Hypnotizing the Goth Siren

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The seats of the Graves Memorial Auditorium were empty. But the stage was occupied by four dour figures. They stood at their places in stoic silence. Then up in the front at the microphone, the singer gave a signal with a quick flick of her wrist.

A beat began from the kick drum at the back. Low, slow, like a death knell.

The beat crept along, building a dreadful anticipation. When the time was right, the guitar screeched to life. In came a raspy, haunting riff.

Enough momentum was established. Any crowd that would have been listening would have been biting their nails.

The singer raised her head and brought her lips into kissing range of the mic. In a wispy yet authoritative voice, one that would have been at home in a haunted mansion, she sang.

"I wish... for love...

I wish... for lust...

What's a moral in the oil of this nightmare sinking so so slow...

Don't need no virtue it's past curfew and I'm feeling low...

(In a higher pitch)

Low-ly...

(Thump thump thump thump)

Sul-try..."

(Thump thump thump thump)

Halloween was approaching at the University of Salient Point. This was the student band BlackWhip at practice. Officially sponsored by the music department, they were allowed to schedule time in the auditorium. They had a lot of practice sessions lined up in preparation for their set in the outdoor band shell for Salient Point's campus-wide Halloween party.

In only a year since their inception, BlackWhip had become a hit with the student body. And Halloween was their preferred season.

They sounded great tonight. Even still, they were prepping for new songs and had a ways to go before they were fully dialed in. At the end of the song, singer and band leader Mina gave a few constructive critiques to her band mates.

There was Davy on the drums, Rich on bass, and Marcus playing lead guitar. In addition to singing, Mina could also play keyboard for the occasional song that warranted it.

Mina was a gifted singer. Her voice was captivating; it lured out a person's purest emotions and made them swoon for her, men and women. There was a darkness in her voice, like a deep ocean current. But that darkness created mystery and that mystery attracted people.

Her most loyal fans affectionately referred to her as Mina Midnight.

She enjoyed leaning into the persona. For shows she tended to wear a lot of black. But she had a special outfit planned for this Halloween gig.

"Nice work today, guys." Mina said when the practice session was over.

"You're killing it, Mina." Rich said and gave her a high five.

Rich and Marcus packed up their guitars. Davy was allowed to leave his drums on the stage since there were not any major shows planned for the time being, and for smaller recitals, they could put a partition in front of the kit.

Together the band packed up the sound sound equipment that they had borrowed and put everything back in the storage room. While she was bent over unhooking some cords, Marcus couldn't help checking out Mina's ass in her tight jeans.

She caught him looking and snickered playfully. She knew Marcus had a crush on her; it was out in the open. She wasn't interested, but they both remained respectful toward each other and their friendship was strong.

That didn't mean Mina didn't enjoy teasing him from time to time.

Still bent over, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. But as she did so she unnecessarily ran her hand over her ass.

Davy came by and elbowed Marcus jokingly. "Come on dude, quit eye-banging our fearless leader and carry this amp."

"Thank you Davy." Mina called in an exaggerated tone, like she was happy to be rescued from Marcus's roving eyes.

Everyone laughed. They finished cleaning up and it was late. They stepped out of the performance hall into the cool night air. The moon was a waxing but still pencil-thin crescent. Somewhere an owl hooted in the dark.

The members of BlackWhip wished each other a good night and went their separate ways.

"Hey, I'll swing by tomorrow with that new song." Marcus called to Mina. He was the band's songwriter, and he was quite talented.

Mina gave a thumbs up and vanished down the street. The many paths and trails weaving through the woods of Salient Point's expansive campus would be pitch black. That meant Mina had to go out of her way to stick to the roads where there were streetlights.

She hummed a little tune to herself as she walked along and wondered what Marcus had cooked up for the next song. He tended to write pretty provocative lyrics, sometimes outright salacious. Maybe it was because he had Mina in mind as the singer, or maybe that was just the kind of inspiration that came to him.

Boys, Mina thought, always so preoccupied with getting it on. But she couldn't deny that she enjoyed his songs; she wouldn't sing them otherwise.

The band meant a lot to Mina. She recalled seeing the sweet little poster Marcus had put up. He'd been looking for a singer because he could write but couldn't sing himself. After that they stumbled into Rich and Davy by accident.

With the promising success they were already having, the praise of their music professors and the adoration of their fellow students, BlackWhip planned to keep on going after graduation. They were hungry for more, big cities and bright lights.

Mina chuckled to herself. Her guys; she thought of them as her three stooges sometimes. What would they do without her? But they were sweet really. If only she could combine them into one guy; that would do it for her. Marcus's talent and kindness, Rich's hair and his charm, and Davy's well... Davy's biceps mostly.

No, Davy's sense of humor too, of course. Mina chuckled again, louder. She looked to see if anyone had heard her, but the street was empty.

Back in her dorm, Mina peeled off her ripped jeans and over-sized practice T-shirt. The shirt was thin enough to see her black bra through; that probably wasn't doing Marcus any favors.

She slipped off her bra and panties too and crawled into bed. But she didn't sleep yet. With her phone she put some music on and let her hands roam.

She cupped her breasts, a little on her smaller side, but still nice and perky. Her fingers slid up and found her nipples, pierced with little barbells. She flicked them and moaned. Little tingly jolts of pleasure rippled through her chest.

