u/HornMackenstein

It's early in the morning , you quickly get up and make your way towards the tent the researchers ordered you to. It's exciting to be part of their studies and the purple brews are fascinating. A lot of in the field and more active testing work. Mixing the fascination of research with active testing.

As you step inside a pair of researchers is sitting down already. Both of them aren't quite familiar. At a closer look you are pretty sure one of them is from an outside division, the other one is from the countryside.

The woman is small and thick. Her curly hair flowing down to her hips. She is slightly chubby and her big soft breasts are barely hidden as the push against the buttons of her uniform. She is clearly uncomfortable in them but you guess procedure has to be respected in research even in the field.

The man is a grizzled looking middle aged man. Lounging on his chair he stares at you just as much as you do at him. His hands are rough and his body muscular. Not toned, just overall big. It is a confusing duo but as you just stand in the entrance you hear him talk.

“Dont just stand there you can for sure come in, we expected you after all.”

His voice is relaxed even though his tone is rough. You quickly take your place sitting on the opposite side of the table. You can see the woman has a higher chair to be on the same eye level as you. She hands over the documents you had signed a few weeks earlier and points out some of the lines you already read just as a reminder.

“Just so we can double check you signed this of your own will and are ready for the experiment. We will make sure you are safe and will be part of the team leading your supervision.”

You nod and are surprised by her formal bureaucratic tone. Speaking more like a desk clerk in the city than a field researcher. As you keep staring she takes the clipboard and slams it down on your hand, just enough to hurt a slight bit.

“Please focus, even if we are both visitors in your camp, we are your higher ups and we want your best, but also need to make sure you work with us.”

You rub your hand and apologize. The man takes the board away from her and nods as he gives the pages a quick flip. Then he snaps his finger and another worker steps in with a bottle in his hand. He puts it down, takes a bow in front of the small woman and quickly leaves.It's hard to tell who of the two is more important who is higher in their position and it's fascinating.

You take a look at the bottle of milk and tilt your head. Touching it, you wait for the researcher's reaction, they nod and you pick it up. It's a warm bottle of milk, nothing more. You feel a bit disappointed, this all seems quite plain, though maybe it's something inside the milk, maybe it's only part of this whole thing. Who knows.

“I know it's quite tame, but please be assured if the research goes well you will be included more often and as part of our team have a lot of opportunities. For the more Exotic tests.”

The man put special focus on exotic, reigniting your curiosity. The woman lets out an annoyed groan and reprimands him.

“This is just as important and even though it might not be the most flashy thing, thinking it won't be intense, would be a wrong assumption. Please take it more seriously.”

They both bicker back and forth as you take your first sip of the milk. It's sweet like honey and the warm milk goes down smooth. Its creamy consistency coats your mouth and lips. The bickering finally stops as both of them look at you.

“And how is it, it's good right?”

The man laughs as you nod eagerly, taking another sip. Before you notice it the bottle is empty you set it down, swirling the last few drops in your mouth before swallowing. They start asking some questions and answer to the best of your abilities. It seems almost cliche but research is always a lot of talking so no big surprises there.

As they talk to you, your body begins to heat up. You look at them and ask them to repeat their question. Looking down your body you notice your cock pushing against your pants. Your nipples are stiff rubbing against your shirt and your whole body is warm.

“Feeling something?” The man's smile is wide and excited.

Of course he is feeling something, I would be surprised if he didn't." Once more the bickering starts but this time you can barely follow it. Resting your head on your hands a smile creeps over your face and you just stare at the two. Watching their lips move without understanding much. You squirm slightly in your seat. You are uncomfortably erect. You try to speak but notice that it's hard to formulate words.

You know something is wrong but before you can fully finish that thought your cock pulses and let out a grunt. The thought you just had washes away. You blink a few times trying to collect yourself but sink deeper into an unfocussed stuttery mess. You keep trying to talk babbling nonsense words mixed with real language you think at least. Each pulse wipes away another thought.

“Hmmmm fascinating.” The grumpy woman is focussed on you, seeing a smile form on her face for the first time since you met her.

You tug at your shirt trying to stop your body from feeling so hot. That is when you noticed you forgot how to open the metal things on them… buttons. Your cock aches in your pants and finally after some struggle you tear off your shirt. Tugging at your pants you grunt and look at the two people in front of you. The woman gets up and helps you out of them. You would thank her but are soon too focussed on playing with your own rock hard cock.

First you pump but slowly your hands let go. Staring in confusion on the pulsing rod between your legs. What were you supposed to do? Looking up at the two you wonder if they know. The meaty stick pulses, as you give it a few pushes left to right. It feels good but every pulse your arms fall limply next to you. You don't know what to do with the fuzzy dumb feeling mixing with the intense need. A pulsing burning in your stomach and this meaty thing wagging in the air.

“Something wrong, subject?” The woman's voice makes your stiff thing wag and drip a milky liquid.

“Of course I mean look in those empty eyes, that boy is out of it. I mean that was what we expected, but it's only phase one.” The man seems almost amused.

Phase one you can barely count till 5 so one sounds like a good number. You rest your hands on your burning stomach and then let them glide down around the stiff thing still squirting some cloudy clear liquid. Down below you feel your balls churn and swell. You get up seeing them hang low leaning forward you put your arms on the table and try to wiggle your hips swinging around the swollen quickly filling balls.

It's heavy and you cover the table with the leaky puddle still helplessly unsure what to do about it. You are sure you remembered once but right now it's all too fuzzy. The two researchers get up and guide you slowly to another room. Your clothes come off fully and each step you feel your heavy balls swing and your whole body pulse.

You are guided into another tent sweaty, dripping and grunting. You look up and see three people in front of you.

“Time for phase two.” The small woman marks some things and pushes you forward. “Let's see what will happen.

It's early in the morning , you quickly get up and make your way towards the tent the researchers ordered you to. It's exciting to be part of their studies and the purple brews are fascinating. A lot of in the field and more active testing work. Mixing the fascination of research with active testing.

As you step inside a pair of researchers is sitting down already. Both of them aren't quite familiar. At a closer look you are pretty sure one of them is from an outside division, the other one is from the countryside.

The woman is small and thick. Her curly hair flowing down to her hips. She is slightly chubby and her big soft breasts are barely hidden as the push against the buttons of her uniform. She is clearly uncomfortable in them but you guess procedure has to be respected in research even in the field.

The man is a grizzled looking middle aged man. Lounging on his chair he stares at you just as much as you do at him. His hands are rough and his body muscular. Not toned, just overall big. It is a confusing duo but as you just stand in the entrance you hear him talk.

“Dont just stand there you can for sure come in, we expected you after all.”

His voice is relaxed even though his tone is rough. You quickly take your place sitting on the opposite side of the table. You can see the woman has a higher chair to be on the same eye level as you. She hands over the documents you had signed a few weeks earlier and points out some of the lines you already read just as a reminder.

“Just so we can double check you signed this of your own will and are ready for the experiment. We will make sure you are safe and will be part of the team leading your supervision.”

You nod and are surprised by her formal bureaucratic tone. Speaking more like a desk clerk in the city than a field researcher. As you keep staring she takes the clipboard and slams it down on your hand, just enough to hurt a slight bit.

“Please focus, even if we are both visitors in your camp, we are your higher ups and we want your best, but also need to make sure you work with us.”

You rub your hand and apologize. The man takes the board away from her and nods as he gives the pages a quick flip. Then he snaps his finger and another worker steps in with a bottle in his hand. He puts it down, takes a bow in front of the small woman and quickly leaves.It's hard to tell who of the two is more important who is higher in their position and it's fascinating.

You take a look at the bottle of milk and tilt your head. Touching it, you wait for the researcher's reaction, they nod and you pick it up. It's a warm bottle of milk, nothing more. You feel a bit disappointed, this all seems quite plain, though maybe it's something inside the milk, maybe it's only part of this whole thing. Who knows.

“I know it's quite tame, but please be assured if the research goes well you will be included more often and as part of our team have a lot of opportunities. For the more Exotic tests.”

