Mesmer, page 6
Not real. She’s not real.
I groaned as they toyed with me, abused me, used me. The squelching of latex amplified, made lewd by lube.
“Fuck!” I shout-whispered.
“Oh, she does like it.” Some baritone sexy guy laughed at my predicament.
Gray girl fetched a folded chair from somewhere, sat down and crossed one ankle over the knee of the other. She gave me a wink and a thumbs up, somehow, despite her blurred face. I had the impression she liked my similes, or maybe liked that I remembered my job.
This is a nightmare and not real.
“She is fucking loving this. Right, Hannah?” Tomik clamped a hand on the top of my head.
A liquid squish and a murmured, I’m going first, before you mess her up, made me shudder in anticipation.
“Yes,” I croaked, groaning already. Deep inside I was saying no a hundred, hundred times.
Gray girl grinned. I gathered she knew I was fucked, was about to be fucked. Today was fucked. The world was fucked.
Could I keep calling her gray girl, this blurred figment?
I dub thee Greta.
She raspberried silently. I ignored her. Latex meant they couldn’t hurt me. Right? Please be right.
And it isn’t real anyway. This cannot be real. This is not me.
“Just a taste to get me booted up to the right level.” Tomik grinned and stuck his cock to my mouth, the pressure squashed the head into my lips and teeth. “Open.”
My mind disintegrated into mush as someone pulled apart my ass cheeks and something new and large shoved into my pussy, slapping me forward onto Tomik. His cock shunted over my tongue, making me splutter and try to breathe around it.
Then he stilled despite the movement behind me, his body rigid.
Hands grabbed at my hips, pulling me onto whoever owned the cock that was inside me.
I shut my eyes, opened my mouth wider and someone ran a finger up my latex-covered spine. It felt like acid on skin, burning in, burning deep.
My spine arched, following that racing hot finger with painful frissons curling away into flesh, searing me. Bliss and burn. An orgasm blew me apart. Flesh, blood, and whimpering, I arched deeper, whining.
Those possessive hands tightened on my head and jaw. He stilled. Cock half in my mouth, half-out, with my spit wetting my chin. My breathing rasped in my ears. I heard him curse over the rubbery wet noises from the others, then a “Fuck this.”
He withdrew from my mouth and wrenched me forward, had to catch me so I didn’t fall over the front edge of the bench. I clutched at his pants with both hands.
“That’s enough. Everyone get out. No more fucking. Go find someone else.”
The voices of the other men rose in annoyance, almost anger, but no one asked for my opinion, and Tomik’s hands stayed clamped about my face and neck until they left.
The room was quiet.
He went to the side, scooped me up in both arms, as if I were a piece of luggage, and headed for the glass wall. A part of it opened, letting in a solid breeze that had me shivering in seconds, and letting us out.
A set of lounging chairs was here. Moon and stars too. The sounds of the party were muted, The crickets were loud.
The door shut, and Tomik set my feet to the tiled floor.
“On your knees,” he growled, in nasty mode. “What the fuck? You wrecked that.”
I did?
On knees, with head crooked back, I watched him run both hands into the sides of his hair then stomp closer. He’d asked me a question.
“I did nothing?”
“Fuck you, kitty fucking girl.” His hand swiped over my head, and the cat ears on the suit fluttered as he hit them.
He’s right, gray girl mimed with her mouth. You did something. We need to do it again.
We? What?
7
Tomik
I’d been set to watch them screw her for hours, or whoever I could get, and then pow watching some other dick get his dick in her just was not fun.
She screwed with me. Just by being.
I grabbed those stupid cat ears and ripped them off along with the top of the suit’s head, threw it past the edge of the balcony where the wind whisked them away. It was so breezy up here even I was feeling the cold. I’d left my coat and T-shirt inside, unhinged by my chickenshit aborting of the gang-bang.
Gang bang kitty fuck. It had a ring to it even.
“We could’ve made a porno.” I sneered at her red lipstick-smeared face, then… then I sighed. “Come here.”
