Days. It had been days. I, I was still, I was was was was-

Tears began to fall.

Michael’s life had fallen apart. He was weak, had always been weak but then-

No no no no no no no no. He wouldn’t remember. He would forget. Had to run, to hide, can’t go to anyone. No no no no.

Michael tried to pull himself together, to focus. He had… gotten away. Not just escaped, not just been let go, he had actually gotten away!

His life had been in turmoil for the last, god, how long had it been? Weeks? A month? Probably less, he didn’t know, he’d lost track of time. He could feel his mind beginning to fracture, it was too much, too much too much too much.

He ravenously ate the burger and drank the sprite he had. He had, once again been let go. Allowed to run away after being raped, abused, treated like nothing more than just a fucking toy-! Michael calmed himself down, breathing heavily.

Those memories hurt. They hurt. But he was… okay now. He’d run away, ignored everyone and everything this time, and had just kept running and running and running. He hadn’t gotten far but a stroke of luck had happened.

He had found a sleeping homeless man. The part that was lucky was his cart. He had basic clothes in it, so michael could swap out the clothes he had been forced to wear. He’d also stolen any loose money he had. It hadn’t been a lot, only a few dollars, but it was enough. He’d kept going, run into the city. He didn’t have a car or a means of transportation. Didn’t have anywhere near enough money, no one he could trust, nothing. But he had to hide. 

Currently, he was in the run down part of the city. He had made it here somehow, fear overtaking his mind. He couldn’t go back, he wouldn’t go back! He couldn’t, he couldn’t take it anymore! He was breaking, breaking, breaking.

Michael took a deep shuddering breath. It was, it was, it was. He was here. Here. Now and here. He was just another homeless person, just another face in the crowd and he hid that face well. He wore raggy clothes, a cloak, and he was hoping to get enough money to buy a fucking mask. Then then then, he’d leave! He’d run away, far, far away.

Right now he had begged and stolen barely enough money for a small meal. It was like heaven. Tears fell as he munched on his burger. He had been forced to… ‘eat’ something else. That of course wasn’t real food, he had been fed, but he couldn’t even remember what it was.

He remembered what he was forced to drink though.

He yelled, throwing the sprite away. Bad choice. It reminded him too much of it. He held his head in hands and screamed.

It had been days now. Days. He didn’t know how many but more than ever before. His old life almost seemed like a lie. It was like his mind was trapped in those horrible moments, still reliving them every time he closed his eyes. Every voice he heard was like horror and panic gripping his heart. They didn’t sound familiar but he knew that didn’t matter. They could take anyone, anywhere, any time. They’d take them and take him back and-

He screamed again.

There had been people eyeing him, without great intentions. Despite his clothes stealing, he couldn’t hide his body. But all of them had inched away the first time he had screamed. No one wanted to deal with a crazy man.

Was he crazy? Maybe he was. Maybe all of this was just him losing his mind.

He definitely had a crazy thought. Maybe… he should? Just go completely crazy and insane, make the world go away.

No. No no no no. He still, he at least still had his mind. He was still him. For now, at least. His mind might be cracking and fallen apart but it hadn’t done so yet. He just needed to get out of here. To finally fully escape.

“Took a while to find you.”

Michael froze and then screamed. A raw, pure, primal scream of terror and panic and fear and stress and despair. He screamed so loud that other people in the warehouse he was in fled for their lives.

He screamed till he couldn’t scream no more and then turned around to the voice. The familiar voice.

“Whoa, got a real big set of lungs on ya don’tcha?” Alice said.

Alice, the woman he met once a week to play some video games with. It seemed like so long ago, so many lifetimes ago. She’d always try her best, her tomboy nature always peeking through, always just acting like another guy or dude. And yet, here she was. There could only be one reason.

“Why? How? I… I never even went to her…” Michael asked, flopping to the ground, a dead look in his eyes. He just wanted to know. To know how.

“Huh? Oh yeah! That weird old hive mind. Sorry twink, I, we, whatever, already knew all about the women around ya.”

Michael felt a pit consume him. But the last sparks of humanity in him demanded him to question, to ask.

“Why are you acting different?” He said lifelessly.

“Oh. You mean, like this? It’s so good to see you again Michael. Naughty~ But don’t worry, we’ll get you cleaned up and back where you belong.” 