Once Mina was worked up from playing with her nipples, her pussy begged for attention. She happily obliged. Her legs parted and her hand slid down past her smooth pelvis and met her yearning clit.

Rubbing and rubbing in little controlled circles. Mina bit her lip and groaned in pleasure. A dark, sinful flame was lit in her loins and she nurtured it, coaxing it to grow larger and hotter. In return the flame gave her more and more pleasure.

Mina rolled her hips as she rubbed. Her pussy was freely dripping with desire. And that piercing in her nipple felt so good to play with; it enhanced every sensation her little bud fired into her brain as she pinched and twisted.

Getting off was a habit of Mina's after a good practice session, her way of celebrating progress. Her own voice came to her from her phone, singing something about forbidden lovers fucking until they died. She found herself mouthing along with the words, her lips caressing each promiscuous syllable.

An orgasm ripped through her suddenly and explosively. Her hips lifted off the bed as she came and made a mess of the sheets. No matter. She was tired from practice. As soon as the afterglow set in, it carried her off to sleep.

When Mina awoke, she found a piece of paper that had been slipped under her door. It was the lyrics of Marcus's next song. He had really gotten up early and delivered it in such a clandestine manner. That was the romantic in him.

Still naked, Mina sat down and read the lyrics. It was good, his usual style, and had the right kind of gloomy romance that people would eat up for Halloween. His word choice was stellar as always. In fact there was one word in particular which stuck out to Mina in a strange, tantalizing way she could not describe.

The word was: collar.

It glowed on the page like a burning coal. It stirred something inside Mina that she did not understand. She shivered. But she refused to believe that it aroused her. No, that would be silly.

Mina put the lyrics aside. Marcus would want to discuss revisions later and discuss arranging the lyrics to music. For now though, it was Saturday morning and Mina was due to redye her hair. She kept it jet black to live up to the Mina Midnight persona.

She sauntered into the bathroom and got ready. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was happy with what she saw. A slim physique; adequate breasts, a toned belly, and small but cute ass. Mina got her clips and divided her hair into sections. Carefully, she combed the dye in.

Then she set her timer for thirty minutes and waited for the dye to set in. While she waited, she looked over the lyrics some more. She tried to think of anything that needed touching up, but she kept getting distracted by that one word. Her hand grazed unconsciously over her neck and she bit her lip.

After the wait was over, she took a shower. With the clips out, her hair fell down to just above her shoulders. It tended to form a natural curve from back to front. She liked to keep it even on both sides.

Mina got dressed in a black bra and panties; all her underwear was black. She squeezed into some black jeans and a black and white striped tank top. She looped a belt snugly around her hips, one with a bat-shaped buckle.

Lastly, she clipped a little spider charm into her hair and headed out the door to Marcus's dorm. Over the ten minute walk west to his dormitory, Mina enjoyed the brisk air blowing gently through the inner paths of the campus. It was a little overcast and she liked that.

Up in the dorm, on her way to Marcus's room, Mina passed another student.

"Hey, it's Mina Midnight." He said with a thumbs up in passing.

She laughed and blew him a kiss. On knocking on Marcus's door, he opened fast, as if he had been waiting with bated breath. His room was clean and smelled like he'd just sprayed some air freshener.

They talked about the lyrics and didn't change much. Then they got to work arranging the music for a couple hours. While they worked, Mina swiveled around a lot in Marcus's desk chair and he kept getting a look at her bra through the arm holes of her tank top.

The two of them worked smoothly together. They both had good musical intuition and enjoyed bouncing ideas off each other. The song was shaping up nicely, a gloomy ode about a one night stand involving ropes and whips.

"I think we have it." Mina declared. "Practice Tuesday night?"

"Can't. Gotta study for a psych test." Marcus said. "How about Thursday? I'll check with Rich and Davy too."

"Sounds god." Then something caught Mina's eye on the window sill. She picked it up with a shaky hand. Leather, and a little heart-shaped name tag. "What's this?"

"Oh that's my dog's collar." Marcus explained. "It accidentally ended up in one of my boxes when I was packing for the move. Gotta take it home the next time I go back."

Mina studied the collar deep in thought. For some reason, her hands felt a little tingly from holding it. She shivered. She wet her lips and looked at Marcus, a strange, dreamy light in her eyes that she was not aware of.

"This might sound silly, but uh... could you put this on me?" Mina asked.

"Come again?" Marcus said, eyes widening.

Mina chuckled disarmingly. "It's just that I've been thinking of getting a choker. You know, for Mina Midnight. But I don't know how they feel. If I could try this out, maybe I can decide whether or not I'll be comfortable with one."

"Okay, if uh, if you really want to." Marcus said. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, blushing a little.

They stood up and Mina handed the collar to Marcus. He stood before her, close enough to share the same air. She smelled so nice. Trembling a little, he slipped his hand back behind her neck and under her hair. He looped the collar around and carefully clasped it around her neck, not too tight.

"Can it go a little tighter?" Mina asked, her voice faintly husky.

Words would not come to Marcus. Silently, he tightened the collar down one more notch. The leather pressed firmly against Mina's skin and she let out a shaky sigh.

"Nice." She said and chuckled nervously. "Thanks. Let me see how it looks."

She went to the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. With the little dog collar around her neck, she looked jaw dropping. Deviant. Submissive. Owned. The collar was pleasantly tight and the name tag gleamed prettily.

It read: Pancake.