The man put special focus on exotic, reigniting your curiosity. The woman lets out an annoyed groan and reprimands him.

“This is just as important and even though it might not be the most flashy thing, thinking it won't be intense, would be a wrong assumption. Please take it more seriously.”

They both bicker back and forth as you take your first sip of the milk. It's sweet like honey and the warm milk goes down smooth. Its creamy consistency coats your mouth and lips. The bickering finally stops as both of them look at you.

“And how is it, it's good right?”

The man laughs as you nod eagerly, taking another sip. Before you notice it the bottle is empty you set it down, swirling the last few drops in your mouth before swallowing. They start asking some questions and answer to the best of your abilities. It seems almost cliche but research is always a lot of talking so no big surprises there.

As they talk to you, your body begins to heat up. You look at them and ask them to repeat their question. Looking down your body you notice your cock pushing against your pants. Your nipples are stiff rubbing against your shirt and your whole body is warm.

“Feeling something?” The man's smile is wide and excited.

Of course he is feeling something, I would be surprised if he didn't." Once more the bickering starts but this time you can barely follow it. Resting your head on your hands a smile creeps over your face and you just stare at the two. Watching their lips move without understanding much. You squirm slightly in your seat. You are uncomfortably erect. You try to speak but notice that it's hard to formulate words.

You know something is wrong but before you can fully finish that thought your cock pulses and let out a grunt. The thought you just had washes away. You blink a few times trying to collect yourself but sink deeper into an unfocussed stuttery mess. You keep trying to talk babbling nonsense words mixed with real language you think at least. Each pulse wipes away another thought.

“Hmmmm fascinating.” The grumpy woman is focussed on you, seeing a smile form on her face for the first time since you met her.

You tug at your shirt trying to stop your body from feeling so hot. That is when you noticed you forgot how to open the metal things on them… buttons. Your cock aches in your pants and finally after some struggle you tear off your shirt. Tugging at your pants you grunt and look at the two people in front of you. The woman gets up and helps you out of them. You would thank her but are soon too focussed on playing with your own rock hard cock.

First you pump but slowly your hands let go. Staring in confusion on the pulsing rod between your legs. What were you supposed to do? Looking up at the two you wonder if they know. The meaty stick pulses, as you give it a few pushes left to right. It feels good but every pulse your arms fall limply next to you. You don't know what to do with the fuzzy dumb feeling mixing with the intense need. A pulsing burning in your stomach and this meaty thing wagging in the air.

“Something wrong, subject?” The woman's voice makes your stiff thing wag and drip a milky liquid.

“Of course I mean look in those empty eyes, that boy is out of it. I mean that was what we expected, but it's only phase one.” The man seems almost amused.

Phase one you can barely count till 5 so one sounds like a good number. You rest your hands on your burning stomach and then let them glide down around the stiff thing still squirting some cloudy clear liquid. Down below you feel your balls churn and swell. You get up seeing them hang low leaning forward you put your arms on the table and try to wiggle your hips swinging around the swollen quickly filling balls.

It's heavy and you cover the table with the leaky puddle still helplessly unsure what to do about it. You are sure you remembered once but right now it's all too fuzzy. The two researchers get up and guide you slowly to another room. Your clothes come off fully and each step you feel your heavy balls swing and your whole body pulse.

You are guided into another tent sweaty, dripping and grunting. You look up and see three people in front of you.

“Time for phase two.” The small woman marks some things and pushes you forward. “Let's see what will happen.

The early morning sun shines warmly as you are brought to the tent of the instructors. The man and woman sit at the table with a warm smile on their faces. The man gets up and pulls back the chair, gesturing for you to take a seat.

He is wearing a slightly too small labcoat. His massive stature pulling at the seams. The woman jots down some notes barely looking at you. She is a bit smaller, busty and seductive. Though the times you got to see her train impressed you. She is hiding her strength and experience well.

“So you volunteered for some deeper research as part of the purple brews. I am glad you got so curious that you signed up and you were shortlisted anyway.”

Her voice is hoarse, almost tired. You sit down and the man takes his place next to her once more. He scratches his head and gives you an apologetic smile.

“My partner here is less of a morning person so please forgive her mood. We just thought the test would work best at breakfast when it has the longest time to work and we have the most time to see how the effects linger.”

Your ears perk up as he talks. You were left in the dark what exactly you would be testing. You were reassured no permanent changes would be done and you would be safe the entire time. You signed out of a mix of curiosity and fascination with the purple brews. A branch of the guild mixing research with adventuring and focussing on drugs and potions of all kinds to be used and countered in the field.

“You don't know what you will be given. Right? That is necessary so you don't expect a certain physical or psychological effect, thus contaminating my data.”

The woman takes a sip of her black tea and rubs her temple. You simply nod and tell her you have no idea. A slight doubt creeps into your mind but both of them seem more than competent and experienced.

With a snap a big cloche gets brought in. The whiteclad researcher lifts it up and you see a mix of plates in front of you.

“Breakfast is served, please try to communicate any changes and feelings that happen as you eat. After this is all done we will have a follow up interview as well of course.”

You see a tea and a mix of breads. most of it covered in cheese and creams. Next to it is a big bowl of oats and a rice pudding. You are hungry, skipping your last night's dinner cause you were told to be able to have a decent breakfast for the test. Your stomach isn't fully empty but your mouth begins to water.

With a nervous look at the researcher you dig in, taking it slow you eat and drink. The man smiles and the grumpy face of the woman soon fades as she switches between observing you and noting things down.

The food is delicious, sweet and creamy pudding, a warm glass of milk and fresh bread. It tastes fantastic. You wonder what might be wrong with it. trying to savour and taste everything thoroughly to find something off about it. Soon you take a small break, talking to the researchers. Feeling normal mostly. As you talk, you keep eating.

“Everything you feel is normal. Just keep us informed if anything happens.”

The deep voice of the man is soothing and a warm shower runs down your back as he talks. You look at him and his tight shirt, a warm flash spreading from your stomach down between your legs. Blushing you squirm a bit embarrassed to say what you are feeling. Tearing your eyes away from him you try to focus on the woman. Her ample breasts, her sweet lips. She is super hot.

“Ohh really you think so thank you. I am flattered.”

You hold your hand in front of your mouth and turn beet red. Quickly shoveling some more food into your mouth to stop yourself from talking. Why did you say it out loud? You feel hot and bothered and you can't stop looking at the two sexy instructors. Meanwhile you can feel your panties slightly soaked from a warm constant arousal. You tell both of them what you are feeling.

“I see either a delayed effect or a decent amount due to being mixed with other food.”

The sexy woman jots it all down her hands gripping the pen smoothly. You find your lips curl to a smile and let out a little laugh. Drink the rest of the milk and eat as much as you can until you are full.

“You did well and we noticed some changes of course. Don't worry you are safe, we are in a safe space for you to feel what you are feeling.”

Fuck he is hot, you love how muscular he is, how his body barely fits in this formal outfit. Blushing again you notice you said your horny thoughts out loud. He smiles and laughs a bit, your own giggle leaking out of your mouth as well. The food thing gets taken away and soon you find yourself leaning on the table just looking at the two cuties in front of you.

“You seem chipper and more relaxed, any other effects.”

You look at the woman asking you and just dumbly smile before mentioning your soaked panties and hot body. She puts down her papers to write more things down and you stare at her rack. Grabbing your own tits you compare yours to hers. Giggling as you realize what you are doing. Still your hands squeeze and fondle yourself. It's hot in the room. You take your shirt off and your pants follow soon after.

You see the wet spot in your panties and give them a tug. Letting them slip between your wet pussylips. You want to feel just as sexy as the woman in front of you is. Maybe you could make that hunk of a man all swollen. You bet if his muscles show on the coat his cock would make an even nice bulge.

Without any shame you slip under the table and take a look at his pants. Still soft. Though even soft his cock makes such a nice bulge. And her legs are so sexy as well. Fuck you want to jerk off so badly. A giggle escapes your mouth again and you can see your poky nipples through your bra taking it off to be more comfy.

