Take care of Dave

Dave found consciousness slowly. His naked lap appeared before him. His legs were caked with greasy, aged spunk and drying blood. He asked no one in particular what was happening and his jaw worked numbly, spilling out drool.

“Hey, babe,” A nearby woman cooed.

Dave squeezed his eyes shut and took deep, deliberate breathes. Nausea rode through his skull. He sat up straight and realized he was tied to a chair. He tried to pull free and only succeeded in tipping to the side. An unseen pair of hands caught the back of the chair.

“Fuck!”

“Dave! Welcome back to the land of the living. Sorry for taking advantage, but we found you in quite a state. I thought I’d take a light touch and let you get your bearings.”

Dave rattled his skull. “Wishbone?”

“Yeah, the magic wishing bone… I’ve got it. Mine now. Which, I think, is fair, because you weren’t going to use it anymore, anyway. Your girls did a number on you.”

“My girls? The Richards girls?” Dave’s head finally cleared enough to look at the room. He was tied up in a kitchen chair directly across the living room couch. On the couch sat three women with model-good looks. They were color-coded – the same color for their hair and their chunky plastic sunglasses and their cheap lip gloss and the suckers they swirled in their mouths and the bras they wore under flimsy wife beaters. They were either red, blue, or green in shades like candy. “Is that… Is that them?”

Dave remembered. He had transformed the cute sisters down the street into his fucktoy slaves. They had fucked like porn stars, literally. There was a recording and it was so hot, he had been jerking off to it, and suddenly, there was nothing but jerking off to it, forever and forever. Even when it had started to hurt, even when it wasn’t *cum* anymore, to stop had been unimaginable and then it was all a blur—

“Give me back the bon-“ Dave tried to look behind him, but a sudden reflex yanked his head back to face forward. He tried to fight it, but his neck refused any command. One of the girls nonchalantly uncrossed and crossed her legs.

“Listen, Dave, just because you’re a loose end doesn’t mean I’m here to turn you into a newt.” The unseen man continued. “Everyone can be happy. You see those three beauties? What they want more than anything in the world is to be top-tier Instagram influencers. And you? You’re going to make three very grateful sluts famous.”

A riotous garden of information bubbled up in Dave’s brain. Old memories came to him unbidden as they formed connections with new ones – new old memories, finding their place like they had always been there. Dave now knew things about photography, videography, audio, social media metrics, hosting, fashion, health and beauty. He tried to hold onto which thoughts were alien, but they merged seamlessly into the network of self and disappeared. Soon, he could barely remember his memories had been altered at all.

Then came the forgetting. It felt like a cat whisker moving through his brain, hooking concepts and images, then dragging them free of context, until they blurred like paint in water. Something about three cute looking girls next door… Something about not trusting his own memories… Something about the Devil’s finger…

Dave slipped back into unconsciousness. The last thing he could process was six gentle hands untying him and carrying him to bed.

Rodney puff out his chest as he walked to the curb. It felt good to do good. A small gang of cycling teens had stopped by the car. Janey sucked on her nipple, to the youngsters’ collective amazement. They panicked and biked off when they saw Rodney coming. He climbed into the driver’s seat. Janey smiled seductive at him.

“Welcome back,” Janey greeted Rodney by running a hand up his inner thigh. Rodney decided to experiment.

“Welcome back, Master,” Janey greeted Rodney by running a hand up his inner thigh.

“Welcome back, Boss,” Janey greeted Rodney by running a hand up his inner thigh.

“Welcome back, Hot Rod,” Janey greeted Rodney by running a hand up his inner thigh.

Rodney hugged Janey around the neck and kissed her on the forehead. She giggled and began to unbutton his pants. But Rodney swatted her hand away. He started the car.

“Not yet. There’s another prude I need to fix and I’m saving it for her.”