A silly name to match the silly thoughts running through her head. She felt warm and fluttery. She had to stop herself from reaching for her crotch.

Mina shook her head and swallowed. What was she thinking? She blinked hard, trying to regain her senses. But her reflection in the mirror looked so pretty. So controllable.

Mina groaned in frustration and shook herself again. With great effort, she forced her hands to remove the collar from her neck. She composed herself and left the bathroom.

"Feels good." Mina said, a little out of breath. "I think I will get a choker. I'll find something nice and spooky."

"Glad I could help." Marcus said.

That next Monday, Mina had an early class. She rushed to get ready and got on her way to the biology building just down the road from her dorm. She zoned in and out of the lecture. This was an anatomy class she was taking as an elective. Just memorization; should be an easy A.

"... and providing a structural support link between the arms and the torso is the collarbone." The professor droned.

Collar.

Mina's heart skipped a beat at the word. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. Her hand had stopped writing. She glanced around at everyone else taking notes and felt stupid. Even Davy was paying attention.

Davy. Up in front and to the left, with the sleeves of his shirt so tight around his arms. His biceps. How Mina would love to feel the tight squeeze of a collar around her neck and be ordered to kiss his strong biceps and have him put her on her knees and-

She got up and went to the restroom. After splashing some cold water on her face, she sat in a stall and stared at the tiny blue patterns in the floor tiles. Get it together, she thought. This was ridiculous.

That Thursday night, BlackWhip practiced in the auditorium again. The guys arrived before Mina; they had things to talk about.

"I'm telling you, you shoulda seen her in that collar. God damn." Marcus was saying.

"Can't believe that shit worked." Rich said impressed. "Who knew psychology could be so useful."

"It's all about knowing what makes a person tick." Marcus explained. "Come up with some trigger words, and then arrange them just right."

"I didn't know you had a dog." Rich said.

"I don't." Marcus replied.

"Man, take a picture next time." Davy said.

"Don't worry. You'll get to see soon enough." Marcus assured him.

The doors opened and they hushed up. Mina strode down the center aisle and stepped confidently onto the stage. They got to practicing. They ironed out the bridge of "Pouty Shadow" and also gave a few runs to "Lover in the Lake". They practiced the new song for the first time too, which Marcus was calling "The Last Act of the Lady Bathory Under the Menace of the Full Moon".

Mina was getting in more of a groove tonight. With the songs she was more used to, she was moving a lot with the music, feeling the sensual tones of the lyrics. She practiced swaying seductively, and passing her hand in front of her face to create an air of mystery. She practiced her leans and head tilts.

It was good to work on these little showmanship techniques. They really got a crowd going.

Behind her, the guys leered. Their eyes tracked every movement of her perky little ass in her jeans. The movements of her hips; each little bounce. They never missed a beat though; everyone was beautifully on point.

When they finished practicing, nothing but compliments were traded around. Marcus told Mina that he was almost done with another song and they agreed to discuss it on Sunday. Davy and Rich gave each other a conspicuous fist bump and a wink.

That night, once again, Mina played with herself. She found herself longing to feel the collar around her neck. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure and she brought her hand to her throat. She came while lightly squeezing her neck, the dulcet tones of her own sultry voice ringing in her ears.

Collar... I need to be collared...

These words came moaning unbidden from her lips. Her pussy felt needy and electric with desire. One orgasm wasn't enough, so she chased down another. Sinful pulses of pleasure throbbed through her clit and she rubbed and rubbed.

Mina's legs quaked and her toes curled tight. Another gushing climax ravaged her body as the word collar looped through her mind. She could see the word in her closed eyes, the font changing but the potent meaning ever the same.

The next day, Mina ordered a cute little skull choker online. While she was there, she impulse bought a pair of lacy, crotchless panties. She bit her lip and fantasized about how good they would feel together.

Dark. Sexy. Mina Midnight would approve.

Sunday morning, Marcus's next lyrics came sliding under Mina's door. She was already dressed, but without really thinking, she took off her clothes to read. Eyes glazed over, she scanned the lines, heart thumping and stomach tingling. Again, the song was beautiful. And again there were words that stood out from the others. Two this time.

The position of the words was just right, and the way the other words flowed around them was so compelling. They repeated too, at a steady pace, almost hypnotically.

One word was: raw.

The other was: hung.

These words stained the page like an evil deed, almost as if the ink used to write them was darker than the other words. Mina contemplated these words for some time. So long in fact that Marcus had to text her to remind her to come over.

She shook herself out of her stupor and put her clothes back on. She wore some shredded up leggings, big boots, and a ruffly black blouse. She put a pair of eyeball piercings in her ears and a coffin pendent around her neck that hung down to her modest cleavage.

On the walk over, a couple of guys, and one girl, playfully catcalled her. She smiled warmly; it felt nice being admired.

In Marcus's dorm they once again talked over the lyrics and arranged the music. Mina was having a little trouble concentrating though. Marcus smelled unusually pleasant in a musky way, almost like he hadn't showered for a day.

His masculine aroma teased her nose delightfully.

At some point, Marcus told Mina that he had to get his clothes from the laundry room downstairs. He took his basket and left her to her own devices.

Mina wasn't the prying type. She wouldn't want anyone else invading her privacy so she didn't do it to other people. But, the drawer of Marcus's nightstand was open. It was just a few feet away from where she sat; she tried not to look. She was curious though.

