Flasked

Helena’s eyes were glued to her phone; she was reading about the series of crimes that befallen her beloved town lately. There was a series of robberies and missing people happening. The thing that got her attention was that all the missing people were women; all of them were over the age of 19, but there seemed to be no upper limit on the age of the missing people; the latest one who was missing was Mrs. Miriam Yolande, a 50-year-old woman. Helena was familiar with Mrs. Miriam, who was just missing because the older lady was her teacher back in high school.

Helena read the articles, and her expression couldn’t help but turn grim. The town’s sheriff was able to identify who was responsible for the crime of robberies; they were a new, notorious gang in town who called themselves the Black Smoke Gang, but even if the sheriff and the cop knew who did it, they had yet to catch the culprit. They didn’t know who the members of the Black Smoke Gang, they only knew that the culprit was them because the gang had left some graffiti with their gang name in the store they successfully robbed, as if they were challenging the cops to catch them. The cases of missing people were also linked to the gang; all the missing people had been witnessed to be present in the vicinity of the stores where the gang committed their crimes.

Helena was worried that her store would be targeted by the gang next. She already thought of various scenarios in her head of what she would do if the gang decided to rob the stores where she worked. Helena was just a part-timer in the store to help her aunt. The boutique where she worked now was owned by her aunt, and Helena agreed to work as the store’s clerk during her spare time to get extra pocket money. It was a nice and comfy part-time job. She thought being a store clerk would be easy and safe, but it didn’t seem that way now. After this series of crimes, Helena started to reconsider her decision.

She was not ready to face a dire situation like store robbing and gang crimes. Helena was 19-years old girl who had just graduated from high school; her university first term was still a month away before it began. She was a typical preppy blonde-haired girl. Helena had a pretty face and a nice body for a girl her age. She was a slender girl with perky 36C-cup breasts and a bubbly ass.

Helena was keeping tabs on her store’s front door, checking on every customer who entered the store.

“Why are you so tense? You’re okay, right? Are you worried about the recent series of crimes?” Asked Helena’s aunt, Melissa, who was coming to the store to check the store’s inventory.

Melissa was a fashionably dressed woman. She was dressed in a black bodycon dress that accentuated all her curves. She was a local fashion model back in her 20s, and in her late 30s, she had her own boutique where she designed most of the clothes the store sold by herself. She was a gorgeous and hot lady. She had golden blonde hair down to her back. Melissa was 5’9 feet tall, and also had a curvy body figure. The MILF was blessed with a set of 36 DD tits, all natural.

Helena nodded, “Yeah, I can’t help but be worried, considering the latest missing person was my teacher in school.”

“Don’t think too much about it. There has been no report of gang activity around here so far. It’s not like we are the biggest clothing store in the store. So far, they had robbed a bank and a few big stores; the only small stores they attacked were Paula’s florist, which result to Paula, the shop owner, missing after the robbery. We don’t know why they target Paula’s store, but aside from that one time, it’s clear that they prefer to rob the bigger stores in the town, and our place was not too far from the police department; it would only take 15 to 20 minutes for the police to come here,” Melissa tried to calm her niece.

“Yeah, maybe I was too paranoid,” Helena replied.

“Want to hear something interesting about the gang crimes? I don’t think this one has made its way to the local news yet, so I can’t guarantee whether the information is true or not.”

“So, where do you get the information if the news wasn’t public yet, aunty?” Helena asked curiously.

“Don’t underestimate my connection, girl.” The pretty MILF had a smug smile and a proud look on her face.

“Alright, tell me rather than teasing me about it needlessly.”

“From what I hear, most of these robberies were inside jobs. The gang was suspected of having a connection to the store's employee, which helped them to rob the place smoothly. That's one of the reasons the cops have not caught any of them yet, as they could escape easily without anybody noticing that they were the criminals when a store employee helped their escape. Apparently, these businesses always have their security cameras wiped clean and alarms turned off when the gang commits their act.” Melissa told her niece.

Helena frowned and asked her aunt. “So they always have an employee helping them?”

“It seems so. Of course, none of those suspected employees admitted their involvement in helping the criminal and refused to talk about it, even when the cop threatened to hold them responsible. So, the truth has not yet been verified. But if it's true, what are you worried about? We only have two employees in this store right now, you and me. You and I would never help those criminals, right?”

Helena nodded to her aunt's statement.

"There is still one other thing that makes me concerned; why did no one seem to witness them in action? They don’t pull their action late in the night, but they did most of their crimes at a time when the targeted place still has a few people in it.”

“No, maybe there are some witnesses. What if the missing people so far are people who witnessed the gang’s actions? Considering all of them were reported missing after the gang was pulling another heist,” Helena gave her analysis of the case.

“Maybe you've got a point. Maybe the gang **** all the witnesses, but why are all the witnesses women then? Are there no men who witness them?”

“Thank you for making this case seem more disturbing, Aunty. I feel more worried now,” Said Helena sarcastically.

The store’s door was pushed open when Helena and Melissa were conversing, and two women entered the store.