“You know why you are here correct?”

The deep voice of the man feels like your body is all tingly. Of course you do you were there for some test like stuff. Though a date would be so much better. You mean going out with such a sexy girl and such a hunk. Fuck you would totally love that. You coudö jsut skip the going out and skip straight through some fucking.

“Fantastic it seems like it's really working well.”

You have no idea what he is talking about but you love watching his lips move and each word makes you feel even hotter. Your hand snakes down between your legs and you start rubbing yourself. Fuck you know what you are hot girl as well. You have great tits and a nice pussy. All schlick and wet. If you just make him hard enough maybe he can stuff it inside you or the sexy bitch can put those pretty lips to work.

Sitting on the table your hand rubs and soon your fingers start digging inside you happy place. As you dig in your head clears a bit you want to feel embarrassed but as the first warm shower of bliss pulses through you your head turns nice and pink. A foggy cloudy giggly mess. Such a nice mess dripping onto the table from your gushing pussy.

You forget what you were doing and just focus on finger fucking your pretty pussy. Showing the two cuties how sexy you are. Giggling and staring at both of them imagining what you would like them to do. The first orgasm makes the fog even fluffier. Your head is an oozy mess as you pump your pussy. You hear yourself talk, confused but just letting that other voice take over.

“Look at the wet messy drippy slit, all warm and wet. Come on big guy just waiting for that pretty cock. Fuck me and your girly can join as well.” Your legs are spread wide open inviting the hunk inside but he just sits and writes stuff down. “Ugh, so boring with your writing and stuff. You really need to relax. Talking about relaxing my body is like really tasty and needy again.”

It is for sure your voice you hear but before you can worry about it, your finger once more begins to rub eagerly, your other hand starting to fondly your chest as you feel your nipples drip some milk. Licking the whitish liquid from your fingers you chuckle and cum again this time squirting from your tingly pussy and exposed tits.

The world fades into a warm mix of cumming giggling and inviting the two researchers to join. The table is soaked with milk and squirt. Giggling as another orgasm sends a shivering shower over your back.

You look over with a hazy dumb smile on your face as you see another person being brought in. The man is a fellow adventurer and with a warm smile you see a dumb docile grin on his face. His cock wagging in the air as you see his balls big and swollen dangling underneath him. .

“I got a playmate yay.”

The early morning sun shines warmly as you are brought to the tent of the instructors. The man and woman sit at the table with a warm smile on their faces. The man gets up and pulls back the chair, gesturing for you to take a seat.

He is wearing a slightly too small labcoat. His massive stature pulling at the seams. The woman jots down some notes barely looking at you. She is a bit smaller, busty and seductive. Though the times you got to see her train impressed you. She is hiding her strength and experience well.

“So you volunteered for some deeper research as part of the purple brews. I am glad you got so curious that you signed up and you were shortlisted anyway.”

Her voice is hoarse, almost tired. You sit down and the man takes his place next to her once more. He scratches his head and gives you an apologetic smile.

“My partner here is less of a morning person so please forgive her mood. We just thought the test would work best at breakfast when it has the longest time to work and we have the most time to see how the effects linger.”

Your ears perk up as he talks. You were left in the dark what exactly you would be testing. You were reassured no permanent changes would be done and you would be safe the entire time. You signed out of a mix of curiosity and fascination with the purple brews. A branch of the guild mixing research with adventuring and focussing on drugs and potions of all kinds to be used and countered in the field.

“You don't know what you will be given. Right? That is necessary so you don't expect a certain physical or psychological effect, thus contaminating my data.”

The woman takes a sip of her black tea and rubs her temple. You simply nod and tell her you have no idea. A slight doubt creeps into your mind but both of them seem more than competent and experienced.

With a snap a big cloche gets brought in. The whiteclad researcher lifts it up and you see a mix of plates in front of you.

“Breakfast is served, please try to communicate any changes and feelings that happen as you eat. After this is all done we will have a follow up interview as well of course.”

You see a tea and a mix of breads. most of it covered in cheese and creams. Next to it is a big bowl of oats and a rice pudding. You are hungry, skipping your last night's dinner cause you were told to be able to have a decent breakfast for the test. Your stomach isn't fully empty but your mouth begins to water.

With a nervous look at the researcher you dig in, taking it slow you eat and drink. The man smiles and the grumpy face of the woman soon fades as she switches between observing you and noting things down.

The food is delicious, sweet and creamy pudding, a warm glass of milk and fresh bread. It tastes fantastic. You wonder what might be wrong with it. trying to savour and taste everything thoroughly to find something off about it. Soon you take a small break, talking to the researchers. Feeling normal mostly. As you talk, you keep eating.

“Everything you feel is normal. Just keep us informed if anything happens.”

The deep voice of the man is soothing and a warm shower runs down your back as he talks. You look at him and his tight shirt, a warm flash spreading from your stomach down between your legs. Blushing you squirm a bit embarrassed to say what you are feeling. Tearing your eyes away from him you try to focus on the woman. Her ample breasts, her sweet lips. She is super hot.

“Ohh really you think so thank you. I am flattered.”

You hold your hand in front of your mouth and turn beet red. Quickly shoveling some more food into your mouth to stop yourself from talking. Why did you say it out loud? You feel hot and bothered and you can't stop looking at the two sexy instructors. Meanwhile you can feel your panties slightly soaked from a warm constant arousal. You tell both of them what you are feeling.

“I see either a delayed effect or a decent amount due to being mixed with other food.”

The sexy woman jots it all down her hands gripping the pen smoothly. You find your lips curl to a smile and let out a little laugh. Drink the rest of the milk and eat as much as you can until you are full.

“You did well and we noticed some changes of course. Don't worry you are safe, we are in a safe space for you to feel what you are feeling.”

Fuck he is hot, you love how muscular he is, how his body barely fits in this formal outfit. Blushing again you notice you said your horny thoughts out loud. He smiles and laughs a bit, your own giggle leaking out of your mouth as well. The food thing gets taken away and soon you find yourself leaning on the table just looking at the two cuties in front of you.

“You seem chipper and more relaxed, any other effects.”

You look at the woman asking you and just dumbly smile before mentioning your soaked panties and hot body. She puts down her papers to write more things down and you stare at her rack. Grabbing your own tits you compare yours to hers. Giggling as you realize what you are doing. Still your hands squeeze and fondle yourself. It's hot in the room. You take your shirt off and your pants follow soon after.

You see the wet spot in your panties and give them a tug. Letting them slip between your wet pussylips. You want to feel just as sexy as the woman in front of you is. Maybe you could make that hunk of a man all swollen. You bet if his muscles show on the coat his cock would make an even nice bulge.

Without any shame you slip under the table and take a look at his pants. Still soft. Though even soft his cock makes such a nice bulge. And her legs are so sexy as well. Fuck you want to jerk off so badly. A giggle escapes your mouth again and you can see your poky nipples through your bra taking it off to be more comfy.

“You know why you are here correct?”

The deep voice of the man feels like your body is all tingly. Of course you do you were there for some test like stuff. Though a date would be so much better. You mean going out with such a sexy girl and such a hunk. Fuck you would totally love that. You coudö jsut skip the going out and skip straight through some fucking.

“Fantastic it seems like it's really working well.”

You have no idea what he is talking about but you love watching his lips move and each word makes you feel even hotter. Your hand snakes down between your legs and you start rubbing yourself. Fuck you know what you are hot girl as well. You have great tits and a nice pussy. All schlick and wet. If you just make him hard enough maybe he can stuff it inside you or the sexy bitch can put those pretty lips to work.

Sitting on the table your hand rubs and soon your fingers start digging inside you happy place. As you dig in your head clears a bit you want to feel embarrassed but as the first warm shower of bliss pulses through you your head turns nice and pink. A foggy cloudy giggly mess. Such a nice mess dripping onto the table from your gushing pussy.

