When consciousness returned to Lindsey, it hit her like a cement truck right between the eyes. Her body shuddered, her thighs clenching tight as they drew together on their own. Her arms rose up to cover her face in a vain attempt to hide away from as much of the light as she could manage. Her eyes didn’t want to open all the way, but even the light over her eyelids felt too bright, too intense.

Everything was too much.

S-s-so… c-c-c-cold…

She whined, not sure if the sound she heard was her own voice or the creak of two metal parts moving inside of a poorly lubricated machine. She couldn’t stop shivering, and it didn’t feel like that was just because she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

Whatever she was laying on felt like it was moving, but not in any reasonable way. Gravity didn’t usually let a couch or a bed or a floor rotate like it was inside of a soccer ball someone kicked across a field as hard as they could. Reality didn’t usually allow someone to feel like they were both upside down and clinging to a wall without sliding down.

Her lips itched, and she rubbed them together in some attempt to make that twitching ache of need die down. Her brain was moving too slow, too weighted down to process what that meant, or why she might be feeling that way.

It was a new experience, and one that made it so much more difficult to comprehend.

Her stomach ached. The spinning, dizzy feeling was enough that it felt like if her stomach wasn’t feeling like a pure, empty void, she’d be needing to stop herself from wretching all over her own arms.

Found Rachel… right…? I found Rachel and she kissed me, kissed me and then… then…

“I’m strung out!”

Lindsey’s throat was dry—painfully dry. It ached to breathe, much less to yell. If it had been her choice she would have started with a whisper, but the words hadn’t been something she’d wanted to express.

Something in her mind clicked, and she had no choice but to speak.

Why did I say that…? I don’t understand what’s going on, what happened—

That trigger in her mind clicked again, and this time Lindsey could feel the process as it rippled through her brain. She’d had the notion of remembering the night before, remembering what happened when Rachel’s tongue was suddenly in her mouth. Familiar sounds echoed through her mind, sounds she couldn’t remember ever hearing before but felt like they’d saturated her like cheap booze through a white top.

Sound turned into action, and that turned swiftly into drive. The full force of the helplessness she’d felt under the pills, the directionless obedience that took whatever came as pleasure and bliss and the only thing guiding her as she felt hotter and more distant pushed the words into her mouth.

They didn’t just drip loose, but came out of her lips with the full force of her lungs.

“I need more!”

“Awww… Does someone need another hit?” A familiar woman’s voice echoed around inside of Lindsey’s dizzy head. It was a voice that made her feel weak and soft. Her arms fell away from her face, and she rolled onto her back as she tried to flutter open her eyes. “Good girl…!”

“Hnnnn…!” Lindsey’s bare thighs squeezed around her already flush, quivering pussy. Those words felt like they reached deep inside of her, stroking sensitive, tender places, and she wanted to trap them inside.

Loud laughter ping-ponged against Lindsey’s skull as her green eyes fought to find something resembling focus. Whoever was laughing, Lindsey knew she hadn’t heard her voice before the last night. Maybe she was one of the people she’d asked at the club about Rachel, or maybe—

Don’t try to think about last night, don’t think about last night, don’t—

Too late.

Trying to fool her own brain into not thinking something, trying to keep her own mind from not realizing what she was avoiding… it didn’t work. She was too tired to try focusing on something else, on disrupting her thoughts with a mantra or some mental image that didn’t bring up the last night.

“I’m strung out!”

“I know, Linds, I know.” Another of those laughs, but this time it was so much closer. It was so loud it hurt, feeling like a pair of tall speakers placed on either side of her head. A shadow loomed over her, indistinct and fuzzy. “Mama’s gotta get your special medicine ready…”

Every little sound was turned up to eleven, from the clicking of heels to the sound of plastic scraping on plastic. All of them were moving closer and closer. Anticipation was bubbling up inside of Lindsey, feeling like a physical presence that shoved her down harder and harder the louder, the closer those sounds got. She could still barely see anything but a blur.

Her first dose was two with a chaser of those headphones and her friend’s mouth.

Pop!

