Escape Or Submit

"Wake up, slut."

A booming, echoing voice hurt my ears. I gurgle and try to move. Everything feels thick. My head feels like quicksand. I fall off whatever I'm lying on. The ground is hard. Concrete. Old. Cracked.

I was at a party. This is not a party.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the cobwebs. I feel something in my arm. A prickly sensation that only grows as I awaken. I look to see an IV needle in my arm. Without thinking I yank it out, a tiny dribble of blood following. I clench in pain and blink, trying to kickstart my brain.

I am not at the party. The party was at a penthouse. Luxurious. Golden colors. Beautiful people. Loud thumping music. Drinks.

Drinks.

Something thick in my mouth. A syrupy taste. I remember having a drink. I was nervous. I snuck into this exclusive party by myself. Tried to blend in. Accepted a drink.

I ran a finger across my tongue. Stupid. Stupid. The drink. Spiked. I rubbed my head. I couldn't remember much else.

My name.

"Uhm," I said to myself. On the tip of my tongue. I had to know my name.

I ran a hand across the tight black dress I wore. No pockets. My purse. I had a purse, didn't I?

"Pay attention."

That booming voice. I stopped searching for answers and looked around. I was in a warehouse. Old. Drafty. Creaking metal and dark. It was night. Moonlight cut through the windows and holes. I saw a small operating table with an IV fluid drip. That's where I fell off. Artificial metal barricades created maze-like hallways in different directions. My head grew dizzy and I fell backward, staring up at the ceiling.

"Don't make this too easy, slut. Now, listen. You have been drugged. An IV concoction is pouring into your bloodstream as we speak. It allowed my friend and I to have easy access to your mind. We have spent the past four hours mind-fucking you. Don't try to remember, you won't be able to. We made sure you can't remember anything about yourself. Because, if tonight is any indication, you won't need your old identity anymore."

A shiver ran down my spine.

"You weren't supposed to be at the party. I know, because it was my party. Which makes it all the more easier for my friend and I to abduct you."

"You fucking asshole!" I screamed into the dark.

"Now, now. Listen carefully because the game is about to commence. My friend and I are going to hunt you down. You'll have a five-minute head start and then we're coming for you. If you can make it to the door, to the exit, you will escape. If you escape, we will give you a million dollars in cash."

I rolled my eyes. "Bullshit."

"You probably don't believe me, but my friend and I are the sporting type."

I stood up. I needed to lean on the table to do so, but I felt more in control of my body.

"Of course, if we catch you, we will fuck you. And whoever cums inside of you, you are going to be bound to them for life. You will be their own personal sex slave."

I laughed. "Fuck this."

"Choose to believe us if you want to, but you'll know the reality soon enough. Remember, we have had you drugged and mindfucked for the past four hours. Don't make this easy for us."

A shriek made me cover my ears as the sound disconnected over the rusty speakers above. Leaving me standing in total silence.

I held my breath. Checked around the darkened corners.

Nothing.

I shook my head. Asshole frat boys that drugged me. I would march out of here, get to the cops and, fry their asses.

I started walking. The click-clack of my long spiked heels on the concrete followed as I moved down a hallway. Someone set up artificial lights, big RGB ones set to fade from a soft white to a soft green, all along the hallways.

I picked up my pace. I could be out of here in five minutes. If they gave me that amount of time. I had no doubt they would cheat on that too.

A troubling thought entered my mind. As I turned around corners and walked down metal staircases. As I lost myself in the maze of the warehouse.

I couldn't remember who I was.

I tried to. I did. In the back of my mind, I wanted to prove them wrong. That they hadn't done something to my head.

And yet.

I couldn't. I chalked it up to stress and anxiety. It would come back to me.

No way they fucked with my brain that much.

A loud air horn sound made me jump. I yelped and pressed myself against one of the metal barricades.

"Five minutes up!" A voice hollered. "We're coming to get you."

I shivered. He made it sound so easy, so confident. I must be closer to the entrance. I continued down the path. Tried to count the twists and turns and make a mental map in my head.

God, thinking was so hard. Like sand art, the more I tried to keep a thought in my head, the more the wind blew it all away.

I grabbed my head in frustration. Why wouldn't it work?

"Babe, you're making this too easy."

His voice. The one on the speaker. Close. Sounded so deep and manly. So smug. I hate it. Sort of.

I ran down the hall.

