Dave followed the curvy, ebony-skinned woman as she led him down the hallways by his throbbing cock, her round hips swaying with every step.

Left, then right, the left again.

The twists and curves of the halls drifted past while Dave’s mind was still dazzled by the image of the pulsing spiral and the woman’s gentle tugs.

Finally, his guide led him into a wide open room and shut the door behind them. Dave stood still and gradually felt his mind come back into focus. A wooden stage covered most of the floor space, illuminated by track lighting above. In the center of the stage was a single chair supported by a thick column, not unlike a dentist’s chair.

Dave blinked a few times, his mind finally catching up with his body, and then turned to see the curvy, naked woman smiling back at him.

“What…what the fuck’s going on?” he said.

“You’re here in Miraja’s Funhouse,” the woman said with a blank smile. “You’re here to learn to obey Miraja.”

“Alright, I don’t know what kind of freaky games are going on here, but I’m not staying to find out. I want my clothes back, and I want my wife! Where did you take her?”

The woman continued to smile at Dave, her eyes glassy and vacant. She held her arms behind her back, pushing her large breasts out at Dave.

“Your wife is fine, Dave. She’s relaxed, safe, and happy. She is learning how to obey and serve Miraja. We all will obey and serve Miraja.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda not into the weird sex cult thing. Open the door, I’m leaving!” Maybe if he could get to an exit, if could escape and make his way to the police station, even if he had to walk downtown without his clothes.

In response, the woman took a step forward, her smile turning into a hungry glare. She let her arms come out from behind her back, holding a small orange and yellow flower, apparently made of tinsel. She held it out to Dave, who stared at it, momentarily stunned by the lights reflecting off the iridescent petals. He watched, confused, as the woman held it just under his nose.

“You will stay.”

The naked woman flicked a small button in the stem with her thumb. Dave heard a gentle hiss as a burst of purple mist drifted up from the flower, filling his nose with the scent of lavender mixed with sugar. He gasped in surprise, accidentally sucking in a breathful of gas as he reeled backward.

“Sit down, Dave,” The woman said with a sleepy smile.

Sit down. Sit down.

The words cycled through Dave’s head, completely drowning out his thoughts and fears. It was like his brain was lost in a thick purple fog and could only form one crucial imperative.

Sit down.

Dave stumbled backward and let his knees buckle, his bare ass slowly drifting down into the comfortable chair. He just needed to sit down.

The woman walked around to his side, holding the flower under his face, letting the strange gas envelope his head.

“Don’t struggle,” she said. “Breathe”

Breathe. Don’t struggle.

Dave obeyed the words swirling in his head and inhaled more of the floral gas, his brain floating away on a soft cloud.

“Sleep,” the woman said, waving the flower back and forth under his nose. “Sleeeeeeppp…”

Dave’s eyes drooped down. He made one last effort to resist, even as his muscles turned to jelly and his chin began to nod. Two seconds later, his head lolled to the side as he dropped into a deep slumber.

“Waking up now…eyes opening in three…two…and one, eyes open!”

Dave squinted into the bright light. He was in the same chair as before, but realized with a start that he couldn’t budge his arms. They were tied down to the armrests of the chair. So were his legs down where the chair parted into two separate foot rests, leaving his groin exposed. His vision blurred and then refocused on a smiling woman with long black hair wearing a shimmering ring leader’s outfit. He recognized her immediately.

“You’re…you’re the woman who met us outside!” He sputtered.

“Mm-hmm. Nice to see you, Dave. I’m sure you remember my name.”

He did, of course, but he refused to say it. So, this was the insane bitch who was messing with him and his wife. Who seemed to have every person in this insane asylum under some kind of spell.

“Well?” She grinned knowingly at him. “Can’t you say my name?”

Miraja. It was right there on the tip of his tongue. It scared Dave that he wanted to say it so badly, but he knew better than to play this lady’s wily games.

“I…I want to see my wife!” he said. “What have you done with her?”

Miraja smirked and leaned back, crossing her legs and showing off her muscular thighs wrapped in fishnet.

“She’s doing wonderfully! She just got finished sucking off one of my devoted volunteers and now she’s taking a little nap before the main event.”

Dave’s face went red.

“You’re lying! Paula would never do that! You can’t make her!” Dave struggled against the ropes, his toned muscles bulging with the effort.

In response, Miraja held up her silver, conical pendant, swinging it lazily.

“I didn’t make her, Dave. I just persuaded her. Your darling little wife is very susceptible to hypnosis. Didn’t you know that? Bet you wish you knew how to take advantage of that in the bedroom, hmm? Wouldn’t you love to whisper some soft words, swing a pocket watch in front of her face, and turn her into a docile, blissed-out sex slave for you?”