Michael couldn’t muster up anything. No emotion, no more, just no more nothing. He felt, gone. He just felt gone. He was going to be condemned to this for all eternity. He couldn’t escape. He could never escape. They’d already found him again. They’d found him and they’d Alice and they were going to take him back and…

He cried but came to a realization. He could… stay. Stay this time. He didn’t want to, but he was getting his friends and family ripped apart, having their minds taken over. It was Alice this time but… it could have been Sofia. It could have been her. He had put her in jeopardy. Hell, he was directly responsible for destroying four women’s lives in a way. He shouldn’t have ever came over to them.

Lost in self-misery, Michael stood up. Alice, the creature inside her, looked at him curiously, a demented smile on her face.

“Let’s just… go.”

Alice’s smile seemed to widen more, it seemed physically impossible. Idly, he took in her looks. He’d be fucking her soon after all, he already knew.

Short dirty blonde hair, freckles, baggy clothes, with no care for her appearance. No make up, she didn’t do her hair or anything, and she never wore a bra. Even with that creature controlling her, she still crossed her arms and had an arrogant look on her face. Too bad it was marred by such a monster.

“Oh? Such a good slut~ You’re a good little who-”

“Yes yes, I get it. I’m a whore, slut, bitch, toy, dildo, whatever. Let’s just fucking go already.”

Alice looked at Michael and he felt that overwhelming pressure descend on him. Her morphed into a glare and he could feel her rage and insanity.

But Michael was done. His heart started beating faster, sweat poured out of him, parts of his mind screamed in terror and horror and fear. But he was… done. He couldn’t. He just, couldn’t anymore. He couldn’t run away or feel anything. It was too much.

So he just stared at her, lifelessly, dispassionately. She had already broken him, was already going to abuse him again, what more did she want? What more could she take? So what did it matter anymore?

Alice’s face morphed from anger into a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Well, someone needs a change of attitude. It’s a good thing I’ve prepared just the thing.”

A sliver of fear joined in with the rest at her words but overall, Michael didn’t care. He couldn’t, anymore.

Soon, a car showed up, Yui driving it. He got in and was taken back. Back to his own personal hell.

Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever whatever.

Michael looked more like a corpse than a human being at this point. There was just something him that anyone who saw could tell. That part of him had died.

He was led to a shower and shockingly left mostly alone. That stirred him just slightly as he already expected ‘Alice’ to fuck him and rape him. Maybe even she cared about how dirty he was. He laughed mirthlessly, a dead cold thing, at the idea that if he had wallowed around in filth maybe she wouldn’t have touched him. It was a silly thought and it quickly died with the rest of him.

After getting out of the shower in this horrible place, still naked, he was led somewhere.

Somewhere new.

He blinked as he walked in. This room was… different. There seemed to be speakers(?) embedded into the walls. All around the room. It looked like the inside of a giant microphone. And there were two hanging… pillars? Giant long rectangles hanging from the ceiling in around the center of the room. In the center of the room, there was a simple chair.

“Go sit down.”

A clear command and Michael walked forward. He didn’t know what this was but, so what?

Michael sat on the chair and Alice left the room, closing the door. Michael sat there, waiting, prepared for the newest horror to visit him.

Suddenly, the walls let out a loud noise and voice could be heard.

“You are a slut.”

Ah. Weird. Verbal abuse was pretty normal at this point but a whole room for it was weird. The two pillars began to spin, twirling around him slowly, as the voice continued on.

“You are a slut. A whore. A toy for others to use. You love being raped and fucked. You are a submissive bitch whose only purpose in life is to be used by Me.”

The pillars began to spin faster around him and the words became strange to Michael’s ears. Michael began feeling strange himself but he felt almost stuck, almost trapped to the chair, as the pillars began to spin around him.

Faster and faster and faster they went. All while the words began to repeat, over and over. He began to feel lost, like he was getting washed away in a sea…

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Toy.”

“Mine.”

Michael wanted to get up, he was, he felt, he was feeling, he was, he was feeling, he was….

He was…

He was a whore.

A slut.

A toy.

Hers.

Michael’s expression went vacant as he continued to watch and stare as the pillars sped up more and spun around him, the words never stopping, continuing to ring further into his ears. Beyond just his hearing, it was like his mind was being washed away over and over and over again.

Hours began to pass as Michael sat there, watching, hearing, listening.

Changing.

He heard a noise. And another. It kept repeating but it wasn’t the same noise he had heard all this time. On the fourth ‘click’ he finally blinked and realized Alice was standing right in front of him, snapping her fingers.

“Ah, good. Now, let’s see if it worked. Hello Bitch.” 

All of a sudden, Michael felt a tingle go through his whole body. It was… like someone had stroked him, but different. He had gotten far too much of that recently and knew that if someone did it, he’d hate it. But this felt…. This felt good. He found his lips slightly going up.

