Disorienting and Draining

What occurred over the next week was a blur that made it hard for Alan to keep the days straight. His body was not adjusting well to his attempts at sleeping earlier and he was only getting an average of four hours of sleep per night. He hadn’t even had a chance to talk with Selena about anything, she was already in her room when he got home and out of the apartment before he left.

He had no idea if Beth had had a chance to talk with her yet, his last text to her inquiring had been left on read. He wondered if she was spending more time with her boyfriend and thus was avoiding contacting him. Afterall, it would only take one glance at the chat log to see something was going on. So he was left in limbo there.

Not to mention, he hadn’t considered how much more he would be in demand at work with Harry not being in the office. The employees would now swarm him for all inquiries and between the multitude of the questions and the lack of sleep it was becoming easy to lose track of them, leading to people pestering Alan throughout the day to see if he had a chance to look into their problem yet.

The two saving graces of the entire affair was Alex joining him at night and the texts he continued to receive from Caroline. Alex for her part would text him before coming in and grab him coffee, good coffee, unlike the burnt garbage they had in the office kitchenette. Then she would come in and help out like his personal secretary, the day got easier once she was in the office.

Caroline’s texts had gotten more daring with each day of the week, making Alan feel that she must be enjoying this daily ritual. Thursday evening he was pleasantly surprised with an image of her masturbating in one of the bathroom stalls, her hand stuffed down into her panties and her bra bunched up over her exposed breasts.

Between everything, Alan found he was stuck in a haze of arousal, tiredness and frustration that only grew throughout the week. This culminated in the mother of all headaches on Thursday night. Everyone had already left leaving him alone in the office with Alex and as she was busying herself with some files he looked over, his hand clutching his forehead and rubbing his temples

“Hey, Alex I know it's not the most professional thing in the world but would you mind if I closed my eyes for a bit? My head is killing me.” He adjusted his chair to lean back

Alex smiled pityingly at him, “I’m not going to rat you out.”

“Thanks, just…if anyone calls or has questions, go ahead and grab me.” He let his eyes drift shut as he heard the brunette reply

“Sure thing Boss.”

His head was pounding, but bearable with his eyes closed shut. Gradually, he found himself asleep

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Alan was in a crimson lit room, wall sconce torches on the wall illuminated the hollow featureless space in front of him. He was seated in an elaborate silver chair, softened with red velvet cushions. He looked and saw in hand a ring to which several chains were attached. His eyes followed the length of the chains and saw each ended in a scantily dressed iron collared woman, only a shiny black leather thong and corset.

Four chains total, and he recognized each. Smiling mischievously up at him from the ground was Beth, while to her right was Caroline, eyes cast down, cheeks blushing furiously but a shining glimmer of subservience about her form. The final two were more shocking, but in the dream Alan was possessed of supernatural calm.

There in front of him was Alex, her hair let down and a look of feverish adoration about her countenance. The final woman was his own sister Lena, a mix of shame, fear and arousal about her entire being.

They all crawled on all fours towards him and a sultry pink arm wrapped around his shoulder, as the She-Devil was suddenly present. Her eyes were alight as she whispered into his ear

“All yours for the taking…where do you start? You need only…push” He fingers traced his jawline as the four woman were now on him, hands in his lap looking up at him pleadingly, tracing his thighs and cock with their hands.

“Take them!” The She-Devil let out an enthusiastic cry as-

Alan awoke…his eyes still closed only to feel a hand still on him.