The unmistakable sound of a certain kind of pill bottle opening up shook through the room. Lindsey’s mouth felt like that same sound that drove her to betray herself by announcing she needed another hit was wrapping around her jaw and forcing it open. It was forceful, giving her tired mind no chance to mount a defense, and that sound, that force, stayed there keeping her mouth open even as the redhead drew closer and closer.

“And here…”

A pill, white, red, pushed into her open mouth. Lindsey’s mouth clamped shut.

“You…”

A hand clamped over her nose, over her lips. A deep tingle moved along Lindsey’s spine. Before she could process what was happening, she was swallowing.

“Go…”

The hand moved away from her face, and Lindsey coughed as she felt herself in control of her mouth and her throat again. “Nnn… what the… fuck did I just—gkkk!” Something wet and cold and wet interrupted Lindsey by pouring over her lips and into her mouth. It was refreshing and smooth and made her mouth and her throat feel so much better. It was cold, but somehow that didn’t make her feel any colder.

If anything, it warmed her up.

“You’ve been sweating a lot, Linds-cutie. Not to mention how much you came last night. Rachey isn’t much of a looker, not compared to you, but she’s a decent fuck when she has enough pills in her system.” The redhead sighed, gently tapping the tip of Lindsey’s nose. “She thanks you for the top, by the way. Hers got ruined.”

“R-ruined…?” Lindsey groaned, still swishing the wet taste around in her mouth as she tried to figure out what just happened. It was an embarrassing long time before her mind could place the taste as water.

The redhead clicked her tongue, rubbing her finger up along Lindsey’s nose. When it reached just between, Lindsey’s green eyes crossed so hard it hurt, and her mouth fell open with a sharp whine. “Something about someone wanting to cut it off of her, or pouring some booze over her chest, or a combination? I was a little busy handling you to care what happened to someone as spent as Rachey.”

Linds wanted to frown, to glare, but it was so difficult to hold on to that feeling.

Whatever she’d swallowed felt like it was already kicking in.

All of the aches of her body felt like they were floating away from her, or she was floating away from them. The focus in her eyes, finally letting her see the redhead’s blonde eyebrows, distorted again. It was easy to feel heat, to feel pressure and pleasure when her breasts were grasped, lifted, and squeezed, but even if Lindsey cried out it didn’t feel quite real.

O-o-ohhhh… fuuuck… that feels… good…

It was harder to focus on what she wanted, what was worrying her, when everything was haze and heat and bliss. Her body moved on its own, arching her aching tits into the redhead’s eagerly groping hands.

Worrying about Rachel was far too difficult when her thighs were clenching and her toes were curling but those sensations somehow ephemeral and beautiful like light trails licking around the pleasure centers in her brain. There was an artfulness to it that Lindsey had never felt in sex before, a rightness, a pleasure to it that went so much deeper than the physical or even the spiritual.

Feeling her breasts being mauled, so firmly kneaded and squeezed, nails digging into her nipples, Lindsey swam through a sea of technicolor ecstasy that dazzled away any contempt or dread her brain was capable of feeling.

She didn’t feel any reverence for the redhead, and nothing resembling the warmth of love, but she did feel fulfilled.

“Yeah, I think someone liked the set our DJ had playing inside of her brain last night a lot, huh?” The redhead’s voice took on a faux pouty tone, only thinly veiling the sadistic cruelty slavering for more just underneath. “And her new medicine. Don’t worry, we don’t really plan on ever letting you come down…”

It wasn’t just the fingers at her chest making the sensation pulse and throb and swirl like an erotic psychedelic audio visualizer through Lindsey’s helpless brain. The redhead’s voice felt like it was coiling around Lindsey’s clit. Even the lights she still hadn’t adjusted to poured into Lindsey’s eyes and became raw, unparalleled sensation.

She moaned and mewled, any distant attempt at resisting what was happening to her beyond forgotten. Any part of her life that wasn’t being touched, that wasn’t being drugged and helplessly used, they were all so far away—just like her former discomfort.

Nothing about the sexuality she’d felt when she stepped into the club mattered anymore.