He was horrified.

Alice’s smile widened into a demented visage.

“Perfect.”

“Wh-What did you do to me?!”

Michael felt that old feeling of fear begin to fully seep through him, break through his calm facade, his numbness and despair. All of a sudden, he remembered just how far he’d fallen. He was a fool to think that she couldn’t do any worse to him.

What was that feeling?!

Alice, the creature that had taken over her body, didn’t respond. Instead, she simply began removing her clothes. Standing there, naked, an old part of Michael woke up slightly and he immediately hated it. Alice was attractive but in a different way than most women. She was natural completely. She didn’t shave anything it seemed, with the bush she had. With her sizeable breasts and cocky attitude shining through even now, he felt his heart beat just slightly. It made him want to puke. Alice was a victim. She didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve this.

He felt like his mind was slipping again.

“On your knees.”

He did it. He got on his knees.

But it wasn’t him that did it.

He stared down in horror, not understanding. Why, why was he feeling good? 

Alice walked right up to him, shoving her hairy vagina into his face. His emotions began to boil and confusion reigned.

“Eat me out Slut.”

He did. He began doing it. But it wasn’t, wasn’t because he wanted to. It was like his body had a mind of its own! Worse, he felt, he felt himself slipping, slipping away.

His mind, his mind, his mind….

Michael felt Alice’s pussy against his lips, her folds as he licked her and pushed in deep. It felt so… Good! He started doing more and more. After all, he couldn’t disappoint her! He was her submissive little bitch toy. He had to do his job properly!

He felt his cock rising as he continued to do his only purpose in life! He could feel the heat of her against him, feel her juices begin to fall and slip into his mouth, the satisfaction of a job well done.

After all, she even began to praise him!

“Yes Michael, Yes! Go ahead you slut, you dirty whore, use that pretty little mouth of yours. You know, Alice always wanted this? She always wanted to dominate you. And now, I am going to rape you. Rape you until you scream. With Joy.”

The praise was too much! Michael couldn’t hold it in any longer, as he came onto the ground.

He wanted to continue, to please her, to serve her!

To be raped by her! 

He wanted…

He wanted…

…wanted…

Michael screamed and scrambled away, dopamine and happiness flooding away from him as pure and total terror ran rampant through his veins. His back hit a wall, as he continued to try and get away, staring at Alice like an Archnaphobe would a spider. There were no higher thoughts in his mind. Just panic, and terror, and fear.

Even now, even now, he could feel part of him sad.

Sad that it had stopped.

“What did you do to me?!”

Alice began to walk closer to him, causing him to physically flee away and bringing out a peal of gross laughter from Alice.

“I told you already my little toy.”

His emotions seemed to sing at the praise. 

NO!

“I gave you a little attitude adjustment. It’s amazing what having multiple minds will reveal to you. All sorts of secrets start to come out about how the brain works. So many things suddenly seem so easy and obvious.”

She continued to walk towards him as he continued to run away. She rolled her eyes and spoke once more.

“Michael. Stop. Now.”

That tone had scared him before, horrified him, and memories had built to show just how bad refusing would be. He still remembered when she had brought a taser into his room.

Now, that tone sent incredible amounts of joy and happiness through him. He was her bitch to do with as she pleases after all!

His own thoughts horrified him, even as he stopped.

She had, had corrupted his mind. 

Michael felt like he was going to break down.

“Don’t worry Michael. I promise. You’re going to love everything from now on.”

As the meaning behind the words rang true to him, Michael finally cracked a little more and began screaming as he collapsed to the ground.

He didn’t know how long he yelled, how much time had passed, but eventually, he came to a stop. Alice knelt down by him and the look on her face sent tears streaming down his face.

It wasn’t one of torment or torture or evil, for once. It was a gentle smile. A smile that Alice would sometimes wear. A slight smirk in it. His heart hurt.

“Hey, come on now Twink. Better that you actually like getting your ass beat then don’t right? Now come on, I got a new outfit for you.”

For a moment, he could fool himself, fool himself into believing it truly was Alice. Maybe it was. Maybe it really was. Maybe they were all just lost in there, controlled by a monster, corrupted like him. Were they enjoying themselves, lost in the madness?

Alice got up and began to walk away, Michael following soon after. She had told him to and he wanted to see what new outfit she got gotten for him! He hoped it was a-

Michael angrily shook his head. NO! No…

He felt at war with himself and it was only going to get worse.

