
"Yeah," I said. "So, uh, I'll pick you up. Tonight?
She nodded her head. "Tonight. I think I'm ready for our first date. Although..." She squird. "I think we may have already had coitus." She blushed then, looking so girlish. "I an, made love."
"Yeah," I said. Then I winced. "I think I might've done it with more than a few girls."
"Yes," she said calmly, not angry. ", as well. I particularly rember eating out Miss Daisy with you. Such a strange sensation. All these jumbled mories. No context to any of them."
"Well, we'll just have to build new mories."
She smiled and nodded.
Then her father, a thin man, called for her. Sam broke away and headed into her hospital room, leaving trembling. I turned around and found my little sister snickering. Mom had such a gushing smile on her face. Dad looked uncomfortable, shifting around, his beer gut thrusting against the front of his shirt.
"Well, oh, we should get ho," Dad said. "I have to clean the house."
Krystal and I both blinked at that. Since when did dad do anything at ho?
On the way out, I noticed Paris standing in the hallway. Flashes of her masturbating, begging to cum, echoed through my mind. The slender, rich girl glanced at . Normally, she'd sneer at . This ti, she just blushed and looked away. Her dad, dressed in an expensive suit, put his arm around her shoulder and let her away.
Then I saw Chris and his two friends. I scowled at the three assholes who liked to bully . Chris glanced at , and then gave a sheepish, almost apologetic smile. His friends shifted around him. The three of them broke apart, Lance, a tall Black guy, rushed to catch up with his girlfriend, Paris. Chris walked down another hallway, calling out, "Hey, anyone seen Aurora?"
That na made shudder. Aurora Pritchard... The bitch who led her two friends, Paris and Petra, in picking on and sending their athead boyfriends to threaten . Aurora had green eyes and blonde hair. Such a beauty.
God, I would love to have fucked her during the craziness.
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Salo "Sam" Shapiro
"We'll be right outside, Salo," my mother said. "Take your ti getting dressed."
"I'm fine, Mother," I said. I hated when people use my real na. Why did my parents na Salo? Only my Mother used to it any longer, everyone else calling Sam.
That was a serviceable na.
"I'm not sure the hospital should be discharging her," my father said. The stereotype was that the Jewish mother was the one that was overly concerned and protective could be wrong. "She was in that gas attack. They should run so more tests."
"I am fine, Father," I said. I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "I even have a date tonight."
"Yes, with... Justin..." my father said, his voice thick with disdain.
My mother shook her head. "Relax, it's good that she's dating. You wanted her to socialize more."
She drew my skinny father out of the room as I heard him say, "But dating that boy who almost got expelled for hacking the school—"
The door shut behind them.
I drifted over to the small dresser in my hospital room. It was cheaply made of plywood with a thin veneer of stained wood over it. I opened up the drawer, finding a familiar pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt inside. There was no bra; my breasts were so small, only A cups, I didn't see the point of wearing the uncomfortable things.
"However," I said to myself as I pulled out the pair of plain, white panties, "perhaps I should have so enticing lingerie to wear with the date tonight."
The sudden urge to go shopping rushed through . It was a new impulse. All these girlish feelings were bubbling through , uncapped by my confession to Justin. Whatever had happened during the gas attack had changed .
I shook my head, surprised that my emotions didn't annoy with their distracting urges.
Normally, I had to clamp down on my feelings for Justin, not wanting to be afflicted by the boil of my hormones. I had masturbated a few tis but never thought the small rush of pleasure was worth the sticky ss between my thighs and the waste of ti it took.
But now...
I had such strange mories of having sex. Little flashes of doing things. Justin and making love in a dark room. Justin chained to a classroom wall. I impaled my pussy down his cock while soone hugged from behind. I licked Miss Daisy's pussy as Justin moaned in the background. Girls ate my pussy and asshole while calling "Queen."
"Explode on him and drain all that nasty lust from him," whispered through my mind. The girls speaking had a Latina accent. Was that Petra? "It will make him docile. He'll be a good boy-slave."
I shook my head and grabbed my phone after drawing on my panties. I turned it on and scrolled through it and...
My phone had been scrubbed.
