Hit And Run 6

Hit and Run

By The Ethical Hypnotist

Words failed as his mind bent under the weight of the non-Euclidean horror. Tentacles, teeth, a writhing mass of eyes, a mountain of grey slime that blotted out the sun! If only he could scream, if only he could move, if only he could

die

rather than face this abomination! He could feel his essence slipping away, a crack in his very soul, everything that was Dominic Vazquez pouring into the void like a broken hourglass.

And then the thing was upon him. Grasping pseudopods tore away his clothing, wrapped around his naked body. Tentacles pulled apart his jaw, his legs,

poured into him

, filling him from both sides impossibly. His body shuddered at this hideous invasion - how much would he be forced to endure before -

Dominic was standing naked in a white room. He was unharmed and unafraid. Some part of his mind said he

should be

afraid. Where he was now wasn't real. He could still sense reality - he knew he was being assaulted and destroyed by a nightmare - but he just couldn't bring himself to care. All he felt was exhaustion. Every cell and atom was ready to just sleep forever.

"Holy crap, a four-dimensional sentience! I haven't seen one of you since high school biology!"

The horror was in front of him. It held up a large cardboard printout of a human on a stick, like a beer promotion standee. It was very crude - the work of someone had an hour to finish a project for class - and roughly human sized. It completely failed to hide the mountainous bulk of tentacled horror - but it grabbed Dom's attention completely.

"Sorry for the trouble pal. Let's make sure you're ok." A tentacle shot out from behind the cutout, plunging into Dominick's asshole, lifting him off the ground. That woke him the hell up, and while he knew intellectually this was terrifying and degrading, the only sensation he actually felt was a pleasant pressure on his prostate.

"Aw jeez, she crashed right into your soul! Lemme just patch that up..." Back in reality, great torrents of glowing black fluid blasted into Dom's body, filling every inch of him. It started to pour from his lips, his nose, his ass. His belly swole like he was pregnant.

But in the simulation, a wave of unbelievable relief washed over him. Whatever was broken - the terrible hole that was pouring his spirit into oblivion - was sealed. Dominick could feel himself filling with life.

"Again, sorry about that mister. You'll be right as rain in a minute." The standee was now pointing to the side, where a second horror appeared. It held a young girl standee, a badly-drawn look of embarrassment drawn on the otherwise blank face.

"My little girl, she's practicing for her driver's license, and got mixed up. Jumped a dimension curb and dinged you."

Dominick stared, mind steadfastly refusing to race. This all made sense, it insisted - despite all evidence to the contrary.

"Could you please remove your tentacle from my ass and put me down?" Dom was lowered to the floor, tentacle removed with a not-unpleasant sensation.

"Where is my head today!?" The horror slapped the forehead of the cutout, leaving a slime trail.

"Listen..." The cutout had a conspiratorial expression. "Since you're all better, and it was an accident and all, what do you say we keep the insurance companies out of this? I'd hate for my sweetie to start her driving career with a black mark."

"...Insurance?" Dominick was completely adrift at this point, but the horror hadn't spoken to a being trapped in linear time for years - it interpreted the question as a demand.

"Tell you what..." A baseball-sized mound of writhing nonsense gears and wires appeared in a tentacle. "This has still got a few rounds in it. You seem like a real nice guy... Take it, have fun! I'll check back in later, make sure everything's copacetic."

The tentacle extended towards Dom's face, and the writhing mound shot out. It gripped his face, pried his jaw open and punched up through his palette into his skull. He could feel it wrap around his brain like a vise. "Safe travels brother!" the horror added cheerfully.

Dominick screamed in his bed, screamed and screamed and screamed. Joey and Lola burst through the bedroom door, tried to calm their hysterical friend.

"What the fuck is going on?" Joey shouted as he tried to hold down his thrashing friend. Lola held Dom's hand, trying to calm him.

"I wish I fucking knew!" she shouted back.

There was the sensation of the world being stretched, the anti-sound of ear-splitting silence. Dom stopped screaming, stopped thrashing, and went back to sleep.

"Man, that was one hell of a night terror! Any idea what that noise was Lola?...Lola?" Joey circled the bed, where Lola lay on the floor. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she was speaking, though Joey couldn't hear what she said. "

Lola?