You forget what you were doing and just focus on finger fucking your pretty pussy. Showing the two cuties how sexy you are. Giggling and staring at both of them imagining what you would like them to do. The first orgasm makes the fog even fluffier. Your head is an oozy mess as you pump your pussy. You hear yourself talk, confused but just letting that other voice take over.

“Look at the wet messy drippy slit, all warm and wet. Come on big guy just waiting for that pretty cock. Fuck me and your girly can join as well.” Your legs are spread wide open inviting the hunk inside but he just sits and writes stuff down. “Ugh, so boring with your writing and stuff. You really need to relax. Talking about relaxing my body is like really tasty and needy again.”

It is for sure your voice you hear but before you can worry about it, your finger once more begins to rub eagerly, your other hand starting to fondly your chest as you feel your nipples drip some milk. Licking the whitish liquid from your fingers you chuckle and cum again this time squirting from your tingly pussy and exposed tits.

The world fades into a warm mix of cumming giggling and inviting the two researchers to join. The table is soaked with milk and squirt. Giggling as another orgasm sends a shivering shower over your back.

You look over with a hazy dumb smile on your face as you see another person being brought in. The man is a fellow adventurer and with a warm smile you see a dumb docile grin on his face. His cock wagging in the air as you see his balls big and swollen dangling underneath him. .

“I got a playmate yay.”

The lights flicker and spin, as you look up at the smiling face of the dryad looking down at you.

“Greetings, I'm glad you finally woke up, you remember signing the waver. I doubt you do, well I'm still glad I got to pick you up and. Welcome to the purple brews. A branch of the guild focussing on poisons, drugs and aphrodisiacs.”

She smiles and tightens the bound on your wrists and ankles. Tightening a belt around your stomach. You try to focus your eyes but the world is spinning-

“Dont worry the effect such as amnesia and confusion are normal for your early training. The binds are for you own safety at first. We will loosen them slowly throughout your training. For now please focus on the orders the pleasure and your body. As much as you can feel of it at least.”

She pokes your stomach and laughs, it's true the signals from the poking lag behinds slowly trickling into your body. your brain slowly catching up. You look around tugging on the binds only for your vision to blur once more.

“You are currently under the effect of quite common Nymph wine. The effects are quite interesting; it's like being drunk but with more pronounced and varying effects. Don't worry you signed a waiver before we started and it's all for training so we monitor everything that happens.”

You try to remember how it started but it's a blur you only see the signed contract in her hand with clearly your own signature. After the effort of focusing on the paper in her hand your vision blurs again, a chuckle escapes your lips as you move your head trying to sharpen your view again. Your body feels a weird slight movement, a constant wobbling even as you lie down. Looking down you notice your rock hard cock sticking up. Only as you see it do you feel an overwhelming arousal wash over you.

“The wine tends to be overwhelming. It is sometimes used to extract multiple orgasms from someone without them fully noticing its effects need to be studied more which is why you are here.”

She takes a wet dripping plant leave and wraps it around your cock. The leaf begins to twist and move but you can only stare chuckling as you try to understand what she is talking about. After a few minutes of drifting and blinking your eyes to get used to the light above you. Then suddenly you shiver as you feel the wet warm tingling around your cock.

She strokes your echoing hand , dizzy and slightly relaxing into the tight ropes. You try to look down on your body but fall backwards before you can lift it. The room spins and the wetness on your lower body seems to grow. The woman chuckles and lays another sticky leaf around your cock.

“Its not time to look yet, it would influence the research and your training. Both things we can't have. Or do you want to have to do this whole thing again and again. We have a lot more drugs to test and learn about. You have a lot to learn.”

you rest again the room finally stops spinning as your head rests on the stretcher you are stuck on. A warm blissful pleasure spreads from your cock, it runs up your body and you can feel your hips hump the air, the warm sticky sap from the leaves spraying over your stomach. You clench and begin to shiver, but feel too dizzy to understand what is happening.

All you can do is stare at the dryad body as you buck your hips. Your eyes trail all over her and more warm jolts pierce through your body. Your arms struggle against the ropes once more as you try to reach out to touch the beautiful woman, only for her to lean down and hover her soft breasts and ass just out of reach.

“Interesting, seems like just the chase to feel even better increases arousal tenfold. But I have to worry about hydration.”

She turns around wiggling her hips to keep your eyes focussed on her, and away from your once more throbbing and pulsing cock. She turns around and carefully drips some water into your mouth, before pouring it slowly into your mouth, making sure you don't choke. The water is cooling and for the first time you feel some of the fog clearing from your head.

“Hmmm, it seems like the wine can be diluted even after consuming it. It might be possible to weaken the effect more with different potions. Very good insight.”

She pats your head and your toes curl. Then she finally takes off the leaves and sits down on your hand letting you grab her as she begins to explain.

“We noticed that the effect of the wine can often vanish more quickly when the subject sees what is happening to their lower body. That is probably why the wine also makes you focus more on the woman's body like you did. I know it will be intense and it's hard to look away from me. But I want you to look down now.”

You suddenly feel tense, you can barely pry your eyes off of her. You can't fully understand what she is talking about, too dizzy to be occupied by just staring and groping her body. She guides your gaze downward. You see your cock swollen bigger than ever before, your stomach legs and balls everything is covered in a thick layer of your own cum. White sticky and wet seed is still leaking out of your cock as you feel her soft ass.

“There it comes now you will learn why we tie you up.”

All at once you feel something swell from below. A feeling ripping up your spine. As it hits your brain your vision turns searingly white. Your body begins to spasm violently. The dryad quickly fixates your head and strokes your hair. You can barely feel it as more and more pleasure breaks over you. You are sure you have gone mad. Pulling and pushing against the ropes, curling your toes as each muscle in your body tenses.

“This is what about 10 orgasms feel like staggered all to hit at once. It might break you for a few weeks but don't worry it's considered guild business specifically for our branch.”

Her words seem far away as you see your cock once more explode in a fountain of more runny cum. You're not sure if it's squirting cumming or just pulsing. Your knees spasm and fan your cock. Your head can't move otherwise you would bang it against the stretcher for sure. You want to curl up but can't instead writhing in a puddle of your own ejaculate.

Bit by bit you feel the pleasure calm down only to be suddenly awoken again as you remember touching the dryad ass. Another load erupts, your cock going soft just leaking a dribbly stream of cum down your balls. Your stomach and chest are covered by your own cum as well. You can finally feel it all.

“You are handling it surprisingly well. More questions about the experience will be asked once you are coherent again, for now it isn't fully over I fear.”

Your eyes widen as your balls fully empty themselves. You feel exhausted, you don't think it's normal to produce this amount of cum. Confused and shivering your cock unable to go even semi hard as it keeps dripping.

“The wine stops most unnecessary bodily functions to focus on production of more semen. Actually it even stops some of the more helpful functions such as your brain as you could see and probably still notice.”

Your body stops tugging on the ropes falling down in your own mess. You want to say something but can't talk just by swallowing some more water the dryad lets you drink.

“You lost a lot of fluid, thirsty darling.”

After you finally stop spasming your heart beats fast. You try to sort your mind but it's a mess. Your body is sore, your thoughts wrapped in an exhausted haze. With embarrassment you can feel a wet warmth leak out. Wetting yourself in front of her. Your hands tug on the ropes to hide your cock but you cant hide, cant stop. Letting it all flow out.

“Ohhh someone got a bit overstimulated. That is totally normal, don't worry.”

You relax a bit and without any warning the world grows dark.

A few days later you wake up in a hospital tent. Your body is sore, covered in cold bandages soak in lotion. Your cock hands limp and as you try to move you feel how sensitive it is. The nurses come to help you and explain that it will take a bit and that the interview will happen a few days later. Assuring you that there won't be any long-term effects and further testing will commence mixed with more training.

The lights flicker and spin, as you look up at the smiling face of the dryad looking down at you.

“Greetings, I'm glad you finally woke up, you remember signing the waver. I doubt you do, well I'm still glad I got to pick you up and. Welcome to the purple brews. A branch of the guild focussing on poisons, drugs and aphrodisiacs.”

