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The following installment contains themes of hypnosis, mind control, non-consent, exhibitionism, cheating, and elements of incest, BDSM, and 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 06
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2B
Her instructor drove the trainees home today, serving as their chauffer. And it was with good reason.
Kate Galloway's eyes were still burning like fire from the chemical mace. Her sinuses were closed, and a nasty tickle lingered at the back of her throat, threatening to send her into another coughing spell until the bile rose from her stomach. She tried her best to ignore it. She had already vomited once today.
"Shower carefully, Galloway," her instructor advised, dropping her off in front of her building. "Otherwise the water will wash the chemicals from your hair right back into your eyes."
She could barely bring herself to talk, still sniffling like she'd had a good crying fit. But she managed to flash him a thumbs-up and a toothy half smile that looked more like she was doing a poor impression of a cartoon pirate.
She carried her gear inside, pausing several times to hold back a cough.
He was waiting for her in the front hallway.
"Hi Galloway, I saw you get dropped off." Ethan held the door for her. "How was mace training?" he asked, with a mixture of excitement, relief that she was still alive, and concern for her sickly appearance.
She managed a mucus-filled gasp from the back of her nose.
"So does that mean you aren't immune?" Despite his crutches, he took her gear from her and helped her carry it. She didn't protest today. Today she needed all the help that she could get.
Ethan guided her up the stairs. He could tell by the way she staggered and blinked that she was still fighting the burn in her face.
When they reached her door she noticed he was carrying a grocery bag in addition to her gear. "What's in the bag?" she asked. Her runny nose made her voice sound funny.
"I heard that milk is supposed to help stop the burning," he produced a fresh gallon.
"You're my hero," she smiled through the pain. She would hug him if she wasn't so sure that the mace would end up on him too.
They went inside. Galloway dumped her gear at the door and hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets of her cluttered kitchen. Finally she came out with a large mixing bowl. She poured the entire jug into it, and half a second later she plunged her face into the cold milk. She opened her eyes under the white murk and blinked for a while, moving her eyes up, down, left, and right.
Ethan stood, watching her quirky display with uncomfortable interest.
After a full two minutes he became nervous. But finally Galloway pulled her head out of the bowl and let out a pleasurable sigh.
"Ahhhh," the milk ran down her face and hair. Ethan found himself chasing the long white trails with his eyes. They ran past her neckline. Her tank top was already showing much of her body, but the way the drops collected and ran between her lovely C-cups was slightly mesmerizing. Galloway seemed not to care that it was running down her top and wetting it to her skin. Maybe she wanted Ethan to see the way it clung to her figure... her nipples getting hard from the cold liquid. Her tits seemed to be standing out extra prominent today in her tank top.
"Feel better?" he asked, snapping himself out of it. He didn't want to get caught looking and risk their friendship over something so stupid.
"Very much so. Thanks. I owe you one." She pulled out the roll of paper towels and began to dab her face.
"So what all did you do?" He asked pulling up a stool at her kitchen table island.
When she talked her nose still sounded stuffy, like she was getting over a cold, but she was less strained. Ethan thought that she must have really been in pain earlier. But she didn't let on. That's just the kind of person Kate Galloway was.
"The instructor met with us," she explained. "He was this huge meaty guy with a shaved head and muscles the size of basketballs. He had scars all over his scalp, and broken teeth- could have been a boxer. He told us his name was John, but everyone calls him 'Pee Wee'."
Ethan giggled. "I can't imagine calling someone like that Pee Wee."
"Yeah, we felt silly too, so we just called him 'sir,'" Galloway admitted. "So anyway, the big guy hands us the mace, shows us how to work it, and makes us each spray him full blast in his face."
"Oh my god."
"The dude didn't even flinch. It was crazy."
"Wow... maybe I'm immune too. You never know."
Galloway smirked, pulling out two bottles of water from the fridge and handing one to Ethan. She cracked her own and chugged it. Afterward she let out a belch. "Okay, Mr. Tough Guy. I can tell you, I am definitely not immune. So after we each blast him, it's our turn. He goes right down the line, one rookie after another. Shoots each of us in the face. And one by one, me and the other rookies collapse, crying and screaming and rolling on the ground. I was one of them."
"I can't imagine you crying. You're like... you're like a super hero or something."
She cocked her eyebrow. "You think way too highly of me. It hurt. It hurt bad. My eyes, my lips, my mouth, my nose. As if that couldn't be bad enough, one by one, he leads each of us to a storage shed. He gives us a handful of cards- ace of clubs, or two of diamonds, etc. He's got matching cards hidden all over the inside of this shed. He had filled the entire shed with mace spray... a cloud of it. We had to go in and search around and try to find as many matching cards as we could. And breathing that crap in isn't any better than having it sprayed in your face. The second it goes up your nose or down your throat, it makes you gag. And it makes you cough involuntarily- you know those long coughing fits where you hack so hard you almost puke?"
Ethan scrunched his nose but nodded his head.
