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FAIR WARNING— The following installment (in particular) contains themes of CUCKOLDRY, humiliation, hypnosis, mind control, non-consent, exhibitionism, elements of gang rape. You've been warned.
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Hollow Pleasure chapter 04
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2B
Kate Galloway didn't sleep especially well. Her stomach felt like it was in knots, just rolling over and over with nervous anxiety for the coming day. She had (what she sometimes called) 'Paranoia Dreams'. Her mind didn't make much sense of the images and sounds that she heard, but she found herself tossing and turning in a perpetual state of half-wakefulness.
In the early morning hours, sleep finally caught and held. But that was when the dream began.
Maybe it was the change in environment that triggered the memories. Or maybe it was the semi-military career that she was now participating in. Or even just the nerves from the job change, of which she had many.
She found herself in a place she knew, and it chilled her. The sounds struck her first. The empty electronic bells and jingles from thousands upon thousands of slot machines. Some played tunes, some talked, and some just blared out senseless noise. The one beside her played a tune she had heard a million times before, but had forgotten until this moment when her brain called forth the memory from a deep dark corner- one filled with cobwebs and moss.
When she heard the melody she knew instantly where she was. "Oh no," she whispered to herself.
Red carpet in a molten lava pattern. A winding maze of flashing lights made up the jungle of slot machines. The glowing colors of the bars spaced evenly throughout the floor. A green velvet arrangement of table games.
She took in all of the sights, and she would later find it odd how correct everything was. Galloway often had dreams where she was in her childhood house, only the house didn't look at all like the real home. Her mind just established "this is it" and she accepted it in her sleep. But tonight, this was the casino, in memory and reality.
She spun in a circle, her heart pounding in her ears. She knew the place well, but one thing that she didn't recognize was the odd lack of people. The casino had been open twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, year round. There were always people. But tonight the place was oddly empty, so much so that it frightened her. And that was what began to needle at her, building a steady knot of dread in her stomach. Something bad was coming.
Galloway glanced down at herself and gasped. She was in her old security guard uniform. She recognized the boots that she hadn't worn for years, and the bright shiny badge gleamed in the flashing lights, pinned onto a hideous robin's egg blue faux police shirt.
Galloway immediately wanted to take off the shirt, to discard the uniform, but then she heard it and stopped.
The echo of screams from the cashier's cage, phantom voices— voices from the past. Then the deep rumble of explosions as the cage doors were blown from their hinges... the crisp pops of gunfire followed. Men spilled out through the doorway. Four silhouettes like harbingers of death. Until the day she'd die, she would never forget any of it.
Galloway started to run. She wasn't sure where, but she needed to get away. The slot machine maze was endless, and the phantom screams drowned out her pounding heart. She still couldn't see any people, though she could hear them. Right now, it was just her, and the four robbers. She opened her mouth to scream out for her coworkers, but no sound came. Quinn? Where was Quinn? In a distant corner of her memory, she remembered that he had run with her. But tonight, she was completely alone.
The gunshots grew louder. She was aware that she was being chased... and like all dreams, her run turned to slow motion. Her legs were leaden. She couldn't move.
And that was when she was grabbed. A pale gaunt man with a bald head, prison tattoos, and razor sharp teeth had snared her by the ponytail. One of the robbers. His eyes gleamed with a demonic glow. She struggled, but his grip was strong.
Other men were on either side of him now. Three others. Their features came into focus. One of the robbers was wearing a security uniform. Officer Jones. He'd sold them out for easy cash.
"Shhh, it'll all be over in a second," said Prison Tattoos, his voice was a hiss. Galloway saw the gleam of a sharp wicked blade.
She braced. This was the point that Jones had punched Prison Tattoos in the face, allowing Galloway to escape. "Not her," Jones had said to Prison Tattoos— he liked Galloway.
But this time, that moment never came... This time, things played out differently...
The knife came to rest against the top button of Galloway's uniform. He sliced it off with a quick flick of his wrist.
Galloway cast a questioning glance to the robbers. They were all leering at her beneath their ski masks. Even Jones. Oh no.
Another flick of the wrist, and the next button popped free. Another, and her breasts were exposed, straining the tight confines of her bra. Her chest was rising and falling in deep gasping breaths.
The blade continued until the entire front of her shirt had been sliced open. Her terrified breathing making her chest swell. Her belly bare. Then Prison Tattoos slashed away the straps of her bra with expert precision. One of the men grabbed her bra and yanked it away, revealing her plump round breasts to the group. They pushed her back onto one of the green felt blackjack tables. "Nooo," she whined softly in her sleep.
As they shredded her uniform from her body, Galloway felt on display. Not just to this group of bad men, but suddenly the casino was filled to the brim of gamblers, and employees, customers, and drunks. They had come out of nowhere to witness her exposure and humiliation. They all gathered around, watching as the robbers stripped her clothes from her body in an animalistic frenzy.
She struggled, but the more she felt their eyes on her fit, toned body, the more she fought a chill. Her body shivered, and trembled. There was a growing warmth deep down... She became aware that this attack was somehow turning her on. Why?
"Look at that slut," one of the customers gasped, casting judging eyes on her body.
"Damn, she's got some grade-A tits," someone else said. A robber reached out, and grasped one of her puffy pink nipples, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
Galloway arched her back and let out a whimper that turned into a moan.
"What a whore! She loves it," he declared.
"While on duty," customers said, shaking their heads.
She fought to sit up and see what they were doing, but they held her fast. The feeling of being pinned only made her more wet. She had always been a woman who was in control. To become overwhelmed was a completely new sensation.
Galloway moaned and squirmed, even as two of the robbers leaned forward, and took her breasts in each mouth. They began to suck hungrily. Prison Tattoos continued to disrobe her, mindful to leave her boots, and duty belt in place, to remind her of her job and obligations that she was now shirking. She kicked at him, but her efforts were feeble... maybe her heart wasn't in it...