"

She blinked, shook her head and looked at him. "Sorry Joey, I'm good. Don't touch Dominick." She got up and put a hand to his head, then covered him with the sheets. "I think maybe he's sick. Go wash your hands, I'll take him to the doctor tomorrow." Lola stood over Dom while Joey returned to bed.

Dom woke up early, feeling... off. The tatters of a nightmare flapped in his memory, something about gears and wires attacking his face. The dream imagery melted like wax, but there was still something happening that he couldn't describe. It was electricity beneath his skin, a building pressure behind his eyes. He stood up, stretched his naked form while trying to shake off his discomfort.

Then he leapt back into the bed, covering his dick with a pillow. Lola was asleep beside his bed, curled up with his comforter for a mattress. She was wearing one of his T-shirts and some cotton panties.

The creaking bed woke her, and she slowly sat up. The strangeness inside Dom redoubled when he saw her small breasts against the shirt. "Lola, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"You had

really bad

night terrors last night - " She yawned hugely. "- and I thought someone should stay with you." Dominick nodded dumbly. The pressure was building inside him - he heard a low rumbling, like when he flexed his tensor tympani, growing louder by the second. "I think something's wrong with me. I feel really weird."

She stood up, long legs glowing in the dawn light. "Yeah, I thought you might be sick. Sometimes a bad fever can cause nightmares." Lola put her hand to his forehead.

<

>

The pressure released, all at once, into Lola. She gasped and stared into Dominick's eyes. "Lola?" He reached for her but she took a step back, breathing heavily. She put her hands to her breasts and moaned. She tweaked her hard nipples, then moved a hand under the shirt to better grope herself. The other hand went down her panties. She fell to her knees and started to masturbate.

Dom was at once horrified and aroused. His erection throbbed, and he began to stroke it. After a moment, he realized what he was doing and tried to pull away - he had to help Lola - but his hand refused to stop moving, and he couldn't stand up.

Lola saw him and her eyes went wide with lust. "

Yes..."

she groaned. With a frantic hand she pulled off Dom's shirt, exposing her slender chest. Then she simply tore off her panties, the seams flying apart, before returning to her work. Naked and writhing, she pumped into her pussy with the left hand while urgently rubbing her clit with the right.

As Dom watched, transfixed, her whole body began to change. The breasts were first, her perky buds swelling rapidly. Within a few seconds, they'd grown from oranges, to apples, to cantaloupes. Still they grew, the nipples stretching and expanding to match - soon two bowling balls hung absurdly huge against her runner's frame. She groped herself briefly, gasping with pleasure at her own touch.

The changes rippled out in all directions. Her lips grew thick and luscious, red as cherries, while her eyes changed from hazel to ice blue. Her whole face shifted, every flaw and blemish melting away while makeup spread. What was once the pretty face of the girl next door was now the sexpot fantasy of every teenage boy.

Gorgeous black hair erupted from her scalp, a waterfall of curly locks flowing down to her ass - which itself began to expand. She rose up as her growing rear pressed against her legs. Her thighs thickened delightfully, hips flaring with the audible crack of reshaping bone, while her waist contracted.

Body hair vanished, leaving Lola as smooth as a doll, while her hard won athletic body gently softened, more pleasing to the touch. Her pussy began to drool as her fingers worked, her sex throbbing visibly with desire. She was close to an orgasm, her breathing ragged and fierce. A black leather collar appeared around her neck, like a cheap special effect, studded with tiny diamonds.

When the metal lock touched her skin she came, bucking hard against the floor for long seconds. Dominick felt himself close to orgasm, mind lost to the sensation, and then she rose. This vision of female sex stared hard into Dom's eyes, and all he could see was lust.

She crawled across the bed, massive breasts dragging against the sheets, and then Lola was stroking his cock as well. With a breathy whisper, she begged, "Come on my face, Master." He exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering her makeup, and she shuddered in ecstasy.

Then the spell was broken. Dominick scrambled to Lola, terrified. "Lola, Lola, are you ok!?" He tried to cover her with the sheets, but she pushed them away. "Oh god, thank you Master! What a way to wake up! I love watching you touch yourself." She began to wipe the cum from her face into her eager mouth.

"Jesus Lola, what's happening? Are you hurt?" Dom was panicking, trying to grapple with the madness before him.

"Oh Master, I don't think I've ever felt better in my life..." She moved her hand to play with a massive nipple, content in post-orgasm bliss.

"Lola... Lola it's Dominick, your friend remember?" She rolled over to look at him.

