'Get another one in here.' He said as loudly as he could, grunting slightly as he held onto something beneath him. In the darkness, something was brought and thrown across the room, colored lights flickering in the darkness, reflecting off the ceiling and walls as it spun in the air. He caught it and clasped the item, the lights facing inwards, around something soft and dark, the colors all but disappearing against it. Suddenly, as if a struggle had been won, he released what he was holding and stepped back. No more movement disturbed the space below where he had just been.
'Anyone else?' someone asked from the doorway.
'That's everyone,' he replied. 'Three of them. Two women in here.'
'We got a man and a woman,' the unknown doorway speaker replied. 'Nice little shared house groupie.'
'Four,' the first whistled. 'Probably all in on it,' the man in the room agreed.
'Even if they weren't, they wouldn't have known it,' the doorway man said. 'I bet half of them wear it while they're asleep, the pervy sluts.'
'Then this'll be exactly like they're used to,' the room man said, clearly grinning. He pulled a torch from his back pocket, flicking it on and spinning it up to face what was in front of him. The light revealed a bed, creased from where he had previously knelt on it, and there in the bed before him, half covered by the sheets, a bare back and shock of frizzy black hair visible in the harsh white light was one black woman on her back, her chocolate skin gleaming softly.
There was a black leather collar clasped tightly around her neck, a ring of flickering lights alive on its inside edge. Beside her, the long red hair and countless freckles covering her from head to toe indicative of her red-headed looks lay a limp white girl, chalky-white and brown thanks to the freckling. Where the black woman was on her stomach, the red-head was on her back, one arm up on the pillow under her head, the other limp across her body. The man in the doorway entered as the other played the torch across the pair and flicked the arm off the red head's body with one finger, his eyes lingering on the woman's crotch.
'Carpet matches the drapes,' he said with relish. 'Look at that meat sandwich.'
'Check this one out,' his companion said, moving back to the black woman. 'They really do have the best curves,
jesus.'
He touched the backside below him, slipping the sheets down until they revealed the generous globe. He gave it a squeeze, then a slap. Then, looking lower, twisting slightly so his flashlight played along the gap between them, his fingers slipped lower still, his index sliding gently along the black slit just visible between the two round cheeks. She parted ever so slightly at his touch, the tiniest hint of a bright pink pussy appearing there, starkly different to the chocolate outer labia. He grinned in satisfaction. 'These will bring in thousands, I'm telling you now. Look at that!"
Twenty minutes later, two cars pulled away from the curb outside the shared house, each driven by one of the two men. In the first sat one black woman and one red-headed white woman, clothed and calm, riding as if they had called the lift in personally. In the other, a blonde man and a brunette sat, equally as compliant. The only thing each had in common was a collar around their necks, all of them flickering against their skin as the technology contained within worked to subdue and control their minds, making them completely obedient to any command issued to them.
It just so happened that they had been commanded to get dressed and come with the men; and so that was exactly what they were doing, quite willingly.
-
It had been a few weeks since April had really seen any action, aside from the porn she'd watched last night, during which she'd rather enjoyed fingering herself and finishing with one of her more powerful vibrators. Even then, orgasm didn't feel as good as sex could; the slight stain she'd left where she'd squirted was indicative of an enjoyable time, but nothing like the whole-body-workout brain-blaster she'd had before with real penises-and-slash-or-vaginas - depending on that day's feelings. The last time she'd had a good root - or for that matter, sex at all - had been when her newfound friends Michael and Victoria had been around. To her surprise, about a week after she'd waved goodbye to them, April had answered her door not to the hopeful arrival of her new package containing one brand-new mind control collar, but to two young sex-pests. She'd welcomed them in and was immediately pleasantly surprised to see Victoria's neck presenting with a familiar brown leather band around it. Grinning at it, she'd looked to Michael for answers, and he'd provided.
'We're taking it in turns,' he said. The only condition is memory; we made a code command that sets the wearer to remember everything until they next take it off and that's the default. Right now she's in passive mode, but she can remember what she's doing now and will remember after she hands it to me.' He smiled at Victoria, who grinned happily back. 'Also, it's default timer is twenty-four hours now, not one hour. That's the maximum amount of time we can wear it for. When it expires, it either goes into passive mode if an activity is being performed, or has the wearer take it off if it's in passive mode.'
'Don't you worry it'll turn off in the middle of something awkward?' April asked as she lounged back on her couch, drink in hand, listening to the pair talk.
'Actually, we intended for it,' Victoria said. 'The other day, we decided to have sex before the timer ran out. The goal was not to finish until after I woke up. I remember coming out of it underneath him, feeling him fucking me as if it were his first thrust and...' Victoria suddenly grew rosy. 'It was, uh, good.'
After some catch-up time, April asked the question she had been dreading, and was delighted to discover the answer. Worried the pair had only come around to talk about their new happy life together, she was surprised to watch as, in answer, Mike drew out his phone, opened up his app and slid the slider controlling 'libido' up to maximum. The collar instantly went out of passive mode and Victoria went still and blank, but almost no time later, she began to sigh and pant, her legs parting and her hands roaming.