Curiosity was dangerous. Mina knew that. She decided that she'd better protect herself from herself and that to do that she should just take it upon herself to close the drawer. She stood and walked over, trying to keep her eyes elsewhere and feel for the drawer. But at the last moment, she glanced down.

There wasn't much there. A book for class, his keys, and... a pack of condoms. Mina swallowed. Her eyes glazed over again. That wasn't right. Why did Marcus have condoms?

Raw

The word repeated in her head.

Raw

Marcus didn't need condoms. He should be fucking girls raw; that was the only way to do it really. It was more pleasurable that way, for both people. It was more intimate. It was hotter. How else could you feel a girl's juices coating your cock? How else could you give a girl her well-earned creampie?

Raw

Mina decided to do Marcus a favor. They were good friends after all. She took the box of condoms and closed the drawer. She stepped out of the room and went to the trash can at the end of the hall. She buried the box in the garbage and strolled back to Marcus's room like nothing happened.

Sure he might panic a little when he discovered they weren't there. But in the heat of the moment of getting under a girl's pants, he wouldn't call it off. He would just have to fuck her raw. And he wouldn't regret a thing.

Marcus returned with his laundry and apologized for the wait. He took a moment to hang up some of his nicer shirts in his closet.

Hung

Mina swayed in her chair a little as if in a daze. She watched Marcus's body moving as he hung the shirts. She licked her lips. A dangerous curiosity crept into her mind. Looking at her small hands, she wondered how much she could fit in her grasp.

Hung

The word sounded like an alluring siren in her ears. She would be singing the song soon. She imagined that word in her own voice. How might she stress it, accentuate it? It was an important word.

Hung

"Hey Marcus." Mina said.

"Hmm?" He replied.

"Can you show me your dick?"

The poor guy practically jumped out of his skin. "What?"

Mina chuckled vapidly. "Sorry, I know that's kinda weird. I'm just curious. I haven't seen that many before. I wanna know what a good size is, for comparison's sake. I have a feeling you're pretty hung, right?."

"Um... I uh..." Marcus mumbled.

"There doesn't have to be anything weird about it. We're friends right." Mina coaxed.

"Yeah. Okay, sure." Marcus said. He hesitantly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

He wasn't hard at the moment, but even soft he was quite... hung.

"Damn." Mina sighed. "Could you get hard for me? I'd like to get the full effect."

"Well I can't just get hard." Marcus said.

"Oh right, you need some help. Hell, you're showing your dick, the least I could do is show you my butt since you like staring at it so much."

Feeling a delirious heat rising fast in her body, Mina stood up and turned around. Looking over her shoulder with a wicked little grin, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down at the back.

Inch by inch, the curve of her dainty rear came into view. She was wearing a thong, so there was nothing in the way of her adorable, pale cheeks. Mina knew how to be a tease. She pulled her leggings slowly down and down, then she stopped and let the waistband squeeze against the underside of her ass cheeks. It pushed up on her little tush, giving it some extra volume.

With those sexy words still looping in her head, the dazed little seductress then started bouncing on her feet, making her ass jiggle as much as it was able.

Bounce bounce jiggle jiggle...

Any guy would have loved the sight, and Marcus especially. It took no time at all for his cock to stand at attention. Upon seeing his massive erection, Mina spun around and slid to her knees in front of his cock.

"Oh wow." Mina moaned. "It's huge."

She held her forearm up next to Marcus's cock for a size comparison. The sight was breathtaking. And lucky for Marcus, he had his phone in his pocket. He yanked it out and quickly snapped a picture of his crush posed before his meat.

Mina didn't notice a thing.

After Mina's curiosity about her friend's cock was sated, they both put away their respective intimate parts and went back to discussing band plans as if nothing had happened. The events that had just taken place failed to make an impression in Mina's memory. It happened, but her hypnotized brain couldn't grab onto the memory, like a cloud slipping through her fingers.

The dazed light vanished from her eyes and she seemed to return to her normal self. They finished working on the song and planned their next practice session.

As soon as Mina was gone, Marcus texted the picture he took to Rich and Davy. Then he used the picture for himself and cranked one out.

Later that evening, Mina walked down to Bluejay, the campus's cafe and diner. It occupied a wing of the student union building. Brick pillars lined the edge of an open air section of seating and it had a good view of the main thoroughfare and the big fountain at the center of the campus.

There was a light crowd. Mina sat outside and ate a cheesy sandwich. She listened to the conversations around her, mostly students discussing their Halloween plans. Someone mentioned a sexy witch costume. Another person said how excited they were for the BlackWhip show without realizing that Mina was there.

Another conversation pricked up her ears.

"Willow, what makes you think the administration is lying? If something bad happened, they couldn't possibly cover it up. Someone would say something." One girl said to her disheveled friend.

"I just don't believe she would drop out without saying anything. It doesn't make sense." Willow replied.

"Maybe her grades were worse than she let on. Maybe she was embarrassed."

"I don't know..."

Mina got some coffee and sipped it slowly while gazing over at the fountain. The air was nice this evening. Rain had fallen a few days ago and it was already overcast again. The leaves on the trees were beginning to turn. Fall was a wonderful season.

Drumming her fingers on the table, Mina wondered what kind of song Marcus would come up with next. He had promised one more before the Halloween show.

While she was finishing her coffee, a guy Mina didn't know walked over to her table. He set a folded slip of paper down and then quickly beat a retreat. Eyebrows raised, she opened the paper to find his phone number written inside. She chuckled musically; it was nice to be admired.