Lindsey vainly moved her hips to feel more of that voice between her legs. Even the desperate struggle to arch, to rub, to grind felt like more trails of light, more erotic pressure grinding into places that were beyond thirsty for each faint hint of indulgence. Nothing about the way she moved could possibly force those sensations to burst more erotically through her senses, but it was impossible to feel frustration or concern.

She was swimming in euphoria, and that song playing inside of her screamed that this was the best thing for her in the whole world.

“Ohhhh… never… wanna come down…”

“Don’t worry, hun…” The redhead grinned as one of her hands released a large breast to trail its nails down along her body until her fingertips rested just beside Lindsey’s quivering slit. “I don’t think anyone else wants that for you, either. Sexy little things like you deserve to be high as a satellite, twenty-four-seven. As long as you keep doing what you’re told, and being a fun thing to fuck?”

Fingers thrust deep inside of Lindsey, and she screamed as her eyes crossed harder than before. It was the most intense sound Lindsey could imagine making, but something about her mental distance made the sound horribly pitiful.

“You’re guaranteed a fun time from now on…”

“O-oohhh… guaran…teed…”

The redhead sneered, her fingers moving quicker. Her teeth trapped Lindsey’s free nipple, pinching, tugging as the blonde howled from the pleasure that pushed Lindsey deeper and deeper into a swamp of surrender and lust. Knowing which way was up, which way was back to cognizance and thinking for herself, it felt impossible.

And that was before the redhead released her other breast, and dangled a pair of large headphones in front of her defocused eyes.

“Put this on over your head, and press in the button on the right side…” She handed them over to Lindsey, and even if she looked incapable of anything more than shuddering and groaning, Lindsey’s hands shakily moved to obey. “No point in making you cum, even for my own satisfaction, if it isn’t making you more of a useless little plaything when we look for someone who wants to buy a bouncy, busty little fuck pet.”

Lindsey could barely understand any of the words the redhead was saying.

It was so much easier to roll with her touches, and surrender to anything that the redhead wanted her to do. When Lindsey’s finger pressed the button down, her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open. She couldn’t hear anything but the familiar song echoing inside of her brain, thrusting itself deeper as it coiled around the deepest parts of her helpless psyche.

How long the redhead fucked her, or how long she spent with her face between the redhead’s thighs didn’t matter. The whole time Lindsey was lost in the educating hum of that sound that dominated her whole reality.

One moment she was on her back, the next buried in the redhead’s pussy, the next on her belly with a hand coming down on her ass.

Time lost all meaning, but Lindsey didn’t care.

She was riding high.

Lindsey moaned when reality came rushing back from wherever it had gone to hide away from her while she was being used for whatever by whoever.

Her whole body felt too tight, aching, sore, in the absolute worst way. The tight vinyl top that shrink-wrapped her tits made them ache from the strain. Her feet ached from the strappy heels she didn’t remember wearing, and her thighs hurt from where the short skirt dug into her legs from how wide she’d been spreading them for what must have been a very long time.

Her toes hurt from curling them too long.

Her mouth felt painfully dry, and all around her lips felt caked with something sticky.

Ohhhhh… why am I so… cold…

The music was still playing in her ears, but the headphones clamping around her head felt like they’d always been there. The pressure ached like everything else, squeezing too tight, but it was just one more unpleasant sensation in a sea of the same.

Silence fell like a blanket over Lindsey as the headphones were yanked away. She whimpered, and the volume of her own voice was terrifyingly loud. Her eyes clamped tight, but that sensation was painfully overstimulating. It also felt like it pulled the skin around her eyes too tight, and made her toes uncurl from the sheer force it exerted over the entirety of her body.

“How’re you doin’, blondie?”

Lindsey mewled as she looked up at the green haired woman above her. Her eyebrows were black, but so was some of her two-tone hair. Keeping track of so many details, or even taking in more than three things at once, made Lindsey feel terminally dizzy. Her stomach spun.

Who is she…? Do I… know her…?

“I need… more…”

She hadn’t been thinking of the previous night. Her mind was still far too groggy to even ineffectually grope at her memory for the woman’s name or any idea of where she was. Her thighs twitched and her eyes fluttered. Lindsey knew that her words were right even if she hadn’t meant to say them.

