Ayfabe

As much as I would love to take credit for this really cool idea, this was suggested by someone else. Hope you all enjoy!

Sarah stood in front of the door.

She glanced around. Night had fallen in the street behind her, the lamps distant stars amidst the dull, foggy night. The houses on either side were tall and well-built, the streets clean of garbage. It was the sort of street that managed, with the barest amount of effort, to radiate plebian wealth. It was also more or less designed to make a freshman college student from Nevada feel nervous.

She turned back to the door. It had an elaborate knocker and a buzzer to one side. She stared at the buzzer, desperately working up the courage to press it and start a glorious new chapter of her life.

She owed herself this. Sarah had started college five months ago with

expectations

. Expectations involving college boys and college girls and experimentation and lots and lots of kinky sex.

Expectations that she really hadn't been met. And here she was, ready to finally get what she always wanted. All she had to do was to knock on the door.

This is it,

she thought.

This is the moment where your life changes, and you get all of the sexy, kinky shit that you've always wanted. This is the moment where boring, ugly, silly little Sarah who read

Fifty Shades

twenty times over, who posted enough stuff on erotica forums to have her own FBI file, this is where she ends and sexy, adventurous, seductive and just overall really fucking hot Sarah begins.

She'd made all sorts of progress already. Done some fun things with some college boys, even had a one-night stand. But when she tried to suggest threesomes with their roommates or offered to tie them up to their bed, she found herself ghosted. Sarah was slowly coming to the realization that her base level of kinkiness, her thirst to make all of the various erotica that she'd read (and watched, and drawn art of, and roleplayed online, and wrote five-volume stories about which had been posted to fairly positive reviews) a reality was quite a bit higher than the college population and if she really wanted to get into the nice stuff, so to speak, she was going to have to seek out fellow perverts like herself.

Hence her current circumstances. She could do this. She had to do this. Her libido

deserved

it.

She banged on the door and then pressed the buzzer for good measure. No escape now.

Agonizing minutes passed before the door opened. A woman stood at the door. She was gorgeous, with a mass of dark hair that cascaded down an appealing, heart-shaped face. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by a tight, rich red dress that poured off her figure.

Sarah couldn't help but compare the girl to herself. Her honey-colored hair wasn't as volumous, her tits were smaller, her own dress- a green thing with frills around the edges that she'd bought specially for the occasion- sat on her like a paper bag. One last growth spurt in the very end of puberty had at least allowed her to use words like 'pretty' and 'slender' to describe herself instead of 'a frog-faced stick', but old anxieties were hard to shake.

She smiled up at the gorgeous woman. The gorgeous woman stared blankly back at her.

"Hi," she said. The woman continued to stare ahead. "I'm here for the party?"

Still no response. Sarah wondered if she needed a special password or something. No-one mentioned a password! "Um, my roommate Kiley might have told you about me? She gave me a special invite to this place." Actually her roommate had walked up to her out of the blue one day and told her, in this weird, obviously embarrassed monotone, that there was this club in the city that held special parties that was full of sexy people who did all that stuff that she liked. In retrospect her walking in on Sarah jilling herself to

Harry + Voldermort: Master and Servant in Darkness

had turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

The gorgeous woman continued to stare into space for a few more moments. Then she abruptly turned around and walked into the house. Sarah stood in the doorway and dithered for a full thirty seconds before finally deciding that the open doorway

obviously

counted as an invitation, and she

totally

had the right to enter and get involved in all manner of erotic adventures.

She walked into the entry hall. The interior hallway was richly appointed but was dimly lit, and she squeaked as she banged her shin on a small table by the door. There were voices- soft and feminine- up ahead, so this probably wasn't a serial killer's lair, like that

My Hero Academia + Silence of the Lambs

crossover fic she'd written a scathing review of.

Sarah walked towards the voices, expecting... well, she didn't quite know what to expect. Actually, she had some pretty clear ideas as to what she might expect. Lots and lots of ideas. Maybe a straight-up orgy, like in

Eyes Wide Shut

? Some sort of adult party game, like

Twilight: Bella's Special Birthday

? Maybe even some sort of weird hidden cult, like

The Depravity Files

? Hopefully not the last one- that story had been awful. She opened a door and stepped inside.