They entered The Room.

His Room.

He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Michael.” The words spooked him but he turned robotically towards it. The monster’s creepy horrible smile was back into place. “I want you to know something. I didn’t so much ‘choose’ your outfit this time. It was something Alice already wanted to wear. It was quite amusing, to see just how… perverted her mind was.”

Michael looked on the bed… and his first thought was “Where’s the rest of it?” Not because it was too ‘little’ clothing. It genuinely looked like just a belt. He got closer, mind half numb, half happy. The numb part of him hated that part of him.

He picked it up and blinked incredulously. Even the new corrupted side of him seemed surprised.

“Put it on.”

Michael, Michael, Michael, smiled wide! This was such a great outfit! Quickly, he put the two X black pasties that looked more like tape, over his nipples. Next, he pulled on an ‘outfit’ you’d only see in hentai. It was a simple, black, super tiny speedo! Like something you’d see a femboy devil wear!

It was so snug against his cock and balls, practically spilling out! And his ass… it wasn’t a ‘string’, they were more like panties in that regard, but instead of covering his whole butt, there seemed to be a… hole in the back.

Michael panicked at the exact same time as he was overfilled with glee and excitement.

“NO/YES!” He cried out, the word changing part way through. His mind went to war, wanting and refusing in equal measure. The cracks he felt on his psyche grew.

He turned towards Alice… only for his mind to be washed away. Michael, a nearly broken man, disappeared for a moment. Michael, the submissive bitch boy who loved being raped, rose up. Alice was just standing there but attached to her was…

A cock.

A long black dildo was attached to the front of her. And she was already lubing it up.

He was actually going to be raped!

He smiled wide at her, like a puppy looking at it’s owner.

“Oh? Hehehe. Go get on the bed.”

He practically ran towards the bed, getting on all fours, ass aimed towards her slightly.

Even the hivemind behind Alice was shocked for a moment. But quickly, excitement was plain to hear in her voice.

“Oh I could get use to this~ Hehehe!”

Michael felt the weight of the bed shift and then something hard and wet poke him near his ass. He felt Alice get lined up and most of his being was dying of anticipation. But there was another part of him, deep inside and trapped in his own mind, screaming in horror.

She pushed and-

Michael moaned deep and loud as pain and pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt raced up his spine, sending shocks and reverberations throughout his body. Sweat began to pour off him, as his mind shook with new stimulus, and his muscles clamped up ashe began shaking.

He could feel her, feel her inside him. 

His moans got louder and more animalistic as she pushed more. His whole being shook as Alice, as the hivemind, began to fuck him.

Joy, pure, utter, joy and happiness swept through him. Not just sexual but deeper joy, satisfaction, True Happiness, overwhelmed him. Her words sent him over the edge.

“Come on twink, tell me you love being raped!”

Alice began to fuck him, thrust more and more into him, roughly penetrating him. In between moans of pleasure and pain, Michael barely got the words.

“I…Ahh… l-love being…AH!....r-r-raped! I love it!”

With those words, something deep and internal broke. Michael, the Originally Michael, the Michael that was in pain, kicking and screaming and crying on the inside, realized it was true. Realized that he wasn’t just acting or feeling different. She… had made him truly love it. Not just sexually, but, truly love the feeling of being abused and used like a Toy.

Bitch. Slut. Toy. Whore. That was what he had become. And she had made him genuinely love it. He had, never loved anything so much.

Michael’s minds met, for there was only truly one Michael, and tears began to stream down his face as he bucked his hips and thrust them back onto the dildo.

The truth was… Michael really did love it. He didn’t want to. He hated that he loved it. But he still did.

Raped raped raped and raped more and more. Abused. Used. Every time. Michael… gave up for now.

Michael was fucked until he felt an orgasm unlike any before. He moaned deeply, like the whore he was, and came onto the bed. But Alice was awesome and kept fucking him! She just kept going and going and going…

Hours passed and eventually, Michael collapsed, passing out from too much fucking. His voice had long become raw. His body felt weak and the pleasure had annihilated his insides and mind.

Time began to pass. Hours and then days. Part of Michael’s mind had given up, retreated, disappeared. It couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t fight the corruption, and so it went silent.

But as for the rest of him?

I hope Alice uses me again today!

Michael was extremely happy! His mistress had used him every day this week without fail! She was strangely attracted to using him anally and that felt amazing. But not half as amazing as the pure euphoria he felt from being useful to her! To being her toy. 

It was great! He had no idea why he’d tried fighting or resisting for so long, it was like a dream come true!

