DreamWeavers

"Welcome to my bar" a tall woman with black hair that echoed the nightsky almost perfectly greeted as you stepped into the lively bar. The lights were dim, yet still bright enough to grant visibility, and there was a light misting through the room. You look over to the woman, looking her from head to toe, and finding her to have an entirely enticing and absolutely ravishing look. That bosom of hers drew your eyes immediately, before they found their way to her eyes. Those golden eyes that seemed to swallow you whole.

She was silent as she made her way into the bar, wanting to check it out. She was barely legal, having turned nineteen literally just that day. It was a birthday party kind of thing, between her and a friend. Although she realised that 'party' was probably a bit too generous a term to use as it was just the two of them. However, they both intended to make this a night they wouldn't forget. Or maybe they would, if they were drunk enough. It seemed that was her friends goal, too."You've never been drunk, girl. This place will make sure you get there, and take care of ya!" She heard, before looking over. Her friend was tall, about six foot three, with a slender build and vibrant blue hair that was streaked with black. Her eyes seemed to match her hair too, which was absolutely something that she appreciated."I know, Esper." The birthday girl commented, shaking her head lightly. "But I'm uneasy about it. I've... you know I've never been somewhere like this before." She added, her short blonde hair seeming to bounce on its own and acquiring something akin to a glow from the lights in the bar. Her friend, Esper just laughed."Just enjoy it!" Esper said, hooking an arm over the birthday girls shoulders. "Trust me, Rose, you're going to love it. You'll be addicted to this place." She then promised, which caused Rose to pause a moment. Addicted? That didn't sound too enjoyable. It was a bar, but maybe calling it a clube would be more accurate, and a rather strange one, but that didn't mean it would be a bad addiction. Maybe.She took a deep breath, looking around a little more. There were plenty of people who were just casually walking in and out of the door, and it looked as though things were... well, that there wasn't anything shady going on there. It looked as if everyone was good, fine, and having a good time. It did help to calm Rose down a bit, ease her fears just that little bit. Or rather, enough that she was able to step up to the bar with Esper and actually order a drink.Well, she would have, had Esper not beaten her to the punch, to her chagrin.

"What can I get you lovely ladies?" The tender asked, her voice smooth and silken. Rose found herself enticed by it almost immediately, and caught herself staring at the woman. She had black hair that was braided and wrapped around her head, making it impossible to tell the length. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were almost akin to liquid pools of gold. She couldn't look away, and found her voice freezing too, which just net another laugh from Esper."Hey there, Amy!" Esper greeted with a lively tone. "I'm lookin' for a spicy cosmo, while Rose here wants the birthday special." She continued, motioning toward her friend. The bartender, Amy, looked to Rose with a slight smirk."Got any proof it's your birthday, doll?" She asked. Rose was silent, still, for a moment before blinking."What? I.." She started, which net another laugh from Esper."Everyone gets caught by something regarding Amy the first time they see her. It was her tits for me. What got you?" Esper asked, her voice curious."Uh... " Rose started, but wasn't able to actually formulate a response before Amy answered, leaning forward on the bar, her elbows atop it and her breasts looking to be about ready to pop out of the button up top she was wearing."My eyes, actually." Was Amy's answer. She knew exactly where it was that Rose had been looking. "And it's not something one can let go of easily. Now, Rose, was it?" Rose nodded, obediently, silently, "do you have proof it's your birthday?" Rose, without thinking, and while maintaining eyecontact with Amy, dug her wallet out of her pocket and handed her ID over to the woman. Amy accepted it, looked it over before passing it back with a chuckle."Good enough for me. I'll make your drinks up. Give me five minutes." She then said, straightening up and walking off, and into the back. As soon as she was out of sight, Rose shook her head, not entirely sure what it was that had entirely happened there. She knew she'd been asked for ID, and had provided it - as that wasn't something that was a surprise for her - but she wasn't so sure about anything else. She found she almost felt... heavier than before, and she couldn't explain it.

"Amy's gorgeous, no?" Esper asked, eying her friend a bit. Rose was silent, having a hard time finding the words to respond. "Yeah, she tends to do that to people. Did it to me the first time I met her too.""I... yeah.. who is she?" Rose managed to ask a few seconds later, still not looking away from where Amy had gone."Honestly? I'm not sure. All I do know is that she's gorgeous and owns this bar. She's also quite willing to fuck her patrons as payment for drinks." Esper answered with a light shrug as she turned her back to the bar, leaning against it with her elbows on the surface. Rose looked to her, slowly. She was having a hard time tearing her gaze away from where Amy would arrive from again."I..." Rose started, "Have you?" She then asked. Esper shook her head, her blue hair dancing around."Nah. Never had a chance. I'm straight too, remember." was her answer. Rose just paused, before shaking her head."So am I. and you know it." She reminded her friend. She found some part of her longing for that black haired bartender, Amy. She couldn't explain it, either. She was straight, completely and utterly straight. So much so that she'd never even looked at another female in that kind of way before. The fact that she felt herself starting to almost want Amy... was weird. IT was something she couldn't quite wrap her head around, but she wasn't really going to complain either. Something about it almost felt... right."So, what you think of the energy here?" Esper asked after a couple seconds. Rose paused a moment, looking to her friend, taking a couple seconds longer than normal to process the inquiry, before looking around."It's... definitely lively." was her answer, which net a chuckle from Esper. "I can't say I hate it, either. ""No one does. This place is awesome." Esper responded. "I brought you here to have fun. You have me in your phone, I have your gps, you have mine. I have your tracker in my bra, and you have mine in your wallet," she continued, pulling said tracker out of her bra before putting it back where it was safe. They'd agreed to that just so they couldn't find each other easily in the event they got separated, "as I realise how the night life is in places like this. We're most likely going to get separated at some point during the night, and at least this way we can find each other again."

"Yeah... I know. It's an extra layer of protection and safety." Rose agreed with a nod. She wasn't about to argue that logic, either. "I'll probably need it.""Probably? Girl, I guarantee you'll need it." was Esper's answer, and Rose could only laugh lightly. This was her first time in an establishment like this, after all, who knew what would happen?"Here you are." Amy said as she returned, causing Rose to whirl around a little too eagerly, just in time to watch Amy set a drink in front of her, and another in front of Esper. The drink in front of Rose was crystal-clear glass that seemed to capture the very essence of the cosmos. The elixir within swirled like liquid midnight, its otherworldly glow casting a mesmerizing spell on the dimly lit surroundings.As the seeker gazed into the depths of the elixir, tiny lights flickered within—an astral dance that seemed to echo the distant whispers of forgotten constellations. The aroma, an intoxicating blend of celestial nectar and elusive stardust, permeated the air, promising an experience beyond the ordinary. She didn't even realise that she'd reached toward it, and picked it up. Didn't realise what she'd brought it up to her lips, nor did she realise she took a taste. All she knew, was that it was amazing. It's falvour was a velvety concoction of moonlit berries and elusive orchids, unfolded on the palate like a cosmic symphony. Sweet ambrosia, tingling stardust, and the essence of dreams mingled in a dance that transcended the boundaries of reality."Oh... wow." She managed to get out as she set the glass down on the bar again."Tasty, isn't it?" Amy asked as she mixed another drink for a patron. "It's part of why this place is so popular. That's a freebie, by the way. Everyone gets one on their birthday." She added. Rose paused a moment."Wait, what?" She asked before she could stop herself. "Why? Wouldn't that actually hurt your profits?""Nahhh, we make enough money that I can easily afford to do that." Amy answered with a light chuckle. "And I enjoy doing so, as well." Rose was silent as Amy said that, before nodding."Yeah... ok. I guess that makes sense." She said after a few seconds, eyeing the drink again. It was so inticing. Amy, meanwhile, just smirked subtly."Go! Have fun, enjoy the bar! I promise, you'll love this place. I make it a point to only have good people in here." The bartender promised. Rose didn't even have a chance to do or consider anything else before Esper grabbed her arm at the elbow."See ya Amy! We'll be back for another drink in a bit~" She promised before pulling Rose into the crowd. Rose, meanwhile, barely managed to grab the drink, before it was out of reach, and followed her friend into the throng of people. As they walked off, Amy just shook her head lightly."You'll love this place." Amy repeated quietly to herself. "Once I'm done with you. It only takes one drink." She promised.

The lights above the crowd seemed to pulse with the music that was coming through the speakers, and it didn't take long at all before Esper was thoroughly enjoying herself. Rose watched as her friend started to dance, enjoying the night and trying to get Rose to join her. The birthday girl was still too hesitant, just sat at a table nearby with her drink, watching her friend make a fool of herself - not that it was anything new. Esper was very much a free spirit, and one that would take any chance she could to have fun - while she watched everyone else, as well. She didn't know what kind of place that was, not entirely, and she wanted to know.As she was sitting there though, she started to feel ... heavier, almost. It was getting harder to move, and she felt her head and shoulders starting to sink to the table. The more she drank of that delicious cocktail, the heavier everything felt, and by the time that she'd actually been able to make that connection, she'd knocked it over, as her head hit the table. No one noticed, either. They were too focused on themselves.She tried to lift her head, to get it up, but found that she couldn't. It was just too heavy, and her thoughts were growing foggy and fuzzy. Everything was getting hazy, and she couldn't understand it. She couldn't hope to, for that matter. She was heavy, listeless. She felt like she was nothing more than a weight, couldn't even fathom the idea of moving. The volume of the music, the liveliness of the people, was starting to fade as well. It was as if her senses entirely were starting to fail her.She had no idea how long she was there before she felt herself sat up, pulled into a sitting position, her head lolling to the side as a pair of hands found her breasts. They weren't going beneath any fabric, not yet, but she could feel them carressing, groping, grasping, her modest B cup breasts. They were kneaded, massaged, squeezed, and groped, and she couldn't muster the energy to stop it. Couldn't will her body to do anything."I've been waiting for this." She barely heard through the haze of her own head, her own thoughts. The more that those hands played with her breasts, the heavier Rose felt, the less aware of anything and everything she became, as well. She couldn't understand it, and didn't want to. The voice sounded feminine, though, and that was what was important. It was a female, and that was fine, that was ok.