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Dave shot back at Miraja. “And you can put that cheap toy away. I’m not falling for your weird hypno tricks.”

To his surprise, Miraja let the pendant drop to her lap, a wide grin on her face.

“I believe you. You didn’t strike me as the kind who’d be easy to hypnotize back on the street. But you were happy to follow your wife’s pretty, perky butt wherever it led you. Oh, sure, you fell for the big spiral in the entrance, but that’s a temporary stunt. Nobody’s immune to that thing, but the trance fades quickly after we pull you away.”

Miraja leaned forward, her cleavage spilling out in front of Dave’s eyes as she stared into his face.

“No, you’ll need a slightly different method,” she said. “Fortunately, if I can’t tame you by dazzling your mind, I should be able to seduce that monster cock of yours.” She threw a glance between Dave’s legs.

“Fat chance!” Dave barked. Maybe he could try to wriggle his hands loose.

“Hmm…I recognize that tone,” said Miraja, speaking as if she were mulling over a chessboard. “Defiance, a typical stunt to hide the plain facts. And the facts clearly show that all men have a secret desire to submit to dominant women. Deep down, all men are just helpless slaves for women.”

The statement hit Dave full in the face as he reflexively jumped in to defend himself.

“Hey! That’s fucked up! Why don’t you explain how men have been in charge for over five thousand years? So, take your new age mother goddess BS and…and…”

Miraja smiled coyly at Dave as she popped her left breast out of her top.

“Sorry, what were you saying? It sounds like you got distracted.”

Dave shook his head, irate that he would fall for such a cheap trick.

“I said that men are obviously the stronger sex we have…uh…we…we…”

Miraja’s hand pulled down the other side of her dress, allowing the right boob to join its sister.

“What do you have, Dave?” she teased.

“I…Would you stop doing that?!” Dave yelled.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Miraja said in mock concern. “I just didn’t notice my big, bouncy tits were out. I’ll put them away, but please keep telling me how men are just so much powerful than us meek and mild women.”

“I’m…look…I…I’m not going to play this fucked up little game of yours, ok? Just untie me before I bring down the Feds on this crazy place!”

“Hmmm…” Miraja seemed to consider her offer, her tits now safely back under the fabric of her top. “I’m not sure that would be such a good idea, Dave. You’re not really making a convincing case. You see, you still seem to think that you’re in charge of things, when clearly you’re not, are you?”

Before Dave could respond, Miraja let both her tits tumble out of her corset. Dave’s eyes immediately dived to her chest.

“…eh,” he choked out.

“No, you’re not, see?” she covered her nipples with her hands. “You men just get too distracted, you really can’t be trusted to do anything on your own. Not when you have that needy, horny cock between your legs. It just tends to do all your thinking for you, doesn’t it?”

“No…that’s bullshit!” Dave protested.

“Really?” Miraja said casually, flashing her nipples at him with a flare of her hands. “Who’s telling you to stare at my yummy tits then? Who’s tripping over their words every time they see a flash of boob?”

She glanced down.

“Who’s deciding to get hard, right about now?”

Dave grimaced and looked down at his exposed cock as it began to pump up harder and harder, straining out from his crotch.

“I think part of you doesn’t want to go anywhere. We’ll just have to convince the rest of you to stay, to listen, to obey. I know you like the sound of that. And if not, then you will soon.”

Miraja rang a small silver bell lying on the armrest of the chair. Immediately the side door opened and in strutted the two women from the spiral room, along with a leggy blonde and an older-looking brunette. All the women were naked and sported eye-catching curves. The black woman leading them carried a tray with a jar of lotion and a sparkling dancer’s veil. She walked up to Miraja and handed her the veil, helping to tie it around the other woman’s head.

“These are some of my very loyal volunteers, Desiree, Lily, Zoey, and Beverly. They also decided to visit my funhouse, and they liked it so much they decided to stay indefinitely. Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Yes, mistress!” The four ladies said in unison. “We love working for Miraja. We love recruiting more volunteers for Miraja!”

“Girls, Dave here needs some persuasion to join our team. Would you be so kind as to give him a sample of my special ‘rejuvenation’ lotion?”

“Yes, mistress! Anything you say, mistress,” the women chanted dreamily. At once Desiree popped open the top of the jar and scooped out a dollop of creamy lotion onto her hands, before passing the bottle down the line.

“’Rejuvination’ lotion?” Dave asked.