I could tell that soone had ssed around with my data, hacking in and modifying things. I dug into the logs, forgetting that I was supposed to be getting dressed. There were strange signs all over the place. Histories erased. So of the illegal modifications I made to my phone, jail-breaking it, had been removed. I opened up my social dia accounts and saw that I hadn't posted anything since Tuesday morning. I usually was involved in a number of groups on Facebook talking about science and technology. Next, I went to the forums that I browsed, places where I would talk about conspiracy theory stuff.
Those websites were down.
I contacted soone I trusted, Ipso_Custodes, and sent him a text. "Why is the forum down?"
The forum was located on the dark web. I needed to use the TOR network to access it. It wasn't sothing normal people could find. People thought the dark web was Silk Road and other illegal activities, but there were plenty of programrs, hackers, and free speech people that had their own secret ssage boards to talk about things without people snooping on them.
Soone had gotten to one of those websites.
"If you don't rember, good," Ipso_Custodes ssage . "You got mixed up in it. Just let it lie. They're snooping all over the Internet. You're too dangerous to be in contact with."
I swallowed. "They" ant the governnt.
Undaunted, I dug deeper. My parents knocked on the hospital room door, but I ignored them. I had to figure this out. It itched at . Then I found an archive of the forum post. It was on another website in the deep web I knew about. There was my user account, chatting with Ipso_Custodes and a few others yesterday. About...
Project KRONOS...
"You can stop ti" echoed through my mind. "You are behind the anomalies with the atomic clocks." Justin could manipulate ti? Interesting.
My eyes flicked up from my phone as I pondered what was going, darting around as my mind struggled with my mories. My gaze landed on my IV bag that had been feeding fluids while I was unconscious. There was a chemical na on there: Flunitrazepam. I didn't recognize it.
I googled that na. My eyes widened when I saw the results.
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Justin Sampson
The drive ho was... a strain. I think my family and I were all feeling these little snatches of mories. The sexual encounters that I'd shared with my sister and my mother had happened. Krystal kept squirming beside in the back seat, staring out the window like she didn't want to look at . Mom kept glancing behind , this happy smile on her lips. Dad looked strangely cowed.
Was he rembering he'd dragged mom into the middle of my classroom and begged to fuck her? That mory was getting clearer. I couldn't rember what happened after that. Was it connected to the one of fucking my mom in the college's bathroom? Did that happen later?
Earlier?
When we reached ho, Krystal raced into her bedroom and slamd shut her door. My dad shook his head, and then he began vacuuming, of all things. My mom glanced at him, then thanked him for helping out.
Dad, maybe sensing I was watching in shock, gave a sheepish look and shrugged. "I even have a job interview tomorrow," he told . "My back... It's been feeling better. The gas did sothing that fixed it, I guess."
"Oh, cool, dad," I said, off- balanced.
My mom gave him a hug and even kissed him on the cheek. It was surreal.
More than a little weirded out, I headed up to my room. The mont I entered and my gaze fell on my rumpled bed, I had flashes of fucking Mom on it. Just pounding her from behind doggy style while dad knelt on the ground and begged like a pathetic cuckold. I shook my head, wondering if I was going to be beset by these mories forever.
I flopped down on my bed, lying on my back, and stared up at the ceiling. My last clear mory was walking to college while following after my little sister and her friend. I felt like a completely different person now than that horny pervert two days ago lusting after his sister and imagining her doing naughty things with Ji-Yun. I felt like I had done sothing montous during the gas. Sothing profound.
There was this light. I risked sothing to get to that light. Gave up sothing. Sothing profound. My fingers flexed before . The answers were just out of reach.
"Rember that," echoed through my mind. The green-eyed girl said it was such sincerity. Tears brimd in her eyes. "Rember that this is what I wanted. To be a strong man's sex slave. Even if it all goes back to normal, that won't have changed. You can still claim . You can still make yours again. Because I'll always be your sex slave, Master. Always."
"I own this pussy," I rembered growling. "It is mine to use. It's my cum-dumpster. I'll fuck you whenever I want. Nothing is going to change that, slave!"
I had found sothing with Sam, and it seed like there was another girl that I had a different sort of relationship with. I couldn't rember her face? Why was she so.... fuzzy. It was almost like I was... scared to rember who she was. She was perky and feisty and energetic. She loved . Even better, she loved being my mind-controlled slut.
