Mesmer, page 5
His words settled inside me like a rock, like a pair of cement shoes attached to my feet just before he dropped me into the water. I couldn’t breathe right, couldn’t breathe at all, and somewhere in the hazy chaos of my head I saw someone, something, gray and hazy shaking its head. Tsking me, warning me away, warning me back. But I couldn’t talk anyway, even though the words were right there, just behind my teeth.
You wouldn’t do that to me. Not me.
“Go to sleep, Hannah. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.” Tomik leaned back in the chair as my eyes drooped, my body suddenly exhausted and heavy. “I know how to fix this.”
5
Tomik
Frank happily let his hill-perched house get used for these parties. The dotted lights of the city were far below. You’d need a good telescope to see up here to the entrance walkway. Or a drone.
Sex and kink were the owner’s main hobbies since he retired at thirty-two, or so I’d been told by a giggling female guest. Blonde bun, nice ass, with pretty eyebrows like hawks on the wing. She’d watched me install Hannah, grinning hugely and with her eyebrows waggling. Bi was my guess. Not a collectable, so I let her be.
Hannah, covered from head to her little toes in a black latex bodysuit, waited beside the Perspex door.
She had cute latex kitty ears even. Apart from a mouth hole, the catsuit covered her whole body, and that bored me. Though the latex vagina and ass inserts had been interesting to wriggle inside a squirming girl. I’d already cut away the latex in big circles so her face and tits were visible.
“You like being able to see?” I’d asked as my knife severed the last strip of latex under her chin. She’d nodded, her breath shaky—though that might’ve been the near miss when I went past the eyebrow area.
I think she did like being able to see.
I installed her in the door, strapped her in at wrists and ankles, then closed and latched together the two halves.
Hannah door was a pretend entrance, set up in front of the real door opening, just for the party. The two layers of see-through Perspex could be split apart. Whoever volunteered to stand inside became the filling in the middle. Good solid steel hinges, steel frame, some convenient holes at breast and butt, as well as dick or pussy level—then get someone to stand inside, bind them or leave them to writhe in place, lock the Perspex together and voila, you have a personalized door perfect for humiliating fun.
From my leather briefcase, I took out red and black lipsticks.
“I’m going to write some dirty words on you unless you can get out of there by yourself before I’m done. Fuck me hard—that sort of thing.” Half-smiling, with the red lipstick poised and a hand wrapped around her left tit, I watched her tug and twist. I knew she couldn’t get loose, it just satisfied me immensely to watch her try.
“What do you think? Whore? Slut? Fuck-doll?” I asked, and she choked. “Shhh. Don’t speak. You’ll mess up the letters.”
I drew targets on her tits and both ass cheeks and filled in the space between the circles with those words I’d threatened. Then I applied a heap of red to her mouth and cheeks until she was a cross between a clown and a hooker with no taste. Last of all, I drew two arrows pointing at her mouth.
“Done.” I leaned down and tongued her left tit, sucked, and she gasped then squirmed like a sex-bot against the transparent door. Her tits bulged through the holes most satisfactorily. I slapped one, found my palm smeared with red and wiped it on my coat.
“No more Hannah, just kitty-fuck-doll. Hear me?” No answer, but then I’d put my hand on her below and was stroking over her clit. “Give the lady a show. Let her see you come.”
A few couples went by, stared, smiled, then passed on into the house but my bi lady seemed transfixed by Hannah as her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, her legs strived to spread, fingers scrabbling. The Perspex let us see every twitch and undulation. And all the while I merely thumbed her clit and slip-slid a forefinger along her swollen cunt. Could’ve had her come in seconds but by the time she spasmed and went rigid, squashing herself onto the inside of the door, I could hear the squish of juices inside all that latex every time she squirmed.
It added that nice touch to her degradation.
I stepped away and beckoned to the woman. “Do what you want.”
“Thank you,” she said wryly, and one hawk-wing eyebrow lifted.