“My original recipe,” Miraja said, her eyes twinkling over the veil. “A mild topical muscle relaxant that contains a very potent aromatic stimulant. Just a small whiff will get your motor going in all the best ways, right girls?”

The four ladies moaned their agreement, each of them smiling wide as they breathed in the heady fumes, swaying on their feet and grinding against each other like horny sorority girls.

“It’s also very high in Vitamin A and E for skin maintenance, incidentally.”

Dave wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, until Desiree stepped behind him and began massaging the slippery lotion into his shoulders, smearing her hand over his chest. The smell hit him in an instant, a rich vanilla and rose scent that stormed his mind, filling it with thoughts of dripping cunts and writhing, naked bodies.

His penis turned a deeper shade of scarlet and jumped out another inch.

“Mmm…doesn’t that smell nice, baby?” Desiree purred, rubbing her slippery hands down his back. The toned Asian woman, Lily, lathered down his biceps while the blonde, Zoey, worked his thighs.

“I just love how it makes my head all tingly…oooh…and my cunny,” Zoey sighed, swaying on her knees.

“Doesn’t it feel nice, Dave?” asked Beverly, the milfy brunette, as she massaged the cream into his legs and feet. “And we haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

Dave tried to stay defiant, to tell Miraja and her team of brainwashed sluts to fuck off, but it was getting harder to remember what he was so upset about.

“Oh!…mmm!...B-b-best part?” he asked, meekly.

“Yu-huh!” Lily giggled. “Wait till you feel this stuff on your cock!”

On cue, four pairs of hands attacked Dave’s junk, spreading the silky lotion around his stiff length, his balls, and the tip, gently fondling his member and letting it slip again and again through their oily fingers. Dave felt like he was strapped down to a rocket, the sensations in his cock shooting him higher and higher into otherworldly pleasure. He gave up tying to fight and let his head drop back, his brain swimming in erotic bliss.

Miraja calmly got up and walked over to the back of Dave’s chair, cradling his head in her hands as she waved her naked tits over his face. Looking up, he could make out the surgical respirator hidden behind Miraja’s veil, but was in no mental state to do anything about it.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” Miraja cooed, keeping his eyes locked on her fantastic bust. “To have four women playing with your cock. Tugging it, squeezing it, letting it roll around their fingers. And that smell must be so powerful, lighting up all the pleasure centers of your brain. I know you want to cum…just let it happen…cum and you can join them. Cum and give me your will, give me your mind. Cum and be my slave.”

Dave could feel it bubbling up in his testistcles, the mad, overpowering urge to ejaculate and spray his seed all over the women playing with his cock. Just a little bit closer…

“No? You can’t be persuaded to cum for four ladies fighting over your cock like a bunch of sex-starved nympho’s? My, my! You are a stubborn one. Guess we need to subject you to phase two.”

With a click of her fingers, the ladies immediately released Dave’s cock, leaving it bobbing in the air, dripping pre cum, like a dazed and confused punching clown balloon. Dave groaned, feeling his orgasm drift out of reach.

The women rose to their feet, shifting backwards in a wide ring around Dave as they absently fondled their tits and teased themselves, the aphrodisiacal effects of the lotion playing havoc with their drugged minds. Miraja strutted to the wall of the room and flipped a lever on a mounted control panel.

Dave’s chair shook and began to recline, lying him flat on his back with his cock sticking up in the air. The lights above his chair flickered and began to flash red to yellow to green, blue, purple and then cycled back. The women sauntered closer, standing over Dave’s bound and helpless body as off key carnival music began to play.

“Welcome to everyone’s favorite game, The Wheel of Sex!” Miraja announced as she circled the group from the edge of the stage. “The game is simple. Each girl takes turns giving our captive volunteer a spin. Whoever the cock points to when it stops has one minute to make Dave cum his brains out before giving him another spin. Winner gets to keep him and his darling wife as their personal playthings for the night. Ready, everyone?”

The women squirmed and bleated out their approval.

“Ready, Dave?” Miraja asked darkly.

Dave could hardly speak, his brain completely addled by the floral scents and the heat of four exposed pussies surrounding him.

“W-w-won’t…give…in!” he managed to say.

“I hope you don’t. At least not for the first few rounds. That’d be no fun. Ready? Zoey, you get first spin!”

The tall blonde woman smiled and grabbed Dave’s erect cock, spinning him around on his chair like he was strapped to a game show lottery wheel. The chair spun effortlessly on its pedestal, and Dave felt his body get stretched as he whirled around and around.

“Round and round and round he goes!” Miraja half sang. “The harder his cock, the more his obedience grows!”