"You're so much fun to play with." Came another whisper, which caused her to shiver. "I have so many ideas. So many plans. For now, though... I'm just going to play. You'll love it, Rose. I know you will."Rose didn't hear, didn't feel, her dress being pulled down. She was too far gone, and the more that those hands toyed with her breasts. She couldn't feel anything, nothing more than those hands. They ignited something within her, something that she didn't know how to handle, process, or even understand. As the top half of her dress was pulled beneath her breasts, her arms freed from their fabric confines, she let out a bit of a moan, but didn't move. Those silken warm hands then undid the front clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to breathe the air in there. That intoxicating, addictive air.Those hands returned, grasping her breasts again, massaging and kneading them, before the nipples were pinched. She didn't even feel that. All she felt was a heaviness, a weight, a foggy and clouded haze. That was all she knew, was how to react. And, her nipples were pulled and stretched, causing her to let out a moan, but nothing more. Those hands were expert, knowing exactly what they were doing. Her breasts were played with for what felt like forever, her nipples tweaked and teased, before she felt something on her lips."Drink this, Rose. It'll help." Was all that was whispered into her ear, and she obediently did so. It was a thick, viscous liquid, and the more that she drank of it, the more that she felt herself fall further, deeper in the abyss that she found herself within. The deeper she fell, the more she enjoyed it, wanted it, as well. She couldn't place the voice, didn't have the capacity to even try for the moment."We're here again." She heard, the words alluring, sulty... Rose knew she had to listen to them, had to do whatever that voice told her to."It's your ninteenth birthday, again." The voice continued. "And it's just you and me. My present for you was a drink. Just a drink. Just like last time."

Rose nodded, unable to really formulate a thought."And we'll do it again, just like last time. This is never ending, and you know it, you love it, you crave it." The voice continued. Rose nodded, she couldn't say anything, could barely even nod for that matter. She just knew that the voice she heard was the one she had to listen to, had to make sure she pleased."This is the sixth time we've been here," they continued, "and I've never once let you leave without having a good time. Without feeling satisfied. I'm not going to start tonight. You're going to have the best birthday ever. You'll never have another like this... at least not with anyone else. You will only celebrate your birthdays with me, because you know I'll give you the best.""Yes..." Rose mumbled, her voice feeling like it wasn't her own, but also that it was. She didn't even realise she was the one who had said anything there."The others here aren't even aware of your presence, including that girl you came in with." The person continued, laughing. It sounded seductive, and it caused Rose to moan softly, the sound coming out of her lips unbidden, but not entirely unwelcome."But they will, eventually."Rose found herself on the floor, in her dress, her legs spread and her bra undone, her breasts bare to the room."You will always have the best birthday parties, Rose. You are never going to leave without me having satisfied you completely. And you won't ever remember when you're not around me."The words echoed in her head, and she moaned, nodding."You'll be here, next year, and the year after. You won't know when, or where, but you will.""I'm..." Rose managed to moan out, "Yours." She didn't understand, but she knew she didn't have to. The voice was all that mattered.

"I know you are." They said before whirling the chair around to face her, leaning in close and catching Rose's lips in her own. The kiss sent shocks through Rose, igniting every nerve of hers, but in all the best ways. As their lips danced together, her tongue slipping into the birthday girl's mouth, their tongues wrestled and caressed, and Rose didn't fight it. She just moaned softly into the kiss, her eyes starting to flutter closed as her whole body shivered. She was feeling hot, her skin sensitive, her thoughts still hazy."Happy birthday, Rose." Amy said when they pulled apart, a grin on her face. This was always going to be a night she would remember, and she would ensure that Rose did not, every time. Rose was her personal pet, her plaything. Any time that she felt she needed some fun, some release, she made it that Rose came by, believing it was her nineteenth birthday, every time."I..." Rose started, barely able to even get that out. Her voice had no strength, no life, but that one word had a need to it."What does my eternal nineteen year old want?" Amy asked, her hand carressing Rose's cheek kindly. Her voice was seductive, alluring. She knew that Rose wouldn't be able to do anything for the moment, but also knew that there was plenty more that she could do here, that she would do, even. She also knew that Rose would beg her for it, as she always did, every single time she came in."I..." rose tried again, but found she couldn't get anything more. Amy didn't say anything for a moment before laughing lightly as she just grasped one of Rose's breasts. They were small, only a B cup, but still a rather nice handful. She knew that, and she knew that Rose was aware of that to, even if she couldn't actually properly process it for the moment. However, she didn't think that there would be anything more that could be said or done about it for the moment... at least not right that moment."I need.." Rose tried again, but again couldn't get it out. Then again, Amy's hand groping and massaging her breast was absolutely not helping. It was causing the fragments of Roses thoughts to scatter like dust in the wind. She couldn't even comprehend what was happening for the moment, was just there, enjoying the fact that Amy had her hands on her breasts, the movement, the warmth. She didn't even realise that she was in the middle of the bar, at a table, with her breasts out like that with Amy playing with them. No one was paying them any heed, either, and it was how Amy had designed it to be.

"What do you need, Rose?" Amy asked, leaning in close. Her lips were against the ear of her pet, and her tongue flicked out, running along the shell of the ear before pulling the lobe into her mouth and nibbling gently. Rose's head lolled slightly, unable to properly process everything that was happening, as Amy's other hand found the nipple of her left breast, pulling and tweaking it. She moaned out, unable to stop herself, before Amy kissed her, the kiss full of heat, passion, desire, and so much more. She couldn't process the sensations, not properly, as her tongue was captured by Amy's and her mind went blank.The kiss was long, passionate, and all consuming. The heat from the kiss seemed to consume her, the taste of Amy's lips the only thing on her mind. Their tongues danced and battled, each trying to gain dominance over the other. Amy knew it was a battle that she was going to win, and had won every single time, but that was what she wanted. Rose, however, was still lost in the kiss, and didn't even seem to notice anything else, for the moment. She was a puddle of goo, and Amy was the one in control."What do you need, my dear?" Amy asked as she pulled away, and Rose was left panting, gasping, trying to catch her breath, her face a bright red. However, she still couldn't move, still felt impossibly heavy, weighted, anchored."I..." Rose moaned out, trying to find her words, her voice. Amy smirked, knowing she couldn't get them out, for the moment."Do you need a little bit of help, Rose?" Amy asked, loving this as she did every time that her little toy came into her bar. Rose didn't say anything, was just breathing heavy, her chest moving as she did so. Amy so loved to watch her breasts move and bounce with those almost laboured breaths."Y.. yes..." Rose finally managed to answer, finally managed to figure out what to say, as Amy's hands continued with her breasts, continued with her nipples, as well. She was lost in the sea of sensations, and she was enjoying every single moment of it."Then I will help you." Amy promised before grabbing the glass from the table that Rose had knocked over earlier, before getting to her feet. Rose let out a moan as she felt Amy's legs against hers, but didn't have the strength to say or do anything about it. She was lost, adrift, and was just going with the flow. She had no idea what was happening, and didn't care. She couldn't care about anything other than the heat she felt in her core. Amy, with a smug smirk on her face, headed off, back to the bar. She had a drink to mix, after all. The first one put Rose into this state, the second one will just solidify it for the next few days. If this went well, then she would be able to keep her prize this time.

Or maybe she'd allow Rose to head back out into the real world, there was no way for Amy to know what she would do. It entirely depended on her mood by the end of this little... event.She made her way behind the bar and mixed up another drink. This time, it wasn't going to shut down Rose's faculties, instead, this would have a lovely effect on her desires, and her physical form. She was going to have fun with this. As she worked to create the drink, she couldn't help but smirk."You were a bitch in highschool, Rose, but now you're my bitch." She stated as she added a few drops of a pink, almost neon fluid to the drink. The way that Rose reacted when the first drink had hit her was absolutely incredible, and was the only reason that Amy was even bothering."No one is going to miss you, not really." She continued as she added a bit of blue liquid into the mix, and started shaking. She watched the liquids combine, becoming a pale pink, almost white, colour. It was a rather interesting effect, she had to admit. She was also quite proud of herself for creating a cocktail like that."I'm sure, even if someone misses you, no one will miss you enough." She added, watching the drink turn a deep pink. It was almost like a rose in the process. It was beautiful, and she was rather proud of it. She'd come up with the recipe years ago, and was only now getting the chance to test it."You were the biggest bitch in school, always treading on everyone else, but goddamn you were always drop dead gorgeous." She added, the liquid changing to a darker red, almost wine coloured. That was when she stopped the shaking, and pulled the container away from the mixer, pouring the cocktail into the glass she'd brought back to the bar. With that in hand, she smirked before heading back to where she'd left Rose, where she'd left her toy.

As she neared, she noticed that not even her best friend, Esper, was paying her any heed. Instead, the blue haired model was off being serviced by a couple of others that were in the bar, a couple of others who had their own libidos affected by Amy's drinks. It was something that Amy prided herself on. Her bar was a den of sin, really. Anyone who stepped in there would find themselves aroused from the fog in the air, they would find themselves unable to think after having a couple of drinks. They would turn completely, purely, and utterly, primal if she didn't do anything about it.As she returned to Rose, she found her in the exact position that she'd left her. The white haired woman hadn't moved, at all, and that was exactly what Rose had wanted to see. She stepped up to her, her knee spreading Rose's knees apart - which net nothing more than a soft moan - before resting her knee on the chair, right up against Rose. She leaned in, putting the glass to Rose's lips."Drink this, Rose." Amy cooed, her free hand going back to playing with one of her breasts."I made it special for you." She added, and Rose was more than willing to take the drink. Her lips parted, and she wrapped them around the rim of the glass, drinking deeply. Amy's hands continued to tease her breasts, her nipples, and the more she drank, the more she found her body heating up, the more her mind going blank, the more she lost herself, and the more her thoughts scattered, became jumbled, until she couldn't make sense of them, even if she tried."That's it, baby, drink it all." Sure enough, Rose did. Amy didn't even have to try and get her to, it was unbelievably easy. Rose was in a highly suggestible state, and that wasn't anything too surprising. However, the degree of which was... not that Amy was about to complain."You've always been too smart, you know." She then said, setting the now empty glass down on the table, the hand that was holding it finding Rose's other breast."Wha--?" Rose managed to asked, not sure what it was that Amy had said, not entirely. She didn't know what Amy had meant by that.