I needed to think.
Why couldn’t I do this?
With thumbs I applied myself to wiping off the lipstick. Or at the least rearranging it. Harder swipes then softer. The stuff was stubborn. She beguiled me just by touching her. Her tits, I glanced down, those could stay lipsticked. My hard-on resurrected at the sight of those plump melons with their decorations.
I hadn’t tucked my cock away, so it insisted on poking at her face. Nice. I grinned. I’d stick it in her once I figured myself out.
“You messed with me, Hannah. Just because you’re fucking you. Seems I can’t stand watching you get screwed by random assholes. What am I going to do?”
She gawped up at me as I thumbed at the red.
Had I told her to be dumb?
“Talk. Speak. Be you.” What did I mean by that? Her expression was puzzled. The idea of letting her loose again was interesting. I undid my belt, unthreaded it from the loops, and walked behind her. “Hands at your back, Kitty.”
When her hands met each other, I stooped and wrapped the belt around her, tying it so her wrists were winched together tightly. If she screamed, I could handle it. There was a certain thrill in letting her be herself but tied up so she could do little about it.
A genuine girl.
With a jolt, I realized I’d never had one quite like this.
I wanted Hannah struggles? I grabbed my dick and squeezed. The throb under my hand made me need a deep breath. Jesus.
Let her know what I did.
Fingertips trailing over her hair, I walked to her front.
“Be you, girl, before I took you, before you came begging. Remember you.” The rasp in my voice was obvious. Think I had a new craving. “You know I can control you like a puppet. Thoughts, actions, all of it.”
Well, there I’d done it. Didn’t matter as I could press delete in her head, after. Still. I hard-breathed for a few seconds. This was such a milestone. What mesmer ever explained what he did? The ultimate taunt for a collectable.
She swallowed and her mouth twitched. “You changed my memories.”
She’d made the jump to that fast.
“I did. You wanted help, and all I could think of at first was how much I hated you.” For existing. For begging. For making me recall how pure and nice and like an angel she’d been.
“That’s… that’s wrong!” She shook her head crazily. “We never hated each other. I think I even lo—”
“Stop!” I clenched my teeth. “Don’t say it. We never did.”
I had to destroy her to get her out of me. She’d sunk her claws deep when we were young. I had to tear them out.
“That’s how I saw you,” she whispered. “What happened to you?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” I thumbed away the tears she was shedding. “How could you? Life is for fucking and pain, and why would a collectable understand that?’
“A collectable?” Her mouth moved in the red-smeared landscape I’d created.
“Yes. When I say spread your legs, a collectable does as she’s told. Every single time. That is you.” I smiled cruelly.
“I’m…” Her question trailed off. “Wait. No. Life isn’t sex and pain. That’s a shitty assessment, Tomik.”
I flexed my fist. I wanted to hit her whenever she said my name.
“Life is beauty and moonlight, it’s family and friendship. It’s stars overhead, love, and…” Her voice softened. “And watching the embers from a fire drift into the sky while you hold the hand of your boyfriend.”
I stiffened. That was us, that night. Long time ago, a very long time.
“Open your slutty mouth.”
My clockwork collectable did so. Mouth a perfect O, her shoulders twisted, and she tried to rise from her knees.
“Hard to get up when your hands are tied, huh?”
I grinned at her consternation. Then I jammed my cock into her hole and began to face-fuck her properly, listening to her burbles as she inhaled past cock, her lips stretched to their limits. Destroy. Get bored. Forget. Remember? I just needed her around a little longer.
In the meantime, I’d play with how real I could be, how much of her brain I’d let loose. It definitely added spice.
“You can come now,” I rasped out.
Let the gargling commence. She gasped past my cock, spitting, chest heaving in that one last suck of air. Her body responded as it must, wrenching her spine into an arch, tightening all her muscles.