She smiles and tightens the bound on your wrists and ankles. Tightening a belt around your stomach. You try to focus your eyes but the world is spinning-

“Dont worry the effect such as amnesia and confusion are normal for your early training. The binds are for you own safety at first. We will loosen them slowly throughout your training. For now please focus on the orders the pleasure and your body. As much as you can feel of it at least.”

She pokes your stomach and laughs, it's true the signals from the poking lag behinds slowly trickling into your body. your brain slowly catching up. You look around tugging on the binds only for your vision to blur once more.

“You are currently under the effect of quite common Nymph wine. The effects are quite interesting; it's like being drunk but with more pronounced and varying effects. Don't worry you signed a waiver before we started and it's all for training so we monitor everything that happens.”

You try to remember how it started but it's a blur you only see the signed contract in her hand with clearly your own signature. After the effort of focusing on the paper in her hand your vision blurs again, a chuckle escapes your lips as you move your head trying to sharpen your view again. Your body feels a weird slight movement, a constant wobbling even as you lie down. Looking down you notice your rock hard cock sticking up. Only as you see it do you feel an overwhelming arousal wash over you.

“The wine tends to be overwhelming. It is sometimes used to extract multiple orgasms from someone without them fully noticing its effects need to be studied more which is why you are here.”

She takes a wet dripping plant leave and wraps it around your cock. The leaf begins to twist and move but you can only stare chuckling as you try to understand what she is talking about. After a few minutes of drifting and blinking your eyes to get used to the light above you. Then suddenly you shiver as you feel the wet warm tingling around your cock.

She strokes your echoing hand , dizzy and slightly relaxing into the tight ropes. You try to look down on your body but fall backwards before you can lift it. The room spins and the wetness on your lower body seems to grow. The woman chuckles and lays another sticky leaf around your cock.

“Its not time to look yet, it would influence the research and your training. Both things we can't have. Or do you want to have to do this whole thing again and again. We have a lot more drugs to test and learn about. You have a lot to learn.”

you rest again the room finally stops spinning as your head rests on the stretcher you are stuck on. A warm blissful pleasure spreads from your cock, it runs up your body and you can feel your hips hump the air, the warm sticky sap from the leaves spraying over your stomach. You clench and begin to shiver, but feel too dizzy to understand what is happening.

All you can do is stare at the dryad body as you buck your hips. Your eyes trail all over her and more warm jolts pierce through your body. Your arms struggle against the ropes once more as you try to reach out to touch the beautiful woman, only for her to lean down and hover her soft breasts and ass just out of reach.

“Interesting, seems like just the chase to feel even better increases arousal tenfold. But I have to worry about hydration.”

She turns around wiggling her hips to keep your eyes focussed on her, and away from your once more throbbing and pulsing cock. She turns around and carefully drips some water into your mouth, before pouring it slowly into your mouth, making sure you don't choke. The water is cooling and for the first time you feel some of the fog clearing from your head.

“Hmmm, it seems like the wine can be diluted even after consuming it. It might be possible to weaken the effect more with different potions. Very good insight.”

She pats your head and your toes curl. Then she finally takes off the leaves and sits down on your hand letting you grab her as she begins to explain.

“We noticed that the effect of the wine can often vanish more quickly when the subject sees what is happening to their lower body. That is probably why the wine also makes you focus more on the woman's body like you did. I know it will be intense and it's hard to look away from me. But I want you to look down now.”

You suddenly feel tense, you can barely pry your eyes off of her. You can't fully understand what she is talking about, too dizzy to be occupied by just staring and groping her body. She guides your gaze downward. You see your cock swollen bigger than ever before, your stomach legs and balls everything is covered in a thick layer of your own cum. White sticky and wet seed is still leaking out of your cock as you feel her soft ass.

“There it comes now you will learn why we tie you up.”

All at once you feel something swell from below. A feeling ripping up your spine. As it hits your brain your vision turns searingly white. Your body begins to spasm violently. The dryad quickly fixates your head and strokes your hair. You can barely feel it as more and more pleasure breaks over you. You are sure you have gone mad. Pulling and pushing against the ropes, curling your toes as each muscle in your body tenses.

“This is what about 10 orgasms feel like staggered all to hit at once. It might break you for a few weeks but don't worry it's considered guild business specifically for our branch.”

Her words seem far away as you see your cock once more explode in a fountain of more runny cum. You're not sure if it's squirting cumming or just pulsing. Your knees spasm and fan your cock. Your head can't move otherwise you would bang it against the stretcher for sure. You want to curl up but can't instead writhing in a puddle of your own ejaculate.

Bit by bit you feel the pleasure calm down only to be suddenly awoken again as you remember touching the dryad ass. Another load erupts, your cock going soft just leaking a dribbly stream of cum down your balls. Your stomach and chest are covered by your own cum as well. You can finally feel it all.

“You are handling it surprisingly well. More questions about the experience will be asked once you are coherent again, for now it isn't fully over I fear.”

Your eyes widen as your balls fully empty themselves. You feel exhausted, you don't think it's normal to produce this amount of cum. Confused and shivering your cock unable to go even semi hard as it keeps dripping.

“The wine stops most unnecessary bodily functions to focus on production of more semen. Actually it even stops some of the more helpful functions such as your brain as you could see and probably still notice.”

Your body stops tugging on the ropes falling down in your own mess. You want to say something but can't talk just by swallowing some more water the dryad lets you drink.

“You lost a lot of fluid, thirsty darling.”

After you finally stop spasming your heart beats fast. You try to sort your mind but it's a mess. Your body is sore, your thoughts wrapped in an exhausted haze. With embarrassment you can feel a wet warmth leak out. Wetting yourself in front of her. Your hands tug on the ropes to hide your cock but you cant hide, cant stop. Letting it all flow out.

“Ohhh someone got a bit overstimulated. That is totally normal, don't worry.”

You relax a bit and without any warning the world grows dark.

A few days later you wake up in a hospital tent. Your body is sore, covered in cold bandages soak in lotion. Your cock hands limp and as you try to move you feel how sensitive it is. The nurses come to help you and explain that it will take a bit and that the interview will happen a few days later. Assuring you that there won't be any long-term effects and further testing will commence mixed with more training.

Finding out that your relationship has been going downhill crept up in your everyday life, learning that the fire went out months ago hurts. When you learned that she was cheating though, you didn't know what to feel. You want to be angry, but most of all it leaves an empty and betrayed feeling inside your chest. With this feeling you look up at the colourful barsign “Pandora” is written there. Barely visible lights, almost unnoticeable in the bright daylight, keep blinking as you step inside the bar.

The inside is dark even at this time of day, a calm familiar place once or twice a week. Sometimes you come here with friends or coworkers, other times alone. She was with you before as well. Now it's just you and when you and her meet up after her “Worktrip” it will be only you for a while.

The bar is empty, the seats and small separated tables stand prepped for some of the regulars. For now it's too early for any of the usuals to come in, especially on a weekday. The owner of the bar leans over an ashtray, her eyes looking you up down as she takes another drag of the long thin cigarette. She told you before she wanted to quit, but who are you to judge..

Her eyes on you feel uncomfortable, you have been visiting regularly, even talked with her, She goes by Lav, but that seems to only be a nickname. Today you feel like the negativity surrounding you can be seen by the naked eye, especially by her. A glum aura, seeping out of every pore, not being studied by Lav’s discerning eyes

“You are early to visit sugar.”

She gives you a faint smile as she presses the cigarette into the ash, giving the bar a quick wipedown as you take your seat. She moves fast and smooth, clearing up the ashtray, getting ice and some glasses quickly stocked, before leaning down in front of you. Her dark skin is accentuated by a bright purple lipstick. Her calm eyes pierce through you.

“So what can I do you for?”

She playfully flicks her suspenders over her clean white shirt. Her eyes are still lingering on you. You don't know what to order, honestly you aren't even sure why you came here. It just felt like a better place than home, for the moment. As you rest your head on your hands with a sigh she slides over a small glass of ginger ale.

