18+! So this is a request from the winner of last chapter's contest, NomadicFenrir, so this one's for you buddy. It will be kinky, it will be amazing, and you will love it. Now please, enjoy my dirty mind...

   I sighed as I collapsed into the recliner, stretching to pop the knot in my back. I'd been moving boxes all fucking day. And I still wasn't done. I should have paid for a professional moving company. I could afford it, but I hadn't thought it was necessary. Bad, bad judgement call.
   I took a look at everything I still had to do. I had all the essentials out. That's good. But everything else was still sitting in their boxes, waiting to be unpacked. I glanced at the time on my phone. 5:23. "Oh fuck this."
   I stood up and stretched again before grabbing my jacket and shoes. The rest of this shit could wait, I need a break. I quickly slipped them on and stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the cool Autumn air.
   I locked the door and started walking down the street. It was a quaint little town, complete with a happy townsfolk and cute little streets. I loved it. It was beautiful and perfect and rent was cheap. That was a huge bonus. I'm kinda surprised it was so low for such a beautiful place, especially since it was a five minute walk from the shopping district.
   I sighed happily as I stepped into the cafe. It was the only one in town, and it was the first place I saw whenever I came through. Once I started at work I'd be able to stop every morning. Thank God.
   I smiled at the girl working the counter. "Hi. Can I get a hot chocolate?"
   She was very, very cute. She was taller then me, maybe around 6 feet. She had light brown hair that fell loosely around her shoulders and gorgeous green eyes. "Of course cutie."
   I smiled softly as she quickly made the drink, slipping a ten into the tip jar. She winked at me and then slipped me the drink. I blushed a little and nodded as I walked out. "Be sure to give me a call. My number is on the cup."
   I nodded shyly and kept going, lightly sipping the hot drink. I am really going to like it here. I stared around at all the colorful stores. Beautiful Bouquet, John's General, the Emporium. I did a double take at that one. Unlike all the other stores, it didn't have the decorative lights or cheery atmosphere. It looked kind of goth in comparison.
   I found myself drawn to the store, taking hesitant steps towards it. The door opened soundlessly, and I took a good look around. There were several rows of shelves, each filled to the brim all kinds of strange objects. I felt my eyes roving up and down them, taking in the view of each one of the weird little things.
   There was a choker that had a dozen or so leather bands hanging off it, a small statue of a sexy leopard man, and even a chair off to the side that was blood red and had leather loops on the arms. Everything seemed to give off a dark aura. It almost felt like the items were trying to pull me in, waiting for me to touch them.
   I gulped and backed up. This place felt like it was draining me. I had just taken another step when I bumped into someone. "Easy there son. You could hurt yourself."
   I jumped and turned around, nearly tripping over my feet. The man was only a little taller then I was, maybe just an inch or two taller than my 4'10. He had a kind smile and mischievous eyes, as well as grey hair that frizzed around him like he'd been shocked.
   "I-I'm sorry sir. I just got a little scared." He nodded and walked past me, taking a seat behind the counter.
   "I understand. First timers usually are. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?" I shook my head a little, still stunned by everything around me. He nodded again and waved me closer. "I've got something to help with that."
   I took a few hesitant steps closer as he pulled a small machine looking thing out and set it on the counter. "I don't ever get a lot of new customers, so I don't have to use this very often. Most of them already have an idea of what they want."
   I looked at the machine. It looked twice as old as the man currently plugging it in. It lit up and revealed a hand scanner, with a bright read-out on the side. "Alright. This will tell me whatever I have in here you want the most. But do your best not to think about anyone or anything. It can mess with the reading."
   I gulped and placed my hand on the machine, resisting the urge to jump back as it hummed loudly. "Calm down. And don't think of anyone."
   My mind jumped straight to the girl from the cafe and the machine beeped loudly, flashing a bright series of letters and numbers. The man looked at it and sighed. "I'm guessing you met my granddaughter then. I'd make you do it again, but it'll keep popping up the same thing until your heart's desires change."
   I looked at him, confusion obviously on my face. "H-huh?"
   He stepped down from his chair and started down one of the aisles. "Come on."
   I followed him slowly, doing my best to avoid touching anything. "W-what is all this stuff anyways?"
   He chuckled a little, looking over his shoulder at me. "These are things I've created or found. Most really aren't for the faint of heart. And of course, some have been given to me by others. Like this."
   He hefted a jar off the shelf, nearly falling from the weight. I moved to help him but he waved my away. "I've got it. This was donated by my granddaughter Mia, the one at the cafe."
   The jar was pretty big, maybe about a foot tall and around the same diameter. It was full of a strange blue liquid that had an eerie glow to it, and it almost looked like it was bubbling. And just like everything else, I found myself attracted to it. I felt like I was in a trance. "W-what is it?"
   He chuckled a little and lifted it up again. "It's a memory mold." He carried it past me and set it on his counter. "It contains a copy of my granddaughter's mind and desires."
   I stared at him for a second as he slapped a tag on the side. I wanted to ask him more questions, but my throat felt constricted. "I have a policy here. The first thing you get is always free. That way you come back for more."
