Turnabout is Fair Play
by hollowjacks
Imagine this happens at the end of one of those harem collector games.
It takes you a second to realize you’re awake. It’s still dark when you open your eyes, and it’s only after a few more seconds that you understand that this is because you’re wearing a blindfold.
When you try to remove it, you discover that your hands have been tied--cuffed, actually--behind your back. When you try to move your legs, you discover that your ankles have been cuffed directly to the floor, and you’re stuck in a kneeling position with your ass out.
“What is the meaning of this?” you demand, or would, but you can’t. You’ve been gagged, so all that comes out are some angry sounding noises.
A hand soothes through your hair. You lean into it without thinking, before freezing. No one in your vicinity should have been able to do this to you, not without your knowledge. You’ve spent a lot of time making sure your housemates don’t have any ideas you didn’t come up with, and you definitely did not suggest this.
It explains the gag and blindfold at least. You’re being prevented from exerting any influence, especially since you don’t have the kind of abilities where you can just wave your hands and put people under. You need to be able to talk, to look them in the eye, and well--clearly that’s not happening.
“You didn’t make any mistakes,” a voice says. You’re not sure if it’s from the same person still petting your hair, but you do recognize it. Anise, one of the first girls you’d thralled. You’d been absolutely certain that your control of her was absolute. “You just weren’t strong enough.”
You have no idea what she means.
“This is why I like humans,” another voice says. “You’re so fundamentally self-centered you never bother to check your work.” This one you also recognize, and your blood runs cold with a combination of fear and a little excitement. Dhalia’s the reason you’ve got actual hypnotic powers that work like they do in porn and tv shows, and like Anise you were sure you’d taken her fully under your control. It had taken a bit more effort, seeing as she’s a fairy and not human, but you’d thought you’d made it so every time she’d try and reassert her control it’d drop her instead.
Clearly not.
You try to say something again, but the sound that comes out of your mouth is even less like words than your first attempt.
The hand petting your hair pulls away and you whine before you can stop yourself. That could tell you something’s wrong, but mostly it’s just a visceral reminder that you are a body with needs.
You’re alerted that someone’s behind you by someone’s breath on the bare skin of your ass. You shiver involuntarily, unsure of what that entails.
“You shouldn’t need too much opening up,” Dhalia says. You assume it’s her cool fingers against your ass, circling closer and closer to your anus, before finally breaching it with surprising ease. “You’re already responding to the spell, which means there shouldn’t be much discomfort.” She inserts another finger, scissoring you open and making you jerk backwards, trying to take more of her inside you.
Again, that’s not how you expected to react. You should be fighting this, right? Your power is being--has been--usurped.
You let out another whimper as she takes her fingers out. She’s opening you up for something, but you’re not sure what.
You get your answer as you hear the faint sound of a mechanical device being turned on. You’ve used this fucking machine, or at least one like it, before.
That’s the only warning you get before it enters you for the first time. You’re shocked by how easily you feel it slide in, despite being much thicker than Dhalia’s fingers.
It pulls out, then fucks into you again. This time, as it fills you, you feel a pulse go through your whole body, more than just the usual pleasure of getting fucked.
At first, you think you can just power through this. You’ll come, eventually, or not, and Dhalia will get bored and you’ll figure out a way to get Anise back under control.
There’s another thrust, sending a shock of pleasure through you, and you struggle to keep your thoughts together. You want to push back, take it deeper inside you, but you don’t. Barely.
“Don’t struggle,” Dhalia says, in the gap between thrusts.
Thrust.
You think you’re going to pull against the bindings keeping your ankles in place, but instead you match the machine’s rhythm.
Thrust.
“With every thrust, your will is less your own.”
You shake your head, but the motion is interrupted by another thrust, and you rock back into the motion again. It’s hard to think around the artificial cock inside you, though the feeling of fullness isn’t just from the thing itself. Every time it bottoms out, there’s that pulse, and more of your need to resist drains away.
You still want to resist, but you don’t entirely remember why.
Thrust.
“Each pulse brings you closer to where you’re supposed to be.”
You’re finding it hard to think, but this situation feels familiar. You recognize the feeling, as your ability to resist her voice drains out of you.
Thrust.
“In three beats, you will come, and then you will belong to me.”
You try to shake your head in a final act of resistance, but all you do is whimper.
“Three.”
Thrust.
“Two.”
Thrust.
You can’t remember this not being your place, or much of anything else.
“One.”
Your orgasm rolls through you like the tide, and you whimper as you feel yourself shake apart. The machine doesn’t stop, a least not yet, leaving you oversensitized and trembling.
“Such a good pet,” Dhalia says.
You let out something between a sob and a whimper as the machine is shut off.
“Are you going to cause trouble for me if I remove the gag?” Anise asks.
You moan softly in response. You don’t even know what she means by trouble, at this point.
Even when your mouth is freed, you don’t speak. If there was a reason you needed to be gagged, you don’t remember it.