“Its on the house, if you want something alcoholic I will put it on your tab though. So what's wrong sugar?”

Her smile is small, ever since the two of you first talked she never put on a fake service worker smile. You remember when that topic came up a few months back she told you.

“This is my bar, why would I fake an emotion in my own place? That shit is for someone who has to please some corporate fat cat.”

You take a sip of the ale, slightly sharp with a hint of sweetness. The explanation that follows is bitter, trying not to get into too much you confide in the barkeep. It's almost laughably clichéd. Outside of some quiet hums and nods she just waits for you to finish.

You knew it had been tough between your girlfriend and yourself. Only about a year and the talking and time together had grown stale. You two lived in the same apartment, you ate together and sometimes went out with friends. You two had sex maybe once a week at most. It had been rough, but that didnt mean her lying about worktrips to fuck one her ex school friends hurt any less.

Maybe if she didn't forget her work notebook you wouldn't have found out. Maybe it would have been better, than to be told that there weren't any work trips for months, when you called her coworker. Maybe you wanted to trust her if you didn't find that the guy she had been cheating on you with lived in the same damn town. And maybe it would have been easier if he kept his profile private. You wouldn't have seen the picks of the two of them relaxing in his bed, every few weeks over the last months.

Your words spill out over the bar, a lump in your throat as you let your sorrows gush out. Maybe you just wanted to complain, to sort out your head before she comes back and you can end the relationship, either way your glass is almost empty when you finally stop talking. Not even sure if half the shit you said made sense, at some point it all just came out of you. All that sadness, your grief, anger, frustration, disappointment. This emptiness now followed by that last sip of tart, sharp, sweet ginger ale.

“Well I wouldn't say you should look at the bottom of a bottle, but this is a bar so a drink for the talk might be appropriate.” She fills two glasses with a clear spirit and hands you one. “Heres to forgotten notebooks.”

She downs the drink and you do the same. It burns slightly as it goes down, clearing up the lump that formed in your throat.

“You know sugar, I think you can find better, I mean this whole thing sucks for sure but its not like she was the one. At least it doesn't seem like it to me, given the circumstances.” She lets out a deep raspy laugh. "After all there's always the next try and the one after and the one after.”

As Lav talks she sorts through some bottles stacking them neatly one by one at her own mixing station.

“By the way, the therapy session I will put on your tab as well. I know you pay your dues but this will take a bit to be paid. Tell ya what. Honestly I saw her, when you first brought her here, handsome. You ask me, she wasn't any good even back then. Pretty girl maybe, but not much else. Seems like she not only lacked style but also lacked decency.”

You hear the heavy entrance door ache, as one of the locals steps in. Taking a seat in the far off corner. A big table separated by a pair of red velvet curtains. She grabs a beer and brings it to him. Her hand grips the lighter as she settles back behind the counter and she takes out another one of her self rolled cigarettes, already lighting it up as she smiles at you and asks.

“Mind if I smoke?” She doesn't wait for your answer, she would never. “You know we each have our vices some we cant change or dont want to change. But what that bitch did, come one.” She blows a puff a smoke in your face. “Its not like you cant find another better fuck or better character out there.”

She holds the cigarette with two fingers and turns it around the lipstick marks still on the paper. You take a careful drag, coughing as her laugh once more echoes through the almost empty bar.

“Tell you what hun, now you also cheated. Pettiness isn't always the answer but who cares about that right now. You gave me an indirect kiss of sugar. Don't act like that is nothing.”

You blush some of your frustration fading away. A few people come in, the backside table now full with a couple of older men playing a round of cards. Each of them sipping on their beer, now and again the loser orders a round of whisky or rum for the 5 of them.

You order a beer, glaring at the cinders falling down into the ashtray. The smoke was harsh in your lungs but the taste on your lips lingers, almost sweet. Lav stands there, softly taking a few more drags of her cigarette.

“You know I too have my vices. I wanted to quit a while ago, but decided to only do it on special occasions before or after work. But that isn't my only vice.” She pulls you close and presses her lips on yours. A short intense kiss. “Cheer up sugar and you know what about your tab. Follow me.”

She guides you behind the bar and into a storage room. Her long legs appear behind the counter as she pulls you behind her. The rooms look like a mix of a broom closet and a lost and found. Clothes and bottles all stuck on shelves. She takes out a pair of pants and a dress shirt, holding them up just to measure if they would fit and throws them to you.

“You will help me out today and I will make it worth your while.” The first time in her life you see a wide smile on her face. “You really need the dressup you came in looking like a sad lost dog.”

She leaves the room, grabbing a small bag as she leaves. You stand there with the clothes in your hands, you should probably go, but there is a tingling at the back of your neck. A curiosity that beckons you to see where this goes. It's petty that you enjoyed her kiss, or was it. A deep breath and you put the clothes on, they are almost a bit too tight but after a short struggle, you fit into them.

As you step out only a handful of people seem to have stumbled in from the street. Two couples sit on a table and a nightshift worker seems to be prepping for a boring shift with a beer. Lav is smoothly gliding over the floor bringing out snacks and drinks. You watch her for a bit, until she gestures for you to come.

“Well look at you I knew it would be a tight fit.” Her hand slides down your body. “But that is just how I like it.”

She hands you a tray and sends you towards the card player, giving you a firm slap on your ass. You feel yourself blush, the awkward feeling mixing with the idea that you technically are still in a relationship. Technically, until you break it off. You serve the men who don't even look up from their game and make your way back quickly. Wanting to complain to Lav only gets interrupted by a firm grip between your legs. Her hand cupping your balls as she looks into your eyes.

“No complaining, you didn't have to put it on you know. You could always walk away.” Her hot breath smells like a mix of smoke and her sweet scented lipstick. “Now dont worry we dont have a rushhour and if you behave I will close up early and you can get your reward for being a sweet obedient boy sugar. Don't worry about her, blame it on me if you want. Or blame it on your own need to feel better and get over that bitch.”

She takes her hand away, letting you cross your legs a bit. For a moment you think about going, maybe it is a mistake. Then you grab the next tray she hands you and obediently carry it to the couples table. The pairs are young. Maybe just about able to enjoy a drink. One side can't take their eyes off one another as the other two somewhat awkwardly try to keep a conversation going.

Heading back Lav blows you a kiss.

“Well done, good sugar darling.”

She pulls you behind the bar, putting you up to some simple tasks. Guiding you as her hands keep prodding and caressing you as she explains. You soon find your cock achingly stiff in the tight pants. Luckily the clear imprint is hidden underneath the shiny counter. She teaches you how to prep a few simple drinks pressing her breasts against your back as she gives you some pointers. As a new customer steps in she takes his order and then gives you an expectant look.

“I hope my helper can fulfill your order, of course since he is new, the first one is on the house.”

You do your best to mix the very simple drink, almost knocking over a bottle, luckily instead you just spill some ice on the floor.

“Get it together, I will get it and you make sure to not embarrass me okay sugar.” She ducks down, fully out of sight of the customer and starts collecting the ice. Lav comes back up with a smile only to dip down again.

“Whoops, it seems like I missed something. Let me help you real quick.”

She slides up her hand quickly unzipping your pants. Your half erect cock quickly grows as hard as it can, trying to fill the newly made space making your underwear bulge through the zipper. She gives it a playful push with her tongue. Your face turns a deep red but hopefully it's not noticeable in the dim light of the bar. You hand the drink to the customer who finds a comfortable place a bit further away.

As he finally leaves Lav has already pushed your underwear to the side letting your cock stick out giving it a few kisses with a sultry quiet chuckle. Her lips leave a few purple marks all over your cock, as you do your best to keep your legs steady. After a few soft licks she gets up and grabs a few beers. Leaning next to your ear she bites your earlobe playfully and whispers.

“Dont you dare get soft, keep stroking while I serve the people.”