She needed more.

I don’t even know what… what more is, but my lips… ache… my throat… dry but… I wanna… swallow… I wanna swallow a lot…

Black eyebrows lowered as cool blue eyes hooded. “You poor, poor thing! Look at you down there… Aching for another fix.” The woman shuddered, her thighs clenching and squeezing around Lindsey’s cheeks. It was too much pressure, too much sensation, and she whined pitifully without making any attempt to even start pulling away. “It’s almost like we’re getting you so addicted so hard and so fast your body chemistry is going to be fucking based on this shit.

“What a pitiful little pill slut.”

Lindsey groaned. Her mouth felt like if she could, she’d be drooling all over herself. Her fingers twitched. Her hips shook. “P-p-pill slut… I… I’m strung out… I need… m-m-more…”

“Mmm… Sure, let Toni give you what she’s got for you.” Lindsey felt weightless as Toni pulled her up from between her legs. The force of gravity itself was too forceful, and the way Lindsey’s own heavy breasts felt like they wanted to pull her down to the floor felt agonizing. “Can the dumb little pill slut say ‘please’?”

“P-p-please…?” Lindsey whimpered. Something about what was happening was bad. It was wrong. When she tried to think about why her stomach was sinking lower, why the idea of being a ‘pill slut’ sounded so wrong, her eyes rolled back into her head.

The sound grew louder, and her mouth fell open.

“Pleeease… Toni… I need… more… I’m… strung out… I… need more…”

“Well, we better help you out, huh?”

Pop!

Lindsey’s spine shook at the familiar sound. Her thighs clenched. Her whole mind, every thought, every involuntary action, cut out long enough for a pair of pills to settle peacefully at the center of her tongue. A bottle pressed to her lips, and fingers in her hair yanked her head back as water flooded in.

“Swallow. You’re not you when you’re thinking… Probably need to feed you sometime soon, but at least we’ve been keeping you good and hydrated, huh thirsty girl?” Toni giggled.

Lindsey gurgled as she struggled to swallow the water as quickly as she could.

Feels… so good… to know I’m getting my medicine…

The thought barely felt like one of her own. It felt more like something someone important had told her, someone important while she was laying on her back getting fucked out of her mind. That didn’t make it any less important, especially not when everything she knew felt like it came from those same sorts of lessons.

It was too quick for the pills to kick in, for the truly blissful dissociating warmth to spread across her body and help her mind soar away from an unpleasant, harsh reality… but things felt better already.

There was a calm security in knowing that there was always another pill bound for her tongue.

There was a gentle euphoria in knowing that she was never going to come down for very long.

Memories of why chemical dependence might be a bad idea were further away than her memories of meeting Rachel in the club. They were as far away as the memories of her first kiss, or her own first word.

Virtually nonexistent.

“That’s a good pill slut!” Toni’s plush, full lips melted into Lindsey, and she groaned in a way that sounded so tired. It felt like she woke up moments ago, but it didn’t feel like she’d been asleep either. Consciousness was a purgatory between drugs and blacking out, and a concept that was already becoming so difficult for Lindsey to understand as she melted into Toni’s kiss. When it broke, she was panting and shaking, grinding her naked pussy down into something without any care for what that meant besides friction. “Tell me you know we’ll take good care of you.”

“I… I…” Lindsey mewled. It was already easier again to do what she was told than to consider doing anything else. The moment that Toni gave her the idea for what to say, any other words she might try to find instantly floated away on the wind. “I know… you’ll take good care of me… mmmmphhh…!”

Lips met hers again, and Lindsey lost herself in the dance of tongues and the hand viciously kneading her sore breast that was already starting to feel so much better.

Everything felt so much better when she was lost in a red and white paradise.

Toni’s voice was a harsh whisper as she tugged Lindsey’s dark black hair. Her lips were right beside Lindsey’s ear, each syllable such delicious sensation that made the warmth of that pill burn into Lindsey’s libido in a way that made everything so much easier to bare. “Tell me you’re my down to fuck little pill pet.”