I heard his laugh. "Babe, if you're going to give away your position, at least try to get away from my brother. I saw you tonight at the party and I would love to have you servicing my cock forever. Keep running in those heels babe, and I'll find you so fast."

I stopped. I looked down at my heels. I didn't even realize they made so much noise on the concrete. Feeling stupid, I kicked them off. The cool, dusty concrete did not feel good on my feet. But, at least when I ran I made little noise.

"Ah, so you caught on. I mean, I had to give you that one or this was going to be too easy. Dumb bimbo's like you aren't going to be thinking."

I furrowed my brow. How dare he call me that?

And yet.

His words made my head swim. I found myself starting to slow down.

"Yeah, my friend and I. We have a deep kink in the mind. I love fucking with men and women. He's more visual, and I'm more auditory. I've made it so the more I talk you down like the dumb slut you are, the more submissive and aroused you are going to get. If you can hear me, by the time I reach you, you'll be a wet, soaking, submissive mess ready to suck my cock and have me dump my cum into any hole on your fucking body I want to."

I really hated hearing him talk to me, about me like that. His words burned.

But, they started to burn with arousal.

I tried to fight it. But the arousal between my legs betrayed me. I started seeing pink in my head. It was hard to think before, but now I felt myself blinking and staring ahead, trying to remember where I was.

And the throbbing need between my legs. It grew. Every bad word said about me, even his tone made me gush like a leaky faucet. I whined and grabbed my stomach.

"Was that a whine I heard? Already? Fuck, babe, you're too easy. Too submissive, too slutty to really avoid me. You're probably thinking about my cock right now. Just get on your knees, babe, and keep whining. I'll hear you. And give you something to stop your whining."

I fell to my knees. My thoughts felt like cotton candy. Happy, fluffy cotton candy. I like cotton candy. I smiled. My mouth watered.

Cock.

Yes, he was right. I needed cock. A hard, stiff, throbbing cock in my mouth.

"I hope you hear me, babe," he said, his voice closer. I could hear feet against the concrete. "Because if you can, you stupid slut, I want you naked when I get you. I knew my friend would never get you with his fancy lights. All a bimbo like you need is to hear my voice and you're wet, ready, and naked for my cock. I'm going to have you worshipping me in no time."

I groaned, pawing at my body. The need to be naked burned in my head. He was right. Dumb bimbo's like me needed to be naked. I tore off my dress. No bra or panties. Maybe I didn't wear them? Who cares.

Bimbo's need to be naked.

Soft, fluffy pink thoughts in my head. The cool concrete on my knees kept me from overheating. I hope he found me soon.

"Dumb bimbo," the man said, singing into the empty warehouse, "Where are you? I'm hard and ready to take my prize."

"I'm ready to be your prize," I whispered, caressing my body. A slight change in the breeze against my clit would make me cum.

I tilted my head. Did I say I would be his prize?

I looked down at my body. Naked. Flush. Aroused. Ready. I covered myself, suddenly realizing what the fuck I was ready to do.

To give myself over to a stranger and be his sex slave.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the feeling I was in more trouble than I thought. I heard footsteps approaching. He was close. Very close. For the first time since this started, I wondered if I could resist.

I saw an opening between two metal barriers along the wall. I ran for it as the footsteps grew closer.

"Bimbo, where the--"

I covered my ears. I had to. Every word made my pussy throb with need. I squeezed between the metal barriers, melting into the darkness.

Just in time. A man, dwarfing my small five-foot-four frame by about a foot, appeared. I remembered him. He was playing bartender. The suit he wore then got my attention. He looked rich. And he looked like he spent a lot of time making sure his body looked as expensive.

He had his dress pants and shoes on, but no shirt. Oh, he had muscles. And a thick frame. Wide shoulders. I put one hand over my mouth, the other over my pussy. Either one may give me away. I backed away further into the darkness. He had a smile on his face.

A smug smile.

The kind of smile that let me know he already won. I just didn't know it yet.

More determined than ever to prove them wrong, I crept in the darkness until I found another lit path. I held my breath and found I could not hear footsteps or the alluring man.

Safe.

I stepped out into the light. I looked up and saw the winding path I had been on. I was closer now to the front door. To freedom. I marched ahead, full of renewed confidence.

I tried not to think how easily I slipped out of all my clothing. Or that I would be marching outside stark naked. The important thing was to get outside. Then, I would deal with the rest.