Later that week, Mina found a package for her at the campus post office that contained her choker and panties. She started wearing the choker right away. It wasn't as satisfying as the dog collar, but she was happy to have its mild tightness around her neck. It reminded her of something; she couldn't place it.

Control? Or her lack of it?

She dismissed the thought. Later she had a voice class. With her natural talent, she didn't really need voice lessons, but it was a required part of her degree path. Most of the time, her professor was happy to let her make of the class what she wanted, only providing light critiques here or there. Mina appreciated having a professional ear to listen to her voice. They could occasionally hear things that she didn't.

Another practice session came and went beautifully. The guys seemed a little quieter than usual, almost more secretive. But the final song was on the way.

On the morning that Marcus had promised, the paper was slipped under her door. Beautiful again. The lyrics oozed with a dreary hunger and a shadowy intent. And again, like a precious gem, there was another poignant word buried in the page.

The word was: spiral.

The moment Mina read it, the word leapt off the page and assaulted her mind. Her head swiveled in a slow circle. It felt like her brain was spinning, spiraling. Like all her meaningless, girly gray matter was swirling around and finally spiraling down a drain.

Mina's pussy started leaking.

"Spiral... spiral... spiral..." She mumbled, a little saliva trickling from her lip.

She kept on repeating the word. The other words appeared in her eyes too. They all spiraled around in her empty head, the only thing she needed anymore. These precious, seductive words.

Sitting on her bed, without even touching herself, just repeating the words, Mina suddenly reached a powerful orgasm. She shook and fell back on the sheets, her pussy spasming and squirting across the floor. The sheet of lyrics landed on her chest and she held it there as she rode out the longest orgasm of her life.

She had her discussion with Marcus. She didn't remember anything afterward but she trusted that it went well. The final practice session came and went. Mina was thoroughly dazed but she was still singing with passion and authority. She was in peak form.

Time was a blur. Mina spent any spare moment she had playing with herself. She dreamed about being collared, about being fucked raw by hung cocks, about spiraling totally, irreversibly out of control.

And then Halloween arrived.

It was Friday and all classes had been canceled. The day was packed with activities all over the campus. There was a costume contest, there were candy making stations, and decorating contests. Food trucks lined the center street and students all around were craving jack-o-lanterns.

At night there would be outdoor movie screenings against the wall of the student union building. There would be dancing and Halloween themed drinks. One of the dorms had been made into a haunted house too. Some students had also planned an unsanctioned sexy costume contest. And of course there was the Halloween concert put on by BlackWhip.

Mina woke up excited to finally break out the outfit she had been putting together. She slid into her crotchless panties first, something she hadn't actually planned, but in the moment it seemed like a great idea. Then she put on a pair of fishnet leggings and over them went a pair of purple-dyed denim shorts so short that the pockets peeked out from the bottom.

Then came the showstopper; an orange string bikini top with jack-o-lantern faces on the cups. Over that went a cropped purple jacket which she would leave open. Then she stepped into some orange platform heels.

For the final touch, Mina broke out her black eye shadow and black lipstick. She had painted her nails black too.

The outfit would be a little chilly with so much skin out to be sure, but it was well worth it.

Mina spent the day hopping around between the various activities with some of her girl friends. They were dressed a little sexy as well; one was a cat and one was a nurse, and they all got a lot of attention wherever they went.

"Mina, nice pumpkins." One guy said near the apple bobbing tent.

"Thanks. Glad you like them." She replied and give her chest a little shimmy.

Mina's friends thought that was a little strange; she was a tease, but she wasn't outright slutty. They dismissed her behavior as holiday excitement and pre-concert jitters.

They made some chocolates together at a candy making station and snacked on them as they wandered the campus. Mina enjoyed the sensations of letting the chocolate melt in her mouth, rich and gooey. A lot of people mentioned how excited they were for the concert. Some wanted to take pictures with Mina in her outfit.

She happily stood side by side with her fans and took picture after picture. Some of them got a little handsy, grasping her tightly by her bare waist. One guy even thanked her for the picture with a little pat on her ass.

Mina's friends looked at each other with concern blooming in their eyes.

They got lunch from a burger truck and sat at a picnic bench. Lots of people were milling around chatting, showing off costumes, or playing frisbee.

"You good, Mina?" Joyce, the nurse, asked.

"Yeah. Why?" Mina replied with her eyebrows raised questioningly.

"You're kinda letting people be really forward with you today." Joyce explained.

"Hmm, so what?" Mina brushed it off. "It's nice being admired."

"If you say so." Fiona, the cat, said. But her and Joyce exchanged another glance.

They got some ice cream cones for dessert. Mina was licking the purple confection with a strangely sensual energy. She was getting really into it when a hefty drop of cream dripped down onto her chest. She shivered with an openly lewd delight.

Another fan happened to be passing by their table. "Hey, mind if I get a taste of that?"

"Sure." Mina said and turned her chest his way.

He eagerly leaned down and took his time licking the ice cream off of her, his tongue swishing and his lips smacking wetly against her skin.

"I don't want to see this." Joyce said in a huff of indignation. She stood up and stormed off.

"Mina, I know you're trying to play up your crowd before the show, but it really wouldn't hurt to have some self-respect." Fiona said bitterly and followed Joyce.