Mind control?
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and went on social dia. I hadn't posted anything on Facebook or Twitter since Tuesday morning. Two whole days of my life were missing. There was only one ssage from my friend, Eddie, asking if I was okay. He used to attend my college until I hacked into the school's system and changed our grades. His parents transferred him to another school after that. I almost got expelled myself. Luckily for , my dad didn't care, and my mother was too busy trying to stay on his good side to punish . They just let do whatever.
"I survived," I answered him on ssenger. "Even have a date with Sam."
"So you need to pick up at 5:25 PM precisely," Sam said in my mory. "Then 8:01 PM shall arrive and we can experint with your powers." I blinked at that mory. Where had I gotten the idea that I had powers? I had this feeling that I could... stop ti. That was crazy. Why would I have that power? What had happened during the gas? What sort of chemical had these effects on people?
"Oh, so you finally know that she had a crush on you?" answered my friend.
I blinked at that. My fingers replied, "Guess I'm just dense."
I was about to Google what sort of gas could have made us all forget things and then have crazy, wild sex fantasies when I got a text from Sam. My heart beat faster. A strange nervousness spilled over . It was my first text from my girlfriend.
A giddy rush surged through my veins. I had a girlfriend. This was all so different. I opened it.
The ssage was pure Sam.
"Justin, I have attached a picture of one of the chemicals that they were given in my IV. It is Flunitrazepam."
Not a bit of romance in her ssage. I smiled as I stared at the picture. Just as she said, there was the na of that chemical.
"And?" I texted her back.
"I had never heard of the chemical, so I googled it. It has another na that you have probably heard of. Rohypnol."
I blinked at that. They my fingers typed, "Isn't that where the na roofie cos from? The date rape drug?"
"Indeed," Sam's reply read. "It is illegal to use in the United States even for dical procedures. And, as you know, one of Rohypnol's side effects is mory loss. Sothing which we all appear to be suffering from."
My heart pounded faster. "Wait, are you saying that there really was an orgy and all that stuff. That I really had a sex slave. That I even was mind-controlling people?"
"Yes. You gained the ability to pause and manipulate ti," Sam answered, her words popping up at the bottom of chat screen. "At least according to what I've been able to piece together from Internet logs. The governnt missed so when they cleaned up our phones and browsing history. There was sothing called Project KRONOS."
mories slamd into my mind. They were these three guys, two who looked like plumbers and the third looking like a slick-haired FBI agent. The three were explaining all about this project. About stopping ti. About the dangers of it. How they need to turn off the machine.
Machine...
There were these rotating bars swishing through my mind trailing blue light.
There was a red button I had to press.
"Fuck it, tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day, and we're all going to see it!" echoed through my mind.
"I think I saved the world, Sam," I typed. Hit send.
"I think you did as well," Sam replied.
And then new mories flooded . The green-eyed girl clutching to , raining kisses on my face. She was scared she would never see again. She looked up at and... This ti her face was clear.
I bolted upright. I had to go.
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Aurora Pritchard
Everything felt so strange to . I sat in my bedroom on my neatly made bed, the walls covered in various posters of hot guys. All the normal crushes: boy bands and hot guys from the Disney Channel. I stared at my phone. Sothing felt off about it like soone had ssed with it. I rembered making posts during that... ti, but they were deleted.
And what was I supposed to make of all these mories bubbling inside of ? It was like my sexual fantasies had co to life. All those ones that I didn't even trust telling my two best friends, Paris and Petra. My fantasies of being owned. Of being dominated by a strong man. Made into a sex slave.
I wasn't even given a choice but mind-controlled into being his slut. His whore. To be used. That was my ultimate fantasy. I felt like I'd achieved it.
And now I had lost it.
I had all these fragnts of mories of just that. All serving this dark-haired guy. I was his cheerleader-slut. I was at his side, finding him new slaves. We turned my friends into whores. I helped him. I fild Paris while she masturbated. I watched as my master sodomized Petra's asshole. I made a promise to him I would always be his slave.
Why couldn't I rember his face?
Feeling confused, I grabbed my phone. I opened it and flicked through contacts, needing sobody to talk to. I paused at Paris's. She was my friend, but she was also superficial. Vain. She only dated Lance to piss off her father. To her, Lance was a boytoy to parade around. She pretended that she was so progressive she was dating a Black guy, but I knew she didn't really care about him.