   He gestured for me to take the jar and I did so, shifting it around in my arms. It was heavier then it looked, so I had to hunch a little as I carried it. "If you want more, I can help you get some. Just come back whenever. Or talk to my granddaughter. She could help you too."
   I nodded slowly. I still couldn't find my voice. I carried it out the door, it shutting soundlessly behind me. And as I looked up, I jolted a little. "The hell?"
   I was already home, holding the jar in my living room. I couldn't have walked home that fast. Could I? I set the jar on the coffee table and took a shaky step towards the kitchen. I needed some water. Yeah, that's it. Just a little dehydrated.
   I had taken my second step when I heard a loud bump. I jumped a little and turned, staring at the jar. As if on cue, it shuddered, scooting closer to the edge. On reflex I jumped at it, just before it fell. I sighed and then took a look at it. I hesitantly unscrewed the lid and set it to the side. It smelled like some kind of mint, and the surface bubbled and simmered.
   I gulped and backed away, taking slow steps without looking away. Once I was about five feet away I sighed. Then the jar shuddered. "No no n-"
   The jar suddenly jumped forward, falling off the table with a loud crash as it shattered. The goo inside spread around for a second and then it started coming back together. I watched in horror as it rose up, first past the table, then past the couch, and then past me. It slowly morphed itself into a person, with curvy hips and perky breasts. As well as a very long and very hard cock that was pointing in my direction.
   I gulped in fear as the face filled in, and the goo creature opened it's eyes, smiling at me. Holy shit. It looked just like the girl from the cafe. "H-hi?"
   Her smile widened as color started filling in. The light brown hair, the softly tanned skin. The bright green eyes. I gulped again as she held up a hand, gesturing for me to come closer.
   I shook my head and her smile tightened. "N-no."
   Her smile slowly shifted into a smirk as she stalked towards me. I backed up, but I didn't have far to go as my back pressed against the wall. I whimpered fearfully as she caged me against the wall, her breasts pressing lightly against my chin. I blushed and tried to move away, but her hands shot out with surprising speed, pinning my arms to the wall.
   I tugged and pulled desperately, but her grip was like iron. It lowered it's face a little, just enough that it was level with mine. I gulped and hunkered back a little, making the goo girl smirk again. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, making me gasp in surprise. It's tongue forced it's way past my lips, pushing mine aside with little effort. I whimpered softly as the slimy thing explored my mouth. It didn't taste terrible, almost like spearmint.
   It pulled away a little and trailed it's tongue up the side of my face. I panted a little, looking away. "S-stop..."
   The girl ignored me and instead started kissing down my neck. I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself and she latched onto my neck, sucking and biting as if she was trying to suck every last ounce of fight from me. And it was working. I slowly felt my arms losing strength, until the only thing keeping them up was her death grip.
   I moaned again and she let go, making me fall on my knees and crumple, breathless. She gripped my wrists again and pulled them up above my head. I looked up at her and flinched as she shuddered, an extra set of arms sprouting from her ribs. "H-how?"
   I couldn't think clear enough to properly ask a question as she placed one of the new hands on my head, the other stroking herself while she chewed on her lip. She moved it closer to my lips and the realization hit me. "W-wait, I c-can't, p-please n-"
   My whimpers didn't deter her as she forced herself past my lips, moving her hips just enough to press against the back of my throat. I whimpered desperately as she took the hand holding her cock and placed it on the back of my head with the other. I couldn't pull away from it, from her, from anything. My arms were still limp in her hands, and if I wasn't already on my knees they'd be too shaky to stand. So as she started pushing my head down, I didn't fight. I couldn't fight. Hell, with the tight tent in my pants, I wasn't sure I wanted to fight. Being forced into this position and having her dick buried in my throat was just driving my own dick crazy.
   I gagged loudly as she kept pushing my head down. There was some kind of tasteless slime around it that seemed to be working as it's own kind of natural lube, but it still felt like I was trying to fit a baseball bat down my throat.
   She stopped when I was a few inches from fitting it all in and then slammed my face into her. I cried out in pain, tears streaking down my face. She wasted no time, pulling me back up by my hair and then slamming me back down again. Each time she forced me back down I cried out again, both from lack of air and the harsh pain.
   She pulled me back again, and I saw her pull her hips back. I squeezed my eyes shut as she rammed back into my throat, slamming my face down at the same time. I screamed and she did it again, and again, and again. I screamed until my throat stopped working well enough to do it, and then I just started whimpering softly.
   She eventually started slowing down and then she held me at the base, throwing her head back in a silent moan. This thing couldn't cum, could it? I felt her tip expand and then a warm fluid started building in my throat. It could. I whimpered and started swallowing before she could get mad. I had a feeling it was still being it's own version of 'gentle' and I didn't want to piss it off.
   She pulled out and I coughed up a few globs, shuddering. I could feel some dribbling down my chin and I panted. It was minty like before, but sweeter. Like peppermint. She released my arms and they fell limply at my sides. I shuddered again and let my head droop. I felt violated. I felt abused. And it felt great.