"I mean that you, in highschool, were such a bitch because you were a straight A student, and captain of the cheerleading squad." Amy stated, her fingers pulling and twisting Rose's nipples, causing the white haired woman to moan."You never gave a single person a real chance, but you rode everyone you could"Rose didn't know how to react to that, didn't know what to say. All that came out was a soft moan as her head fell back. Her eyes were closing, her breath coming out in shallow gasps, her heart hammering in her chest."But now, you're all mine." Amy promised. "Now, I will ride you like you rode the boys in school. I will ride your brain right out of you so that you don't have that to hold above anyone else ever again. You're going to be a brainless slut that I personally own, by the end of this." Rose couldn't argue it, hell.. that notion sounded amazing to her. She couldn't explain why, but the moan that escaped her lips certainly helped to paint that point as true."And first, I'm destroying your reputation." Amy promised as she stopped playing with Rose's breasts. She stepped back from her a couple of paces."Rose, play with yourself, masturbate as if no one is watching, as if you're alone, as if your brain knows nothing more than how badly want need to get off. You can't thought, not until I say come."Rose didn't need to be told twice, one hand finding a breast, the other finding her clit, as her hips started rocking against her fingers, the pleasure building inside her as she moaned out, her thoughts completely jumbled, not even understanding what was going on. The only thing that was on her mind was that she needed to cum, that she wanted, needed, release. While she was pleasuring herself, Amy just smirked before clapping her hands thrice. The lights changed, became brighter, but also had a subtle flashy wave pattern. It caused everyone to look at her.

"Look at this! Rose Williams, the most popular girl in highschool! Look how far she's come!" Immediately, as soon as the word 'come' was out of her mouth, Rose was sent over the edge, screaming out her orgasm. Everyone was staring at her, watching her, seeing her cum, but her thoughts weren't on that. She wasn't aware enough to care about that, either. She just knew that her orgasm had come, and it had come hard, and fast."I think the only thing you're good for is a good fuck." Amy commented, and everyone nodded, laughing, jeering, making all sorts of comments. Amy would make sure that this would be a night for Rose to remember. It would make her come running back to her in the future, and she knew that, she'd planned it. She'd been working towards it since she'd graduated, and had gotten her hands on a very potent, very powerful, potion that allowed her to do some truly incredible things, including mess with memories, and create new ones. She'd been using it on a variety of people ever since she first came across it, with rousing success.As people were talking about Rose, she just stood there, enjoying the scene. Rose had been an absolute bitch, and a bit of a whore, in highschool. She'd made Amy's education absolute hell, but she had been - and still was - absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Amy had wanted her then, and was relishing how she could have her now, without question.Amy snapped her fingers, causing the fog to go back to a more drug like fog, before approaching the white haired woman again. She bent over her, grabbing the nipple that Rose herself wasn't playing with, tweaking and pulling on it, while her other hand grabbed Rose's and moved it from her clit, back to her breast, so that she was playing with both her tits."Look at the slut! Look at the fucking mess she made in my bar!" Amy announced, causing everyone to laugh. They were all so easily suggestible, it was almost too easy. Rose was in a completely different world, though, one where Amy's words didn't register, at least not on a conscious level. Not anymore.

"Rose, I've got a gift for you, and everyone else here will see it, too." Amy cooed, her voice quiet, but loud enough that everyone else would be able to hear."Your breasts are going to get bigger. Much, much bigger." She promised. "How big do you want them?" Amy asked, looking directly into her eyes."I... I..." Rose stammered, not entirely sure what was going on, why her mind was so fuzzy, but that was okay. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, and had no idea what to do, what to think. "N.. no. I .. I li.. like..." She managed to get out, even though she had no idea how she had. She didn't even entirely know what she'd been trying to say. Amy just laughed though.Amy knew exactly what Rose was trying to say, as this wasn't the first time. They'd had plenty of conversations regarding the size of Rose's breasts, since Rose didn't seem to remember her from school. They'd spoken candidly, and Rose had admitted that she wanted her breasts to be smaller, down to an A cup. Amy, meanwhile, completely disagreed."How smart are you, Rose?" She asked. "What's your IQ?" followed for clarification a second later."1.... 139." Rose managed to pant out as she continued to work herself over, the chair she was on slick with her juices. Amy knew the answer, it was listed in her yearbook, which she'd pulled out a week prior, but she wanted to make sure that the number was correct."That's a bit too smart, for me." Amy commented. "We'll need to fix that. We'll have to dumb you down a bit." Amy said, and the moment those words were out of her mouth, the moment her brain heard 'dumb', it was as if her thoughts went blank. Her intelligence was still there, but any ideas, thoughts, capacities, that she had brewing and bubbling at that moment were gone. For now, at least, they'd return and Amy knew that."The bigger your tits get, the dumber you get. Got it, Rose?" Amy asked, and Rose, her mind completely and utterly blank, nodded her head, eagerly, as a new orgasm started to build. She was so close, her eyes locked on Amy's. "Every orgasm takes them up two cups, that's two cups of intel you lose."

Rose, her eyes wide, her body tensing, nodded. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on, she wasn't sure why she felt the way that she did. All that she knew was that the pleasure was growing, and growing fast. It didn't take long for her to get her second orgasm of the night, and it hit her hard. Amy's hand on her nipple had pushed her over the edge, the pleasure had become too much for her to take. It had been loud, and almost as if there was a jolt of electricity through her. She cried out, her body going tense, her head thrown back as she orgasmed hard."Dumb bitch." Amy whispered in her ear, as the fog in the room grew thicker, the lights flashed quicker. Amy had set it up so that everyone would be so fucked up on the drugs in the fog, and in the drinks, that they wouldn't be able to do anything other than fuck whatever, or whoever, was nearby them. They would forget about the entire scene in the morning, as well.Rose, meanwhile, was panting, her body shaking, as she sat there, her breasts slowly, and steadily, swelling."How big do you want them, slut?" Amy asked, and Rose just shook her head, as if she had no idea. Her mind was a complete mess. It was as if the only thing that existed in her mind was the pleasure, the fact that she'd just had an orgasm, and how badly she needed another."They're getting bigger, and bigger, and they're making you dumber and dumber, but you love that. You hate being smart. You want to be a dumb bimbo bitch that is nothing more than a living, breathing, fucktoy for me and everyone else who visits. Don't you, Rose?""Y.. ye.." Rose was barely able to speak. "Y.. Yes!""Good girl." Amy cooed, petting Rose's cheek. The white haired woman, meanwhile, was losing herself. She didn't know what was going on, not entirely. All she knew was that her breasts were growing, and every time she orgasmed, they would grow more. Her understanding of the world around her faded a little bit more the larger they grew, as well. By the time her breasts had reached an F cup, she couldn't think. By the time they were H's, she was nothing more than a toy, a doll, a fucktoy, for Amy, and anyone else that Amy allowed to use her."Good girl, Rose." Amy praised, her hands playing with her new fucktoy."You were a bitch in highschool, Rose, but now you're my bitch."

She couldn't answer the question, just stared blankly forward as she was asked... whatever it was that she had been asked. There wasn't anything that she could think, or even conceive for the moment. Her mind was empty, her body hot and ready. She was there to be used, and had been for the past few days. Time blurred together, and she had no concept of what it was by this point."This won't last forever." The woman who had done this to her said with a laugh. "But it was fun while it lasted." Followed. She approached the indigo haired woman who was bent forward, her ass in the air as she was on her knees on the floor. She grabbed the woman's hair, pulling her head up to a more natural level, something that the woman let happen without complaint or resistance."You'll be back for more of this next month." She promised, seeing the absolutely empty face that the dollified woman had."And next time, I'm going to try something new." Followed. "Do make sure to not miss our date." With that, she let her head drop to the floor again, before just leaving the house, leaving her to fend for herself.

She woke with a moan, but didn't entirely know why. Her mind was whirling with too many thoughts to even realise there were any. Or maybe there were so few that it was tricking her into believing there were plenty? She didn't know, and couldn't make sense of it, for the moment either. She laid where she was, her breaths laboured as some sweat clung to her skin, soaking the sheets around her. That wasn't the only thing soaking the sheets, either, but she didn't notice that."What the fuck..." She wondered, trying to piece together what that dream was, what it was that had caused such a reaction from her. Sure, it wasn't anything entirely unknown or new, but it was still odd. This was a newish development, having started a couple of months back. She'd wake up once or twice a week like this, and could never figure out why. The cause eluded her, but with every instance, she found herself caring less, and less, about finding it.Absently, she reached around for her phone, finding it on the bed beside her, between her pillows. Normally, that would have been confusing, but by that point she didn't care. Again, it was happening more and more. Most times she woke like this, she'd apparently passed out while on her phone. That was, admittedly, part of what she thought might be the problem, as she'd taken to reading some very spicy content to whisk her off to dreamland.Her hand finally found it, and she pulled it back toward her, bringing up her messages. There were a lot of missed calls, and a few unread ones. She stared at the notifications, her brain not quite catching up to the fact that there were people who had tried to contact her for close to three minutes before she shook her head, violently, as she sat up. She looked to her phone again, her green eyes noticed that she was sitting on an odd webpage. It was just a black screen, but had a little bit of flickering text in the middle.I hope that was fun. Come by soon for more.