It was a living room. Actually, it was whatever word applied to a living room that was too fancy to be a living room- maybe some sort of second hall or smoking room or den or something? It was a room that was clearly meant for rich, sexy, interesting people to sit and talk and flirt instead of, say, kids to play or grandmothers to watch TV in. The couches were plush, there were fancy books on the bookcase, and the lighting went for soft elegance. Three girls sat on the couch.

The first was slim and blonde- well, slimmer and blonder than Sarah. Her pale hair was bouncy and curled into ringlets and she wore a crisp black shirt with pants. Her blue eyes flickered to Sarah with mild curiosity before she returned to her phone.

The second was dark skinned, her frizzy hair pushed back into a ponytail. She had a generous figure that was stuffed into a tame white dress. She narrowed her eyes as she said, "Okay, another one."

The last one was tall and athletic woman dressed in jeans and a pale t-shirt with a dark jacket. Her brown hair was short with an asymmetrical shaved cut that Sarah always associated with cyberpunk movies and the cooler sort of gay women. She nodded at Sarah. "What's your name?"

"Sarah. Or am I meant to be using a different name? Is that the rule?" When the stern-faced woman did not reply Sarah continued, "So what's your name?"

"Call me Echo. Listen, Sarah- I think you might be in danger."

"Is this part of the bit?"

"What? No, I'm part of an organization... you don't need to know the details. Sarah, can you tell me why you came here?"

"Well." Sarah paused. "I came here because of the... club."

"The club?"

Sarah leant forward and whispered as she waggled her eyebrows, "The...

special

club. You know?"

Echo turned to the other girls. "What about both of you?"

The blonde with the ringlets said quietly, "My name's Terri. I'm here for an interview about an au pair?"

"And you?"

"I'm Molly. I um, I came here about an ad for an immersive experience?" The buxom girl glanced at the others. "What do you think is going on?"

Echo nodded. "I came here for other reasons. I've been investigating the disappearances of a number of girls on campus. I believe that you're all in danger. You should leave right now-"

"Too late," said another voice.

Sarah turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and muscular and dressed in a sharp suit and he looked scary and sexy and

fuck yes

, this was all looking awesome. He stepped into the room, a smile on his face. "You were all of you, trapped the moment you entered this place. All of you are all my slaves, your minds bound to my will. Isn't that the truth?"

"Yes," replied Terri, staring ahead blankly.

"Yes," replied Molly, staring ahead blankly.

Echo's face twisted, her hands clenched. All of a sudden her features smoothed, her posture released of all tension. "Yes," she said in the same soft monotone as the others.

"Yes... what?"

Echo smiled even as she stared blankly ahead. "Yes, Master."

"Excellent," said the man. He turned to Sarah and his brow clenched as though in effort. "And you? Speak, girl. Announce your servitude to me. Now."

Sarah stared into the man's deep, dark eyes. And something inside her head clicked.

This was one of those erotic fantasy roleplays! Like she'd read about on the forums! Like, two people would meet up at a restaurant and pretend to be a man and a prostitute or step-siblings or something, and then they'd go to a hotel room and have awesome sex with paddles and spanking and everything was so hot. This was basically the same thing where they all pretended to be hypnotized or something, like

Avatar: The Reign of Hypno-Zuko.

Oh, she was

so

ready for this. Sexy hypno-fun times, here she came! She straightened her back and stared ahead, doing her best to keep her voice in the same monotone as before. "I hear and obey, Master."

The man frowned and Sarah cursed herself for taking so long to figure it out. After a moment he turned away and clapped his hands. "All of you are beautiful women. You are no doubt used to having your own way- to using your looks and your charms to enthrall men into doing your will. Perhaps you had your own ideas about what your lives would be; perhaps you thought yourselves the masters of your own destiny. But that's over now. From now on, my desires are your desires. From now on, my will is your will. From now on, you do not think unless I desire it, do not act unless it is in my interests." He chuckled. "And in return... in return, I shall visit upon you such pleasures that you could never imagine." His eyes burned with cruel intent.

Fuck yes,

thought Sarah. Was this guy an actor or something? He was really, really good. Sexy, too. She could think of all sorts of hot fantasy plotlines about what would happen- actually, she didn't need to. It was about to really happen to her! Yay!