Every day, Alice would come in and praise him!

“Submissive slut, you love being fucked in the ass don’t you?”

“Yes!”

Her smile would get even wider!

“Such a good little toy.”

Then she would use him for hours and hours! Until he passed out. It was just so intense. Sometimes he would randomly scream during it though or start crying. He didn’t know what that was about but it seemed to make his mistress only fuck him harder. Which felt great! Well, mostly. He didn’t really care much about how it felt, after all.

As long as he could be of service, he would always feel great. Always feel the joy and love from being nothing more than a bitch to be used. She would even remind him of it constantly!

“You are mine.”

“Yes!”

It was paradise. Sometimes she would use his mouth, most days she would rub his cock, once she even used like him a chair while playing on her phone. His cock was forced to be hard and stuck inside her for hours! He wasn’t even allowed to move!

It was like heaven. He, on some level, understood ‘he’ hated it but… why? He couldn’t understand that part. He felt nothing but purpose and joy and happiness around the person who’d taken over Alice. He did feel… sad Alice had been taken over, enough even to ask about it again!

He had immediately felt ashamed as the creature controlling Alice had gotten annoyed with him.

“They’re all me and they’re all them. They’re perfectly happy you stupid slut. Now lean against the wall already.”

But he was happy to know they were all good!

A week passed and it was like heaven. Constant sex, pleasure, orgasms, new feelings he’d never felt in his ass before as such intensity, and life had become so simple. He was to be used and raped and that was it! Be a bitch and a slut for his mistress. That was all that mattered.

Al that matt…er……ed…

With a start, Michael snapped out of it. He screamed in forced joy as his ass was currently in the middle of being pounded. He was too weak to struggle, his arms currently being held by Alice’s. The pain was minor, his ass already used to it. He was horribly forced to enjoy the physical sensation, disgusted with himself as he felt an orgasm overtake him. He layed there, horrified that his mind had left him for so long. He, he had been completely over taken and corrupted for over a week.

But he remembered. He remembered everything.

It made him want to scream, but instead, he laid there and pretended to just be tired. If Alice knew he was himself again…. She might put him back in that room.

He’d rather die.

“Good night Michael.” The devil whispered into his ears. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

And she walked out.

Michael was going to get out of here. His mind, his psyche, it felt broken and full of splinters but he was going to get out of here. He, he, he couldn’t go back. He couldn’t go back! If he was lost again… he may never return. It would be a fate worse than death.

He immediately went to the door.

Unlocked.

He moved quickly, familiar with facility and process by now. His mind threatened to tear itself apart, all the memories, all the conflicting feelings, all of the different mindsets in his brain. He felt like he wasn’t just one or two or five people. He felt like he was just fragments screaming in the night, wanting and hating and mourning and screaming.

He loved it. He hated it. He wanted it. He wanted to escape. He needed to escape. PeOPle weRe in DanGer iF hE EsCaPeD.

Mind, hurting. Hurting hurting hurting hurting hurting hurting hurting hurting.

Too much. He was Michael, he needed to escape. To get out. Too much too much too much.

He couldn’t take it anymore!

He walked slowly, stumbling, as he went out the front door.

He was out. He wanted back in. He wanted back out. He wanted to go back inside and serve his mistress. He wanted to flee and never return. He wanted to see his friends. He wanted to see-

“Hello Michael.”

Michael’s heart rate sped up and his mind vanished. The only thing left inside wasn’t any sort of thoughts or even feelings, just pure intensity, as he turned his gaze towards Alice. Not just Alice. Yui, Calli, Beth, and a woman that only vaguely he seemed familiar with. The creature, the monster’s original body. Plain, boring, never having touched him.

“Going somewhere?” Alice said.

“I…” and that was it. Michael had no idea whatever he was going to say next. He stood there, mind reeling, trying to speak, trying to just be.

“I….I….can not. I can’t go back. I can’t. You can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I CAN’T! I CAN’T! I CAN-”

“Michael.” The original body spoke. He didn’t know if he had ever heard it speak. There was a smile on her face. On all their faces.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen Sofia?”

His heart stopped. Literally stopped for about a second. He was frozen, his mind washed away. He turned and sped away. Only one thought was left on his mind, all else forgotten.

His childhood friend, the person he’d known since birth. The woman he…. He loved.

Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia.

The last vestiges of his consciousness, of his mind, made her into a beacon. A beacon he had to find. She couldn’t, they couldn’t have, she would-

All thoughts led nowhere, diverging back into one singular word.

Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia.

He had to find her.

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