My eyes darted up to Petra. My Hispanic friend was more honest, a more open girl. But could I confide my true desires to her? I wanted to be his sex slave. I had... mories. My friends had picked on during the gas attack, insulted . They had despised . They didn't like who my Master was.
Why?
My Master wasn't Chris. My boyfriend was blond, not dark-haired. I glanced at his contact. Why was I dating Chris? Because he was our college's quarterback, and I was the head cheerleader? It always had felt... natural. Sothing that I should be doing. But it wasn't sothing that I wanted to do.
I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted to be my sex slave to... him.
Tears burned in the corners of my eyes. Who was he? Why couldn't I rember him?
I blinked my eyes, my throat growing tight. My mouth dry. The tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. I was about to let them when there ca a light knock on my door. A mont later, it opened and my mom popped her head in.
"I have to get back to work, honey," she said. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, keeping myself from breaking down before her. "You can go, Mom."
"You sure?" she asked, though she didn't sound sure. She had sothing big going on at work. More important than .
"Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. It's just so amnesia. No biggie. I was going to take a nap anyways."
"Okay," she said even as she pulled back her head, closing my door. "If you're sure..."
The door shut before I answered.
I leaned my head back. Flicked through my contacts. There was plenty of guys at my college. Which one was it? Was it a teacher? Who had he been? Did I want to find him?
My thoughts ca back to Chris. What to do about him? He was a nice enough lay. He could eat pussy. But I didn't feel like he owned . I tapped my screen and opened up the texting app. I typed out a quick ssage: "We should break up."
Hit send.
I felt nothing when his reply ca back, "Yeah, think I t soone during the gas. I don't know. It's confusing."
"Yeah, it is," I typed. Send.
We'd been dating for seven months. My longest relationship ever. I didn't care that it was over. I just cared about—
The doorbell rang.
I groaned and planned on ignoring it. It was probably just so dumb package. There were always shipnts coming from this or that online store. My mother loved to shop, even if she could only do it in five minutes spurts on her smartphone in between etings at her job. I went back to looking at my phone—
DING-DONG!
I groaned.
DING-DONG!
"Really?" Muttering, I sat up. "Going to make answer the door? Asshole."
I padded barefoot across my bedroom, my long, comfortable t-shirt swaying around my knees. It was the sort of comfortable clothing I wore when feeling depressed. The type that would feel nice even if you put on a couple extra pounds because you were binging on ice cream all weekend while wallowing in self-pity.
DING-DONG!
I trudged down the stairs, gritting my teeth.
DING-DONG!
Who was it? Who could be this damn persistent?
I could see them standing through the frosted glass set in the front door. I sighed and headed up to it, noticing the person trying to peer through. I reached the door and wrenched it open.
"Yes!" I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance. "What is your...?"
My words trailed off as I saw who it was. Justin Sampson.
"No, not you," I groaned.
Why was the dirty pervert here? He was always ogling my friends and . Always staring at us. I an, we were hot and all, so if he was a hunkier guy, I'm fine with it. When a sexy girl like dressed in revealing clothing, we only wanted beautiful guys drooling over us, not weird nerds like Justin Sampson.
"That's how you greet , slut?" he demanded with such authority in his voice.
It was shocking. Justin didn't have a spine. Where had this commanding tone co from? A shiver ran through .
"You took forever to answer the damned door, too," he growled. "You think you can just leave your Master waiting on your doorstep?"
"You're not my... Master," I said as I stared at him. Studied him. He had dark hair, and—
He seized my blonde ponytail, pulling close to him. "Whore, you swore to be my slave forever. So get down on your knees, unzip my jeans, and suck my cock before I spank your ass!"
My rump clenched. A whimper escaped my lips. Part of wanted to obey him, but it was Justin. He was such a nerd and... and...
"It's really you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "You?"
"Yes, it's ," he said. "I want my slave on her knees, sucking my dick, or you are going to get spanked harder than you've ever been in your life. I'm going to make that ass red and leave your pussy dripping wet. You'll be aching for satisfaction. You're not going to get it, though. You'll be tied up and begging for it for days. I'll jam a vibrator up your cunt. I'll turn it on whenever I feel like it, then, just when you're about to cum, I'll turn it off.