I even had to hold her head with both hands while I fucked it for the last few strokes. The feel of the come pulsing through my dick was sweeter than ever before. With my dick jammed in hard, I watched as she spun down from the orgasm. Then I freed her and stepped back. She swallowed some, spilled some—saliva or come, splattering it to the tiles. Head down, she recovered, gasping in the wet, jizz-flavored air.
I went to one knee and held up her head, almost gentle as I wiped at her mouth. Her bloodshot eyes searched mine, desperately, as if I had some answer for her.
“That was fun. You can forget again now, dear Hannah.”
She slumped a little, her muscles losing their tenseness. Zombie girl. Sadness crawled in. Hannah was gone again. I could bring her back, though.
I stared at my fist in the dimness on the balcony. When she’d said Tomik I’d wanted to hit her. Why?
Why?
I think I had it—it was because she made me feel something.
The starkness of the sky versus the emotionally powerful visual of a shivering, curled-up girl in a torn kitty costume made my head stop trundling through the whys. I told her to stay then went inside and retrieved my briefcase of unused gear. Maybe I could do something after all. I sauntered out, left the case on a chair and took out the camera.
Sucking inspiration through my teeth, I eyed her then the pale night sky. The moon was finally making an appearance. The contrast of her skin against the shadows and the red and black of lipstick and tattered latex beckoned me. Pretty destruction. Chaos and nature.
I took a few shots of her on the floor, then set her up on the chair, with the lighting from inside and outside making her a study in contrasts. My camera was good in low light and I liked the random blurring. Who wanted some perfect shot when you could have this fucked-by-strangers-and-discarded crudity? It made her look thoroughly roughed up.
In the final shot of her crouched over the chair slats, the stars happened to shine in just the right manner around her. A halo of sorts.
Two smudged letters, UT, from the word slut still showed on her cheek. A flap of black latex peeled down her neck. Her perfectly formed breasts had swirls of blended black and red and no legible letters, but her nipples stuck out in silhouette. And the curve of her thighs shone in latex.
This stilled my heartbeat for a few seconds. I had to stare. Incandescent beauty. Yeah. Twinkle, twinkle.
I straightened from where I kneeled, slowly, admiring the shot as it showed at the back of the camera. She was right. The stars were worth having. Then I noticed a glimpse of shine from where she watched me with one eye, concealed behind a fall of hair.
She seemed too aware, as if she knew something I did not.
8
Hannah
I woke and found crosshatched wire before my eyes. That woke me even more. There was a small padlock on the cage door in front of me. Scrambling upright, I brought my knees under me, my heart on fire with scary possibilities. Someone didn’t want me to leave.
Beyond, the room looked dilapidated, as if this were a movie set for vampires with a languid and distant affair with real life—let the building rot, we have all the time in the world. Dusty furniture, crooked shutters, light that staggered in through the wreck of those shutters and a dirty window.
Where was I? A blanket and thin mattress lay under my legs. My thighs were bare beneath my hands and cool air was making my nipples rigid. I pinched my lips, realizing I wore no clothes.
Shivering, I felt a strange solidness settle. A sense of place. This was now. Real. Déjà vu had dropped in, uninvited. I knew where I was… sort of.
Impossible. I don’t know here.
A tall, heavy-set man strolled in through an open doorway to the right, and I held my breath. Spiders skittered about in my stomach. Short sandy-colored hair and down his arms ran tattoos, snaking from under a cream T-shirt. Shorn furrows raked through his hair.
He exuded the surety of a man who had the world by its throat, a man who would calmly squeeze in his fingers and choke anyone in his way.
Had I been kidnapped? I shuffled back from the bars, hands cold from fear, wondering why I bothered. I was not invisible.
“Hello, Hannah. How will we start this time?”
Oh fuck. My temple thudded, like it would cave it in.
If only I could run.
“This time?” I croaked. Tomik? Shit. That was Tomik. “I know you.”
“Yes.” With one hand, he tipped up and hauled a big wooden chair with armrests across the floor, leaving a visible scrape and hurting my ears. When he reached a few feet away, he sat. “You do. You always do. It’s a little boring. Why is that? Do I smell?”