She didn't know what it was that she'd come across, but nothing she did was doing anything. She'd refreshed the page, tapped everywhere to try and open a link.... nothing did anything. It was all just ... nothing. With a sigh, and a shake fo her head, she just chalked it up to there having been a livestream of some sort that she'd been watching when she'd passed out for the ... She paused and looked at the time in the corner of her phone with a groan.She'd only had about two hours of sleep and had work in a few hours."Great." She muttered, getting to her feet. She knew she'd have to power through the day, and could crash to get some sleep once home again later. Or at least, she hoped she'd be able to.She didn't want to think about the fact that this was starting to happen more and more often.It was, admittedly, not something that she'd thought about until it happened. She had, in the past, found herself nodding off when she was doing something. However, she had never, not even once, woken up in a sweat with a moan in the middle of the night, nor did she have the kind of dreams that caused her to wake up. It was odd, but also not entirely unpleasant. It was like a strange itch that she couldn't quite scratch, or a lingering tickle that refused to leave her body.With a shake of her head, she tossed her phone down, before going to the bathroom to freshen up so that she could get on with her day. All the while though, whatever it was that she'd been dreaming was in the back of her mind, staying there, nestled in between some thoughts and natural reactions of hers. It was nigh on undetectable.

Days passed, and she found herself stepping into a bar. It was lively, smelled like candy, and was bustling with life. To say that she was thrilled to be in a space with such life was absolutely something that she couldn't deny. It was somewhere new, somewhere she'd never been, but had been on the way home while she was stressed. So, why not stop by and give it a shot? As she stepped inside though, as she got a good whiff of the aroma of the place, and as the fog rolled around her, she froze a second. Something about her seemed to change, even if she couldn't pick up on it.She made her way to the bar, knowing exactly what she wanted. She couldn't explain it, explain how she'd known that as she'd never been to that establishment before, and she certainly knew nothing about it, but she did know it."Hey there, Sugar~" A silkenly smooth voiced woman greeted, causing the patron's brain to freeze for a fraction of a second. "What can I get for ya?" She asked."Oh, uh. I hard you guys do a free drink on people's birthdays. is that true?" The patron asked, causing the bartender to nod."Yep. We do. I just need verification that it's your birthday." she said, causing the indigo haired lady to shake her head, almost as if jolted out of a reverie of sorts."Oh! yeah, of course." The woman said as she dug her wallet out of her pocket, and her identification out of her wallet. She showed the bartender, who just chuckled."Perfect. I'll get that going for ya. If you walk off, who am I saying it's for?" She then asked."Ah, Stacy." was the reply.

"Perfect. I'll be back with your drink soon, Stacy." The bartender said before heading off, her black hair cascading down her back, looking like the void and drawing in Stacy's gaze far better than one could expect. As the bartender walked away, and through a door in the back, Stacy's gaze traveled to her rather shapely backside. It caused a bud of heat to sproud in her core, and caused her breath to hitch ever so slightly. She couldn't explain it, as she knew she was straight. This was... odd, but Stacy was absolutely not about to complain about seeing that bartenders backside held fast and tight in that leather. Those pants hugged the woman's curves just perfectly. As she vanished from sight though, Stacy just shook her head before looking around, almost confused for a moment."Wait.. what?" she wondered, before noticing the slight fog in the room. It settled to the floor, mostly, and was a beautifully effective diffuser for the lights that were spread out beneath it. Stacy couldn't deny that it gave the room a far more inticing, and inviting, feel. It felt comfortable, which she suspected was the intention. She wanted to stay there and hang around, wanting to enjoy the atmosphere in there. It felt ... almost like it could be somewhere she'd frequent.Maybe.She didn't notice the bartender returning until she felt a tap on her arm. Stacy paused, looking over to the woman."Here you are." she said once Stacy had looked over to her. Stacy's gaze travelled from her face, to her shoulders, pausing at her lips, before travelling down to the drink - but pausing at her readily visible cleavage for longer than she was comfortable to admit. Her gaze, finally, reached the drink. It was within a crystal-clear glass that seemed to capture the very essence of the cosmos. The elixir within swirled like liquid midnight, its otherworldly glow casting a mesmerizing spell on the dimly lit surroundings.

As the seeker gazed into the depths of the elixir, tiny lights flickered within—an astral dance that seemed to echo the distant whispers of forgotten constellations. The aroma, an intoxicating blend of celestial nectar and elusive stardust, permeated the air, promising an experience beyond the ordinary. She didn't even realise that she'd reached toward it, and picked it up. Didn't realise what she'd brought it up to her lips, nor did she realise she took a taste. All she knew, was that it was amazing. It's falvour was a velvety concoction of moonlit berries and elusive orchids, unfolded on the palate like a cosmic symphony. Sweet ambrosia, tingling stardust, and the essence of dreams mingled in a dance that transcended the boundaries of reality."I.... Holy shit." was all Stacy was able to get out after a moment or two. She couldn't take her eyes off of the drink for the moment, at least until she heard the bartender's voice again."On the house, by the way." she added. Stacy paused, looking up to her slowly."I ... wait. what? Why? This looks like it'd be expensive." the indigo haired lady said, looking to the drink again."Oh, it is, but everyone gets one free for their birthday. Consider it a kind of promotion, I suppose." The bartender assured her with a light laugh. "Not like I'm losing much money, really. I make more than enough on my beer sales." Stacy paused a moment before laughing."I don't doubt that!" Was her response. "And... well... thank you." She added, taking the drink in hand."Now go, enjoy the night and the atmosphere in here." The bartender said before looking over to someone else who had called for her attention. Stacy nodded, waved, and headed off into the people, intending to enjoy the night... and her free drink.

It didn't take long, only about fifteen minutes, before she'd found her way to a wall, and a small table that was over there. She took a seat, her attention solely on the energy that was held within that room. Stacy felt like she could find something new, constantly, at any point in time, even if she was there for a year. It was something that she found rather surprising, but she appreciated it, absolutely.She paused as she caught sight of a couple in the distance, against a wall a few feet away from her. She couldn't look away, watching as one of them had the other pressed against the wall, their hand in their pants as the other was just enjoying the moment, and their partners hand. It was something that caught her by surprise, and she knew that she likely should have reported it... but she couldn't move, and couldn't look away.While watching that pair, she took an absent drink of what she'd been given, barely even registering it. The pair she was watching had her attention almost entirely, and fully. She watched as the one against the wall, started to return the energy, their own hands finding their partner's top, pushing it up and revealing their bra. That bra was quickly undone, falling away from the body and hitting the floor. Stacy didn't even realise that it was a strapless bra, was too enthralled in watching the pair, unaware of how much of the 'birthday drink', she was actually drinking, and unaware of what her own hands were doing.As the sub, as that was the only thing that Stacy could think of to describe them, reached up and had their hands grasp the modest C cup breasts before starting to massage and fondle them and the nipples, the bartender just smirked. She leaned forward, her elbows atop the bar, her breasts looking ready to pop out of the top of her top. Seeing Stacy watching such a display while drinking that was absolutely a good thing. This was something that she was going to enjoy. As she watched Stacy's own hand find where her own legs met, she just laughed lightly.Stacy, meanwhile, was oblivious to the bartender watching her, was focused on the couple she could see. By the time she'd finished her drink, it was all she could see. There was nothing else in her world by that point, her hands working her own body over. She hadn't noticed that she'd lost her top already, hadn't realised that her own bra was lying on the floor some distance away. She also did not hear the footsteps from the bartender approaching, or even feel the hand that had landed on her shoulder.

"Enjoying the show?" The bartender asked, her voice right beside her ear."Mmm." was Stacy's response. The bartender smiled, before looking at the empty glass."Oh, come now, Sugar. Don't tell me you've had enough. Shall I go make you another?" Stacy found her brain latching onto the woman's words, her voice, her... everything. She forgot about the couple she'd been watching, but her own hands didn't stop."I..." Stacy started, barely even able to get that out. Her thoughts were slow, haggard. She could barely even comprehend that she was alive, if she were to try and explain it. She just... was. Alive, dead, she didn't know, and had no concept of either."What do you want, Stacy?" The woman asked, her black hair falling around her gracefully, delicately. Stacy just stared at her, barely able to understand the inquiry. The bartender just laughed. "Do you want to be a fuckdoll? Do you want to leave here? Or do you want to tell me what the quadratic equation is? Maybe you want to give me all your pins, passwords, and money?" She continued. Stacy just stared at her, confused."I... what?" She asked. "What... what'd you..." Followed, she couldn't get anything more than that out, couldn't fathom anything beyond that. The bartender just shook her head, chuckling."Of course you don't know." She said simply, leaning foward so that her face was mere inches away from Stacy's, a finger beneath the confused woman's chin to foce her to look at her. Not that she had to put much effort into the 'force' element of that. Stacy was very easy to physically manipulate the position of at this point."How do you feel?" She asked. "Good, I'm guessing. Amazing would likely be more accurate." She added after a moment or two, laughing lightly. She could see how absolutely gone that Stacy was, how effective that drink had been.