The two young women were both looking posh and dressing fashionably in a bold mini dress. One was platinum blonde-haired, and one had dark brown hair. They were in their early to mid twenties, at least as far as Helena could tell. The blonde one looked like a living Barbie doll; this was both an insult and a praise coming from Helena. The blonde girl was very pretty, but it’s also obvious that her face was surgery-enhanced, even if she was trying to do it subtly rather than getting her face a full blown botox filler. Her bust was also quite impressive for her skinny physique, making Helena quite certain that the girl also had her breasts enlarged. Meanwhile, her friend, the dark brown-haired girl, looked more natural. She got her brown hair tied in pigtails. The dark-haired girl looked like a parody of an innocent next-door girl, as her clothes were the sluttier one out of the two girls. They both wore a mini dress, but the blonde one wore a classier dress that revealed just enough skin to make her look sexy but not slutty, while the brown-haired girl went with a skimpy pothole dress.

It may be just her feeling, but Helena felt that there was something not right with the two girls. When they entered the store, they just stood in the doorway for several moments as if waiting for something. They seemed to be out of it. If Helena could see the fishy about them, Melissa could also notice them. But a customer was still a customer.

“Let me handle them,” said Melissa. The former model then walked toward two girls.

“Can I help you with anything?” Melissa asked, doing her salesmanship duty.

As Melissa talked to them, the two girls started to become more animated as if they got their minds back.

“Can we look at your collection?” The blonde girl asked.

“Of course, what style did you like? I can show you my collection. Please follow me this way,” Melissa replied.

The blonde girl followed Melissa to the other side of the store, but the brown-haired girl didn’t follow them and walked toward Helena.

“Hello, Miss, what can I help you with?” Helena asked.

“Are there only you two here?” The brown-haired woman asked.

“No, there is another employee in the backroom,” Helena lied. She gave the woman a silent warning not to do anything bad in the store.

Helena felt the woman was suspicious. She acts like a robber trying to see whether the perimeter is safe to act on or not.

_Are the two women members of the Black Smoke Gang? I never expected that the gang members would consist of slutty-looking women instead of dangerous-looking men. _Helena thought. She was ready with her phone and was just one press away from calling the cops’ emergency number.

“What are you doing?” Helena heard her aunt shouting.

From the side where her aunt was, billowing purple smoke began to fill the room

Helena then looked at the brown-haired girl, who was holding a flask filled with blue smoke. The girl uncorked the flask and let the smoke out of the flask, engulfing both of them.

All Helena’s muscles relaxed, and her mind went blank.

When she woke up, she was still in her store, but there was something different about the store. None of the clothes on display and rack remained. The cash register was empty.

The blonde and brown-haired girl was standing on the side like a statue. There was a man Helena didn’t recognize in the room. For some reason, Helena felt uneasy just looking at them, but also felt the man was the sexiest guy she had ever seen. The man was getting his cock sucked by her aunt.

“Aunty, what's happening here?” Helena asked. She wanted to rush to the man, but her body didn’t listen to her. She was just sitting behind the desk like a good clerk without doing anything. Helena also noticed that she was naked.

“Lissa, please tell your niece what happened here,” said the man, stopping Melissa from sucking his cock.

Melissa turned to Helena, “So, Helena, I have good news for you. I have been flasked, and chosen by the Boss to join the Black Smoke Gang. I will begin my life of crimes starting today by robbing my own store,” she said joyously.

Helena couldn’t believe what she heard from her former model aunt.

“What do you mean by flasked?”

“Let me explain it,” the man interjected, then took out three flask bottles, “Blue flasks contain the relaxing smoke; this is what hits you, these blue smokes make you docile and calm. It also makes you suggestible. The effect will wear away slowly, and by the next morning, you will be able to move like normal, but the suggestion will be intact in your mind. This is what I use to make someone unable to tell the cops about us, even when they witness our crimes. The next is the purple flask, containing a mix of wicked essence and bimbo essence. It makes a woman exposed to it become a vapid, pleasure-craving bitch who will do anything, even immoral things, in exchange for pleasure from me. This is what hit your aunt; you should look at how eager she sucked my dick. She’s a superb cocksucker.”

Before he continued, two other women entered the room. Helena’s eyes widened in shock; she was familiar with the two new women.

“Boss, we have lifted all the dress and other valuable things to our truck,” said an older woman with a silver side-shaved haircut.

“You can choose one of those two dolls to play with as your reward,” the man replied.

“Thank you, Boss.” Miri licked her lips.

The one whom the man called Miri was none other than Mrs. Miriam Yolande, Helena’s former teacher. But she looked radically different than what Helena remembered her. The 50-year-old’s face was full of piercings from the eyebrows, nose, and lips. Underneath her leather jacket, she was only wearing a black bikini top to hold her new fake big tits. She wore sexy, cutoff micro shorts that hugged her buttcheek sensually. There was a 'spank me’ tattooed on her buttock that Helena could see when Miri turned around.

“Ella, you can start painting the graffiti and vandalizing the store,” he commanded the other woman.

“Yes, boss. Leave it to me.”