The man continued to talk. "But I digress. You understand that you are obedient, but you do not really understand what obedience means. No, I believe that a demonstration is in order- besides, I do so enjoy playing with my new toys. Strip."

The other girls responded without hesitation or question, shrugging off shirts and unzipping dresses. Sarah did her best to keep up but kept glancing sideways at the others as more and more skin was revealed. She could feel her heart thump as Molly took off her bra, revealing enormous breasts capped by dark, large nipples. There wasn't the slightest hint of embarrassment at their nudity.

Wow. These girls were

awesome

. Sarah could never imagine having that sort of confidence. She looked good now, she knew, but... for these girls, there wasn't the slightest indication that they were ashamed. Maybe they were all seasoned club members and this was just another Friday night for them. God, she wanted to be that effortlessly liberated, just like in

She-Ra and the Princesses of Spanking.

The man walked down the line of girls. "Acceptable. I see that my sleeper agents are still hard at work." He reached out to gently fondle Molly's breasts. "Oh, quite pleasant. You're big in all the places that count, aren't you? I suspect that you'll be quite popular. Tell me, do you like sex?"

"Yes, Master," replied the girl.

"Well, you're going to enjoy it a lot more. Quite a lot more. In fact, it's going to be the only thing you're going to be doing from now on." The man chuckled. "I do hope you're not intelligent. It would really be a waste when I reduce you to a slutty bimbo." He moved on, running his hand down the side of Terri's hip. "Hmmm. Tell me girl, are you close to your family?"

"Yes, Master," replied the girl.

"No more," he replied. "You will be made to forget them. Forget your friends, forget your lovers, forget your dreams... forget everything but the joy of obedience. I suppose for you it will be an upgrade. You will never know the ups and downs of regret, the heartbreak of losing another. You will know nothing other than thrill of submission. It will never fade, never lessen, never weaken. In a way, you will be the happiest, most fulfilled girls on Earth."

He reached Echo and smiled at a body that was wiry and muscular underneath her clothes. "Hmmm. I think we have a surprise here. What is your name?"

"Echo, Master."

"No," he replied. "That

was

your name. Your name now will be 'Slave'. Tell me Slave, why did you come here tonight?"

"To stop you," said Echo.

"You know of me?"

"I was sent here to kill you."

"Ah," said the man. "I wonder which organisation sent you. No, no, don't tell me now. It will be more amusing to find out later. Still, if you found me, others will too. I think it's time to pack up shop. Once I'm done with you I'll call in my sleepers... a lot of missing girls all at once, but we'll be long gone by the time serious questions are asked."

It was hard for Sarah to continue to stare ahead as he moved on to her. He gently toyed with her nipples and she inhaled sharply as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She was loving this. The plotline, the dominance play... the dialogue was a bit rubbish- it was even worse than the English dub of

Ecchi Girls are Hypnotised by The Naughty Teacher

- but he had a nice baritone and she was still really digging this. She did want to find out how the secret assassin plotline ended at least- was it something they worked out in advance or did they ad-lib the whole thing?

He abruptly turned and walked away. "Still, I've been neglecting the festivities a little, haven't I? I know I shouldn't push my powers too hard it's hard to resist such a pleasant bounty. Hmmm... the girl next to you is the love of your life. She is the sexiest woman you've ever met. Make out with her. Pleasure her body. Worship her."

Sarah barely had time to turn before Echo's lips were pressing against her own. Abruptly she found her hands full of Echo, the athletic woman's soft breasts and ass complimenting her hard, lean muscles. Her tongue invaded Sarah's mouth, lashing out to tease and duel while her hands stroked her nipples. Echo's eyes were lidded with desire as she seized Sarah like she was her prey, like the older girl wanted to devour her, to claim her as her own.

Sarah was on fire. She'd found out she was bisexual early on- it was a Game of Thrones Arya/Sansa fic that had did it for her- but it was a side of her that she had pretty much no experience in exploring, apart from that one nervous makeout session with Karyn Durden and that online girlfriend from Germany who turned out to be a forty-year-old man with two kids from Toronto. This? Making out with a hot, athletic girl with muscles like steel, who was just as big a pervert as she was, while a hot guy looked on? She was in heaven. She lost herself in the other girl; in the heat of her body, in the way she moaned into her mouth, in the way that her fingers seemed to know precisely where to touch, where to stroke. She dipped her own hands between Echo's legs and found her dripping wet. Ready for her.