   Her hand started massaging my hair and I whimpered softly, nuzzling her hand needily. "P-please..."
   She didn't respond, but her grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head up to face her. I cried out and looked up at her, shivering. She smirked and ran a hand along my cheek. I blushed and she tugged my hair again, pulling me onto my feet. I whimpered as she dragged me into the kitchen, pressing me against the counter.
   With a loud rip, my shirt fell off, small tatters hanging off my shoulders. I blushed darky as one set of hands gripped my hips, the other pushing my hands on the counter so they were in front of me and supporting my weight. I felt her cool lips trailing up my back and I shivered, moaning quietly. "P-please take me, p-please..."
   I didn't know if this thing could understand speech or not, but either way it ignored me, continuing to kiss and suckle lightly along my shoulder. I moaned again as one of the hands on my hips started trailing up my side. I whined needily and then yelped as the other smacked my ass. I whimpered quietly as she went back to exploring my body, leaving little marks all along my collarbone.
   I felt her shudder again and I looked back in time for another set of arms to sprout, just below the last set, along with a strange, skinny wire looking appendage just the arm on her left side. She reached around and unbuttoned my pants, the middle set of arms rising up my sides to play with my nipples and the top set pulling my head every which way so she could reach different parts of my neck.
   My pants and boxers dropped to my ankles and I shivered as her cold hands massaged my ass. "Please please I need it..." I whimpered out and she slapped my ass again, making me bite my lip so I couldn't cry out. I felt something cold and slimy trailing around my hip and I looked down. The small wire thing was slowly coiling around the base of my cock and I cried out in desperation. "No, no, please, I need it please." She ignored my whimpers and I cried out again as it tightened. "W-why?"
   She ignored me yet again and pressed a soft, cold kiss against my cheek as she lined herself up against my hole. I shook my ass needily as she pushed into me, making me whimper quietly in pain. The slime was definitely working as lube, but she was fucking huge. She used the bottom pair of hands to spread my cheeks and then I screamed as she slammed into me.
   "Fuck!" She slapped my ass again as one hand fisted my hair, yanking until I was staring at the ceiling. My vision was blurring with each thrust and I was letting out a long chain of pained cries with them. I couldn't focus on anything. My entire body was screaming with pleasure and pain, and my mind couldn't keep up. She still had the two hands on my hips, to hands playing with my nipples, and one keeping my head in place while the other started stroking me.
   I could feel everything falling away from me, until all that was left was what I felt. I could feel her hands, molding me into a brainless fucktoy. I could feel her large cock, branding me from the inside. I could feel her cold lips leaving hickeys up and down my neck, marking me as an abused and dirty slut.
   I felt her twitch inside me, and I broke. Reality snapped back into place as the wire loosened, and I screamed a final time as I came, my body convulsing in pleasure. "Master!"
   She filled me to the brim with her dangerously sweet cum, and then she was gone. I collapsed to the ground, trying to fight the bodily shutdown I was experiencing. I whimpered painfully as I looked around, the adrenaline wearing off. The goo girl was no where to be seen. All that was left was the broken jar and the warm liquid still leaking out of my ass. After a few moments of fighting off the exhaustion, I gave in, letting my body and mind drift away...

   I entered the cafe with a dark blush plastered on my face. I was limping a little, and my brain was still spinning from the night before. The girl at the counter took one look at me and then smirked, walking past me and flipping the open sign around. I immediately dropped my head at she came around to stand in front of me. "Sit down."
   I did so, keeping my eyes on the table as she took the seat across from me. "I-I'm Dustian."
   She let out a small hum, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Mia. And did you enjoy yourself last night, slut?"
   I blushed darkly, shrinking into myself. "Y-you k-know about that?"
   She laughed, an airy, teasing laugh that seemed to mock me. "Why do you think it's called a memory mold? As soon as it was finished with you it came straight to me. And oh, did I enjoy the memories it gave me."
   I couldn't shrink into my chair anymore, but I managed to find my voice. "T-the goo. H-how much was a-accurate about it?"
   I could see her smirk as she gently lifted my chin to look at her. "If you're wondering about my cock, then yes. It's real. As for the arm thing, that's just something it did to better demonstrate everything I would want to do to you if I could." I stared into her bright green eyes in awe, my lips parting slightly. She leaned closer and gently pressed her lips to mine. There was no tongue, no perversion to it at all. But I still melted into it, panting softly as she pulled away.
   She stared at me for a second, and I could see a visible shudder pass through her. "You taste so much better than I remember." I bit my lip shyly as she leaned into my ear. I shuddered at the words she whispered into my ear. "I am going to enjoy being your Master so very, very much."

3419! Nomadic, I really hope you enjoyed this. I worked pretty hard on this, but I always feel like I could have done any request better. Either way, I'll be holding another competition soon. And I'd like to go ahead and make this clear: the same person can't win two different competitions. I have an idea of what to do about that, so I might make an announcement about it. I hope you enjoyed my dirty mind...