"Pfft. What's up their asses?" Mina wondered aloud.

Self-respect, she thought, who needs it. This was just pre-concert showmanship anyway. Her daze was deep; her eyes were glazed over all the time now. Any attention was good attention.

A pleasant warmth thrummed through her body. Her pierced nipples stood out under her bikini top and she loved catching people looking at them.

She finished her ice cream, taking great pleasure in the rich cream sliding down her throat. A few more people wanted pictures. One of them gave Mina a kiss on the cheek.

She continued wandering the campus and later ran into Rich. They decided to carve jack-o-lanterns together. Rich was dressed as a suave zombie, green body paint and fake wounds, but his hair was as meticulously groomed as ever.

The two of them enjoyed some pumpkin lattes while sitting in a breezeway connecting two buildings and doing their carving.

As Mina watched Rich open the top of his pumpkin, shove his hand inside, and dig around in the guts, she felt a strange sensation stirring between her legs. His movements were so forceful and sloppy.

They got to work carving. Mina sat with her legs stretched out and the pumpkin wedge between her thighs. She carved out the eyes, leaving little notches to indicate pupils. The eyes were wide and rolled upward.

Then she cut out a nose. Then the mouth, which she made a delirious smile with a line of drool flowing from the corner. As a final touch, Mina sheared off a layer of skin where the cheeks would be. This gave the cheeks a lighter color that, if you used some imagination, made it look like the face was blushing.

"Oh man, looks like your jack-o-lantern's having a really good time." Rich said when she showed him her pumpkin.

"That's the idea. How's yours?" Mina asked.

Rich made a final slice in his pumpkin then turned it toward Mina. To her amazement, Rich had carved a beautiful spiral into his pumpkin.

Spiral.

Spiral out of control.

"You like it?" He asked and tilted the pumpkin side to side like a pendulum.

"Boy, do I." Mina said, eyes taking in the spiral. She was starting to feel a little leaky between her legs. Good thing her panties were crotchless so she wouldn't stain them.

For dinner, Mina and Rich linked up with Marcus and Davy. Marcus was dressed as a pirate and Davy was a werewolf. They ate and then watched one of the outdoor movies.

After that it was time to prepare for the show. They set up their equipment at the band shell and did their sound checks. At 11:00 PM, the crowd rolled in.

Four dour figures stood in stoic silence on the stage. They milked the crowd's roiling anticipation.

Then the singer stepped up the mic and gave a signal with a quick flick of her wrist.

The guitar began with a cold, gothic melody. It had the crowd leaning in closer to the music.

Then the singer piped up with a ghastly groan.

The drums and bass joined now. The rhythm was alternating between faster and slower. It pushed and pulled at the crowd's expectations.

Then Mina Midnight sang.

"Blood on the door... blood on my mouth...

Blood in the brain... blood running south...

(In a whispery tone)

Pull... the ropes... taut...

Say... you love me not...

(A crescendo followed by aggressive vocals)

Collar me! Oh collar meeee!

Collar me! Oh collar meeee!"

Song after song, BlackWhip had the crowd enthralled. They sounded perfect; the show was stellar. Every extra touched added by Mina Midnight amplified the effect of her already entrancing voice.

The tilts of her head were perfectly timed. Her hand motions were captivating. And the way she swung her hips; spiraling hypnotically, spiraling like her mind.

Mina couldn't see a thing the whole time she performed. Her vision was swimming, and the only stable things she could latch onto were those slutty words, like buoys in the ocean.

Collar. She grabbed her throat as she sang the word, practically moaning the lyrics.

The crowd ate it up, and they longed to eat Mina up.

Her tits bounced lewdly as she moved with the music. She struggled to focus, imagining throwing herself into the crowd and being taken by all those hung cocks. She could fuck all night; raw, dirty.

With every song Mina's mind spiraled deeper into depravity. She would do something crazy tonight; she didn't know what yet, but this yearning could not go unsatisfied.

Beat after beat, the music vibrated through her body. She felt it throbbing in her clit. It was a wonder that she didn't orgasm on stage. Such dark, sinful lyrics. So carnal. To be singing such things in front of hundreds of people; she had no shame.

But they admired how slutty she was. It was nice to be admired.

The show finished. BlackWhip thanked everyone for coming and wished them a happy Halloween. People slowly filtered out of the band shell to resume their Halloween plans. The night was still young.

Mina and the guys began cleaning up the stage and packing up gear. The sound gear for the band shell had to put away in the equipment room behind the stage. They carried things back piece by piece into the cramped, dim room.

As they finished the last trip, Marcus nodded to Rich and Davy.

"Hey Mina. You've seen my cock already, but don't you also want to know how hung Rich and Davy are?" Marcus said.

Mina had no words to describe how nice that sounded. She shuddered and bit her lip. Eyes thoroughly glazed over, her sense was long gone.

The guys closed in around their leader. Panting breaths escaped her mouth and her hands crept to her neck.

"Missing something, Baby?" Rich toyed.

"Put it on her, Rich." Marcus said and handed the dog collar to his friend.

Rich took his time looping the collar around Mina's delicate neck and clasping it tight. When he finished, he held her by the chin.

"There you go, Pancake." He said condescendingly. "Now show us what a good little slutty mutt sounds like."

"Arf arf." Mina said.

"Good Pancake." Davy praised. "You're gonna feel so good taking us all raw."