Dave spun through a whirlwind of lights, music, and bouncing breasts dangling over him as the girls laughed and cheered, trying to guess where he might stop. Each time he passed one of the eager contestants, his face was treated to a small blast of her cunt. Coupled with the floral scent of the lotion, Dave felt like his brain was under siege from the pungent, compelling odors.

At last, his chair began to lose momentum, and he slowly drifted to a stop, his cock pointed squarely at Beverly.

“Beverly gets the first go!” Miraja exclaimed. The milfy brunette smiled and bent her body down between Dave’s legs, her wobbling breasts gently grazing Dave’s prick.

“One minute on the clock and GO!”

Bev’s cleavage swallowed up Dave’s cock, and his world sank into velvet. Even through his discombobulated, drugged fugue, Dave understood he couldn’t cum, not if he didn’t want to end up a brainless slave for this insane woman. But the brunette’s warm, silky cleavage was battering away at his resolve.

“Ladies, don’t let your competition take your prize without a fight. Make sure Dave here remembers what’s at stake if he shoots his load!”

Desiree’s elegant hands framed Dave’s face, and she looked into his eyes from above his head.

“Don’t cum, baby. You don’t want to cum so soon. You don’t want to cum for Beverly. You want to cum for me instead. Don’t let yourself cum…”

“Don’t you want to cum in my mouth instead?” Lily asked, squishing her perky tits together. “Or in my tight pussy? Don’t let that old cow make you pop. You want to save it all for me!”

Dave endured their relentless teasing while Bev worked his aching cock up and down her cleavage, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. Finally, Miraja leaned over his face, her green eyes piercing into his.

“Ready to give in? Ready to cum away your freedom for us? Just say the word Dave…”

Grimacing and grunting, Dave tried to collect his thoughts through the fog of lust wrapping around his brain.

“N-n-nooo…”

“Time!” Miraja yelled. Beverely let Dave’s cock fall from her tits with a loud slap.

“Aww…I thought he was really close,” she pouted.

“Next up, Lily! Give that dick of his a whirl!”

Dave cried out in agony as Lily grabbed his boner and sent him spinning around again.

“Spinning away, round and round,” Miraja sang, “winding you up, tighter and tighter, faster and faster, hornier and hornier…impossible to resist for long…give in to your hard, needy dong!”

Dave could barely focus. His mind felt like it was getting twirled around in a tumble dryer, all of his wits getting knocked out of him by the flashing lights, the dizzying swirls, and the never ending parade of tits.

“And the lucky girl is…Lily! One minute to make our silly, stubborn man cum his brains out starting now!”

Dave moaned as he felt a pair of silky lips slide down over the tip of his cock, a delicate pink tongue flicking away at his head. He panted and grunted like an animal, trying with all his might to resist the urge to explode in Lily’s mouth. The three other ladies stroked and cooed into his ear, whispering all the naughty things they’d do to him if he came for them instead. The more they talked, the more Dave forgot whether he was supposed to cum or not, his brain glitching with desperation.

Miraja once again inserted herself above the women at the ten second mark.

“Ready to call it quits, baby? Won’t it feel so good to just give in?”

Dave tried to speak, but all that came out was a string of baby talk, his head wobbling unsteadily on the headrest.

“No? Then it’s Bev’s turn to give him a spin!”

Another soft hand squeezed his prick and dragged him around in a wide circle. Again, he gaped at the dizzying bombardment of lights and tits and fragrant pussies.

“Spiralling around…deeper and deeper,” Miraja’s voice chanted through his addled brain. “So weak…so overwhelmed by all the nice ladies’ attention…so desperate to cum…building up in those big balls of yours…drifting around and around…ready to cum at the slightest touch…whose will it be? Which of my pretty girls will finally push you over and get you and your pretty wife for the night?”

The spinning chair finally slowed. Dave found himself looking up at Desiree’s hungry eyes.

“Ooh…One minute on the clock for Desiree,” said Miraja.

The curvy black woman smiled wickedly and then picked up her right leg. Dave stared enraptured at the dark valley between her juicy thighs, his will draining straight into the quicksand of her pussy. Before he realized it, he felt her soft foot gently pressing down on his cock, her other leg supporting her weight as she slowly rocked back and forth, her sole stroking him up and down.

“I know you’re gonna cum for me,” she breathed, holding him with half-lidded eyes. “I’m gonna make you and your pretty wife my slaves tonight.”

Dave was hyperventilating, every ounce of his strength devoted to keeping himself from cumming. The three other girls whispered in his ear.

“Don’t cum!”

“Don’t cum! Fight her!”

