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The following installment contains themes of hypnosis, mind control, non-consent, voyeurism, rough sex, gangbangs, cheating, group sex, incest, inanimate objects, and monsters. 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 13
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"You're a real piece of shit," Galloway remarked. She didn't say it with a testy snarl. Her comment was dry— stating a fact.
They had gone into their respective "cells"— storage cages for the different tenant apartments. They hadn't put up a fight, but that was Rob's doing. A few simple commands typed into his computer, and their legs had moved completely independent of their free will. Now they were locked in. Every tenant in the apartment, as well as Galloway's coworkers.
"Power corrupts, I guess," Rob said with an equally matter-of-fact tone.
"Locking us up in cages?" Ethan asked from behind his own set of bars. The girl, Danni, curled up on herself and sobbed quietly.
Rob looked momentarily guilty and ashamed. "It's not ideal, I know. You ever write a book? The less characters there are, the easier it is to juggle everyone. But now there's a lot of you. For as talented as I like to think that I am, I need to come up with a way of keeping track of everyone, otherwise mistakes will get made and things will get out of hand. Keeping on top of it is starting to feel like a full time job."
They supposed that could be true. Ethan glanced up and down the rows of storage units. Captain Graver and the college girl— the busty one with the huge boobs— were in one unit. Apparently Rob had decided to snap them out of their trance.
Both Graver and Lucy had dressed, looking at each other with embarrassment. Lucy was shocked and appalled by what she was wearing. Her Daisy Dukes and her button down barely did anything to conceal a figure that she was already self-conscious about. And to wake up, finding herself locked up, sucking on the cock of a handsome older man, had left her thoroughly embarrassed. She shrank to the back of the cage. Graver draped his jacket over her, and stood glowering at Rob.
Everyone sensed that Rob enjoyed the humiliation on their faces when they snapped back to reality and caught themselves in the midst of their heinous and debaucherous acts.
He'd also freed his spell over the next storage unit— the one where Halley woke up in mid gang bang with her fellow officers. Rob had snickered quietly as the trio of stunned authority figures discovered their cocks going in and out of their boss's mouth, pussy, and ass. They'd all quickly dressed and fled to different corners of their cages, unable to look at each other. ...All except Halley, who despite the compromising position she'd woken up into, had immediately begun to explore her cage for weapons or a way out.
Rob had been a bit more merciful to Ethan. He'd let Ethan into the cage with his mother, worried for her and wanting to check on her. Once Rob had started his humiliation tour, snapping the different captives from his spell over them, Ethan had glanced at him from behind the bars and simply requested "Please don't wake her up like this. I don't want her to know." Rob kept Meg under the spell. She was still a horny raging slut, and Rob had a momentary image of Ethan being locked in a cage with a wild animal... only this wild animal was sexy as fuck and wasn't hungry, she was horny. That could be a fun game for later...
Danni and Galloway each had their own cages. And in the last one, Rob had let Kelsey out of her cage, and woken up a frightened and shocked Tina. Kelsey he hadn't woken up, and he doubted he ever would. He didn't want to see the inevitable change in the way she looked at him once reality set it. If anything, he wanted to separate her from all of this. He sent her upstairs.
"If it's so daunting, why don't you just let us go then?" Galloway remarked, pacing her cage. Like the rest of her men, she was searching her holding cell. Each room had a lot of junk piled up. Tools, weapons, or a weak point would be ideal.
"Do you really think I'm going to dignify that with a response?" Rob said. Then changed his voice to sound like a bumbling moron (an impression oddly similar to Barney Fife). "Ohhh, that's really good idea! Why don't I just let you all go? Never mind all the hot wild steamy sex I can have now with beautiful women who'd normally never even look at me twice."
"It wasn't just about sex with them," Galloway said. "I might be more willing to understand that than what you really did. Look at what you did with Danni and her brother! Look at Ethan and his mom! You didn't have sex with me. But you made me do things I wouldn't ordinarily do. You're a fuckin' pervert."
"I'm the pervert?" Rob started to laugh. It was a deep maniacal laugh. "I'm the pervert? Did you seriously just call *me* the pervert?" His voice seemed to roar as he laughed. "I barely influenced any of you! I *never* influenced Ethan. Not even the barest hint of a testosterone jump. His mother, yes. I turned her into a raging slut. But Ethan, definitely not. I presented him with an opportunity to fuck his own mother. And what did he do? He fucked his own mother. And you know what? He liked it. So who's really the pervert?"