"Do you feel that spiraling feeling in your body? Do you feel out of control?" Marcus asked triumphantly.

"Yes." Mina said breathy.

"That's because we're in control." Marcus declared.

"Pancake, follow." Davy commanded. He hooked a finger into her collar and started tugging her toward the equipment room.

Mina followed obediently. The words looped through her mind; she was unable to think of anything else. The words had collared her mind as surely as the physical collar around her neck. She was enjoying being out of control. She was panting with anticipation.

The guys herded Pancake into the equipment room. It was a dingy space. Amps and mic stands were scattered around. The room was small enough that the heat and odors from four bodies would soon permeate it, inaugurating as a space for sex.

"Slip outta these for us, Pancake." Rich said tugging on the waistband of Mina's shorts. She happily did as she was told, sliding the shorts off her legs. She made sure to keep her heels on; she hadn't been told to remove them.

As soon as they were off, the guys marveled at Mina's lacy crotchless panties.

"What a doggy coming so prepared." Davy praised and gave Pancake a pat on the head.

"I had no idea you were slutty enough to own something like this." Marcus mused.

"She's already wet and eager." Rich said sliding a deft finger through the folds of her silky pussy.

The guys wasted no more time. The band mates were ready to seize ownership of their leader, to claim her body as much as they had already claimed her feeble mind. Mina had been the object of their lust for so long, particularly Marcus. They pulled their cocks out.

"That cunt is mine." Marcus declared.

"Pancake, do me a favor and get my hung cock nice and lubed up for your ass." Davy commanded.

The singer sank to her knees and unabashedly took Davy's meat into her mouth. She held his hips for support and bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, working up as much saliva as she could.

Slurrrp sllllluuck slurrrp...

The sloppy sounds of her sucking had the guys' cocks straining with need. Desire reached a boil within them like a potion bubbling in a cauldron. They ached to partake of her flesh, to feast on every drop of pleasure that they could reap from her hot body.

Once Davy was satisfied, he nudged Pancake to get her off his cock. When she pulled away, a weighty strand of drool linked the head of his cock and her lower lip.

Davy grabbed Mina and laid back on a low crate in the middle of the room, legs hanging off, and pulled Mina up with him. She laid back on him and raised her legs invitingly, her asshole near his cock.

Davy reached below and guided his sloppy member toward her asshole. Marcus approached too, ready to claim the prize he had waited so long for. He aimed his cock for her juicy pussy. Together, the two of them rubbed their heads against their respective entrances.

Mina whimpered like a puppy as they teased her. Meanwhile, Rich appeared by her upper body.

"Let's see those little pumpkins, Baby." He said and grabbed her bikini top and tugged it above her breasts. Her little pair of pumpkins popped free, wobbling slightly, nipples piercings gleaming. Rich gave each tit a squeeze and lightly slapped one. He brought his cock to Pancake's face and smacked it against her cheek.

Marcus was in heaven, and he was having a hard time believing things could get better. The sensitive head of his cock slid up and down through the Mina's slick, velvety slit. Her lips were parted slightly, hugging the tip of his member.

Her softness, her warmth, the thrill of exerting power over her vulnerable womanhood, it all had Marcus's cock firing potent bursts of pleasure into his brain. He was drunk on the ecstasy, on the control.

But his cock still longed for more; it longed to take that pussy, to possess it. He pressed forward. His cock dipped into Mina's cunt like a spade sinking into fertile soil. Davy had the same idea. Together they pushed their way into Mina's pussy and ass.

Inch by inch their cocks claimed her. Pancake squeaked and whimpered as they buried themselves into her tight body. The pressure in her loins and in her bowels had her feeling hot and dizzy. It was so shameless taking two cocks at once, and she loved it.

Raw... I'm being fucked raw while collared like a dog! That was the thought running through Mina's broken mind.

She felt full and giddy with pleasure, but there was still one hole that needed to be filled. Rich rubbed his cock across Pancake's face, marking her with his scent and making her feel insignificant next to his powerful manhood.

She sloppily kissed and licked his rod, smacking her lips hungrily and savoring the taste of his cock. Whenever his balls passed by her mouth, she showered them with attention too.

As the cocks continued pressing deeper into her pussy and asshole, Rich decided it was finally time to take this little puppy's throat. He grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of Pancake's head and forcefully shoved his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Her dexterous tongue massaged his shaft with expert precision. It swished left, it swished right. The tip of her tongue sought out every sensitive spot along his length. Her mouth was sopping; Rich's cock swam in a pool of warm saliva. Pancake sloppily suckled on her band mate's girthy member like her life depended on it.

Slllluuff slurrrrp sssssluuuppp...

It felt so nice being held by her hair; it tickled her brain. It was good being controlled.

Marcus's cock bottomed out in Pancake's pussy, buried to the hilt. Her juicy depths squeezed him like a glove. Davy got every inch in her ass too. The sight of their leader, reduced to such a slutty low and impaled by their three dicks, it was intoxicating.

For Marcus in particular it was the ultimate dream fulfilled. He had broken her down with the use of those suggestive words, and now he was free to own this wondrous body that she had denied him. Her pussy belonged on his cock.

The guys all gave each other a victorious high five. Then the fun really kicked off. All three of their cocks began thrusting, making her body experience every inch of them again and again.

