Brad woke up with his head pounding. The previous night was a blur. He had gone to his buddy Henry's bar, like he usually did on Saturday nights. Henry always let him do anything he wanted. Anything. It was the perfect hunting ground.
The room was pitch black, or maybe he'd gone blind. Summoning all his strength, he sat up with a groan. "Where am I?" he said out loud, and his voice sounded strange. Higher, softer. Yet somehow familiar. Where had he heard it before?
"I see you're awake," said the same voice, this time from a few feet away. The room was flooded with light, and Brad squeezed his aching eyes tight. Not blind after all. That was good. When his eyes adjusted, he realized he was in his own basement, and a pretty young woman was staring at him with the largest, most intense eyes he'd ever seen on a girl. Dark, yet sparkling with an inner fire. Her juicy lips were slathered in cherry red lip gloss, and they smirked at him. She had smooth, pale skin, and long red hair that went down past her tits. And oh, what tits. Big, yet perky, defying gravity as her braless nipples poked through the thin fabric of her pastel pink crop top. Below that was the most extreme hourglass figure imaginable, with a tiny waist and wide hips with a round ass in a short pink skirt that barely covered it. She was more than a ten. She was for sure an eleven, maybe a twelve. She wasn't his dream girl, only because he had never had the brain power to think up someone so gorgeous. And she was here, in his house.
He opened his mouth to speak, and she shushed him with a finger tipped with long red nails. "You'll have your time to speak soon enough," she said. "This is my turn to talk. You may nod or shake your head if I ask you a question. So, Brad, do you remember how we got here?" Brad shook his head, and something tickled his ear. "That's what I thought. After all, you've been heavily drugged."
Drugged? What was going on? Brad was no stranger to drugs, but usually he was the one--
"We were at a bar," the woman continued, breaking Brad's train of thought. "I was there with my friends. You were alone. You came up to me, trying to talk, and I told you to get lost. Do you remember that?" Brad shook his head again. "You really hounded me. My friends were about to kick your ass. You backed down. We thought you had left the bar, but after my friends left, I decided to stay for one last drink, and suddenly, there you were. You held out a tequila soda and told me it was a peace offering, an apology for harassing me earlier. But that's not all it was, was it? Do you remember what else was in that drink, Brad? Do you?"
Brad shook his head, and the woman slapped him hard across the face. He yelped, and once again his voice sounded different. His body felt weird, like he was moving against the current of a river, like he was dreaming. Was he dreaming? That slap felt real, but nothing else did.
The woman sat in his leather chair, opposite the bed where Brad was struggling to keep his head upright. "That was the one and only lie you get this evening. Let's try again. Do you remember what else was in that drink?" Brad nodded. "That's right. You do. Enough GHB to take down an elephant. Just like you do every Saturday night. Only this time, things went a little differently."
She slapped him once more just as he opened his mouth. "Just know that every time you disobey me, it's going to get worse for you. This is not your turn to speak. You are not in control for once. See, you thought I was just like all the dozens of other girls you've dragged home, drooling in your arms. I played the part well."
The woman opened her legs, showing off her lack of panties. She began to idly stroke herself. "You got me home, and down into this soundproofed room. Very well constructed, by the way. Very secure. You thought you had me trapped, just like all those other girls. But I am not a girl. I am a curse. I am the vengeance of every woman you've fucked while her brain was disconnected from her body, and buddy, that was a lot of women."