"How about you take yourself right to the edge, and half off of it. But don't fall." She then said, releasing Stacy's face before stepping back. "You'd like that, right?" Stacy just moaned slightly in response, her breath hitching."Wonderful." The bartender said. "We're going to have fun tonight, Stacy. I promise you that." With that, the woman turned away, leaving the indigo haired woman staring after her, unable to do anything about it."But I..." Stacy started, but had no idea what she was about to say, what the thought was that had crossed her mind momentarily. It was gone before it was fully there, before she could even properly perceive that she'd had a thought. All she knew, was that her body felt hot and needy, and that her libido was all encompasing, and her brain was literally incapable of understanding anything else. She didn't know how long she'd been there, how long it was that she had been trying to push herself over that edge that she could feel herself teetering on before a drink was set in front of her."I call it 'The Witch's Tit'." the bartender said with a light laugh. Stacy's gaze drifted to the drink she'd set down, but it took far longer for it to focus on the item. Served in a chalice carved from the gnarled wood of an ancient tree, the elixir is a concoction of otherworldly hues. A blend of midnight blue and emerald green, it swirls with an iridescence that mirrors the glow of moonlit fog. Wisps of enchanting mist rise from the elixir, carrying with them the heady scent of rare herbs. Stacy couldn't look away, continued to watch the iridescence dance in the low light of the club, the fog that was settling around everything and everyone blending in perfectly with the mist that was coming from the drink. Stacy's hands stopped, her mind and body focused entirely on that drink she'd been given.

"Go on, try it." The bartender said, her voice inviting, extremely. Stacy was silent as she did as she was told, reached out and grasped the chalice, bringing it up to her lips, but barely tasted it. She picked up on hints of lemon, along with some mint, but... that was it. She just didn't taste it, and she didn't feel any different either. As she finished the drink and set it back down, she was silent, just sitting there. She didn't move, didn't say anything."Stand up." The bartender said as she stepped back a pace or two. Stacy did as she was told, rising to her feet, albeit a little unsteadily. Once on her feet, she was stationary, not moving, not doing anything more."Jesse!" She called to someone that was in the crowd, causing someone to come over they were a young man, probably a college student."Yes, Amy?" He asked. The raven haired woman, Amy, looked over with a smirk."Stacy here needs some help. How about you enjoy her tits." It wasn't a question, it was an order, one she knew that Jesse wouldn't be able to resist. Jesse, of course, stepped up to Stacy, and behind her, his arms wrapping around her torso and finding her breasts with ease."They'll grow while they're played with. Keep going until each tit is about the width of her torso." Amy said. "Then, and only then, can you put your dick to work with her." Jesse, obediently, kept working Stacy's breasts, his mouth finding her neck and carressing it with both his lips and his teeth while he worked her breasts over. Amy just watched, laughing internally at the scene. Jesse had been a little theif that had tried to rob her a few times. She didn't take kindly to that, and decided to use him instead. Now he could claim employment, and she could keep his pretty little head employed. It was a win-win situation, she felt, and he certainly wasn't complaining. The fog made it hard to complain about anything, and that was by design. Anyone who went into the establishment, was there for Amy to play with.

"Stacy," She then said, looking to the indigo haired woman. Stacy looked listlessly back at her, "is no longer your name. You will not respond to it, you will not hear it." She continued. "Instead, you will only respond to 'Doll'. That is your name, now." Stacy nodded in acknowledgement."And every time you hear your name, your body feels stiffer, harder to move on your own. The harder it is the move, the more you need others to move you." Amy then said, smirking slightly. "You will move fluidly whenever someone else moves you, but you will not move well on your own, if at all. Isn't that right, Doll." It was almost immediate, Stacy... Doll, felt herself stiffening ever so slightly."Move her as you wish, Jesse. Do make sure she knows her name." Amy then said before walking off, letting the two get to know each other. She knew that Jesse would handle this well, it was absolutely not the first time that he'd been involved in breaking someone, after all. He was also extremely effective, which did surprise her initially, but she appreciated it, she absolutely appreciated it, and she made sure he was aware.Doll, meanwhile, couldn't get anything other than noises of pleasure out. The more that Jesse continued to play with her breasts, he noticed that they were, in fact, growing. More and more, they grew, and Jesse didn't let up. As they kept growing, they became much easier for Jesse to enjoy. He always enjoyed a large cup size, and that was something that Amy was extremely well aware of."How many times have you been here, Doll?" Jesse asked after a minute or two, his voice curiosu. Doll felt her joints stiffen a bit more, but could still answer."I ... I don't..." She started. Jesse shook his head."No no. Give me a number. What number is this visit?" He asked, tweaking her nipples pretty hard, causing a shudder to course through her entire body, and a gasp to escape her lips. That breath was quickly followed by a moan, as well.

"Seventeen." Doll answered, without thinking. She didn't know how she knew that, didn't know she'd been there before, at least not consciously. Jesse just grinned."Ohhh, so you are absolutely prime for the picking." He stated. "And your tits are getting nice and big." He added as he stopped working them over. He removed his hands, before making his way around her, looking her from head to toe, his gaze resting on her breasts. They had grown up to an H cup by that point."So, Doll, you need to learn your place." He then said, a cocky tone to his voice as he looked to her face, her vacant face that showed nothing more than the arousal that he knew was coursing through every piece of her."Strip completely, before you're too stiff and frozen to move." He then said, figuring that it'd be good to get that out of the way first, before anything else. Obediently, Doll did as she was told, losing the fabric that was on her skin, dropping it all to the floor, left to be forgotten. Jesse just grinned, stepping up close to her. He stood a few inches taller, almost half a foot, and hooked a finger under her chin to angle her face up to his, her indigo hair falling back a bit, her normally very lively green eyes seeming far more flat, devoid of much life."Doll." He then said, and he felt her posture stiffen a touch more. He didn't know how much more she could take before she couldn't move, but he didn't care. He grabbed the back of her neck, wanting to test something, before pushing it down, and forward. Her feet and legs stayed put, and she bent at the hip. He then released his grip and stepped back... she didn't move. Jesse just straightened her up, whispering her 'name' several dozen times in her ear as he stepped up behind her, reaching around her torso. His hands found her breasts, and resumed playing with them as he continued to whisper her name. He could feel her joints, her posture, stiffening more, and more, and more, as well. He wanted her, he absolutely wanted her, but Amy's order held fast.

Neither had any concept of time, but at some point, Jesse had her lie on a table, with him straddling her waist, her tits far too large to put into words. He loved it though. Too big was not a concept that existed to him. He climbed off of her, pulling her down the table so her ass was off of the surface, before grabbing his member. They had reached the size that Amy had dictated, and that was good enough. Now he had to shove himself within her, and had every intention of enjoying this."You're a Doll, and you're as tight as one." He stated as his dick slid into her opening, feeling how slick and warm it was. He also felt the walls within close in on him, and he felt his rod pulse as he started to thrust, building himself up. He couldn't tell how long this went on for, all he knew was that his orgasm came hard and fast, and that he absolutely loved it. The fact that she was so tight, and that her pussy milked him, was an absolute delight, and he absolutely loved it, couldn't live without it. He'd been told, several times, that the best thing about this place was the women. He agreed, wholeheartedly, and that was what he loved.When he was done, he let her stay on the table for a bit, her body stiff and unmoving. Jesse just looked her over, enjoying everything he could see."You're such a good fuckdoll." He then said, and was about to go again when he felt a hand on his shoulder."Stop." He heard. He knew that voice, it was Amy."Go clean up." She ordered. Without question or hesitation, Jesse did exactly that, walked off to go and clean himself up. Doll, meanwhile, stayed where she'd been put, where she had been left. Amy made her way up to Doll's head, smirking.

"You will be a wonderful feature." She told the doll-like woman before removing a wristband she had on. She attached it to Doll's left wrist, causing a flash of mana around the woman."And now once the drugs fade, you will not." She stated. "You've been here so many times. It's high time that you stay." Followed as she grabbed her hair, pulling Doll to her feet. She moved easily, as Amy had said she would, before shoving her into the crowd."Have fun, you lot! She's here to be used!" She called to the others. Immediately, all eyes were on the woman who landed on the floor, face down and ass up."Anything goes. Just do NOT disfigure or kill her. If you do, you will sustain the same damage." Amy then said, her voice a warning, mere moments before the hungry, lustful, people of the club closed in, surrounding Doll's stiff, doll like, form.The indigo haired woman had been once known as Stacy. She'd been a model, and quite a prolific one, even at the age of 39. She still had a face and body that looked to be in her early, maybe mid, 20's. She'd been living on her own for years, and enjoying her life.And then she stumbled upon a new bar. She checked it out the first time on her birthday, and had continued to come back every year. Or at least, what she believed was every year. But that was how Amy liked it. She wanted her subjects to keep returning until they were ready to be collected, permanently.Just as Stacy now was.

She was silent as she looked to the one there, wondering what the hell it was that they were talking about. She didn't know them, didn't have any idea who they were or why they were speaking with her, but also found herself not caring to find out. She was there, she was enjoying the ambience there, and she wanted this lowlife to leave her alone. Although with how lively the bar was, she wasn't too surprised someone was deciding to try and hit on her. Granted, she wasn't entirely against it, and would likely end up hitting on someone else at some point throughout the night she was there as well.Well, assuming she didn't get absolutely blasted from the amount she was drinking, and there was enough going into her system by her own choice that she was sure that it wouldn't take long before she couldn't even stand without falling over. Then again, that was her intention. She wanted to get blasted, she wanted to drink, the night away, and wanted for forget about her day and the news that had just been dropped on her.The man had finally decided to walk away, leaving her alone for now. It was just as well, she was more interested in drinking the rest of her night away, alone for the moment before probably going and getting involved in the energy of the clientele of the bar. She had no doubt that she would have been approached by someone else soon enough, someone that she could have at least been somewhat interested in. Then again, her focus was more on trying to get as drunk as possible than thinking about being bothered by random men.