“I’m your down to fuck little pill pet…!”

The “medicine” made it so much easier to obey quicker, too. Less of Lindsey’s mind trying to work for her instead of someone else meant she didn’t need to understand what was asked of her.

She simply needed to obey like a good little pill pet.

“Fuck your voice sounds so pitiful, so desperate…!” Toni growled, biting at Lindsey’s neck so hard the only sound the drugged woman could manage by the end was a sharp, quivering squeak as her body thrashed, her pussy twitching against Toni’s body. “It’s like you’re only what I tell you to do when I’m telling you to do it… Nothing new, but you’ve got a voice and a body to kill for. Good thing all I need to do is make sure to keep you ‘fed’ huh?”

“It’s a gooooood thing…!” Lindsey’s eyes fluttered, blinking out of sequence as she found herself rubbing and grinding against Tony with more of that pitiful desperation.

She hadn’t been told to behave like that, not explicitly, but a part of her could tell how much Toni liked it, how much Toni wanted it. Her self-preservation instincts were gone, but her new instincts driven by her addiction were so much stronger.

Keeping herself feeling good was so much more important than keeping herself breathing.

Toni moaned, rolling Lindsey onto her back. Her arm brushed the side of a couch that she hadn’t known was there. It only existed when she felt it against her bare skin. “That’s fucking right it’s a good thing…! Mmm I could just fucking destroy you…!”

“D-d-destroy me…!” Lindsey’s voice shook through her comprehension, lust burning through her body as she shook under Toni’s body. “Destroy me and give me mooore…!”

“Oh fuck you’re already ruined… we already have destroyed you, even if we aren’t done with you!” Toni screamed, her hips moving quicker, harsher, her whimpers and whines hissing past her own trembling lips. “Mmmm no way you’d just be able to walk away now… not without crawling back to our front door… begging… for just… one… more… pill…!”

Toni was so close to the edge, and Lindsey could feel it. She couldn’t remember her time making other women cum, or recall how many times she’d been pushed over the edge, but it was part of the same instinct that drove her to plead for more.

Toni was close, and making her cum meant she’d be happy with Lindsey.

Making Toni happy with Lindsey guaranteed more pills.

More pills made Lindsey happy.

“Mooooore…!”

Toni came at the perfect moment as the warm haze felt like it was consuming the last of Lindsey’s body. All of that bone-deep chill was gone, and everything that felt so tight was suddenly so very loose. One moment didn’t just flow sweetly into the next—everything but the current moment dripped and bled away like cheap paint in the rain.

“What a pitiful little pill slut…” Toni shuddered, bucking against Lindsey as the drugged woman’s body grew more and more still. “Just the idea of more enough to make you cum…? Maybe we should save money, and our merchandise, and just give you sugar pills.

“Not sure you could tell the difference.”

“Couldn’t… tell the difference…”

Darkness was beginning to envelop the part of Lindsey that understood any part of what was being done to her, or happening around her. There was a certain comfort to that, knowing that she’d only be doing things that pleased the women who got her nice and high.

Doing what they wanted meant she got more.

Lindsey might not have understood why, but she knew she was always going to need more.

“I’m strung ooooout…!”

Lindsey’s mind wasn’t even done drifting back to her reality before her lips were moving. Her lips were rubbing together like hands rubbing over her arms in a pitiful attempt to warm herself up. It didn’t work, but her own discomfort was feeling further and further away even as it superimposed itself where once there had only been darkness and arousal and bliss.

“Wow. That was pretty quick, huh?” Women were laughing around Lindsey, but even if she could recognize some of their voices it was hard to pin down their names. It was hard to pin down anything. Her brain didn’t want to work, and she didn’t want to force it. “Toss me a bottle!”

The impossible to misconstrue sound of pills knocking together sailed through the air, deftly caught so close to Lindsey that it almost felt like the force of the sound itself were slamming percussively into her skull.

She moaned, her tongue dripping out to rub over her dry, dry lips as her thighs clenched tight.