She obliged by being the first stranger to feel up Hannah, fingering her latex filled pussy before she shoved her fingers in Hannah’s mouth. Then she clopped inside the house in her tight feathery dress, on high-heeled red shoes that rivalled a stilt-walkers for height.
The breeze coming up the cliff had made Hannah’s nipples crinkle into taut buttons. Her breathing slowly wound down.
Poor cold kitty. I twisted my mouth and pretended to read something on my cell phone.
Leaning against the stone wall to the side of the wide entrance let me see everybody as they arrived. Car doors slammed in the parking area below. Soon, shoes were crunching closer, their soles grinding onto the blown-in dirt on the set of wide steps leading up here.
A couple arrived, coats swaying, with kinky couture hinted at through undone buttons—lace, straps, and leather. Smiling their appreciation, they squeezed and slapped the protruding tits then hauled the door open—it swung silently, apart from Hannah’s small whimper—and they walked into the hallway beyond. The guy gave her butt a final squeeze once he saw the other side of Hannah door. Further down, Frank beckoned them, with his enormous green strap-on wobbling a lewd welcome.
The door hadn’t been empty the last two visits here either. Popular device.
Getting Hannah to volunteer had been easy. I’d told her she was a full, paid-up member of the kinkster’s union then told her to forget who I was and to get in.
I figured I’d leave her up a while, and once she was inside the house, the suggestions I’d planted would give me the wild result I wanted—seeing her turned into the sluttiest fuck hole in history. I’d join in, stamp this as a day of infamy, and once she was nothing but a messy footnote, I could forget her.
Seeing her with a ton of others, for hours, would let me wipe her away like spooge on a window.
So, I waited. People went by, mostly amused by the door.
Only Hannah wasn’t playing ball, had misread the notes. I had to reset her twice and now, make that three times. She kept fucking remembering me.
Forget me. This is how it is. I whispered instructions in her ear while guests wandered past.
I’d found my wall again and waited.
“Tomik?” Though quietly said, it was understandable.
Shit.
“Why am I here? Really?” Her eyes widened and she jerked, struggling to free herself.
She knew me in an instant in spite of my half-skull mask, my heavy coat and gloves. What’s a man have to do to be anonymous?
“Quiet.” I ripped myself off the wall like I was stuck to it, reverted to upright then stalked to her while shoving the cell phone in a pocket. Already I was scowling. I was pissed off to the max.
The briefcase. Sighing, I retrieved it from where’d I’d been standing.
Commanding was simple and what I did to all collectables. I reminded myself of this as I popped the sides of the Perspex then undid the straps holding her wrists. I knelt to free her ankles.
Easy to command.
I wanted her to just do more than that… to be a fuck-doll with a craving for cock and whatever else she was offered—the belt, the flogger, a ten-inch strap-on, a fist… stuff.
I could see the problem, of course. We mesmers never bothered with this sort of back-story shit. Do this, do that was the norm. Then they obeyed.
With Hannah I wanted to see her roll in it because it was her. Her mindset, her filthy need.
“Come. Kneel! On hands and fucking knees.” The gravel-strewn path was going to hurt those knees. Good. I was snapping this out louder than I needed to. She dropped to her knees, looking up at me with a wobbly mouth.
“Tomik? Why? I don’t—”
“Shut up.” I pinched my nose, hard, to slow myself, then went to the briefcase again. I selected the plain steel collar and the chain-link leash. Had a load of goodies in this thing. I’d planned to use things on her while others did whatever they wanted to. She was under instructions to say she agreed to anything anyone asked her.
Easy.
But… fuck no. Hannah was making this an unhappy night so far.
Fixable. I would get my fun one way or the other.
“Hold up your neck. Behave for me. You know you want this, bitch.” I lowered my voice. “You’re my slut, yes? Say yes.” A mesmer command.
Hannah went into pause-mode for a second. She blinked, licked her tongue languidly over her lip, and said, “Yes. I am,” with complete and utter certainty.
“That’s my girl. Let’s go meet people.” I clicked my tongue, flicked the leash, then urged her into the house with a nudge of my boot on her butt. “Good kitty. No talking unless I say to.”
