Dublin Yeast Co

A sharp whistle pierced the eerie silence of the city street. Her head shot up, scouring the streetlight-blue pavements for signs of life, intelligent or otherwise. No dice. Assuming it to be the sound of distant traffic, she continued on the empty street, past the fancy barbershop and the now empty pub. Another whistle slid into her ears. Looking up, her eyes caught the sign of a long-since derelict building: “Dublin Yeast Co.”. The whistle sounded closer now, as if it was coming from inside. She inquisitively slowed her pace, wondering what could have been making that noise as she took a few steps closer to the building. As she approached, the whistle grew quieter and quieter, almost adapting to her distance from the building. “How curious..” she mumbled, drawn closer and closer to the walls of the ancient structure. As she pressed her ear to the window, the whistle faded to silence and only her heartbeat could be heard on the gloomy dublin sidestreet.

“Psssst” came a voice, from just behind the glass. A cannon shot off in her stomach as panic pulsed through her veins, she launched herself back from the window pane, grasping for her keys inside her bag.  “Shhhhhhh,no need to be worried, lovely..”, spoke the voice slipping from the inside, with a tone oddly soothing. She listened to the voice and found a strange calm pooling into her body. “I can assure you, that I pose no danger..” slid the voice into her ear, as her grip loosened on the keys in her bag. “But that’s exactly what a dangerous person would say..” she stuttered, finding it easier and easier to listen to the voice behind the glass, already so curious to hear more from the out of sight stranger.  “Come on in, little one, I’d like to talk with you..”, spoke the voice as the door opened in front of her. The calm feeling spreading further through her body as she heard their voice, she felt an intense desire to enter the doorway. “But I have to get home..” she murmured, her mind growing more and more dazed, stepping closer and closer to the empty doorway. “Now, now, you’ll be back home in no time,” spoke the voice, as the door shut behind her. 

Now she felt a hand drifting around her waist as she slowly moved forward in the cavernous dark. “I’ll help you up the staircase, little one” said the voice in her ear as lights began to splatter through the darkness. In alternating shades of greens and reds, she could loosely interpret the shabby hallway she stood in. Torn wallpaper clung to the walls like rotting flesh, while scales of old paper and leaves encrusted the threadbare carpet. The gentle pressure on her back began to guide her toward the imposing, and visibly fragile staircase. It felt so lovely to just be guided by the lights, the touch and the voice. Her eyes felt heavy, as a blissful, dreamy feeling weaved its way through her mind.”So easy to just let yourself follow my words, knowing how good I can make you feel, if you just relax for me” purred the voice in her ear. With each step upwards, her vision was filled with more and more moving green and red spots of light. “Letting my control just seep into you, little one. So dazed and calm, letting those spots of color just wash over you as you sink for me.” With her mind almost completely quiet, the words slipped easily into her head, making her feel so fuzzy and confused, but happy. Her muscles untensed as her breath slowed to a gentle pace, while a warmth began to gradually build between her thighs. “There we go, just letting yourself become completely entranced for me..” spoke the voice beside her ear, “all those spots in your vision, so hard to concentrate on anything but my voice and climbing the stairs for me.” She whimpered out an agreement as she reached the top step of the staircase, the green lights now taking prominence in her vision. Dazed and silent, she was guided to the largest room upstairs, basked in an unearthly green hue. Feeling a pressure on her side, stronger than before, she was tugged onto the large bed in the center of the room. 

“Hello there, little one. You’re completely under my control aren’t you?” asked the voice to the entranced girl. She nodded her head. “Awh how cute, but that’s not why I brought you here..”, a tickling sensation began to travel from her ankle upward. “Not only are you entranced, no no, you’re incredibly aroused because of it, aren’t you?” the sensation reached her inner thighs, and she began to squirm. An invisible set of tendrils began to slowly circle her vulva, teasing out her most desperate whimpers and moans. “Say it, little one, confess your need.”, she threw back her head and moaned a “Yessss.” “Yes what though, pet?”. Her legs began to shake as she released a desperate “Yes Please!!”. The voice now chuckled, “Please what, lovely?” as her moans grew louder and louder as the teasing grew faster and faster. “Pleasee fuck mee”, she writhed beneath a new pressure that held her body down onto the bed. “Glady,” as something thrust inside of her. 

Already so wet, she took the member easily. With each of her limbs forced down by gentle yet unbreakable appendages, she could only squirm her hips desperately as she approached her first orgasm of the evening. “Something about being helpless and hypnotized makes you incredibly horny, doesn’t it?” said the voice, now audibly experiencing pleasure, “and that just makes you the perfect little toy for me.” A tendril brushed up her neck before firmly wrapping around and pressing down on her throat. “So aroused, so desperate to be fucked, because you know how helpless I’ve made you.” Now bursting with pleasure, she reached orgasm, and moaned as loud as her lungs could manage.“Good girl, now again,” she heard a click and suddenly that orgasm rocketed through her body again. And again, with another click, she was forced back over the edge, quivering all over as she came. And again, writhing underneath that weight, she could only whimper and accept the onslaught of pleasure. Buzzing with relentless pleasure, the world slipped from her mind, as she was plunged deep into the warm void of sleep.

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Sun spread like butter across the bare-bricked walls. She awoke in an antique bed, in the center of the derelict room. “What the shit…”, she found her clothes neatly folded at the end of the bed and her wallet carefully placed on top of them. Bruises just starting to bloom under the skin of her neck, chest and arms, she quickly dressed herself and made for the front door. “God this place is a shithole,” she muttered, observing the decomposing furniture and dust-smothered floor. The door easily slid open by her touch, and a blush spread across her cheeks. She knew she’d be back soon. She jogged across the river to catch her bus. 

END.