"So either obey or bend over that couch and prepare to be punished."
It was him!
I quivered, on the verge of disobeying him. He had mind-controlled once, but I didn't feel like I was under his power now. I felt like I could do anything in the world. I could suck his dick, or snarl at him to go fuck himself.
"Because I'll always be your sex slave, Master. Always!" echoed in my mind. That shadowy face beca clear. It was Justin's.
Petra and Paris would hate again. They would despise . I didn't have the excuse that I was under his power this ti. It would be my choice to be his sex slave.
I fell to my knees, moaned, "I'm so sorry for not rembering, Master! I'm so sorry. I'm so confused. It's all jumbled up inside of . But I'm your slut, Master! Forever!"
"Yes, it's been... an adjustnt," Master said, gripping my ponytail. "You know your place now, don't you?"
I nodded. "On my knees, loving you," I purred as I fumbled to unzip his jeans. To unfasten them. To liberate his cock. "I'm eager to love you!"
His jeans unsnapped with a loud pop. His zipper rasped down, my pussy becoming molten in my panties. My nipples pressed against my t-shirt. They rasped against the fabric as I shuddered. I ripped his jeans down his thighs. His cock tented his boxers. He was a lot bigger than I imagined. For a nerd, he was impressive. I only had flashes of mory of this dick.
I would have to get to know it again.
I yanked down his boxers and groaned as his cock bounced out before . He thrust straight and hard from his curly, black pubic hair. His heavy balls swayed beneath his shaft.
I let out a wanton moan as I grabbed his dick with my left hand while my right cradled his balls. A shiver ran through as I pressed my lips against the tip. I sucked just on his slit, drawing out his precum.
"Damn, yes," he growled. He gripped my ponytail tight. "Worship my dick, slut. I get to do whatever I want to you. I own you."
My pussy clenched. I sucked harder. He did own .
I would moan out loud if my lips weren't sliding over the crown of his dick. I had to blow him. I had to show him just how good I was at pleasing his cock. He grunted as more and more of his dick slid into my warm, wet mouth. My tongue caressed the shaft as I pleasured him. My cheeks hollowed. I worshiped him. I loved his dick. I massaged his balls.
His precum spilled over my tongue. He tasted so good. I reveled in the salty flavor as I sucked and nursed. My cheeks hollowed as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. I kept my lips sealed tight. His balls twisted in my massaging grip.
"Goddamn, you suck cock better than I rember, whore," growled my Master.
Justin was my Master. I felt that as I sucked his dick. This was so familiar. It felt so right. I moved my head, rubbing the spongy crown of his dick against different parts of my mouth. More of his precum flowed down my throat as it poured out of his dick.
He was standing right there in my open doorway. Many of my neighbors could see that I was his whore. I wanted them to see. If I had my phone on , I would be taking a selfie right now. I would be posting on Instagram tagged: #JustinSlut, #CockSlut, #SubmissiveSlave, and #SlaveLife.
I would have the rest of my life to post these sort of pics. To let the world know that Justin owned . I bobbed my head faster, my excitent growing. I wanted to touch myself. My pussy demanded attention, but I was here to please him.
Not myself.
I squird my thighs together, rubbing my hot flesh as my panties soaked up my excitent. My pussy begged for contact, so I kept my hands firmly pleasing my Master. I stroked the base of his cock as I bobbed my head. I fondled his balls, eager for his cum to spill into .
"Fuck, this is even better than I rember," he growled. "Oh, yes, whore. You're my whore, Aurora! Drink it! Drink it all!"
I flicked my eyes up to him. I stared at him, sucking so hard. He pulled out his phone. He aid it right down at and grunted. The flash strobed as he snapped a picture, capturing the mont his jizz fired into my mouth.
I swallowed his yummy cum.
I almost ca just from tasting it. A little mini-gasm spilled through my body. I quivered, my thighs pressing tight as more and more of my Master's delicious spunk spurted into my mouth. I gulped it all down. It spilled down my throat.
It ward my belly.
FLASH!
"That's it," groaned my Master as he took another pic.
FLASH!
"Suck out all my cum," he moaned. "I'm posting this pic on Twitter. #SubmissiveSlave! That's what you want, right?"