Your hand moves down and you begin tugging and stroking as hidden as you can. Watching Lav walk around you stare at her body. Her dark smooth skin, bright eyes. Toned legs and incredible ass. You look at her chest, her neck, even her feet and just find yourself pumping away.

She comes back licking your neck as she praises you.

“I love to see you embrace your own infidelity, your own little piece of pettiness. A piece of heaven I'm providing you.”

The table of card players leave. The bar is quiet; the table with the two couples has turned into a more intense make out session while the two other guests calmly sip on their drinks. And Lav once more plays with your stiff dripping cock. Licking up the precum sucking it out as her tongue smoothly circles your crown. Keep just the tip inside as she cups your balls inside the pants. You steady yourself on the counter and bury your face into your hands.

You stifle your moans the best you can, sending off one of the other guests. You see one of the couples leave for the toilet, no doubt about what will happen. You think about telling Lav about it but she is quite too busy pushing you closer and closer to filling her mouth. She easily sucks and flicks her tongue against your tip. Your legs almost give out as she gives your churning balls one big squeeze.

Your cum gushes out and into her warm mouth. Mixing with her spit into a warm mix that coats your cock. She makes sure to not swallow instead sucking as much cum out as she can. Her tongue makes sure your sensitive tip keeps tingling and gushing. Then she pulls your cock out and before you can react, with a shock on your face you see her pull out her phone. Taking a pic of her mouth drooling cum all over your cock. The flash makes you look up, worried that someone might have noticed, but the bar is quiet. The couple who was left at the table has gone.

Your legs shake and Lav comes back up wiping some of the cum from her lips, reapplying a layer of lipstick. She shows off the mess you made before swallowing. Proudly waving her phone as she lets you look at the pic she took.

“Now I have proof well, I mean it's just a cock you could always deny anything happened.” She takes a sip of beer and kisses you making you drink it. “You are lucky I'm in a good mood, otherwise I would have let you tasted yourself. Though I have to say you seemed quite pent up. Ever considered that maybe you and your bitch just didn't satisfy each other enough. Either way you did good sugar.”

She gives you a firm slap on the ass and laughs as the couple comes from the toilet. She is blushing and he is stumbling a bit. She looks at the two and beckons them over.

“Seems like your friends dipped and left you with the tab, so who is paying and I better hope you used protection.”

She hands you a lighter and pulls out a cigarette. You light her cigarette and can read in her face how much she enjoys seeing the couple squirm in front of her as she takes his creditcard, swiping it with a wide grin.

Sending the two off she pulls you by the collar from behind the bar, leaving your messy cock exposed as she locks up for the night. The time had flown by for sure, now you just stare at her excited, nervous, maybe a bit scared seeing that wide smile again.

“So shift is over, you can take your work clothes off and dont worry you will get your reward same as I will get mine.”

She pushes you on to a table kissing you letting her spit mix with the taste of the smoke she fills your lungs with. No coughing this time just enjoying her tongue pushing into your mouth, as she slips your pants off.

“Follow me upstairs, let's make it a night worth remembering. A night of vices and lust.”

She grips your balls and your cock who just calmed down from the previous orgasm immediately springs up again.

“You really are helpless sugar. Just listen to me and you will forget about your little girly soon. Now follow and be obedient for me.”

Finding out that your relationship has been going downhill crept up in your everyday life, learning that the fire went out months ago hurts. When you learned that she was cheating though, you didn't know what to feel. You want to be angry, but most of all it leaves an empty and betrayed feeling inside your chest. With this feeling you look up at the colourful barsign “Pandora” is written there. Barely visible lights, almost unnoticeable in the bright daylight, keep blinking as you step inside the bar.

The inside is dark even at this time of day, a calm familiar place once or twice a week. Sometimes you come here with friends or coworkers, other times alone. She was with you before as well. Now it's just you and when you and her meet up after her “Worktrip” it will be only you for a while.

The bar is empty, the seats and small separated tables stand prepped for some of the regulars. For now it's too early for any of the usuals to come in, especially on a weekday. The owner of the bar leans over an ashtray, her eyes looking you up down as she takes another drag of the long thin cigarette. She told you before she wanted to quit, but who are you to judge..

Her eyes on you feel uncomfortable, you have been visiting regularly, even talked with her, She goes by Lav, but that seems to only be a nickname. Today you feel like the negativity surrounding you can be seen by the naked eye, especially by her. A glum aura, seeping out of every pore, not being studied by Lav’s discerning eyes

“You are early to visit sugar.”

She gives you a faint smile as she presses the cigarette into the ash, giving the bar a quick wipedown as you take your seat. She moves fast and smooth, clearing up the ashtray, getting ice and some glasses quickly stocked, before leaning down in front of you. Her dark skin is accentuated by a bright purple lipstick. Her calm eyes pierce through you.

“So what can I do you for?”

She playfully flicks her suspenders over her clean white shirt. Her eyes are still lingering on you. You don't know what to order, honestly you aren't even sure why you came here. It just felt like a better place than home, for the moment. As you rest your head on your hands with a sigh she slides over a small glass of ginger ale.

“Its on the house, if you want something alcoholic I will put it on your tab though. So what's wrong sugar?”

Her smile is small, ever since the two of you first talked she never put on a fake service worker smile. You remember when that topic came up a few months back she told you.

“This is my bar, why would I fake an emotion in my own place? That shit is for someone who has to please some corporate fat cat.”

You take a sip of the ale, slightly sharp with a hint of sweetness. The explanation that follows is bitter, trying not to get into too much you confide in the barkeep. It's almost laughably clichéd. Outside of some quiet hums and nods she just waits for you to finish.

You knew it had been tough between your girlfriend and yourself. Only about a year and the talking and time together had grown stale. You two lived in the same apartment, you ate together and sometimes went out with friends. You two had sex maybe once a week at most. It had been rough, but that didnt mean her lying about worktrips to fuck one her ex school friends hurt any less.

Maybe if she didn't forget her work notebook you wouldn't have found out. Maybe it would have been better, than to be told that there weren't any work trips for months, when you called her coworker. Maybe you wanted to trust her if you didn't find that the guy she had been cheating on you with lived in the same damn town. And maybe it would have been easier if he kept his profile private. You wouldn't have seen the picks of the two of them relaxing in his bed, every few weeks over the last months.

Your words spill out over the bar, a lump in your throat as you let your sorrows gush out. Maybe you just wanted to complain, to sort out your head before she comes back and you can end the relationship, either way your glass is almost empty when you finally stop talking. Not even sure if half the shit you said made sense, at some point it all just came out of you. All that sadness, your grief, anger, frustration, disappointment. This emptiness now followed by that last sip of tart, sharp, sweet ginger ale.

“Well I wouldn't say you should look at the bottom of a bottle, but this is a bar so a drink for the talk might be appropriate.” She fills two glasses with a clear spirit and hands you one. “Heres to forgotten notebooks.”

She downs the drink and you do the same. It burns slightly as it goes down, clearing up the lump that formed in your throat.

“You know sugar, I think you can find better, I mean this whole thing sucks for sure but its not like she was the one. At least it doesn't seem like it to me, given the circumstances.” She lets out a deep raspy laugh. "After all there's always the next try and the one after and the one after.”

As Lav talks she sorts through some bottles stacking them neatly one by one at her own mixing station.

“By the way, the therapy session I will put on your tab as well. I know you pay your dues but this will take a bit to be paid. Tell ya what. Honestly I saw her, when you first brought her here, handsome. You ask me, she wasn't any good even back then. Pretty girl maybe, but not much else. Seems like she not only lacked style but also lacked decency.”

You hear the heavy entrance door ache, as one of the locals steps in. Taking a seat in the far off corner. A big table separated by a pair of red velvet curtains. She grabs a beer and brings it to him. Her hand grips the lighter as she settles back behind the counter and she takes out another one of her self rolled cigarettes, already lighting it up as she smiles at you and asks.

“Mind if I smoke?” She doesn't wait for your answer, she would never. “You know we each have our vices some we cant change or dont want to change. But what that bitch did, come one.” She blows a puff a smoke in your face. “Its not like you cant find another better fuck or better character out there.”

