Call Out to Them

When you enter the office, you see the two men sitting down, staring vaguely around. Are they still entranced?

"Jim! Sam!" you yell. "Are you guys okay?"

As you speak, they snap out of it and turn to you. You're relieved until you see the look in their eyes. It's animal and violent. They stand up, never once taking their eyes off of you, and you can see erections swelling rapidly underneath both of their slacks. You must've done something else to them! Something you don't remember, somehow... But you can't think about that right now. You need to get out of here, away from these guys until you can figure out what's going on. You step quickly back over to the door and press a hand against it. It doesn't move. You frown and lean more of your weight against it. Still, nothing.

...

How does a door work, again?

Frantic, you start sliding your hands around the door, pushing and prodding it all over, trying to find the trick that'll get you out of here. Nothing works. This is something you should know, you had to open the door to get in, and yet no thoughts come to you. You feel like the spot in your brain where doors were has been ironed smooth, as smooth as the hard wood surface you're desperately pressing yourself against.

Footsteps stop right behind you. You're out of time. You feel two large hands grab hard at your ass, gripping tightly through your skirt. The shock and sensation makes your upper body fall against the door and you flail backwards with your arms but can't get him off of you. As he gropes your ass, you can feel his hard dick start to press into the small of your back. He roughly thrusts your skirt above your waist, bunching it into your panties so it won't fall down as he starts to press his face against one half-bare globe, nibbling and kissing at it. It tickles and you squirm, accidentally thrusting your ass out behind you. The man under you moves his head to your cunt and starts to lick at it through your panties. A moan escapes your lips and you throw your head back, thrusting your hips forward and off the man's mouth.

You throw yourself back into the waiting arms of Jim, who grabs hold of you tightly. You can look up and see his face over yours, upside down from your perspective. His eyes are locked onto your breasts but you can see struggle in them. His arms are wrapped around you but his hands are locked together, fighting not to move. But his struggle is short lived as you can feel from his expression a dam burst inside of him as he throws his hands onto your breasts, kneading them violently. He rips at your top, pulling it roughly apart and revealing your black bra. His eyes show a simple joy as he grips each of your tits firmly through the bra, running them over the smooth material as your nipples harden. The man below you, Sam, twists himself around on the floor so he can press his mouth against your slit, raised from the arch of your body, as he squeezes your exposed ass.

You're bent over backwards, not supporting much of your own weight between Sam at your lower half and Jim on your top. You're floating in sensation, assaulted from both sides, wet at one, hard at the other. Your head lolls back. Sam's head is near yours, he's licking and kissing what parts of your exposed breast he can get at.

"Laura..." he manages, between deep breaths. "Your tits... they're so firm... and delicious..."

Your head is jostled from side to side as it hangs limply. You notice, through a haze, that you feel three pairs of hands on you now. The sensations begin to overwhelm you, and they all start to converge at some center in your body, quickly becoming white hot and needle sharp. They release suddenly and your body becomes taut with orgasm as you scream and buck and ultimately collapse, held upright by the two men still assaulting you. You can't seem to move any more. You hear the door open. "That was great. Good work, everyone." Your vision goes black.

You sit up with a start. You're back in your office. You look down at yourself, but everything seems normal. All your clothes are still there. You sigh and slump down in your chair. You hear the new mail notification on your computer, but for some reason the noise gives you a bad omen, so you ignore it and close the email without reading it. You ignore it and don't read it. You breathe slowly and try to think clearly. Was that whole scene... some kind of dream? It had to be. No matter how real the memories still feel, there was no way something like that could've happened, with you taking control of two men like that. Something like that couldn't happen. Hypnotism doesn't work like that. ...Why are you so sure of that? What do you know about hypnotism? Other than that Hypnotism doesn't work like that.

Your heart speeds up. You feel yourself start to sweat. Your office starts to feel smaller and smaller. You can't take it any more. You need to get fresh air. You stand up from your chair and walk as calmly as you can manage - that is to say, not calm at all - to the door. You open it and step quickly out, running into someone hurrying past the door of your office. You impact and both fall down.