Her pale ass with the red target circles and black writing swayed as she crawled at my side, perfectly framed by the holes I’d cut in the latex, same as those tits. If I made her lower herself, her nipples would scrape on the floor. My hard-on agreed this was a good idea.
Once we were in sight of others. Yes.
I’d had enough of trying to do a personality and history implant, for this one night anyway. I needed to nuance this somehow. Inside every female is a slut. It was a mesmer brotherhood mantra. I just needed more practice at tweaking her memories.
6
Hannah
“Halt.” Tomik’s word stopped me dead when we reached the entry to a large living room. The temperature wafting out was far warmer than outside.
I flexed my fingers where they met the floor, frowning. My palms felt specks of grit; my body felt the pressure of the eyes turned upon us.
The long sleeves of this black catsuit were ever in my peripheral view. What I wore was yet another weird element in this nightmarish event. My ass was exposed, my breasts—if I looked down, I could see the red writing he’d drawn on me.
Though my heart kept skittering along I was so lost.
What… am… I doing here?
I nipped my lip in my teeth and hung on, anchoring myself with that small pain.
He squashed my front flat with his boot on my back, ignoring my shocked gasp. Cheek to the floor, shoes before my eyes, and when I blinked, my eyelashes caught on the rug. A smear of red lipstick near my eye made me think ridiculously of the cleaning bill the owners would suffer.
People were talking. I flicked my gaze up to their faces then down to the floor again. Everyone was watching.
I should be peeing myself from fright.
The writing on me, this mutilated catsuit, being made to crawl while he held my leash—somewhere inside a part of me was screaming.
Yet…
I’m into this—into kink. Those words were etched into my thoughts.
Then why did this scare me so much? I wanted to hide from the stares. Goose bumps rose on my breasts and elsewhere despite the heat from being inside the suit. I was sure I’d never before been to a party with so much bare flesh, leather, and bondage. Against the far wall, past the milling legs and the raucous conversations, someone was getting tied up with rope. To the right of that a woman was possibly being spit-roasted by a man and another woman, judging by the legs and bodies I glimpsed, and by the grunts and cries that carried across the room. She was strapped to a bench, and her groans said she liked it.
A blush roared in. I should not be here.
Tomik had some terrible plan. I knew it down to my bones.
“Keep crawling.” The leash in his hand twitched and snaked. “Waggle that ass so people want to get inside it. My kitty doll is available for play!” He raised his voice. “Who wants a piece of her latex cunt and ass?”
Though mortified, I jerked into motion, my palms and knees padding and tapping on the polished timber floor.
“Latex?” someone enquired. “I’m in. Hah!” The man followed, drink in hand. Another two crowded us as Tomik led the way up a flight of stairs.
I padded onward, upward, wanting to stand and run, wanting to say hell no, except the words would not form in my throat.
Upstairs were more padded benches and a bed with chains in a large gray-blue room with a wall of glass looking into the night sky. A light from a plane blinked as it cruised by. Silent. Out there was normal. My chest ached with the yearning to leave.
Maybe I could fly. Get out there and jump… yeah, no, not me. That was suicide.
I just needed to understand why I was here. I looked at Tomik, hoping for something, but got nothing.
We’d stopped at a bench. He patted it with his gloved hand and smiled as I climbed up. On hands and knees still, I opened my mouth as if to talk. I could not, still.
Perplexed, I swallowed. Where were my words?
The followers he’d gathered formed a circle around us, behind me. I dared to glance and counted five, all men, none of them people I wanted to remember.
Though I ducked my head one asked somewhat kindly, with his hand on my hip, caressing, “Is this what you want, girl? You need to be sure.”
Say no.
At a rustle of fabric, I looked up to see Tomik unbutton and shrug off his long coat, revealing a plain black T-shirt and jeans, tattooed arms, nasty heavy boots with silver skulls, and a snake tattoo sneaking onto his neck.