As I walked, the corners of my eyes caught something. The lights along the path started to fade from white to green quicker and quicker. Ahead of me, they started to fade from white to green to green to red.

I put it out of my head. So the lights were malfunctioning. No problem.

Slut. Obey.

I shook my head. Where did those thoughts come from?

I felt a wave of dizziness as I moved around the next corner. All the lights seemed to blink, not fade. Red. Green.

Slut. Obey.

I bit my bottom lip. The arousal began once again. I walked forward. Slower. Try as I might, I found my walking speed slowing. My eyes started staring at the lights.

Red. Green. Red. Green.

Slut. Obey. Fucktoy. Submit.

I blinked. My face went slack. The lights were changing too fast. Too damn fast.

Slut. Obey.

I stopped walking. Had to stare at the lights. Blinking so fast. Hard to think. Hard to process. Just blink blink blink.

Slut. Obey. Slut. Obey.

"Slut. Obey. Slut. Obey," I said again and again. I was in trouble. I found the other friend's trap.

The lights ceased. They all went off at once. I still saw red and green. Red and green.

Slut. Obey.

I couldn't move. Red and green. Red and green.

"Ah, my friend. He's always been gifted at hypnosis and verbal degradation," a new voice said. This voice sounded more sinister, and I found it slithered in my head like a snake. And yet, it still made my arousal increase. They probably made me susceptible, horny even, to their voices.

Damnit, this would be so fucking hot if it wasn't scary.

"But, you can cover your ears. Which you probably did. Fight him off. But, you can't fight against lights. You need light. And I can craft any response for you to lights I want. I had to be patient."

The lights came back on. The dull, soft white. I still couldn't move. I was drooling. And still looking at the fucking lights like a horny idiot. I saw out of the corner of my eye a man walk up to me. Dressed all in black leather. Sunglasses. Slicked back hair. And a predatory smile that threatened me.

"One more corner to the front door. And you couldn't make it," he said with a grin. "I'm afraid I'm a little rougher than my friend. But don't worry, with the proper conditioning and time you'll come to enjoy pain as much as I like inflicting it."

I was so fucking wet. I hated myself and yet this entire situation left me buzzed, thrilled. Fuck him, fuck his friend for all of this. I was so close. So close.

I realized my thoughts had parted the fog the red/green lights had caused. As the man touched my shoulder, I pushed back hard. He didn't expect that. Fell off balance and tumbled onto his ass.

One last spring. One last chance. I could already hear the footsteps and faint catcalling of my other hunter. If I heard him, it was game over.

I dashed around the corner. The other friend wasn't lying. There was the door. I let out a small squeal of joy. I made it. I ran for the door and grabbed the handle, twisting it.

My hand slipped. Something slimy was on the door handle.

I gurgled, as my world exploded. They laced the handle with something.

Reality waved and warbled. Time slowed down and yet I felt I still moved in the present. A thick warmth dulled my senses. My head filled with warm oatmeal. Thoughts were hard. I stumbled and hit the metal buried. I needed it to stand.

Fuck them.

Cheaters.

I watched whatever they dosed me with drip off my fingers. It sparkled. Turned colors. So many nice colors.

"Shit, she made it to the end."

The first hunter.

"I would have had her."

The second hunter.

"Yeah, you on your ass sure showed me that."

"She's a strong one."

"She was."

I looked up. Oh shit, did that take too much effort. I saw sparkly lights everywhere. The first hunter walked up to me. That shirtless hunk. He grabbed my chin and smiled.

"Oh, she's fucked all right."

"I guess the contingency plan was a good idea."

"You still fighting in there?" The first hunter asked, tapping my forehead. "Well, don't. We sprayed the door handle with water but conditioned you that if you were too far under our control it would drug you. And seeing by the way you are fucking leaking on the floor like a slut, I'd say you're ours."

I shuddered through my teeth. Fuck that was hot.

He smiled. "I'm Jacob. He's Ian. One of us is going to be your new owner."

I looked over to Ian. He flipped a switch and all the lights started pulsating green and red.

"Ooooohhhh," I said, the lights wavering but conditioning my mind.

Jacob leaned in. "You stupid slut. Do you think a walking fucktoy like yourself had any chance against us? You thought you could just sneak in and eat our food, rub elbows with us, maybe take one of us for a night? Tell all your basic friends about how you fucked a rich guy? Well, now you're naked, your pussy is about to overflow and the first cock that you feel cumming inside of any of your fucking holes is going to bind you. You're a fucking whore and we're going to treat you like that."