This was... she didn't know if secret sex clubs had Yelp! Reviews but if they did this was getting top marks.

"Enough," said the man and Sarah couldn't help but whimper as Echo abruptly pulled away. Molly and Terri were similarly separating, and Sarah noted the fresh gleam of saliva on Molly's breasts and the hickey on Terri's neck. "Very good. Very, very good. It seems that you girls will make suitable slaves." He winced, rubbing his forehead before continuing. "But you have been cruel enough to arouse me... you." He pointed to Terri. "Come here and kneel in front of me."

The blonde girl moved over to the man and fell to her knees. He unzipped his pants and his cock- a rather pleasant cock, in Sarah's opinion- came out. "Pleasure it with your mouth," he said. "Look at me while you're doing it. Make me believe that sucking my cock is the most incredible thing you've ever done in your life."

Terri dove forward, her mouth enveloping his erection in a heartbeat. Her hands moved to grip his hips, holding him steady while her head bobbed back and forth. Sarah drank in the scene- the naked, helplessly entranced girl, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her mouth full of cock as she slobbered and sucked and licked, her eyes burning with love as she gazed up at the man who enslaved her. It was perverted. It was depraved. And it was happening in front of her in real-time.

One of her hands moved down to caress her mound, before sliding down to slither inside her aching, needy pussy-

"Stop!"

Sarah froze. A guilty squeak emerged from her mouth as the man stared at her. He abruptly pushed Terri away, the girl tumbling onto her ass in a daze. He walked up to her, his eyes narrowed, his dick bouncing with every step. His face was a weird shade of red and his eyes were narrow like he was squinting. "You, there."

Sarah stared straight ahead, her heart pounding for entirely non-sexy reasons. She was fucking things up! She was breaking character, ruining the flow! Oh god- they were going to throw her out of the secret sex club!

The man stood in front of her, his face like thunder. "You-" He winced again before continuing, "You're a strange one. I thought there was something unusual about you... I can't really feel your mind. Not like the others. Hmmm. I think some tests might be necessary." He chuckled. "What is your name?"

"Sarah." Wait, was she supposed to be using another name? "Rachel."

"What?"

"Sarah-Rachel. My name is Sarah-Rachel," she paused and then added, "Master."

"Why did you come here?"

"Because..." she wasn't going to break character again, no-sir! She'd just invent something entirely plausible. "I'm actually a crusading journalist who wanted to expose your evil operation."

The man blinked. "Really?"

"Yes, Master. I came here to secretly film you." Like Louis Lane in

Making Superman's Girl my Slave, part II.

The man was now glancing around. "Do you have your camera on you now?"

"Yes," said Sarah. This would be so much hotter if he 'commanded' one of the girls to film all the stuff he was doing to her! But maybe that wasn't part of the fantasy? Oh! They probably had a no-filming policy! That made sense! "But I can destroy it if you want, Master."

The man coughed and looked around. "Later. Not now. You... you still worry me. Come here," he said. "I want you to go over to the couch. I think with you, a more... permanent method is required. I will fuck you; fuck you and fill you with my seed." He smiled that cruel, sexy smile of his once more. "Just so you know... the physical connection with allow me to penetrate your mind entirely. And once I am inside... once I am inside, I will devour your mind. Turn you into an empty shell." He coughed again, sagging, before standing up straight once more. "A waste, but I think you're too risky to risk regaining your will." He led her over to the couch. "Lie down. Spread your legs."

Sarah obeyed, trembling with excitement. Crisis averted! He clearly liked her- he was about to fuck her, wasn't he? So everything was fine.

He bent down, his fingers delving into her sex, and she had to repress another shiver. "Already ready for me," he muttered, wincing. "Either my powers are working on you after all or else you're a complete slut." She managed to stop herself from nodding enthusiastically as he lined his erection against her wet cunt. "Say goodbye. Goodbye to your free will, goodbye to your memories, goodbye to your old life."

And he thrust into her.