Ethan glanced at the floor, embarrassed.
Rob rounded on Danni. "Your brother, Bill. I had nothing to do with him. My powers don't reach beyond this building. I had you take your clothes a few times on your little video chats, and suddenly your brother is confessing his lust for you. So again, who's really the pervert here?"
Danni blushed.
"And you," he said to Galloway. "I hardly influenced you. I poked your brain a few times in the right spot while you were sleeping. I planted the seed of an idea somewhere deep down under all that dyed hair, and it grew into a redwood on its own. You were an experiment, to see how much of your actions were free will. And guess what? That little gangbang of yours with all those bad boy burglars... nearly all of it was your own free will. People are only as good and wholesome as their opportunities. I gave normal wholesome people the perfect opportunity to either go for it, or walk away. And you all went for it. So I'm going to ask this again: Who is *really* the pervert here?" He seemed to snarl those last words.
For once, Galloway's cheeks flushed bright pink and she fell silent.
"That's what I thought," Rob remarked.
"So what's your plan?" Halley commented as she paced her own cell. Her manner was calm and even, but beneath the surface, Rob could see the danger glowing like embers behind her eyes. "These cells don't exactly have food, toilets, or showers. Unless you like your women messy, smelly, and half starved?" She rested her hands on her hips and cocked her eyebrow.
"Don't get too comfy," Rob answered almost immediately, and his words chilled them deeply. "None of you. You won't be here for long..."
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Rob stepped out of the basement. They weren't sure where he was going, or for how long he'd be gone. That was why the moment he left, the soldiers began to direct the others.
"Hey, college girls," Halley called down the rows of cells to Danni and Tina. Both girls were sitting by helplessly. "Start searching the junk piles in your cages. Right now. Make it fast. Anything you can use as a weapon, anything that you could restrain a man with. Any weak boards, any loose screws. You want to get the hell out of here? We need to be out of here before he comes back." Halley's words seemed to spur the girls into action.
Galloway was already on it, kicking at the chain links that surrounded her, trying to see if there was a spot that was especially wobbly.
Captain Graver was pep talking Lucy, who had bundled herself into her jacket. "It's not your fault," he told her. "None of this is. But you gotta help me." She was smiling meekly and Graver could see her true personality— not the bouncy boy-crazy brat that she'd come across as initially. The real her was shy, self-conscious, and introverted. It suited her better.
Ethan's attention was divided between the task at hand, and trying to keep his mother grounded in reality. She was still deeply under Rob's influence. But whatever personality he assigned to her still closely mirrored her normal one. She was concerned, anxious, and obsessing over Ethan. "I love you baby. I'm sorry... I just can't control myself around you."
"It's fine mom. It's fine. We'll talk more about this later," he was brushing her aside.
Halley's men watched her rummage through old boxes and rubber maid bins full of old toys and junk. They were all hesitant to move, like a children who weren't sure if they were in trouble or not, and therefore afraid to draw any attention, lest they find out.
Finally Halley grew frustrated. "What the fuck are your problems?" She glared at Alvarado, York, and Alex.
Her men were looking at her with guilty expressions. She supposed she couldn't blame them. When they had all come-to, all three of them were balls deep in Halley's body, fucking their boss like sex starved animals.
"Boss..." it was Alex who asked it. He was nervously cleaning his glasses on his shirt. "Are we in trouble... for what we were doing?"
"You're going to be in a lot more trouble if you don't start helping me," she wasn't interested in talking about this.
"Are you sure?" York's expression was concerned. "Because we literally woke up down here having sex with you..."
Halley rounded on them. "Oh my god, do we really need to talk this out now? You guys are like a bunch of needy girls." Her voice went off like a gunshot in the room. Everyone looked over. "Lets all get something straight, under the circumstances, so we don't have to talk this shit out later." Her eyes traveled around the room to all of their faces— her men, the college students, her own future husband. "I'm not holding any of this against any of you. If there was ever a time for a free pass, I'd say this is it. So enjoy the fact that we all got laid guilt-free."
She resumed her rummaging. Her men looked satisfied by this response. Graver seemed relieved and more forgiving of himself.
Halley couldn't resist though. A smile arrived on her face, late to the party. "For the record, boys, how was I?" She smirked as she came out with a bat, only to find that it was made of cheap plastic. A child's whiffle ball toy. She discarded it.
"Couldn't have been that good," Alvarado replied. "We don't remember it." And despite the situation, everyone chuckled lightly.
