Memories

The previous night.

“WHA- UGH, YOU CLUMSY BITCH!” The black-haired woman shrieks, glaring up at you as you attempt to right yourself after the stumble that sent your drink flying all over her. “Do you have ANY IDEA how much this dress is worth!? Or who I am!?”

Managing to mostly regain your balance - albeit on legs wobbly from drunkenness - you turn your attention to the woman you intended to hit on. “I’m so shorry! It was-“

She cuts off your slurred attempt at an apology, drawing the attention of the bar’s other patrons as she yells. “Oh, sorry, are you!? I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re sorry you dumb bitch! An apology from some drunken lowlife isn’t worth anything!”

“L-Look, it was an accident, okay!?” You stammer, feeling your remorse rapidly giving way to irritation. Sure you screwed up, but she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it, right? “I just wanted to come talk to-“

“Why in the world would I want to talk to some plain, insignificant, booze-riddled dipshit like you!? You would have just been a waste of my time, you should know when you’re out of your league!” The bitchy woman spits, her venomous words turning your irritation into fury…

…Which leads to you making a massive mistake; you snap back. “You know, you were a lot prettier before you opened your mouth, bitch!” You growl, unknowingly dooming yourself to an awful fate.

“…Oh really? Is that so?” The beautiful woman’s voice drops, and her face goes oddly calm. Her eyes still gleam with rage however, and after a few moments a wicked smile curls up her lips, inexplicably filling you with a feeling of unease.

It’s at this moment that an unknown man approaches the two of you, one of the people who’s been watching this fiasco from afar. You aren’t sure whether he’s an employee at this establishment or another patron, but either way he starts to speak, likely to try and diffuse the situation. “Hey, you two-“

“Quiet.” The woman’s eyes begin to glow as she speaks her simple command, vibrant green light pouring out of them as her voice resonates. The unease you’re feeling evolves into full-blown panic, but you find yourself unable to gasp or cry out in fear, unable to make any noise at all. The man who just walked up goes silent and wide-eyed as well, and it’s not just the two of you. The entire bar falls silent, and the dozen or so people inside who were all watching your altercation all wear matching expressions of shock, confusion, and terror. “Everyone just sit tight for a little while, give me a moment with this clumsy buffoon.”

The terrifying lady’s second command stops everyone in their tracks before they can move a muscle, and your heart plummets as she turns her attention back to you. A mask of utter terror, matching those of the other patrons, sits on your face. You’re unable to move, or speak, to plead for mercy from this… witch? Demon? Crazy magic lady? Whatever she is, you want nothing more right now than to beg for her forgiveness, because she clearly has some sort of supernatural abilities, and you’ve clearly pissed her off!

She reaches a hand up to your cheek, gently cupping it… before gripping onto your face tightly, digging her nails into your skin. The glow from her eyes fades, and her voice returns to normal as she speaks next. “So, I was prettier with my mouth closed, hm? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Not only did you spill your drink all over me, you dared to insult me, you worthless bottomfeeder. Quite hefty sins, those. Now, how to punish you…”

‘This has to be a dream. A bad dream, a nightmare, a terrible nightmare! This cannot be happening, cannot be real!’ Thoughts of unadulterated fear race through your mind, followed by panicked questions as your heart thuds rapidly in your chest. What is she going to do to you, and how is she doing these things!? Just what all can she do, what is she!? And above all, why did you have to pick her of all people to try and flirt with!?

“…Ah! There’s an idea!” She says, a satisfied smile hitting her lips, and you tremble as you brace yourself for whatever she has in store for you, feeling tears start to form in your eyes. Her eyes emitting light once again, the black-haired woman spells out your sentence. “You may think I’m prettier with my mouth closed, but I’m certain you’re much better off with yours open. Wide open, all the time, gobbling cock. So, I’m going to make it so that that will be your favorite thing to do in the entire world… assuming it isn’t already.”

Your already wide eyes bulge even harder, yet you can do nothing but stay still and listen to her as she continues. “Every time you blow a man from now on, your love for dicks and worshiping them will grow. Each and every one you suck and each and every load you swallow will serve to further increase your desire and devotion for cocks. The very act of serving a man’s penis will bring you great pleasure, and their emissions will taste better than anything you could imagine, becoming the only thing that can sate you when thirsty. Your love for fellatio will never fade, only grow, until you’re nothing but a cock-obsessed whore. Enjoy your new life, cockslut~.”

Tears fall down your face as anguish and disbelief course through you. This can’t be real, she can’t be serious, this can’t be real, this can’t be real… What is wrong with this woman!? You accidentally spilled a drink on her, then got upset when she insulted you and shot back… so she decided to completely ruin your life!? Is she a complete and utter psychopath!? How are you supposed to keep being a trainer like this, when every time you’re **** to give a man a blowjob you grow more addicted to the act!? This is… This is… You can’t wrap your head around what’s happening, it’s just too horrible…

Even more horrible still is the fact that your tormentor isn’t done with you yet. Turning away from you specifically and addressing the bar as a whole, she continues. “Everyone, you will all forget that I was ever here, or that any of this happened. What you will remember though, is that this *fine lady* offered to go down on everyone at this bar, and that you all accepted her gracious offer. Do enjoy yourselves once I’ve left. As for you-“ She turns once again to face you and you alone. “-make sure and comply with anyone who asks you for oral sex tonight, go ahead and get a nice jump start on that addiction. Then, once you're done for the evening, forget about all of this up until the NEXT time you drink down your new favorite treat. Should leave you scratching your head in the morning, hmhmhm~. Now then, farewell, and have fun!”

