The Exes

Conspiracy

None of it would have been possible without Mitch. Mitch was a fucking brain, and Mitch had access to the weird shit. It wasn't just weird, though. It was frightening. And when Kelly pitched the general idea of "revenge" she couldn't have been more shocked at what Mitch came up with.

Being dumped for some little goody-goody blonde with tiny tits was not how Kelly imagined her relationship would end. In fact, she hadn't imagined it ending at all. She'd envisioned marrying Michael, being part of his old money family, and living a life of ease as a trophy wife. She wasn't a blonde, but she was stacked and she knew how to spend money on the finer things. She was also the kind of slut in bed that kept most men hooked.

Michael, though, wasn't like most men. While Kelly's looks and hot-in-the-sack attitude had kept him hooked at first, it became clear that it wasn't going to be a long-term thing. He'd let her down in that, "it's me, not you," way that he doubtless thought was sweet. Kelly, however, hadn't thought it was sweet. It was infuriating.

Fast forward only a few weeks and she'd run into him with some prissy blonde twig on heels, her arm in his, and they were sharing a sickening giggle-fest. Kelly cried as she ran the four blocks back to her apartment and seethed over it ever since. It wasn't fair. Some willowy stick in pink heels had stolen the future that should have been hers.

Mitch, once Michael's closest friend, had his own axe to grind. Because Mitch had been dumped by that same willowy stick of a woman, and now she was doting on Michael. For Mitch, it had broken so many bro codes that it was unforgivable. Thus, when Kelly sat with him at the bar one evening, commiserating over their shared woes, Mitch took her vague idea of revenge and turned it into an actual plan. And it was the kind of plan that made Kelly grateful that Mitch was on her side.

***

Containment

Everything was wrong. Michael came around slowly, with a head that felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. Even the plain white room he sat in was hard to process at first. Several minutes passed before he was aware enough to realize just how wrong things were.

His limbs were immobile, and when he moved his aching head, he found his wrists and legs bound to a weird chair. The air was heavy with a sweet-smelling odor. He was naked. This last became apparent when he felt the pleasure around his cock, where some kind of weird contraption that resembled a pocket pussy was wrapped around his prick. Of more immediate concern, however, was the one in his mouth, which was steadily dripping a honey-sweet liquid onto his tongue. The final concern was something vibrating in his ass. In short, everything was wrong.

Michael struggled against the bonds and mumbled around the weird pussy-shaped gag in his mouth, but there was no getting free. Maybe there was, but his head was so thick that it was hard to think. None of it made sense. Other than the hiss of the strange-smelling air, everything was silent in the empty room.

The first new sound came minutes later, and Michael hardly heard it over the beating of his heart. It was a soft hiss of an air-tight seal opening behind him. Then the click-clack of a pair of heels on a hard floor drew closer. Michael couldn't turn his head far enough around to see who it was, but a moment later he didn't have to.

He mumbled Kelly's name through the gag as his ex-girlfriend stepped into view. Why was she wearing a facemask?

"Hello, Michael," Kelly said.

Michael groaned and mumbled several questions, none of which came out with any clarity. Kelly laughed at his attempt.

"I'm going to answer all of your questions," she said. "Kind of like the villain giving a monologue about his diabolical plot to the hero. Only in this scenario, you're the villain, Michael."

Michael furrowed his brows, confused.

"You pushed me aside for some… nobody!" Kelly snapped. "And you fucked over your best friend in the process. You're a piece of shit, Michael."

Michael flushed. He wasn't going to deny it. It wasn't like he'd enjoyed hurting Kelly, and he certainly hadn't wanted to alienate Mitch. The heart wanted what it wanted, though, and Michael had wanted Marie. He could sympathize with Kelly, but it had been his life and his choice. Kelly wasn't that choice.

"Don't worry, Michael," Kelly said and stroked his cheek. "Mitch and I are going to fix you. You, Marie, and your whole family. In a couple of days, it will be like we never broke up at all!"

Michael stared dumbly. Did she think kidnapping him and tying him to a chair would somehow convince him they should hook back up?

"I can see you don't understand," Kelly said. "But you will. Let me explain…"

***

Marie fought back tears and tried to think through the fog in her head and the hammering of her heart. It was all wrong. She should be waking up in bed, next to Michael. Instead, she'd woken up to a nightmare.

The chair she was strapped into was uncomfortable and metal. It was made infinitely worse by her nudity, and the three vibrating cocks stuffed into her mouth, ass, and pussy. A sickly sweet odor permeated the air. Was that the source of the brainfog? Had she been drugged?

A soft hiss from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps made her jerk her head around, but it wouldn't move far enough to see. A second later, a familiar face hovered in front of her wavering vision.

"Mth?" Marie mumbled around the fat dildo lodged in her mouth.

Her ex-boyfriend put his hands on his hips and grinned. Rather, Marie assumed he grinned. Mitch wore a facemask, so it was impossible to tell, but there were smile lines around his eyes.

"Hello, Marie," Mitch said as casually as if they'd met on the street. "Do try to stay calm. Good things are coming for us."

Marie blinked in question.

"You know," Mitch said and the smile lines disappeared. "You were kind of a cunt to me, hooking up with my buddy and all."

That's what this was about? Mitch was mad about a breakup, and he'd kidnapped her?

"But after this weekend, you'll be fixed," Mitch went on. "You remember that company I work for? BimboTec? The place you thought was… a little weird? Well, there's some new shit we've cooked up in the lab. Really crazy shit. That's some of what's pumping into this room right now. Smells nice, huh?"

Marie shook her head and tugged at the restraints.

Mitch's smile lines returned. "It's got a complicated name, but we just call it bimbo gas. It makes you kinda stupid and horny. Oh, also open to suggestions. When I leave, you'll go through a special subliminal messaging program that will fix you right up."

Marie pleaded incomprehensibly around the dildo gag.

"No can do, babe," Mitch said with a shrug. "I'm pretty committed to this. So is Kelly."

Marie screamed around the gag and pulled at the restraints again, but she was so tired.

"Oh, yeah. That was what I forgot to mention. Kelly's in another room with Michael. We also invited your whole family. And his. Everyone's got their program, and by the end of this, you'll all be fixed. Anywho, I'm gonna step out. Things will get a little weird, but in a couple of days, you'll thank me."

Mitch patted her on the head and walked past her. Marie shrieked around the gag until the sound of the door shutting with a sickening finality came from behind. A moment later, calming music began to play. The vibrating dildos shoved in her holes vibrated more rigorously, and suction cups on her tits began to suck at her nipples. Marie groaned at the unwanted pleasure, unable to do anything but breathe in the gas and listen to the music.