I nodded my head as I gulped down the last of his cum. I popped my mouth off and, breathy, moaned, "Yes, I do! I want you to tag Paris and Petra in them. I want them to know I'm your whore."
FLASH!
He chuckled. "You can see my cum dribbling down the corner of your mouth in that one, slut."
I shuddered, feeling so juicy between my thighs.
"Now get that frumpy t-shirt off. My sex slave only wears the tightest, hottest clothes. If she has nothing hot to wear, then she goes naked."
"Yes, Master!" I moaned. I rose and ripped off my t-shirt, my round breasts bouncing before . My pink nipples were hard. Then I shoved down my panties. They weren't skimpy enough. They were just plain, boring panties. Comfortable panties.
I stepped out of them, posing as he snapped more pics of .
FLASH!
I let him see my naked tits and my shaved pussy. I bet my juices glead on my vulva. He grinned, drinking in the sight of . His fingers tapped and typed at his smartphone's screen, posting those pics on the Internet.
Posting them for all our college to see.
"Now, bend over the arm of the couch," he growled. "I want that ass pointed at . You took too long answering the door, whore."
A hot shudder ran through .
"Yes, you have to punish , Master!" I moaned as I darted for the couch.
"Ten spankings," Justin said. "I think you tried to mind-controlled into doing that to you every day."
I shuddered as a flash of mory popped into my mind. I was leaning into a ti-paused Justin, whispering, "Master. You're going to rember I gave you this command. You're going to know that I was naughty. Whenever I'm naughty, or whenever any of your sex slaves misbehave, you have to spank us. Bare bottom. With your hand, a belt, with a flogger. It doesn't matter what you use. You just have to discipline us. ! You'll want to discipline for mind-controlling you. You want to spank , a minimum of ten tis, at least once a day."
"I was such a naughty, disobedient slave!" I moaned, the arm of the couch rubbing against my belly. I wiggled my rump at him. "I just need you to punish , Master!"
Justin advance. My pussy clenched. I could feel him looming over . Preparing to deliver that wonderful spanking that would have shuddering in delight. An amazing bliss that would consu with submissive passion. My butt-cheeks tensed.
I whimpered.
SMACK!
"One!" I gasped, finally able to live out one of those naughty scenarios I'd read about on erotica sites. "Thank you, Master!"
Justin let out a groaning sound as the pain from the first spanking lted through my butt-cheeks down to my juicy pussy.
"Damn, that's hot," he growled.
"I'm your sex slave, Master," I moaned. "It's my job to make it sexy for you."
SMACK!
"Two! Thank you, Master!" I groaned, the pain burning across my left butt-cheek this ti. I squeezed my rump together and wiggled my hips.
A bead of pussy juices ran down my leg.
SMACK!
"Three!" I gasped as the stinging pain burned across my rump. This one landed over both butt-cheeks, falling right over my crack. "Thank you, Master!"
SMACK!
My pussy clenched as I moaned, "Four! Thank you, Master!"
SMACK!
"Five!" I moaned, his spanking landing right where the swell of my ass t my upper thigh. It hurt even worse there. My pussy clenched against the pain as I groaned out, "Thank you, Master!"
"Your ass is looking so red," Justin said.
He rubbed a finger up and down my shaved pussy slit. Then he shoved two digits inside of , making my back arch. My round tits jiggled as my elbows pressed into the couch cushion. I whimpered as he stirred up.
"Spanking you is turning your dirty, little cunt on, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master!" I moaned, squeezing down on his fingers.
SMACK!
He landed that one with his left hand. Hard. The stinging pain shot through . My pussy clamped down on his fingers as I scread out, "Six! Thank you, Master!"
He ripped his finger out of my pussy. I felt my juices splatter my ass. The air rushed.
SMACK!
My back arched. His right hand, two of his fingers wet with my cream, landed square on my flaming butt cheek. The pain was exquisite. It was everything I wanted out of a spanking. I deserve to be punished.
"Seven! Thank you, Master!"
An orgasm was building inside of . I could cum just from being spanked. The pain was becoming pleasure. It built inside of , transmuting from agony into rapture. It was amazing. The best delight in the world.
SMACK!
"Eight!" I howled. Tears spilled down my cheeks from the exquisite agony. "Thank you, Master!"