Besides, she was already in a bit of a mood and wasn't planning on letting anyone have any sort of fun with her that night, so long as she was anything akin to sober, just like her fiancee 'had been' when she'd found her with her younger sister. It wasn't something she had enjoyed finding out, not at all, but it had also been a shock to her to realize just what exactly her fiancee had been up to when she hadn't been around. It had been even worse to learn that it hadn't been the first time her younger sister had been caught up in the woman's machinations.Then again, she couldn't be completely mad. While it had been a shock to her to learn of what was going on, at the same time it was obvious that her fiancee had been up to her own brand of crazy, and honestly? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to be out of that mess. There had been too many instances of almost-sexual-assault that her fiancee had gotten herself into, and she'd had to clean up as a result. To be free of that hell? She couldn't deny the relief, even with the pain. She had loved the woman, intensely, but deep down had realised that things wouldn't work out. No matter how hard she tried, as she kept sleeping around.However, she overlooked it, every time, because she loved the woman. Random women from bars? She could deal with that - hell, she'd gotten involved a few times and they'd had fun with it... but her own sister. Her younger sister, at that, who was barely even nineteen, had been a frequent lay for her fiancee. It disgusted her, if she were being honest."She was my sister, dammit." She growled before finishing off her drink, and debating getting up for another. As she rose to her feet though, she had to grab hold of the table, lest she met the floor in an unpleasant manner. She really didn't want to break the backup glasses she was wearing, as she'd already broken her main pair earlier when she'd ended up in a literal fist fight with her ex-fiancee. She hadn't won, but it had been a good fight, if she had to admit it, as she'd ended up throwing the other woman off balance, and had been able to land a few hits on her, almost surprising both of them. She'd been able to retaliate, and now she had a few bruises - including a pretty strong black eye - adorning her marble skin, but she'd ended up in worse shape than her ex, but that wasn't surprising. She'd learned how to fight from her.

"Dammit, Sonia." She growled, resisting the urge to punch something nearby as she managed to make her way to the bar, glass in hand."You ok?" The bartender, a lovely fair skinned woman with amazingly golden eyes asked as she cleaned a glass. The woman rolled her eyes."Just give me the hardest shit you have. I have a night to forget." Was her answer. "A night, day, week... the past six fucking years, even." She added, her voice bitter. The bartender just laughed."Don't worry, doll. I gotchu." She said as she made her way over to some of the alcohol up on the shelves behind her, grabbing some and bringing it over."What's got you so down?" She then asked, working to make a drink for the woman. "Found my now ex fiancee with my younger sister." She answered. "In bed. With my sisters boyfriend." She added, sounding despondent, and pissed. All sorts of emotions were there, and extremely apparent. The bartender just smiled softly, almost imperceptibly."Wow. That's.... " She started, shaking her head. "Well, doll, what's your name? I get the feeling I'll see you a lot tonight, and I can make sure that you've somewhere safe to stay once you're too wasted to get out the door." She added. The woman there paused, looking to her, her golden eyes catching her attention amazingly well, before she shook her head."Uh... Penny." Was her answer. "What about you? If I'm going to staying under your care overnight, I probably would be safer knowing who you are." She added, not sure why she was agreeing to that offer, but also not finding herself caring too terribly much at this point. She just wanted to get absolutely hammered, and she had no doubt the bartender would let her, after what she'd told her.

"Amy." She replied, nodding slightly. "I'll make sure you have a safe place to stay tonight." She promised, her voice kind, friendly... inviting. Extremely inviting, at that. Penny couldn't help but believe what the woman was telling her. She didn't know Amy, at all, but .... well, she was trusting her. Had to be trustworthy, right? she owned a bar, a very popular bar, that had been in good standing and such for years. That had to count for something, didn't it? Even if it didn't, overall, Penny found herself taking solace in that notion for the moment. It helped her trust Amy."Thanks, Amy." She replied, smiling ever so slightly. "I don't know why, but ... I really need to forget tonight.""I hear ya. And I'm here to help." Amy promised. "Don't worry about it, you will forget about the night, and you won't end up in the hospital. You have my word. The last thing I want is people to come in here and deal with alcohol poisoning as a result." She commented with a light shake of her head as she set the drink she'd made up for Penny on the bar in front of the woman."Enjoy. It's the hardest thing on the menu." She told the woman. Penny looked to the drink before shrugging."Good enough for me." She said, grabbing it and downing it in one go, without hesitating. Amy just laughed, having not entirely expected that, but she wasn't surprised either. It seemed she really needed a night off from life, and she could absolutely deliver that. She knew she could, even if Penny didn't know that, yet."Whoa..." Penny said, grabbing the bar tightly as the world attempted to throw her off of it.

"Careful, you might want to sit down for a bit. That'll pass as your body actually absorbs the drink." Amy said with a kind tone, a welcoming tone. Penny just did as she was told, even though it hadn't been anything more than a suggestion, without hesitation. She didn't want to risk anymore pain."How'd you get that shiner?" Amy asked after a moment or two. Penny paused a moment, not entirely sure what the question actually was for a few seconds."Oh... Sonia." Was Penny's answer. "We got into a fight in the most literal of senses. She knocked me kinda senseless." She added. Amy paused a moment, looking to her with a concerned expression."Should you really be here, and not at a hospital instead?" Amy asked. Penny just shook her head, her blonde hair coming loose from the bun atop her head a bit more."I went to the ER earlier to make sure I didn't have a concussion. Nothing they can do, was told to just take it easy." she answered with a sigh. "Not fun, but makes this night more ... fuckin' it'll make it more impactful, I guess. Or whatever." She added. Amy just chuckled lightly, barely."Well... honestly? I'd feel better if you signed something saying that you're ok with drinking, despite how you probably shouldn't be." Amy admitted. Penny just waved a hand."Whatever. At this point, I'd sign my soul away for a night of bliss." The blonde said without a thought. Amy just grinned.

"Look, I'm going to make you a very special drink. It comes with a waiver absolving me and this bar from any ill effects, because it's... kind of nasty." Amy told her. "You will absolutely have the night of your life, but .... well, I gotta cover my bases." Penny nodded."Yeah, sure. mix it up and lemme sign it. " Penny said, frustration in her voice, along with despondence. Amy could absolutely hear the stress that she was dealing with in her voice, even with her already well on her way to being drunk. The alcohol, along with the atmosphere, was absolutely helping her open up - even if Penny wasn't entirely aware of it.Amy nodded before heading off to do just that, wondering how this would affect Penny. The woman was injured, and she hadn't tried it with someone who wasn't at the top of their game like this yet, and while she was curious as to what would happen she was also rather uneasy about it. Usually people that she treated like this were in a less than stellar mental state, usually just stressed to hell and back, which made them extremely easy targets. Sure, Penny was, but .. the physical trauma she'd sustained, Amy wasn't sure if the magic in the drink would interact with that at all.While she was in the back debating that, Penny was approached by a white haired beauty."Hey there Sugar!" The beauty greeted as she sidled up to Penny, getting so close that Penny's personal space was absolutely invaded. Penny just glanced over to her."Not interested." Was her response before she could even process that a woman was hitting on her, or at least it seemed like she was.

"Oh, that's a shame, love." The woman said with a sad voice, sounding completely genuine, as her voice dropped low, almost to a purr, and she leaned in close, her lips ghosting against Penny's ear as she spoke. "I was hoping you'd be the one.""The one ... what?" Penny asked, feeling like her brain was lagging a bit. It wasn't anything unexpected, and she knew it was just because of the alcohol that she'd imbibed by that point, but it was still notable."Why, to come with me. I'd love to show you a good time." The woman told her, her voice smooth as honey. It was then that Penny noticed her eyes. They were a beautiful green, and she couldn't look away from them. She was caught in those gorgeous pools of emerald, so much so that she didn't notice the womans hands on her breasts at first. When she did finally notife, she shoved them away... however, it was a hesitant shove."Hey!" Penny exclaimed."Personal space, bitch." She half snapped. The woman just laughed."Just ask for Rose when you want me, then. I can see you aren't ready." Was all the drop dead gorgeous white haired woman said before walking off. Penny watched her tight ass as her form retreated, and vanished into the crowd."Wow, she was hot." She finally said as she turned back to the bar.

"And she's one of my employees. She's actually a bouncer, one who helps to maintain the amazing ambience and atmosphere in here." Amy said as she returned, a form in one hand, and a drink in the other. Amy set both down, but the form ahead of the drink, and withdrew a pen from her rather amply bosom, which she set atop the form."Sign here, and you can drink this." She said. Penny didn't even look at the form. She grabbed the pen and signed... somewhere.. on the page. The tall crystalline glass housed an almost ethereal looking drink. It seemed to glow and shine in an oddly satisfying and prismatic way that Penny couldn't look away from. The pink and blue hues that it had seemed to meld and blend together in perfect harmony.Amy took the page, and the pen, with a smirk before pushing the drink over toward Penny, who couldn't stop looking at it. She was entranced, it was amazing to look at, and she couldn't look away. It was beautiful, and the way that it moved was simply hypnotic."What the hell did you make me?" She asked before she could stop herself. Amy just laughed, her voice melodious, even when it was loud."You'll see. Try it and find out." Amy replied."You sure you want me to try it?" Penny asked, having a flash of the woman in her mind. Amy didn't hesitate.

"Absolutely. I know you want to try it." Was Amy's response. "You wouldn't have asked for it, otherwise." Penny paused, that was true, wasn't it? Amy had brought her something she'd requested... right? It sounded right, but she couldn't deny that at the same time... it didn't quite seem to fit."I mean, it looks good." She finally admitted, her voice soft and weak, almost. "But...." She started, and couldn't finish."Trust me, it'll be fine. Once you finish that, you'll find that you'll feel amazing." Amy promised, resting a hand atop Penny's. The blonde looked up at her sharply, but didn't say or do anything else, just locked eyes with Amy's and found herself feeling like she was falling into those golden pools for a fraction of a second before she shook her head."I... what?" Penny asked, confused for the moment."I brought you your drink, doll." Amy answered with a light laugh. "I know, the atmosphere, the life, in here can scatter brain cells, and you ain't entirely sober." Penny sighed here, realising that the woman was right."Yeah..." She agreed, accepting the drink and barely even paying it any heed as she took her first taste of it. Immediately, she was taken by the almost citrusy flavour, although that wouldn't be the best summation of the taste. It had a clear feeling, and as she swallowed it, feeling it trickle down her throat, she felt as if her brain was starting to go a little numb, hazy. As she took another drink, she felt like she was going to drop the glass, but somehow found she didn't. Instead, she managed to set it down, her movement steady, controlled. A numbness was spreading through her, originating from her core. She couldn't quite understand what was happening, and as she looked to her hands, her brain didn't quite process that it looked... normal. Nothing was wrong with it, however, everything looked a lot softer.