“Don’t let her take your wife and use her like a slut!”

“Don’t do it.”

“Don’t give in.”

“If you cum, you’ll fall under our spell. Don’t cum.”

The words poured through Dave’s brain as the pleasure from his cock electrified his body. He gazed up at Desiree’s smug grin as she continued her steady rocking, her head nodding along with the beat, beckoning him to let go, to surrender.

As the seconds dragged on, Dave felt his very identity liquify and drain into his aching balls, his willpower meticulously getting torn to shreds between his stubborn defiance and the irresistible, biological urge to cum.

“You can’t hold out any longer, Dave…”Miraja’s sing song voice cooed in his ear. “Say it for me.”

“I…I…can’t hold out…”The words just slipped out of his mouth.

“You want to cum…say it.”

“I wanna cum…mmmm…I wanna cum…”

“When you cum, you’ll be my slave…say it for me, Dave.”

“When I cum….be your slave…”

“Cum for me, Dave. Let yourself go and just cum!”

Towering over his cock, Desiree gave him a quick wink.

Dave roared as his cock erupted in a geyser of cum, his white hot jizz splattering onto his chest and stomach. He brayed like an animal as pulse after pulse of orgasm rocked his body

“That’s right, baby. That’s right. Give it all to me.” Desiree gloated. “So good. That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Dave tried to respond, but his brain was a sticky mess of pleasure. He smiled groggily as he tried to put his words together, only to get dragged down into an abyss of sex. He felt two hands gently rubbing the sides of his head, lightly pinching his ears.

“Good, so much happier now,” Miraja’s voice floated through him. “No more thinking. No more stubbornness. Just happy, blank brains following Miraja’s orders. Who do you serve, Dave?”

“I…serve Miraja,” Dave said with a wide smile.

“You obey Miraja,” she instructed.

“I obey Miraja.”

“You will do whatever Miraja commands. You will give her whatever she wants. You are a slave to Miraja and it feels so good.”

“Yes…do whatever Miraja commands. Give her whatever she wants. Slave to Miraja.”

Miraja smiled behind her veil. “See, and you thought men couldn’t be told what to do. You think that big prick between your legs makes you strong, but it’s always your greatest weakness. But don’t worry, honey,”

She brought her face low and stared into Dave’s face upside down. “I’ll take control of that cock for you as well as your brain. You won’t mind.”

“No. I won’t mind,” Dave repeated.

“Because I am your Mistress.”

“Yes. You are my Mistress,” Dave murmured through his post-orgasm fog.

“And you are no longer Dave,” Miraja said, lowering her chest over her slave’s face. “Your Mistress christens you with a new name. From now on, you are Dirk, property of Miraja. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What is your name?”

“My name is Dirk,” Dirk sighed. “I am the property of Miraja.”

Miraja nodded to the girls, who then began to untie Dirk’s arms and legs from the chair as it inclined back to its original upright position. Dirk sat, swaying uneasily as Desiree sauntered up to him, her powerful thighs brushing against each other. She held a thin, black leather collar up to Dirk’s face while he gazed ahead stupidly.

“Mistress commands you to put this on,” Desiree said to him in a hushed tone. “You must obey your Mistress.”

“I obey my Mistress,” Dirk said, taking the collar and fastening it around his neck without a second thought. The tall black woman smiled at him and clipped on a silver chain.

“Follow me now, slave. Let’s find that cute redhead wife of yours. I have a lot of fun things planned for you two.”

“Yes. I will obey,” Dirk said, rising to his feet. He felt like his mind was on a sexy vacation, and his body had no choice but to blindly obey the beautiful woman’s commands. He followed her out of the room like a zombie, his cock already beginning to swell up as he watched Desiree’s plump ass swing with every step.

Miraja watched them go, eager to see what Desiree, her prize minion, ended up doing with her two new playthings. She turned her attention back to her three other toys, who were still swaying on their feet, staring off into the distance with blank faces, their minds drowned in the hypnotic aroma of the body lotion.

“Aww, sorry you didn’t win, ladies, but that’s how the game goes! But don’t worry, I think you all are due for a little consolation prize. So why don’t the three of you take a break and just give each other a bit of pleasure for a while? Go on, give yourselves a nice treat. And remember! Who do you obey?”

“We obey Miraja,” the three women chorused.

“That’s right, girls. Go and play nice now!”

Miraja strutted her way out of the room, leaving the three ladies as they dropped to their knees and began rubbing and licking at each other’s cunts, each orgasm setting off a domino chain of pleasure until all three of them were a writing mess on the floor, chanting the name of their owner.