I drank in the sight as if he were some perfect specimen of a boyfriend and not a… whatever. What was he? He’d somehow made me do this. This was his doing. My fingers clawed into the padding of the bench, and I frowned, feeling the vile lipstick on my face move as my skin shifted.
“I…” My reply slipped out. “Yes.” Then I nodded. Whatever hope had risen now sank, irredeemable, lost to the depths.
“Good answer, Kitty.” Muscles shifted under that stretched shirt when he tossed aside the coat. He let it fall to the floor as if it weren’t actually worth more than some people’s cars, then pulled off the half-skull mask and dropped it.
I wasn’t Kitty. I was Hannah. I shook my head, trying to inject sorrow and panic into my expression.
“What is it, Kitty-fuck-doll?” He stripped off his T-shirt and there was a body I’d not seen in years… My thoughts ran down, ticking over. I had seen those tattoos before, only yesterday, hadn’t I?
A gray figure lurking at the back of my mind sniggered and nodded. There you go, she mouthed. You know. You know. You can remember.
And I saw her mouth move and I knew her words, but her existence was unfathomable. Was there more of her than a mouth? I saw Tomik too, both then and here and then again. My vision blurred. I shivered, my mouth stuck open.
“Hey!” Tomik slapped my face and leaned in until we were face-to face, whispering as if we had some secret conference to do. “Be awake. Be you. What’s the point of having what you want to happen if you zone out?”
Want? Me want this? He’d asked a question though. I could talk.
I whispered back.
“I don’t remember ever doing this. I don’t want—”
“You do. You remember, Hannah.” Such smooth sly words. “This is what you always craved. Hmmm?” He ground his forehead on mine. “Being a little latex fuck doll, being filled with strangers’ come, being made to submit. You want this. You fucking crave it. Nod.”
I… nodded.
“Good girl.” He smiled then and kissed me lightly on the lips, his tongue wandering in and meeting my teeth then my tongue, playing with me. A wash of lust filled my mind to brimming, and I moaned into his mouth, felt the vibration echo. I gave in. To his sheer presence before me. It made my clit pop and my breasts swell, my temples throb. Unrequited lust. Lust lust. The heavens decreed this union. Romeo oh Romeo. Lines from plays written or imagined ran amok.
I panted, wanting more, and so overcome my eyes stopped seeing.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I even heard myself whimper.
I felt him pull away a distance, and I blindly tried to chase his mouth, which made him chuckle.
Trembling, blinking, I focused, ready to squirm onto anyone’s cock, just like he’d said I would.
Tomik lifted his head. “She’s latex allll the way inside too. Do what you want in there.” Again, he spoke to me. “I am going to watch while they take turns fucking your ass and cunt. Yeah?” Someone laughed and I heard zips being undone, belts being unbuckled. “And I guess I will fuck your mouth and well…” He straightened and put his hand to my chin, stroking his thumb over the corner of my mouth. So gentle and it reminded me of how he once was. “Whatever other shit I make up on the spot. Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” I answered, tears filling my eyes until they began to spill. He sneaked his thumb between my teeth, wedging my mouth open.
Casually he unzipped and took out his cock. I stared, knowing what was about to happen.
Oh yes. Oh yes.
To get fucked in public by these others because Tomik told them to, to be told I loved it, was so wrong and so awesome it messed me up, my thoughts confetti thrown on the wind.
Wedding simile? You’re a journalist. Pick a better simile to be gang-bang fucked by.
Was this me?
Couldn’t be, the wind threw back at me, confetti sticking to my eyeballs.
Someone stuck fingers in me back there, and I choked a little at the shock. Plunging them in so heartily I knew they’d used lube, then more were shoved, rammed, both places, and the world went on pause while I registered what they did to me. Me. It felt so damn good.
I stuck my ass up, clutched the bench, lowered my breasts to the padding, cough-whimpering at the rougher thrusts, the coolness sticking to my skin.
No, mouthed gray girl, heaving herself from some place inside my head, emerging, stretching.