“You made sure to feed her, right? These might not kill her, but she’s not worth as much if we can’t keep her quality up.”

Pop!

Lindsey moaned, feeling something like a spiritual orgasm. That sound was always a precursor to more. It was always what came before she got more drugs, more satisfaction, more more.

She couldn’t stop shaking, anticipation and withdrawals shuddering through her in equal measure.

“Yes, mom I made sure that I fed our pill slut. She took her multivitamin, too. I think she thought it was more drugs. Shoulda seen how loud she moaned when I forced her to swallow it down.” Feminine snickering tingled down Lindsey’s spine. She didn’t remember that, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t really remember much anymore. “Don’t fucking worry, Tabs. I know how to keep a whore alive.”

“Uh-huh.” The first voice sounded terribly amused.

Lindsey mewled. Her head was in a blonde woman’s lap, and large tits hung between her face and the woman holding an unmarked bottle of pills.

“Just like you remembered to plug in her headphones, right?”

“Like our little Linds even needs them anymore.” Lindsey could hear the eye roll even if she didn’t understood what that meant. She whined quietly, opening her mouth as she quietly whispered for more. She could only remember how to say the two lines with her mind so hazy and her need feeling so intense. “See! Look. She’s a bit tall to fit in your pocket, but she still only knows how to say she needs more drugs. Which do you think we should name her?”

The blonde laughed, shaking her head as she pressed a pill past Lindsey’s parted lips. “Whatever you want whenever you feel like referring to her. She’s property, not a person, remember?”

Lindsey swallowed, hard, and shook from head to toe.

She could feel the women above her staring at her, and that felt good. She wanted to be seen. She wanted them to want her, to use her. As long as they wanted that, she’d have more pills.

That felt more important than her next heartbeat or her next breath.

“Good…” Fingers brushed through Lindsey’s hair, coaxing out more of the warmth that Lindsey knew she’d be lost in so very soon. “See, isn’t life so much better when all you need to worry about is letting us know you need another hit? Unlike some addicts, you don’t even need to worry where your next hit is coming from, because you’re too drug-addled for that anyway. Let’s face it, the hangover is basically another part of the high, so the drugs never let you go. They like you too much for that, just like you love them.

“So you’re going to keep doing what we want, letting us know when you need more…” Lips pressed to Lindsey’s forehead, so warm, so soft, so perfect. The pressure felt like it pushed Lindsey outside of herself, making her float down deeper into the earth as the blonde’s voice was further and further away. “And we won’t make you deal with anything else ever again.”

Lindsey groaned, approximating something like a nod. Her connection with her body was already so tenuous. The world for Lindsey was already more drugs than it was reality.

One voice or another was harder to discern, but Lindsey still obeyed their every command without question. That meant she was rolling onto her back, holding her pussy open with one hand, and filling herself with the other. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she made sure to let her body bounce and jiggle and shake as much as she could.

Women encouraged her, correcting her technique, and Lindsey followed every word of advice. They told her to moan louder, and she did. They told her to sound more lost, more confused, more horny, so she did.

It was so easy to do what they wanted when Lindsey didn’t want anything.

So lost in the warmth and euphoria, Lindsey didn’t even want more pills. She existed inside of the last pill she swallowed, trapped inside of a capsule that gave her everything she could ever want, ever need, ever even think to ask for. As long as she was satisfied with barely feeling like she existed at all, feeling the rush and pleasure from being used without feeling connected to it, Lindsey was in heaven.

She barely noticed when a pair of wireless earbuds were pushed into her ears. The moment the familiar sounds started to thrust deep into her brain that sound blotted out everything else. She couldn’t hear the women around her joking about how they lasted for twice as long as the next leading brand while being so much cheaper and how there was a discount in the pinned comment.

Lindsey’s body came, but her mind had no comprehension of anything but heat and good and bliss.

A toy was placed into her hand, and then she was taught the precise rhythm they wanted. It was a simple matter of moving Lindsey’s hand for her until she found the pace on her own and the wet, slick sounds of the toy moving in her pussy filled the room along with her scent.

Lindsey was such a quick learner with her brain turned off.