"No, you're Master. My Master. I'm your sex slave. I live to serve your pleasure - your desire is my desire."

Dominick shook his head urgently. "NONONO, something's really wrong - we have to get you to a doctor!"

She shook her head, giving him a flirty smile. "Things are so,

so

right, Master - I promise." She pressed herself against him, and the touch of her breasts stopped his rising panic attack dead.

"And the only person going to the doctor is

you.

Something happened last night and we need to make sure you're ok. So as much as I hate to say it, we've gotta get out of bed and go down to the clinic. Go take a shower and get dressed. I'll grab us some breakfast." With that, she stood up, and walked naked towards the kitchen, remains of Dominick's semen still dripping down her face.

Dominick's body did as commanded and his mind raced. What the fuck had just happened? What had he done to Lola? He had somehow turned her from his cute, platonic best friend into his wet dream of a sex sl - into his wet dream of a sexual partner. It had something to do with that terrible dream, he knew it.

What had happened in that dream?

It was almost gone now, just terror, metal, blood in his mouth and... insurance?

He showered, dressed and raced downstairs. Lola sat naked at the kitchen table, eating cheerios and scrolling on her phone. Dominick moved slowly, watching this living hentai girl like she was an armed bomb he had to defuse. He sat, and she poured him some cereal. "Can you grab some 2% when you're at the store Master? I don't like almond milk."

"Lola. I want you to listen to me very carefully." She nodded, breasts shaking. "Something has happened to you. Something that came from inside me changed you - it messed with your mind and body."

Lola nodded again. "Yeah I know. It turned me into your ideal sex slave." She ran a hand along her amazing curves. "Isn't it great!?

Look at these tits!

You can't buy tits this nice."

"Ooh!

Would you like a titty fuck while you eat?" Lola dropped under the table.

"NO!" Dom scrambled away from the table. From the floor, Lola pouted. "Why not?" Dom stood silent, mouth agape, trying not to scream at his friend. But Lola took his silence for acquiescence and she scrambled forward.

"Lola please! I'm trying to help you! We can't have sex!"

"Oh, we can have sex, I assure you." She stroked her pussy, bringing her hand up to show her wetness.

When Dom took a step back, she sighed. "Ok, ok. You're the Master."

"

I'm not!"

he shouted.

She answered by lifting up her breasts. "These magnificent titties say different,

Master.

But whatever, we have all day to fuck. Let's go to the clinic before it gets busy." Lola walked to the door. She put on a pair of red pumps, pulled her purse off its hook and walked outside.

Dom followed behind a moment later at a full clip, a hoodie in his hands. He tried to cover Lola's body, but she shook it off. "Sex slaves don't wear clothes! Do you want people to think I'm

not

your property?"

"You're naked in public!" He pleaded.

Lola nodded, relieved they were finally on the same page. "Exactly! Everyone can see that I'm ready to fuck you at a moments notice! Classic sex slave."

She gave him another boobular hug. "Come on, we gotta get moving. You wanna drive? I'm betting I can blow you before we get there."

"

You drive,

" he growled - which only made Lola shiver with sexual pleasure. "Now you're acting like my Master. Let's go."

The drive to the clinic seemed to take forever. Dominick tried to bury himself in the seat, hiding from the staring eyes in the other cars. "Would you relax?" Lola's tits shook as she changed gears.

"No one is looking, no one cares. You own a sex slave - no big deal." Dom had never heard a crazier sentence in his life, and said as much. Lola just sighed. At the next red light, she made the "roll down your window" to the next car over.

She stuck her head (and massive tits) out the window. "

I'm a sex slave!"

she shouted, then pointed at Dominick.

"This is my Master! He literally owns me! It's impossible for me to deny his sexual commands - and I wouldn't if I could!"

"Fuck do I care!?" was the surly reply. Lola turned back to the stunned Dominick. "See? Not a problem."

It was more of the same at the clinic. Lola alternated between grinding on his crotch and kneeling at his feet. He was hard as a rock, desperately trying to convince her to sit still.

After ten minutes of this, a woman across from them sighed heavily and looked at Dom. "Would you please

fuck her already!?

I'm trying to watch House Flippers!" In Dom's moment of bafflement, Lola finally snagged his zipper and fished out his cock.

"Don't be rude, Master - you're making a scene." Argument won, she blew him in the waiting room.