She holds the cigarette with two fingers and turns it around the lipstick marks still on the paper. You take a careful drag, coughing as her laugh once more echoes through the almost empty bar.

“Tell you what hun, now you also cheated. Pettiness isn't always the answer but who cares about that right now. You gave me an indirect kiss of sugar. Don't act like that is nothing.”

You blush some of your frustration fading away. A few people come in, the backside table now full with a couple of older men playing a round of cards. Each of them sipping on their beer, now and again the loser orders a round of whisky or rum for the 5 of them.

You order a beer, glaring at the cinders falling down into the ashtray. The smoke was harsh in your lungs but the taste on your lips lingers, almost sweet. Lav stands there, softly taking a few more drags of her cigarette.

“You know I too have my vices. I wanted to quit a while ago, but decided to only do it on special occasions before or after work. But that isn't my only vice.” She pulls you close and presses her lips on yours. A short intense kiss. “Cheer up sugar and you know what about your tab. Follow me.”

She guides you behind the bar and into a storage room. Her long legs appear behind the counter as she pulls you behind her. The rooms look like a mix of a broom closet and a lost and found. Clothes and bottles all stuck on shelves. She takes out a pair of pants and a dress shirt, holding them up just to measure if they would fit and throws them to you.

“You will help me out today and I will make it worth your while.” The first time in her life you see a wide smile on her face. “You really need the dressup you came in looking like a sad lost dog.”

She leaves the room, grabbing a small bag as she leaves. You stand there with the clothes in your hands, you should probably go, but there is a tingling at the back of your neck. A curiosity that beckons you to see where this goes. It's petty that you enjoyed her kiss, or was it. A deep breath and you put the clothes on, they are almost a bit too tight but after a short struggle, you fit into them.

As you step out only a handful of people seem to have stumbled in from the street. Two couples sit on a table and a nightshift worker seems to be prepping for a boring shift with a beer. Lav is smoothly gliding over the floor bringing out snacks and drinks. You watch her for a bit, until she gestures for you to come.

“Well look at you I knew it would be a tight fit.” Her hand slides down your body. “But that is just how I like it.”

She hands you a tray and sends you towards the card player, giving you a firm slap on your ass. You feel yourself blush, the awkward feeling mixing with the idea that you technically are still in a relationship. Technically, until you break it off. You serve the men who don't even look up from their game and make your way back quickly. Wanting to complain to Lav only gets interrupted by a firm grip between your legs. Her hand cupping your balls as she looks into your eyes.

“No complaining, you didn't have to put it on you know. You could always walk away.” Her hot breath smells like a mix of smoke and her sweet scented lipstick. “Now dont worry we dont have a rushhour and if you behave I will close up early and you can get your reward for being a sweet obedient boy sugar. Don't worry about her, blame it on me if you want. Or blame it on your own need to feel better and get over that bitch.”

She takes her hand away, letting you cross your legs a bit. For a moment you think about going, maybe it is a mistake. Then you grab the next tray she hands you and obediently carry it to the couples table. The pairs are young. Maybe just about able to enjoy a drink. One side can't take their eyes off one another as the other two somewhat awkwardly try to keep a conversation going.

Heading back Lav blows you a kiss.

“Well done, good sugar darling.”

She pulls you behind the bar, putting you up to some simple tasks. Guiding you as her hands keep prodding and caressing you as she explains. You soon find your cock achingly stiff in the tight pants. Luckily the clear imprint is hidden underneath the shiny counter. She teaches you how to prep a few simple drinks pressing her breasts against your back as she gives you some pointers. As a new customer steps in she takes his order and then gives you an expectant look.

“I hope my helper can fulfill your order, of course since he is new, the first one is on the house.”

You do your best to mix the very simple drink, almost knocking over a bottle, luckily instead you just spill some ice on the floor.

“Get it together, I will get it and you make sure to not embarrass me okay sugar.” She ducks down, fully out of sight of the customer and starts collecting the ice. Lav comes back up with a smile only to dip down again.

“Whoops, it seems like I missed something. Let me help you real quick.”

She slides up her hand quickly unzipping your pants. Your half erect cock quickly grows as hard as it can, trying to fill the newly made space making your underwear bulge through the zipper. She gives it a playful push with her tongue. Your face turns a deep red but hopefully it's not noticeable in the dim light of the bar. You hand the drink to the customer who finds a comfortable place a bit further away.

As he finally leaves Lav has already pushed your underwear to the side letting your cock stick out giving it a few kisses with a sultry quiet chuckle. Her lips leave a few purple marks all over your cock, as you do your best to keep your legs steady. After a few soft licks she gets up and grabs a few beers. Leaning next to your ear she bites your earlobe playfully and whispers.

“Dont you dare get soft, keep stroking while I serve the people.”

Your hand moves down and you begin tugging and stroking as hidden as you can. Watching Lav walk around you stare at her body. Her dark smooth skin, bright eyes. Toned legs and incredible ass. You look at her chest, her neck, even her feet and just find yourself pumping away.

She comes back licking your neck as she praises you.

“I love to see you embrace your own infidelity, your own little piece of pettiness. A piece of heaven I'm providing you.”

The table of card players leave. The bar is quiet; the table with the two couples has turned into a more intense make out session while the two other guests calmly sip on their drinks. And Lav once more plays with your stiff dripping cock. Licking up the precum sucking it out as her tongue smoothly circles your crown. Keep just the tip inside as she cups your balls inside the pants. You steady yourself on the counter and bury your face into your hands.

You stifle your moans the best you can, sending off one of the other guests. You see one of the couples leave for the toilet, no doubt about what will happen. You think about telling Lav about it but she is quite too busy pushing you closer and closer to filling her mouth. She easily sucks and flicks her tongue against your tip. Your legs almost give out as she gives your churning balls one big squeeze.

Your cum gushes out and into her warm mouth. Mixing with her spit into a warm mix that coats your cock. She makes sure to not swallow instead sucking as much cum out as she can. Her tongue makes sure your sensitive tip keeps tingling and gushing. Then she pulls your cock out and before you can react, with a shock on your face you see her pull out her phone. Taking a pic of her mouth drooling cum all over your cock. The flash makes you look up, worried that someone might have noticed, but the bar is quiet. The couple who was left at the table has gone.

Your legs shake and Lav comes back up wiping some of the cum from her lips, reapplying a layer of lipstick. She shows off the mess you made before swallowing. Proudly waving her phone as she lets you look at the pic she took.

“Now I have proof well, I mean it's just a cock you could always deny anything happened.” She takes a sip of beer and kisses you making you drink it. “You are lucky I'm in a good mood, otherwise I would have let you tasted yourself. Though I have to say you seemed quite pent up. Ever considered that maybe you and your bitch just didn't satisfy each other enough. Either way you did good sugar.”

She gives you a firm slap on the ass and laughs as the couple comes from the toilet. She is blushing and he is stumbling a bit. She looks at the two and beckons them over.

“Seems like your friends dipped and left you with the tab, so who is paying and I better hope you used protection.”

She hands you a lighter and pulls out a cigarette. You light her cigarette and can read in her face how much she enjoys seeing the couple squirm in front of her as she takes his creditcard, swiping it with a wide grin.

Sending the two off she pulls you by the collar from behind the bar, leaving your messy cock exposed as she locks up for the night. The time had flown by for sure, now you just stare at her excited, nervous, maybe a bit scared seeing that wide smile again.

“So shift is over, you can take your work clothes off and dont worry you will get your reward same as I will get mine.”

She pushes you on to a table kissing you letting her spit mix with the taste of the smoke she fills your lungs with. No coughing this time just enjoying her tongue pushing into your mouth, as she slips your pants off.

“Follow me upstairs, let's make it a night worth remembering. A night of vices and lust.”

She grips your balls and your cock who just calmed down from the previous orgasm immediately springs up again.

“You really are helpless sugar. Just listen to me and you will forget about your little girly soon. Now follow and be obedient for me.”