SMACK!
"Nine! Thank you, Master!"
I quivered. I was so close to erupting. My ass was a burning mass of flesh. I tensed, ready for the final spank to fall. I wiggled my hips, enticing him. I needed that pain. I needed it to turn into rapture. More and more juices trickled down my legs. My pussy was on fire.
"Just a dirty, filthy whore," he growled. He squeezed my left butt-cheek. Wonderful pain flared through .
I whimpered.
"Who owns you?" he growled.
"You do, Master!"
"You'll do anything for , won't you?" he growled.
FLASH!
He took a picture of as I moaned, "Yes, anything! You order it, and I'll do it!"
He tossed his phone over my body. It landed on the couch, bouncing a few tis. I shuddered, hearing him shifting behind . I knew he was delivering the final spanking. He was swinging his arm with every ounce of course that he—
SMACK!
He landed the final spanking right on my pussy.
My ass exploded with pain. My back arched as that agony beca ecstasy. My cunt convulsed. My juices squirted out of my cunt, bathing his hand still pressed into my punished flesh.
"Ten!" I howled in ragged agony. Tears spilled down my cheeks from the intense pain. My labia bruised, my clit abused. It was rapture. My pussy spasd harder, my orgasm bucking through my body. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
His hard cock buried to the hilt in .
My pussy writhed about my Master's thrusting dick. He gripped my hips, his crotch smacking into my rump. He spanked all over again as he fucked . That thwack-thwack of flesh sent a delicious bliss spilling through my climaxing flesh.
I couldn't stop cumming. Not with his dick churning up my punished pussy. He plunged into hard and fast. He fucked like a jackhamr. Harder than Chris ever fucked . I felt the passion from Justin.
My Master loved . He gave what I needed. I was his. Utterly his.
I pressed my face into the couch cushion, howling out my rapture as wave after wave of ecstasy slamd into my mind. My pussy couldn't stop convulsing around his cock. His balls smacked into my clit again and again. My little nub drank it in, sparks flaring.
"This is my pussy!" Justin groaned. "Only my dick ever goes into it!"
"Yes, Master!" I moaned. "No other guy gives this pleasure! Not even Chris!"
He let out a growl of satisfaction, fucking harder. He churned my pussy up to a hot froth, my juices gushing out of as my climaxes rolled from one to the nest. I reveled in this mont. In this amazing rapture bursting through .
"Cum in , Master!" I moaned. "I'm your cum-dumpster! Fill !"
He growled, his crotch smacking so hard into my spanked ass. The pain only added to the rapture his dick gave . My mind boiled with lust. So much pleasure spilled through my thoughts. I couldn't think. I was beyond everything but sensation.
Hard cock plunging into my convulsing pussy.
Smacking crotch spanking into my burning ass.
Rough fabric rubbing my cheek.
I was his.
Utterly Justin's.
Justin's cock erupted in . His cum exploded into my cunt. I quivered, feeling every blast of his hot jizz spurting into . My eyes fluttered as my orgasm only intensified in celebration.
My master was cumming in again.
My cunt spasd even wilder around his cock. My flesh writhed and convulsed. It rippled about his flesh, greedy for more and more of his spunk to fill . He growled, squeezing my tits, holding them with such a possessive grip. I moaned and gasped, my cheek rubbing into the couch cushion.
"Master!" I scread out. This was amazing. I was cumming so hard. My climaxes were spilling from one to the other. I was delirious. There was only his cock in my pussy.
Where his cock belonged.
"Aurora!" he growled after spurting a final ti. He leaned over . "Oh, goddamn, Aurora. That was amazing."
"Uh-huh," I panted. "Mmm, it was. I'm so glad I rembered you. I'm so glad I'm still yours, Master!"
"Yeah," he panted.
He pulled out of my still-quivering flesh. I felt so open. Then a mont later, a delicious rush of his cum leaked out of and ran hot down my thighs. I savored it, a big smile on my lips.
"I need your help."
Despite the euphoria sweeping through , a part of just wanting to curl into a ball and pass out, I sprang to my feet with all the perky litheness of a cheerleader. I spun around, facing him. "Anything! Anything, Master!"
"I got a date tonight, but I have no idea how to get ready for it."
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