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"You're

sure

there's no brain damage? Nothing embedded in there?" Dominick stared hard, trying to will an answer out of the MRI scan. Lola sat beside him, gently stroking his cock, relief plain on her face.

"No Mr. Vasquez, you're fit as a fiddle. I suspect the night terror was just a stress reaction. Lay off alcohol for a week, take some melatonin before bed, and get some more exercise - you should be fine."

The doctor tapped at her laptop. "You can pay at the receptionist..." she looked up, "or we could settle in trade. I bet your slave is great at eating box."

Lola jumped up, furious. "

How dare you!

I'm a one Master slave,

thank you very much!

" Dominick just buried his face in his hands.

Lola was still angry as they drove home. "The absolute nerve of that bitch! Doesn't she know the fucking difference between a sex slave and a whore!?"

"

GODDAMN IT LOLA, WILL YOU SHUT UP!?

" Dom shouted loud enough to shake the windows, drawing a breathy moan from the woman. "Yes Master!" she squeaked.

He instantly regretted the outburst. "I'm sorry Lola - but isn't there

any part of you

that understands how fucked up this is? I don't want to own a person! I don't want it to be ok for me to own a person! I want you to be free, to be your real self!"

Lola only shrugged. "People in Hell want ice water. I'm your sex slave, you're my Master. It could be worse.." She put up a hand to stop his objections.

"Listen to me as hard as you can -

I like being your sex slave.

What did I have before? A studio apartment? Assistant Manager at an Office Depot? Mediocre Tinder dates, ending in mediocre sex? Now I'm the most fuckable woman in town, and my only purpose is to get you off - as frequently and skillfully as possible. I literally have an orgasm every time your cum touches my flesh!

I'm ok, Master.

"

Lola reached over and stroked Dominick's cheek. "I'm not afraid. Not of you, Master. I promise, if you're stupid enough to undo this, I will

never

be mad at you for fucking me."

Dom squeezed Lola's hand, unable to look her in the eyes. "I

am

afraid, Lola."

She lifted his head up, stared at him head-on. "Then I'll just have to fuck the fear out of you."

When they got home, Lola tried her damnedest to do just that. She rode him hard, working his cock like the antidote was inside. Her huge beautiful breasts heaved in time to Dom's thrusts, her moans matched his own. Lola's ass slammed against his thighs, again and again, a staccato rhythm of pure desire. She talked dirtier than Dom ever thought possible, promising an eternity of carnal delights. Lola teased him, denied him, squeezed every atom of pleasure from her body to please her Master.

When he finally came, it felt better than anything in his life. Lola thrashed, screaming with her own orgasm, and then crumpled into a heap on the sweat-soaked bed. "And.. and.. that's just.. round one!" Lola beamed at her Master, triumphant.

They showered together. Dom had put up a token resistance, but what was the point? As Lola scrubbed his back, he tried to think his way out of the trap.

Whatever happened in his dream had given him a wish. That was impossible, but no point in arguing that now. He'd used that wish to turn Lola into a cartoonish sex slave.

That meant it was accidental, reflexive. The idea that he would do it on purpose... no, it was an accident,

it had to be

. He'd felt the wish before it happened - that weird pressure inside - and Lola touching him had set it off.

If it was just one wish... well, he was stuck with what he'd done. He'd take care of Lola, be the best... partner he could be. But he suspected this wasn't over. Power was lurking behind his eyes - he could feel it. Was it recharging? On a timer? No way to know - he'd just have to be ready, and undo what he'd done.

That left a whole afternoon to kill. Work wasn't going to happen. Even if he could think about drawing, having a gorgeous eager sex slave was disastrous for concentration.

They sat and watched a movie, and even that was a struggle. Lola was riding his cock within 30 minutes, her heavenly legs wrapped around him as they fucked on the recliner. They moved to the couch, to avoid sitting in the stain, but she started teasing his cock again within 20 minutes. Soon she was on her knees, mouth pumping while she fingered herself.

Then Joey walked in.

Dominick tried to leap up, cover himself or something, but Lola just held him down by his balls and kept sucking. "

mmmph mmmph!

" she gargled with a wave.

"Hi Lola, hey Dom. What'cha watching?" Joey sat down in the recliner. "Buh... Buh... Barbie." Dominick was close, talking was difficult. Joey started to say something about the film, but his eyes went wide and he shot up. Lola apologetically mumbled just as Dominick came, and they both went limp from orgasm.