Ella was once Paula, the owner of Paula’s Florist. Helena had visited Paula’s Florist a few times to buy flowers for her mom. Paula looked like a nice, easy-to-get-close-to, warm lady. Paula had light auburn hair that was often styled in twin braids, and every time Helena went to the store, she never saw Paula without her long sundress. Ella, though, aside from her face, which still looked like the Paula she knew, looked so different than her. Ella's hair was dyed hydrant red color, with her usually braided hair let loose down to her back. There was no warmth in her face like what Paula had, but a cold, permanent resting bitch face, as if she would explode in anger any moment. Her lips were coated with messy, hydrant red lipstick that made her look like the Joker. A cigarette was resting on her lips. She was wearing a leather crop top and the same sexy, cutoff micro shorts that Miri wore, but she also had a utility belt strapped to her waist with some spray cans attached to it.

“I used the black flask on Miri and Ella. The black flask is the superior version of the purple flask; it was not mixed with bimbo essence, but just pure wickedness. Black flask is transformative. It’s not only able to change someone’s mind, but also their bodies. A purple flask is enough for most cases. I usually use the purple flask to make an agent to scout our target, like the two girls are doing in your store. After the job was done, they would go back to their life; of course, they could no longer be normal like they were before. They have been imprinted by the pleasure I gave them. They will be a sleeper agent of the gang. They would just be a harmless, cockhungry big slut that people would not notice their link to my gang until I call them to do some dirty work.”

The man started to uncork the black flask

“I couldn’t just make everyone my official gang member; grow too big, and maybe I will get attention from some **** outside this small town. I don’t want that. So, I only use the black flask on somebody I want to keep. It would transform someone exposed to the smoke permanently into a wicked gang member without any morals. Unlike the blue and purple flasks, which still let the person exposed keep their sense of identity, a woman exposed to the wicked flask will be reborn into a loyal Black Smoke Gang member. They will still have knowledge of their old life, but for them, it is something like ‘they have heard about that person before,’ but the person isn’t them,” the man explained further.

The black smoke engulfed Melissa.

“Fuck yes, I feel wicked, I can feel evil coursing through my veins and sweep my morals away. Fuck, this feels so good, I’m going to cum my mind out!”

Helena could hear her aunt moan in ecstasy.

When the smoke subsided, the old Melissa was gone forever; the former model now looked like a punk girl with a purple crew cut hairstyle. Helena knew that her aunt would rather die than have her hair cut so short, but here she was now, sporting very short hair. Her skin was paler, but she got a little more muscular. Her appearance had become thuggish.

“Go to the truck; the other gang member there will help you to look the part as bitch of Black Smoke Gang.”

Helena saw her Aunt walked out of the store following the man’s order, never looking back at her.

The man then turned his attention to Helena again, “Should I leave you stuck with blue, or should I use the purple flask on you?” The man mulled.

It’s been a month since the unfaithful day when her aunt’s store was robbed clean by the Black Smoke Gang. Her aunt was also missing. Fortunately, the cops didn’t suspect that she was working with the gangs because when the cops found her, she was bound by cloth on both hands and feet, and she was also blindfolded and gagged.

People in her family were just thankful that Helena wasn’t much traumatized. Helena was still brave enough to go out at night. Her family didn’t stop her because they feared that keeping her home would do the exact opposite to her mental well-being. Actually, Helena didn’t think about her aunt anymore, for her, the most important thing was to have her cunt being filled with cock. From night to night, she whore herself without her family's knowledge. But all these men’s cock were still lacking behind the cock of the Black Smoke Gang’s leader. She could never forget how his dick felt in her holes. She had thinking of using her parents' money to get some big tits implants to make her a more popular whore.

She dreamed that one day, the man would grace her with his presence again. She would do anything for his cock, even if he wanted her to rob a bank, if it meant she could get his cock inside her again.

Her phone rang. Helena got a message from a number she didn’t expect would contact her again. It was Aunt Melissa's number. She wanted Helena to come meet her at a place.

Helena came to the agreed meeting place, a quiet alleyway that was rarely passed by people.

“Aunt Melissa, is that you?”

Helena looked at the person waiting for her there. She had her aunt’s face that Helena was familiar with, but her face now was full of piercing: nostrils, nose bridge, eyebrows, lips, tongue, and dimples. She was still sporting a crew cut hairstyle, like when she had just gotten black flasked by the man. Her ‘Aunt’ was wearing a black studded leather jacket, and she wore the same super scandalous cutoff shorts like the other gang bitches Helena met before. Underneath her jacket was a cupless bikini made from chain that was attached to her spiked collar. Her erect nipples were adorned with nipple rings. Below her navel’s there was a tramp stamp which read ‘Black Smoke Gang’s Bad Bitch.’

“I know about this Melissa bitch, but I don’t want you to mistake me for the goody cunt. I’m not her. Call me Lizza. Lizza the Buzzard. Anyway, our boss had a job for you, he wants you to flask a detective agency that has been tailing him. Do good, and the boss will be rewarded.”

Hearing that the gang leader would reward her if she did well, Helena was almost cum on the spot. She had imagined that he would reward her with his cock, or maybe he would flask her with the black flask and make her a permanent member of his gang!

The End.

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