"Do you like it?" Amy asked, her voice lighter, airier, sounding than normal. Penny was slow to reply, but nodded."Yeah.. it's tasty." She answered after what she swore was only a couple of seconds, when it was actually a few minutes. Amy just chuckled."Drink up then, enjoy it. I promise you will feel amazing by the time you finish it, and you won't feel too hung over, either." Amy said, her voice soothing, soft, calming. "Trust me, it's nothing dangerous." Penny nodded."Okay." She agreed with a nod. "I dunno why, but I trust you." Amy just laughed lightly."You trust me because we've known each other since we were toddlers." Amy said, lying. It was a test, to see how well it was settling in, how well and truly suggestible Penny was getting to be."I ... wait, what?" Penny asked as she paused taking another drink. She looked to Amy, almost confused."We... we have?" followed. Amy nodded."Yep. Remember? I was always at your place because my mom worked too much and my dad was missing in action." She continued. Penny was silent, contemplating that as best she could. She didn't say anything as she took another drink as she thought, hard. ... or at least tried to.

".. I.. yeah... yeah that's true." Penny said, although there was some hesitance to her voice. It wasn't that she doubted her, but ... there was a part of her that just couldn't remember that. There was a small, lingering doubt. Amy frowned a bit at the delay. However, the bartender knew how to fix that. She just needed to drink more of that, which wasn't too surprising. Penny had barely had any of it thus far, after all. By the time it was entirely in her body, she knew that the blonde would be putty in her hands."Oh... I didn't realise I knew you, you're right." Penny said, her voice almost dreamy, soft and airy, like the woman's voice had been. She didn't feel anything was wrong, which was a plus."Good, good." Amy said, grinning and relaxing a bit. "I'm glad you're taking this well. You're such a good girl." She added, Penny shuddered at the words. Being called a good girl was something that in the past would have incited her anger, but now? Now it felt right, it felt proper. It felt like the right way for a girl like her to be addressed."Th.. thank you. I'm trying to be a good girl." Penny replied, her voice soft and gentle, and just as airy as Amy's. Amy just smiled."I know you are." Amy responded, running a hand lightly down Penny's cheek, "Prove to me you're a good girl. Go have fun, and don't forget your drink" She added, her voice as soft, as calming as ever, and it seemed to seep into Penny's very being. "Just be careful, and remember to stay hydrated." The blonde woman nodded. She grabbed the drink, rose to her feet, and walked away. Amy watched her for a bit, until the blonde was well and truly lost in the crowd, before turning back to her work.Penny walked through the bar, her steps even and steady, surprisingly so considering how much alcohol she'd had by that point. She was still drunk, but nowhere near as bad as she had been expecting to be. Her movements were even and sure, and she was sure of herself. She made her way through the crowd, smiling at a few people, and not hesitating in the least to dance with a few of the other patrons. She didn't even bat an eye as she felt someone's hands at her breasts. She wasn't even sure who was touching her, but she didn't care. The more that she was touched, the more she drank. The more she drank, and the better she felt. The better she felt, the more she wanted to be touched. It was a vicious cycle that seemed to have no end in sight.

As she danced, she didn't even think of what had happened between her and her fiancee, not even once. She didn't even recall that the woman who had betrayed her, Sonia, existed, as if it had never even happened. She didn't have a thought in that head of hers, her body was reacting purely on instinct, on need, on desire. Physical desire at that, and her body was demanding things that her brain didn't understand, even if she knew, on a subconscious level, what those things were. She didn't have a single clue about how she was supposed to feel, about what was going on, or what was happening. All she knew was that she was supposed to stay hydrated, which mean to keep drinking the drinks that Amy had brought to her, and that's exactly what she did.The more she drank, the slower she got, the heavier she felt, as if gravity was weighing her down. It was a feeling that she was growing fond of, even though she couldn't quite understand why. Her mind was swimming, even more than it had been when she was first approached by Amy, and when she had been drinking from her glass. The next thing she knew, and she didn't even know how much time had passed, she was up against a wall, her jeans were lost to the crowd, as was her thong, and she was being bounced against it as some man's dick was ramming in and out of her. Her pussy was practically molten hot, and every touch against her clit drove her higher, every moment that he was buried inside of her felt amazing, enough so that she hadn't been drinking those delectable concoctions that Amy had been ensuring to keep her in steady supply of. Her head was swimming, her body heavy, numb, yet her nerves were alight all at once. She couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel and take the cock that was pumping in and out of her, stretching her out and driving her mad with lust and pleasure. As he finished, his cum pumping into her, she felt like she was going to melt right there, her body was so relaxed, and her mind so foggy.

"What... what's happening to me?" Penny barely managed to get out, her words thick and slurred, as she was let down the wall until she was seated on the floor, leaning heavily on the wall. Her breathing was laboured, her body heavy, and her mind numb, yet she could feel each and every touch that came her way. There were hands all over her body, a mouth on her nipples, someone was sucking her clit, someone else was licking her lips, another person was licking her stomach, and someone was kissing her neck. The entire time, her head was spinning, and she couldn't think. She couldn't think about what was happening, about what had gone on. She knew what it was that was happening in the moment, but only in respect to what was happening to her, directly. She could feel the hands on her, feel the bodies against her, feel the mouths and tongues on her skin, and her own tongue. She could feel herself tasting and licking her own skin, and the skin of others. Every single atom that was touched was ignited, sending pleasure straight through every fibre of her being, and it was a feeling she couldn't comprehend.Amy was watching from her vantage point, from behind the bar. Her golden eyes watched over the blonde woman, and the others there, an almost sadistic smirk on her face as she watched the woman lose herself in the moment, in the sensation and the pleasure. She didn't blame her for losing herself, the drink and the ambience was doing its job perfectly well. If anything, it was a bit more potent than it was normally."Rose!" Amy called out to the white haired lady she saw nearby. The woman, Rose, made her way over obediently."Yes?" Rose asked. "What would you have of me, Mistress?" followed as Amy watched her unbound breasts bounce with her breaths.

"Go and give her this." Amy said, handing Rose another drink. "She could use some physical adjustment. Get rid of some of the extra weight... well, move it... and just plump her up in other areas." Amy told the woman, smirking. Rose nodded."Yes, mistress." Rose replied, her voice as airy and gentle as it had been when she'd approached Penny the first time, along with that sultry sexual air. The woman had a reputation, after all. Amy smiled as the white haired beauty made her way over to Penny. She was watching the scene, taking pride in what was happening. If she hadn't been cursed to never feel arousal, she would have absolutely been enjoying the scene before her eyes.As Amy watched, the drink that the woman had been given was emptied, and the woman had barely even noticed. She was so lost in the pleasure, that she didn't notice as her chest grew larger, her hips rounded out, and her legs filled out.As the crowd petered out, Penny felt as if her world was glitching out, and she was glitching out of existence. Whenever someone wasn't touching her, she felt as if she ceased to exist, her brain, her body, completely shut down. There was no longer a single thought in her mind, no memories, no anything. There was nothing but a black void, and her mind was floating aimlessly.It wasn't until her body was picked up, and a voice echoed in her head that her world was set right, and she felt as if she was being filled and stretched out, her body filled with a warm, liquid fire. It was intense, so much so that she couldn't even focus on anything around her. It was all too much, and yet not enough."Good girl. Stay here for me. Be mine for me." The voice echoed through her mind as she was fucked hard, the woman who had taken her seeming to know her body in a way that no other had done before. Each touch, every sensation, every single moment, every thrust of her lovers hips drove her closer and closer to the edge. It was a strange feeling, a sensation that was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and yet she craved more of it, she needed more of it.

The moment that her body was filled with the liquid fire, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body went limp, and she knew nothing, was nothing."How much do you want for her?" Amy was asked, causing the ebony haired beauty to look over. He was well dressed, and obviously well off. The suit alone cost more than what she made in a year, so she wasn't fooled by the man's obvious appearance."Let me have her, for the weekend." Followed. Amy just shook her head."No. She's mine." She answered, her voice firm. "Unless you care to make a deal with me." She added with a smirk, knowing he'd likely back off with that. Her reputation did precede her in plenty of circles."You're the bartender at that bar, the one with the hypnosis property, aren't you?" The man asked, not willing to budge on the deal. "If I want her, I'm taking her." He told Amy, and the bartender just laughed."You can try." was all Amy said. "But I promise you, you're in my domain. You won't be able to take her without my say so." She told the man, her voice airy, kind, almost, despite her words. "Not unless you'll pay my price, and you wouldn't have her in the end anyway.""So you'll give her to me then?" The man asked, his voice growing hard. Amy laughed."Sure. In exchange for your soul." Amy responded, almost flippantly. It sounded like a joke. The man didn't find it funny."You're kidding, right?" Was his response. Amy just laughed."You're new to the world of magic, aren't you?" She asked. "Let's just say that I deal with souls." The man was silent, before nodding."Fine. I'll deal with you." He said. "So, what do I need to do?"