Davy hammered Pancake's tight ass like it owed him money. Every thrust extracted a moan around Rich's cock as he face fucked her. His balls smacked her chin repeatedly as he forced his cock all the way to her throat. Each sound reinforced the bond of ownership that they held Pancake in.

Marcus plowed her cunt with the vigor of a frustrated lover. The slick gilding of their intimate flesh against each other had their minds wrapped in a boa constrictor's grip of ecstasy. Marcus propped Pancake's legs on his shoulders and each forward thrust brought his torso slapping against her thighs, making her modest thigh meat jiggle lewdly.

Thighs that were wrapped in fishnets, like the net that had ensnared Pancake's mind.

Every thrust from below also made her cute titties bounce with excitement. Her body was loving every touch, every second of being owned. She was loving being so slutty.

Collared...

Being owned.

Raw...

The best way to fuck.

Hung...

The best kind of cock.

Spiraling...

Totally out of control.

All of Pancake's happy little words were whirling around in her brain, like a pack of puppies at the park. Every other thought had been drained out of her, as if by a vampire.

She was caught in an iron maiden of pleasure, and her band mate's cocks were the spikes. They pierced her soft womanly flesh and overwhelmed it with desire. She wanted nothing more than for this carnal encounter to never end.

Searing hot pangs of pleasure shot through every body in the room. They were driven by power, except Pancake, who was driven by the need to be a good puppy.

The glove of her pussy kept squeezing tighter and tighter around Marcus. She slurped on Rich's cock like it was the most delicious treat. Her ass was blissfully sore; it would be hard to sit after how hard Davy was railing her.

All the guys picked up the pace. They assaulted their leader's holes with a single minded, zombie-like vigor. Her tits bounced enticingly; her pierced nipples bobbing in circles from the forces striking her supple body.

Mina was no more. She had been hypnotized totally into the obedient Pancake. And Pancake wanted to cum. She was drooling from her mouth and pussy. The squelching and sucking sounds of her body were a sinful encouragement for the guys to fuck her harder.

Her black lipstick was smearing.

Pancake was caged by pleasure, and she longed for the cage to be locked tight. While invading her throat with his girthy meat, Rich reached down and seized one of Pancake's nipples in a possessive grip.

He pinched and twisted, making the little puppy squeak around his cock. The pleasure of her nipple radiated through her body like extra logs thrown on a bonfire. It was the last thing she needed.

With frightening abruptness, Pancake's body quaked and spasmed in the throes of orgasmic bliss. Everything was wet with sweat or saliva or pussy juice. The guys had to hold her firmly to keep her from slipping out of position.

She convulsed and whined as the deep, booming organ of pleasure echoed through her body. Her cunt gripped Marcus like a vice and sprayed and sprayed.

Her sweet nectar coated his dick and pelvis. It dripped down to Davy's cock too, further lubricating him as he hammered her ass.

Rich pulled his cock back till only the head was in Pancake's mouth. Her lips locked around the base of the head, under the sensitive crown, and she suckled on him like a lollipop. Her tongue caressed the underside of the head, making Rich groan like a satisfied beast.

Marcus had conquered every inch of his crush's pussy. He had finally gotten to use her. The thrill of molding her mind into a pliant slut and taking what he wanted from her was like no other.

The guys pounded Pancake for a while longer, working themselves up to their own climaxes. Once they were ready, they put her on her knees and stood in a semi circle around her.

Pancake grabbed the slick cocks to her left and right and stroked them with her small hands. She took the middle one into her mouth and sucked like a mindless thrall.

A deep, throbbing pleasure built within all three of them. They held the pressure back for as long as they could.

The guys on the left and right took fistfuls of hair on the sides of Pancake's head and held her. Marcus, Rich, and Davy all aimed their cocks and stroked out the final vestiges of their pleasure.

Pancake opened wide and stuck her slutty tongue out. A trio of groans resounded through the cramped space as each cock fired its ropes of seed onto Pancake's face. One, two, three...

They each shot volley after volley, their weighty loads criss-crossing all over Pancake's ecstatic face. A few spurts hit her tongue, tantalizing her taste buds with their thick, salty potential.

The happy little puppy was marked by their cum. She could never return to who she was before.

After a round of high fives between the guys, they cleaned up and left the equipment room. With a pat on her ass, Marcus sent Pancake back to her dorm.

- - - - -

The Accumbens Building of Psychology. There wasn't ordinarily any reason for Marcus to be here today, especially so late at night. He was taking a psychology class as an elective, but he didn't know Dr. Krieg or Dr. Breckenridge.

Now he was in Breckenridge's office, and he was getting to know her a little too well.

"Quite the mess you've made for us, Marcus." She said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry." He said. Marcus's forehead was touching the dirty carpet. He was bowed in front of Breckenridge, sitting in her chair with a stockinged foot pressing down on the back of his head.

"Did I say you could speak?" She said dryly.

Krieg was pacing.

"Now Mina has to be stored away in the basement, not according to plan. And your buddies will have to be expelled for something or other." He said bitterly. "And what to do with you, our little rogue element?"

"I have an idea." Breckenridge said, a sinister light entering her eyes.

"Of course you do. Fine. As long as no one on campus ever sees him again." Krieg replied.

Dr. Breckenridge took her foot off Marcus's head and slipped it daintily back into her shoe. She leaned over him where he was still bowed to the floor.

A hungry grin broke the tranquility of her features. "Oh, Marcus. You like putting collars on people, hmm? What a coincidence; so do I."