I groaned and my knees buckled. I slid, but his hand tightened around my chin and held me up. I whimpered.

I heard pants unzipping. Jacob continued to stare a hole into me as he got out of his pants. Ian opened up a flat on his leather pants and a huge, and I mean huge, fucking cock emerged. Way too long for a man like him. I drooled.

"See, I knew she just wanted a huge cock," Ian said with a smile, caressing my body as his cock rubbed against my thigh. "When you're mine, I'm going to stretch all your holes with toys that will break your sanity."

Jacob laughed and I felt compelled to look him in the eyes. "Yes, but my thickness is going to destroy that fucking pussy. And after that, you're never going to have to think or wear clothes again. Well, except for the collar and lease I'll give you."

Jacob leaned in and kissed me. Hard. The sudden burst of pleasure made me tremble. I felt Ian's hands rubbing my pussy. He slid up behind me. His fingers diverted my wet, wet pussy juice toward my asshole.

Oh no.

It was wet enough. I was providing enough lubricant. Hell, it wasn't the size of his cock that worried me.

It was that anal sex had been a deep desire of mine. The first anal orgasm I had I slapped a lamp off a table in spasms of ecstasy. With his cock, I stood no chance.

His hot leather body rubbing against mine felt amazing. His hands continued to lubricate everything needed to fuck me.

Jacob, meanwhile, had my face and neck. Deep, passionate kisses left me breathless. My chest was flush. He whispered such filthy things in my ears that I trembled.

And then, I felt them. One cock teasing the entrance to my pussy. It felt heavy. Thick. The other. Long. Hard. Throbbing. Pressing up against my ass.

I threw my head back. Taken from either side at the same time. I cried out as their cocks slipped into my holes.

Both men with their huge arms held me in place. Jacob's cock was everything he threatened it would be. I could feel myself being stretched inch by inch as his cock penetrated my pussy. My ragged short breathes gave away the level of arousal I was at. At that moment, I didn't care about the brainwashing or the threats.

I just wanted his cock.

Ian took his time. He teased the entrance to my ass until I started to thrust myself into him, begging without asking. He obliged. Slowly, he fucked my ass until I felt it stuffed. The feeling of his throbbing cock inside my tight ass sent shivers of forbidden pleasure right to my brain.

I stopped thinking about how wrong this was.

I started enjoying how right it felt.

I dug my fingers into Jacob's shoulders as Ian penetrated me from behind. Both of them moved in such a way that I remained helpless. One would thrust in as the other slid out. My brain could not keep up with the pleasure.

Over Jacob's shoulders, I saw the lights. Red. Green. Red. Green.

Slut. Obey. Slut. Obey.

"You're a stupid fucking slut," Jacob whispered into my ear, "But you'll be my slut. You're going to whimper every night into bed, sore and used. Probably covered in my cum. But, I'll always make sure you're treated right. Cherished. I'll make you my beautiful mindless fucking bimbo."

My pussy clenched on his cock. I knew it was the conditioning, the hypnotism. But, his words. My god, he meant every word. He would make me a brainless bimbo. He would fuck me daily, probably many times daily. To be used that well, to be that desired.

Fuck.

I can't. I can't. I'd be giving away who I am.

I frowned.

Who am I again?

"Don't listen to him," Ian said, licking my neck as he whispered. "He just wants sex. I want something much more. I want to push you past boundaries you never thought you could. I want to use pain and pleasure to make you find out the deepest parts of yourself and then break them. Build them back stronger. With time, patience, and your never-ending submission, you're going to be surprised and the amazing, strong person you've held back from being. All I need is your submission. And I'll do the rest."

His voice slithered into my brain. The thought of being pounded into a new, stronger person sounded like shit. But, the way his movements hit me in the right way, mixing pain with pleasure, made me realize he may know what he's talking about.

I grunted. My body was a toy for these two men, racing to see who would own me forever. I wasn't even fighting them anymore. I wanted to see who would win.

I wanted to be owned.

Fuck, I don't know if that was the conditioning. Or something inside of me. But, I wanted one of their cocks to cum already. I could feel the throbbing inside of me. Both of their bodies are squishing me. Their breathing grows ragged. They are losing control.

"H-hang on," Ian moans. I feel his cock sliding out of my ass. I whimper, as it suddenly feels like there is something missing from me. I grab his cock, wanting it back in.