Turning her back to you, the insanely vengeful woman begins to make her exit. She elegantly strides away from you, moving past the still-dazed crowd of onlookers as she takes her leave. You are still frozen in place as well, unable to move as you watch her vacate the premises. Horrible, painful emotions well up within you as she walks away. Fear, dread, despair, anguish, frustration… Pain. Just… pain. If her powers are for real - which they certainly seem to be given the fact that everyone including you shut up and sat still when she said so - then you’re about to enter a living hell. A nightmare that you’ll never wake up from that will crush your dreams and ruin everything you’ve worked for.

As the green-eyed woman reaches the door of the establishment, she turns back to look at you one last time with a terrible, sadistic grin on her face. With a parting wink, she pulls open the door and exits, and you swear you can hear her chuckling faintly in your mind. As soon as she’s left, whatever hypnotic spell she had on everyone fades, and her final commands take effect. The patrons all forget she was there… and turn towards you with lustful smiles, hardening members, and moistening pussies.

You gulp as the first man approaches you, speaking as he undoes his belt. “Damn, can’t believe you’re really gonna do this for everyone. Must be our lucky day!” He pulls out his cock, and you feel your heartbeat begin to quicken. It starts as panic, but unwanted excitement wells up within you as well as he takes out his dick, **** on you by that woman’s powers, just as they’re about to **** you to go down on every man and woman in this bar that asks you to. And for every man you suck off, you’re going to grow more and more addicted to the act…

This… Can’t… Be… Real…

But real it was. You blew every cock and licked every pussy in that bar last night, your workload ever increasing as more patrons came in through the night and asked to join in on the fun. By the end of the night, the beginnings of your addiction were firmly planted within you after sucking so many penises. It’s a wonder you have as much willpower left as you do, given how much it’s built up. You have no idea at exactly what rate it increases, and you’re not keen to find out, considering it was already so strong that you began masturbating even as that biker humiliated and insulted you. Speaking of which, you need to get out of here before his friends-

“Damn, looks like Jed wasn’t kiddin’! He really got one!”

The gruff, unfamiliar voice cuts through your faint hopes of escape. Turning your head, your eyes widen in horror as you take note of what’s going on. They’re already here. At some point, during either your forfeit or flashback, the rest of the bikers had shown up. You feel the painful emotions of the previous night well back up again; fear and dread at what’s inevitably about to happen to you, despair and anguish at the ridiculous, horrible situation you’ve found yourself in, and frustration at the fact that this all started due to your own clumsiness. If you hadn’t tripped over your own two feet and spilled your drink on that lady, or if you hadn’t lost your temper and insulted her, or if she hadn’t been psychotic enough to destroy your life over those petty things…

But you know there’s no point in what-ifs right. Right now, you need to focus on figuring out a way out of this mess, one that involves as little fellatio as possible, much to inner-Emma’s chagrin. She’s still there, urging you to forget about escape and accept the inevitable. To just enjoy the bliss that would surely come from wrapping your lips around all those wonderful, delicious, mesmerizing dicks… Shaking your head to try and clear out both the horny thoughts and negative emotions, you rise to your feet from your kneeling position in front of the bald biker - Jed apparently - and look up to stare out at the rest of his gang. Fourteen men, fifteen including the one you just lost to, most of whom are slightly familiar to you, as you’ve beaten them in battle before. In fact, only one stands out as unfamiliar, meaning that’s most likely the one who just spoke, and who Jed was referring to earlier. Their leader…

He’s walking towards you, an imposing figure looming over you at 6’2” tall. His torso is almost entirely bare, only a sleeveless red and black vest sitting atop his rippling muscles. He’s absolutely shredded, and the part of you that’s still horny after your recent orgasm can’t help but look over his abs appreciatively. Gray metal cuffs rest on his wrists, like chainless manacles at the ends of his muscular arms. Loose red pants cinched by a black belt cover the lower half of his body, with a gold chain hanging off of said belt. Glancing up at his face, you can see his features are rough, but not unattractive. That face has clearly met more than its fair share of fists head on, and seems to have come out the other end relatively intact. Finally, his hair is shaved close on the sides with a short fauxhawk rising up the top, the shaven parts being dyed a deep red and the raised part dyed a bright yellow.

As you finish your appraisal of him, your hazel eyes meet his brown ones, and you find him giving you a cocky smirk. “What? Like what you see?” He asks, his deep voice rumbling out from his chest.

“You must be Viper.” You respond evenly, resisting the urge to cover your bare breasts and swear at him as you catch his gaze wandering down your body.

He takes his time, looking over you as you had just done him, slowly and lecherously drinking in your beauty. Once he’s satisfied, he meets your gaze once again, his smile growing larger. “Sure am. And you must be tonight’s entertainment.”

Several of his cronies start laughing at his words, all leering at your half-naked form and grinning. You manage to hold back from making a biting reply, remembering just how well being snippy went for you last night. Besides… you may be able to use this to your advantage. None of these guys seem like the bright sort, so if you play your cards right, you can make it through the rest of the night without sucking anymore cock. You just need to act a certain way, swing things in your favor, and you can get away with at least your throat unmolested… though the same can’t be said for the rest of you.

Now, you have to choose your next words very carefully…