Page 7 of Shameful Addictions

“You gotta know what a vibrator is,” the second man laughed aloud. “It’s already on. Turn up the speed. See who you’ve got.”

A shiver passed through her body and she nearly threw the thing across the room, right at the hapless girls wriggling around on the couch. They were all tangled up together, their limbs tossed together, forming a mass of sexual degradation. Their hair was tossed all over, draped over the back of the couch and sticking to their sweat-slicked bosom.

Charlotte’s vision narrowed down to the size of a pin and her legs turned to noodles beneath her. She grabbed out at a chair and supported herself against it while the world whirled and spiraled around her. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can,” the second man said. “You got a V.I.P. card. You can do anything you want. Just push the button. You’ll be so glad you did.”

Charlotte shook her head vehemently.

“Too much for her?” suggested a third man Charlotte couldn’t see. Through the tunnel of her vision, all she could see was the girls on the couch. She couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

“Push the button. You wouldn’t be back here if you didn’t want to.”

A soft murmur ran through the room, a cultlike chanting imploring Charlotte to push the button, push the button, push the button. The cadence of the chant began to line up with the bucking and thrusting of the girls as they bucked on their various toys, writhed their hips around the objects buried inside them. It was all so hypnotizing.

Charlotte flexed her fingers around the remote, found the two buttons, slightly raised from the rest of the remote like nipples on a flat chest. Something sinister was going on here and it frightened her. The exterior cuteness combined with this sickening underbelly, and Mamba’s involvement in the girls’ lives. Mamba prepared them for this, inundated them with what he wanted to learn. He molded them like putty, played them like instruments.

Their lives were ruined.

How far did the ruination go? How deeply had Mamba corrupted them?

The controller in her hand had to be a prop to get the men to think they were involved. Charlotte could see no reason why even someone as cold-blooded and manipulative as Mamba would give that much power to his customers.

It’s all about power. Giving men the power to use women as they see fit.

She had to know.

She could have wept from the dreadful curiosity filling her mind. She could have left at any time, but before she left she had to know how deep the rabbit hole went.

Like a hapless rodent wandering down a tunnel, knowing a predator awaited at the end, Charlotte found the speed button with her thumb. She pushed it. The remote buzzed in her hand, and again she almost threw it.

And then she did drop it, as one of the girls on the couch let out a piercing shriek. It was the girl in the direct middle of the couch. She grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and the cushion beneath her bared ass with the other. She lifted her ass up and thrust her pelvis forward, grinding on the air, thrusting herself on an invisible prick. Her slit jiggled, her entire vulva quivering from the force of the vibration coming from inside her. Rocking her head back, she let out another loud cry and continued to buck at the air.

“More!” the girl moaned. “More!”

Charlotte put her hand to her mouth, horrified, feeling like she had been punched in the stomach, stabbed in the eyes. She recognized that voice. She hadn’t been able to tell from so far away, with all the girls being around the same age, with the same slutty silver-blonde hair, but that voice confirmed it. That deep, lusty yell came from the throat of Katerina, the cat-girl.

Murmurs of approval ran around the audience. Someone picked up the remote and put it in Charlotte’s hand again, curling her fingers around it.

“More!” Katerina howled, practically out of her mind with her body’s consuming need.

Charlotte groaned with horror and pushed the button again, for her research.

Katerina squealed and arched her back, her legs splayed wide so they crossed over the top of the legs of the girls on either side of her. Her labia was swollen, her nub engorged and erect. Every intricate detail of her inner crevices were on display, spread so far apart that Charlotte could even see the end of the vibrator buzzing around in her. Spasms went through the girl, making her limbs jump. Her tight muscles pulsated, clenched hard around the toy. She was an earthquake, an eruption of eagerness and impatience just waiting to happen.

Unable to stand any longer, Charlotte dropped down into the chair she’d been leaning on. She felt like weeping as she pushed the button again, sending the vibration speed rocketing up another notch. How many more were there left to cycle through until she came back to the initial setting, the lowest one?

Katerina dragged her nails on the material of the couch, leaving gouges. She began to thrust up and down, tits bouncing all over the place. Her eyes clenched shut, her mouth dragging open as gasps and groans pulsed from her throat. A trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth; pleasure had rendered her near-comatose. Charlotte could tell the girl wasn’t thinking, that it was only her body reacting to stimulus. She refused to believe anything else. No person in their right mind would go through such a thing. This level of sexual deviancy, the pleasure associated with it, it had to be excruciating and painful.

Her own sex organs twinged with sympathy for the poor girl.

Charlotte slammed her thumb on the button twice more in rapid succession, searching for the end of the cycle.

Katerina screamed and plunged both hands between her legs, sliding her fingers over lower lips, through her folds. She rubbed spasmodically, all fine motor control having escaped her.

In desperation, Charlotte pressed the button another time, but there seemed to be no end to how high the vibration could go.

“I’m gonna… ahh!” Katerina purred.

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