The Blonde

You choose the try the power on the blonde woman coming towards you.

I wish to be in a sexual relationship with her.

No sooner has the sentence finished forming in your head does everything go black. You also find yourself seated, with your arms and legs bound to the chair.

Is that a blindfold? You furrow your brow. Yep - definitely a blindfold. And wait...you feel the wooden chair against your bare ass. Are you naked? Yep, you sure are! You also realize that your rod is as stiff as a steel pipe. What the hell just happened?

"Hello?" you call out nervously. Did Carl give you the wrong power? Is his species playing a joke on you? You really hope you're not sitting in the middle of an audience of blobs, naked, with a boner.

"You're not supposed to speak unless you're guessing," a female says, off to your left. "So keep quiet, or..." she trails off, as you feel something warm and moist envelop your cock. Damn that feels good! That's definitely someone's mouth, and now it's slowly working its way up and down your shaft. This would be more pleasurable if you knew what the heck is going on.

"...You won't get any more of that," the female voice says as the mouth continues working your dick – which is starting to get pretty slick – a bit faster.

Okay, whoever's speaking isn't the one giving you the blowjob. So, there's at least one other person in the room. The feeling is terrific, but you're a bit uneasy, still not understanding the situation. You could really do without the blindfold.

"Um..." you start to say, but the pleasurable sensation on your dick stops and you feel the mouth pull off. Now you just feel a cold breeze on your wet cock. That's uncomfortable...

"You have something to say?" asks the female voice. You decide to change tactics and just shake your head.

"Good boy." You once again feel your member engulfed by warmth, and that mouth starts to slowly and gently move up and down your dick. If the power worked, you suspect that the young blonde woman is the one giving you the blowjob. Who the other gal is, you don’t know and decide not to care – may as well give in and enjoy the ride.

You decide to let your imagination fill in the gaps, since you are unable to see, so you try to envision the blonde sucking your cock. The image materializes, and you see her, still wearing those sunglasses, but on her knees, naked, and worshipping your member. You can’t see much of her, but you can see that she as a nice set of C-cup breasts. You really hope she looks that good in real life.

She’s still moving gently up and down your cock, but now her tongue is moving around, tickling the underside. You feel a hand start massaging your balls, as she starts to pick up speed. Your dick is drenched in saliva at this point, and you think you’re even starting to feel a pool of spit working its way back the chair seat and under your ass. As her speed increases, so do the slurping noises you hear. The blonde’s breasts are starting to jiggle a bit now that she’s really moving up and down, and you really wish you had a free hand so you could reach out and grab one.

Your dick is starting to get a bit sensitive, as she once again picks up the pace another notch. This blowjob, along with your imagined view, is really starting to blow your mind. You know you won’t last much longer with this treatment.

But then your mental vision starts to shift, and the blonde morphs into a slim Asian girl, also in her twenties, short black hair with purple tips, and small, but perky, breasts. She’s as hot as the blonde, maybe even hotter, and she’s really working your cock with fervor now. You’re quickly being brought to the edge.

You also start to get a name associated with the Asian girl in your vision. God that feels good.

Cathy? No.

Damn, can’t hold on much longer.

Carrie? No.

Shit! Almost there…almost there…

"Karen!" you yelp as you reach orgasm and explode into her mouth, waves of euphoria passing over you.

In that moment of bliss, you also immediately get hit with the most unbearable pain - it feels like the right side of your face just got pressed against a hot grill, while the left side of your face just got frozen with liquid nitrogen, all whilst a needle is stabbed into the base of your skull. You can't scream, you can't move...

~ What a way to negate the pleasure of such a satisfying orgasm. ~

Just as quickly as the pain came, it leaves. And as it washes away, you immediately know exactly what is going on, who the blonde is, and who Karen is.

And it’s not good.

The blonde’s name is Ashley, and Karen is her best friend. Four months ago, on the day you were fired from your job… Wait, you remember being at work just yesterday. But now you also remember being fired… But you get along great with your boss, so why would he fire you…why would she fire… When did you boss become a she?

So, in this reality, your boss, Greg, got transferred to another department one week after he approached the CEO with an idea on how the company could save a ton of money due to a tax loophole. In your reality, you recall he mentioned having an idea, but he never followed through on it. In this reality, because of his transfer, they brought in Ingrid Winslow, the Bitch from Below (because she had worked downstairs), who had the attitude that all men are evil. She made your life a living hell for weeks, until your productivity got so bad, she had an actual reason to get rid of you.

That evening, your friends took you out to club to drown your sorrows. You normally don’t like to go to clubs, but you needed a release. It was at this club that you met Ashley and Karen. You were surprised when they approached you, flirted with you, bought you drinks, and eventually invited you to leave with them. You were so drunk and they were so hot, you could only say yes.

As the two of them escorted your drunk ass out to the parking lot, they dragged you over to what you assumed was their car – a gorgeous 1967 Ford Shelby GT500. You were in awe – until some guy rolled down the window and told the three of you to “fuck off”. At that, Ashley pulled out a small pistol, shot the guy three times, wiped off the gun, and shoved it into your hand. Not sure what to do, you dropped it and tried to run off, but being too drunk you ended up just falling to the ground and blacking out.

When you came to, you were in huge, beautifully decorated mansion. Turns out these two rich girls wanted a thrill, but needed to pin it on some unsuspecting dope – in this case, you. And they also wanted a **** – someone they could control, boss around, and would have **** but to do whatever they said – again, also you. The guy Ashley shot was the brother of the leader of a local gang known as the Grimm Skulls. The leader, Marlo, would most certainly want ****. And since the bullets would be easily tied to Ashley’s gun, with your fingerprints on it, you had **** but to agree to the girl’s conditions – lest the gun be anonymously delivered to either Marco or the police.

Mostly the girls just use you for an obscene amount of sex. But you are also at their every beck and call in every way – they own you.

This whole situation is bad, but you only have to last 48 hours right?

The blindfold gets pulled off. "That's right!" you hear Ashley say as you look down to see and feel the Karen gulping down your cum and licking the last remnants from your sensitive member. Ashley is obviously affirming your guess that it was Karen giving you that amazing blowjob, and not responding to your internal question.

Karen is naked, just like in your imagination, and exactly as hot as you had pictured. She seems to have enjoyed her snack and seems somewhat satiated at the moment. As she stands up, you get a glimpse of her pussy, complete with a small black landing strip above it.

A few additional memories pop into your head - Karen sitting on your face as you eat her out while strapped to a bed, in the backseat of Karen's car while you eat her out and slide a dildo in and out of her ass, in the alley behind the coffee shop eating her out while some other guy pounds her ass - clearly this girl enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. But you can't come up with a single memory of having fucked her. Is that true?

You look over at Ashley, who’s dressed in black lace bra and panties. The bra is providing a bit of a light push upwards - while unnecessary, it makes her chest all the more inviting. A few additional memories pop into your head again - fucking Ashley next to a hospital bed while she makes out with the 80 year old guy laying in it and giving her a rimjob behind the funnel cake stand at the carnival while she eats a funnel cake.

After that blowjob and the flood of uncomfortable memories, you are completely spent. But you look down and realize you're still rock hard. They must have had you take some viagra. These girls are fucking crazy, and clearly they aren't done with you yet.

You look around and see that you are a large room with lots of windows looking out at huge pool. You recognize that this is Ashley's parents house - where she still lives - but this room is in the wing that is rarely used. So there is almost no chance her parents interrupting or even hearing anything.

Ashley reaches behind her back to undo her bra.