"You just have to sign this." Amy stated as a page materialised in front of her, which she then set down ahead of him."What, no pen?" He asked with a laugh."No. You sign it with blood, and you're bound." Amy replied, her voice even. "It's not as messy as you might think.""That's... weird." The man said, but didn't balk. He grabbed the paper, and held his finger over a blank section, before looking around for something to draw some blood."Just press it against." Amy told him. He looked to it, shrugged as he didn't think this was serious, before doing just that. Immediately he felt a shock of pain throughout him, and a feeling as if something was removed, torn out."The hell!?" He exclaimed as he removed his thumb from the page. As he did so though, he saw the blood that was left there, and watched as it shifted, moved, to be his signature, a perfect copy."Your soul," Amy started, "Is now mine. Now please do go and clean the lavatories." She added with a smile. "You'll find that the cleaning supplies are pretty effective. And please do, try to argue." She told him. The man just stared at her."You can't be serious." He said, before Amy just smiled."Yes. Now off you go. I'm sure you have some cleaning to do." Amy said as the man growled and turned to leave. This couldn't be real, it wasn't real. There was no way that the bartender at a bar had the ability to curse people. That wasn't possible.

As he made his way through the crowd, his head swam, and his movements slowed as he started to feel more heavy. The bar was getting lighter, lighter, and lighter, and the next thing he knew, he was in the lavatory, on his knees by a toilet, cleaning it with his bare hands. As he scrubbed the surface of the porcelain, he heard a laugh in his head. It was the bartender, and her voice was as airy as ever, even when it was harsh."You will never want one of my girls, again." Amy's voice echoed within his head. "You will never, ever, try to take a woman away from me again. You will also make sure that every bartender at my bar knows not to accept anything from a stranger. You will also never refuse a drink from me, even if you know what it will do.""Yes Mistress." The man said, his voice almost monotone. He was hers, and there was nothing he could about it. He'd asked about a woman, a blonde woman, but now? Now he didn't want her. And he couldn't explain it."Good." Amy's voice echoed in his head, a laugh in her tone. "Now, time to finish cleaning. You have to make sure you're very thorough." The man was silent, not even considering arguing. The thought never crossed his mind.As he was cleaning, Amy looked back to Penny, watching as Rose made sure that she drank what she'd been sent over with. The woman was still floating, as limp as a rag doll, but that would change soon. Amy had promised that her time under Rose's care would be memorable.

As the white haired beauty worked her magic on Penny's body, Amy continued to watch, knowing that the changes were irreparable, knowing that everyone who came in there risked their very soul. It wasn't something she would have been comfortable with if it weren't for the fact that it was an absolute pleasure watching the blonde woman be reduced to a submissive puddle, unable to think, unable to even focus on anything but her desires."What am I going to do with you, Penny?" Amy wondered as she watched while Rose kissed Penny, her hands working the blonde's body over, changing and plumping it up into the exact shape that Amy desired."Oh fuck it. You're going to be a 'use it and stash it' kind of lady." The ebony haired woman muttered with a shake of her head. That would work for now. As she watched Rose working Penny over, she was enjoying the show, and she could see that the patrons that remained were enjoying it as well. The more the blonde was worked over, the more of a reaction from the crowd that was acquired. It wasn't long before she was changed into a younger looking version of herself, with a sex idol's figure."Perfect." Rose said with a nod before sealing the changes with a kiss, a kiss that Penny returned full force."Good girl. Good girl, Penny." Rose cooed, and Amy smiled as she watched the woman melt."Amy wants to talk to you." Rose then said as she got to her feet."Ok, ok." Penny said, her voice a bit airy, before she was helped to her feet and led over to Amy."How do you feel, Penny?" Amy asked with a light laugh, knowing what the answer would be."I feel amazing, Mistress." Was the reply. "Thank you for the wonderful evening." Amy grinned, running a hand down her cheek."You're welcome, Penny." The bartender replied. "Do you know what you are, now?"

"I'm yours." Was the answer. "I belong to you. I'm your slave. You can use me." Amy nodded, her grin growing even wider."Good." She responded. "You are going to be working in my bar. You will help to lure in people who might need a break, and are prime for me to collect. You will be the reason they come in, the reason they let go, and the reason I can collect them." She said, her voice commanding, even. There was no room for argument. Penny, however, didn't want to argue."Yes Mistress." Penny replied. "Whatever you desire.""Being called a 'good girl' will cause your brain to short circuit and need to reboot." Amy then said, and she wasn't surprised when Penny's brain started to glitch. It was almost as if her words had caused a cascade failure in her brain, a system overload, and Penny was unable to even think of anything, or do anything. She just stood there, her gaze unfocused, her mind blank. Amy smiled, enjoying the look on her face, the almost dazed, glazed over expression in her eyes. She looked almost catatonic, and she looked absolutely lovely."When you're like this, no matter who it is that does it, will you be the most receptive to orders. You will never harm yourself, myself, or this bar." Amy continued. "You will obey your Mistress's every command without hesitation. You will not remember any of your life prior to this moment, or who I am. You will be my willing servant." Amy said, and Penny just nodded, not even thinking about the words."Yes Mistress." Was all that Penny could muster. Her words were clear, but slow. Almost as if it was a bit much for her to say those. Amy could tell that she was speaking, but not actually thinking about what she was saying, or even what she was responding to. It was almost like a reflex.

"Good girl. Your brain will always feel this fuzzy." Amy continued. "Your mind will always feel like it is going a mile a minute, but everything will feel like it is happening in slow motion. It will be like trying to watch a movie on fast forward." Penny just nodded, her body swaying, but she was clearly lucid, if not a bit glazed over."Do you understand what you're saying, Penny?" Amy asked with a chuckle."No, Mistress." Was the reply. "I don't understand." Which net a laugh from the bartender."Good girl." Amy responded with a chuckle. "Your mind will always be this foggy, so much so that you won't be able to think on your own, only do as your told. You will not remember how to think, only obey. Anything you say will be true, and you will only speak my truth." Penny just nodded."Yes Mistress." She repeated."You will work as a lure for poor unfortunate souls to come in to find a reprieve from the hell that is their life. You will bring them to me to show them the bliss you are now feeling." Amy added, her voice low. "If I order you to stop, you will.""Yes Mistress." Penny repeated, her voice soft, airy, like a dream, like a memory. She was swaying in spot slightly, her eyes glazed over."You will also take on the appearance of a younger version of yourself." Amy said, her voice light, playful. "You will not be able to resist, no matter what it is that I ask you to do, you will do it. If I ask you to dress like a slut, you will do so. If I ask you to be a submissive, you will be a submissive. If I ask you to be a sex doll, you will be a sex doll. If I ask you to be an object, you will be an object. You will not have any choice in the matter."

"Yes, Mistress." Penny said, her voice airy, as if she was half asleep. She was staring at nothing, her eyes unfocused."If I tell you to fuck the entire bar, you will do so." Amy said, her voice commanding, as if she expected Penny to fight against this, to want to resist. She knew that the blonde didn't have the capabilities to do so, but also knew that firmness made the orders sink in more, become more solid."Yes Mistress." Was the response. Amy grinned."Do you know what happens if someone tries to fuck you without my permission?" She asked, and was surprised when the answer wasn't the immediate one she was expecting."You will claim their soul... they will be yours..." Penny answered, her words slow, but sure. She almost sounded as if she was blissed out on some sort of street drug. "You will collect them...""Good girl." Amy responded. "You will help me collect these souls. Ever soul you deliver to me, you will receive a reward." She continued."Once you reach 100 souls, you will have the option to leave my possession." Amy continued, smirking. "But you will not want to. Ever.""Yes Mistress." Penny responded. "I will never want to leave you." Amy smiled, her grin almost predatory, her voice was almost dangerous, almost dark."Good." She replied. "Good Girl." She then said, and immediately the woman's brain glitched out. "If you are given a drink, you will have no choice but to drink it."

"Yes Mistress." Penny responded, her head a little lolled to the side, her swaying getting a little more prominent."Good girl." Amy said, her voice light, airy. "Your head will always be this foggy. Your brain will always feel fuzzy and your mind will always feel slow like this. You will never want to think on your own, only follow orders." Penny nodded."Yes Mistress." The blonde replied, her voice soft, dreamy, as if she was half asleep. Amy watched as the last few patrons left the bar, leaving just the pair of them and her few employees who were working to clean up."When the bar is closed, if you are not working, you do not exist." Amy told the blonde."Like now. You will sit in the corner booth, and you do not exist." Amy said, her voice firm, commanding. "If you are told to not exist, you will not exist. If someone tells you that you are not to exist, you will not exist.""Yes Mistress." Penny responded, her voice devoid of anything. Her brain wasn't really working. Amy could tell, but she was still lucid. It was a good sign.

"You live in a dream now. Everything is a dream. Everything that happens to you is amazing. Everything that happens you want to happen." Amy told the blonde."Yes Mistress." Penny replied, her voice airy, almost glazed over, as if she was high as a kite."You will not remember anything other than the rders given. You will not remember me. You will not remember you. You will remember no one and nothing outside of the moment you are in. You will forget all that happened outside of my bar." Amy continued."Yes Mistress." Penny responded, her words soft, almost a whisper."You will never be able to remember the past, only the future. You will always remember that you are a good girl. You are a slut, a whore, the one who lures in the souls who want relief, only to give them to me" Amy added."Yes Mistress." Penny said, her words airy, her voice soft. "I am a good girl. I am a slut. I am a whore. I lure in the souls that you want.""While you do not exist, your hands will continuously pleasuring yourself, yet you will never find your end" Amy continued, and watched as the woman started to pant lightly, her hips moving lightly, grinding against nothing. "Your pussy will continue to get wet, your nipples will harden, your breasts will swell, and your clit will ache, but you will never find your release. You will not even comprehend release. Now go. You know what to do." She added, her voice almost dangerous. Penny, however, just nodded."Yes Mistress." She said, and without hesitation made her way to the booth. She didn't even think about where she was going, just made her way over and took a seat in the far corner, still, silent, aside from her hands that were working her body over. The more she touched herself, the more her mind felt like it was glitching out, until she felt nothing. She didn't exist, yet her hands continued their work, leaving her primed and ready, indefinitely, for whatever was to come next