Even that question seemed a threat.
Elbows on knees, leaning forward, he let a hand drape over his mouth, idly thumbing his stubble. I could see his amusement.
Why the fuck did I amuse him? His gaze lowered, dragged itself over my exposed body.
“Every goddamned time, you make me want to pull you out and fuck you.” He shifted his position on the chair.
A hot blush poured over my face; an unwelcome warmth brushed between my legs. My next shiver seemed to coax my swelling clit, make it swell more. I pressed my thighs together, hiding myself but enjoying the pressure. How dare this turn me on.
“But, let’s be slow today… and civil. Civil? That’s a word you’d have used way back in our stupid youth. This is what? The eighth time I’ve reset your brain, dear Hannah?”
He might have thrown ice water in my face. Reset. My brain. The weirdness shocked. Truth though, it was the truth. I felt the honesty.
“What does that mean? You’re drugging me?”
“No.”
That no echoed somewhere.
*He’s not.* I heard that too, and not from him. From inside me? I shook my head.
“Let’s get this out of the way. I like you in the cage there because I just do. I like doing a lot of things to you. You make such interesting noises when I mess with you. I’m going to fuck with you and your head today, because I like that. And… you’re here because you”—he stabbed a forefinger toward me—“you begged me to rescue you from the sick situation you were in.” He sat back. “Also, you’re a collectable.”
His mouth stilled, and I could hear heavy breathing.
Out of all that collectable made me hear it most. That word carried weight.
Was this really happening? I was panicked, but not enough for this—for being locked in a cage, naked, with a lunatic in front of me.
“Collectable.” I swallowed. “Go on.”
“I can make you do anything, Hannah. And I likely will before I tire of you. After all, I’ve done so much, and I still want more. And I have no fucking clue why.”
Softly, I asked, “Do I care?”
I needed to leave ASAP. Was this lock breakable? If not, the cage was pretty flimsy. Good enough for a dog but if I kicked at those welds…
*Good thinking,* the echo said. And I finally looked. Inside. Behind me but inside.
Gray girl. I knew her. I froze.
You?
*Yes, me.* I swear I heard a smirk in that voice. *Least you remembered.* She wandered across the murky scenery in my muddled brain.
The chair creaked once then kept going, rhythmically, as if Tomik was shifting. The man was heavy enough to make me worry if I let him get hold of me. Escape would be unlikely.
He’d already been pawing me according to him. My memories had been flushed. He’d named that with a five-letter word that I now feared: reset.
Was he nervous, or thinking?
“I’m going to have to experiment more.”
“You don’t,” I ventured. “Really. Don’t. What do you want, Tomik? Money? You said I begged you to help me. You don’t need to anymore. I’ll just go. Please?” My voice shook by the end. Knowledge sifted in, awakening some disused part of me, bringing greater certainty of the danger. He might kill me if I didn’t get loose.
*That’s it. You’re getting it now.* Gray girl sounded happy.
Fuck off, craziness.
I looked to Tomik. “Please?”
“You know, I never thought you had it in you to kill.”
“I’ve never killed. Never. Just, please, let me go.”
“I’m thinking it was something you’d never do again. I can’t imagine you killing either. You were always so ready to defend the environment, save the whales, save the eagle, save the fucking bees.”
The past, he was talking of the past, a much safer subject. I crept forward, snaked my fingers through the wire and held on. “I remember.”
“You studied and became a journalist? I think that was it? Went all the way through college and ended up in that dump of an apartment with a boyfriend you hated. Was it worth it?”
Had I done all that? Wait, yes, it was coming back to me. Except the boyfriend part. I shrugged. Anything to keep him from hauling me from the cage. “You know me. I’m persistent. I got a scholarship, worked hard, ended up going around looking for and selling stories. It paid.”
Just not well. My apartment had been a shithole. Neighbors into drugs, fights most weeks, even most days. I’d been hoping to get out, it was just that money was hard to get. Like always.
