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"We didn't steal anything!" had been said about forty times in the span of mere minutes. Something was messed up here, but both Ochaco and Deku found their protests on deaf ears as they were hauled away by police, followed by the shopkeeper who accused them of stealing from his store. The language barrier was a major complication, but these police didn't seem to care about resolving it, dragging the two off to the police station and throwing them into a dimly lit room. Each had two officers on them, yelling noisily about the danger of their quirks.
Their tourist visas were very strict on the fact that any action that could have been seen as hero work or even use of their quirks in public would lead to swift punishment and sanctions back home. This country was not welcoming to foreign heroes, and those strict pressures had the couple nervous, trying to argue their innocence while knowing that they weren’t getting through. These potentially corrupt officers didn't care for a word they said.
Now, stripped bare and blindfolded, the two tourists were pushed down to sit on what they thought would be chairs. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their continued arguments had fallen to a weak, hopeless state of whimpering uncertainty. The blindfolds left them shakily uncertain, not knowing what was happening or how to overcome it while being pushed down. But not onto chairs; the two were instead forced lower, to their knees, straddling vibrator saddles. One dildo slid into Deku's ass, one Ochaco sat herself down onto two, both of them letting loose surprised, uncertain noises as they were held down, firm hands on their shoulders keeping them in place. The problems if they fought back outweighed whatever the hell this was.
The final piece of equipment to baffle them were headphones. Pairs of headphones pushed onto their heads that muffled out their ability to hear anything around them. A steady drone hit them, the rattling chaos of something that imposed sensory deprivation upon them, keeping up a pressure over them. Words began to rumble into their ears, coming on from erratic directions, scanning voices that moved between ears or clashed against the voice saying other things. Confusion set in, pacifying and overwhelming them with the ache of a pressure and a heat to keep starting up weirder heat, the pressures meant to overwhelm and to insist something weirder upon them.
Neither spoke the language enough to understand what was happening or even really process the hypnotic efforts upon them, but the throbbing beats buzzing below the surface opened their minds up regardless. The buzzing turned toward music, toward a steady electronic beat that the words spoke over in time, making for something that transcended language and understanding. Penetrated by their seats and cut off from their own senses, the couple felt distant, isolated and split apart despite being so close together, unaware of any of what was happening.
Then, the saddles turned on.
Everything went haywire once the switches flipped, the sudden buzz inside of their holes that made both of them call out, but the deafening music kept them from hearing even their own voices.
Feeling the deep vibrations up his ass, Deku felt a sudden swell of pleasure utterly unlike anything he'd ever felt before, his body twisting about in worry and heat. His ass revealed itself to be sensitive in ways he struggled with now, biting his lip, head jerking back. he tried to throw off his headphones with the motion, but they held on too tightly, keeping him in place while the music began to build through him hotter, a stranger, thumping heat pulsing across him with unreal heat. His cock twitched up to life, fully hard and aching now under the burning, shriving heat that made his body ache hotter, the strangest of worries he didn't know how to handle all of this. His ass was wasn't ready for vibrating penetration, and the pressure swept up along him.
Ochaco hunched forward, similarly compromised and embarrassed, through maybe less started by the feedback that hit her but still deeply distressed. There was nothing to do to push back against all of this, the tremble of these worries that hit her hard and made her body ache in burning panic now. The confusion and the worry that this offered left Ochaco struggling, squirming, trying her best to really articulate the feelings that all got to her, pulsing across her body and demanding way too much from her at once. Her body writhed under this. This wasn't like using her own vibrator at all, a double-pronged push into way too much at once, the shiver and shudder that came from having to contend now with more than she was built to take, and which she was stuck trying her best to make sense of.
The music's relentless, pulsing beat continued to hit their ears, lulling their minds into the slowly tore tense, unfocused pressure that promised to ruin their focus and promised to make it harder to think clearly. Inescapable heat burned across them. They didn't understand the words, but their brains fell in line with the intent behind them, behind not only the steady music, but also the pulsating heat underneath it, an intense series of rhythms that existed just below the music's surface and wore at their minds. There was an intention here, a way to punish these thieving foreigners and get more out of them than simple apologies and an early ejection from their vacation.
"We didn't do anything," Deku said in the local tongue once more. He couldn't hear himself. He was powerless under this, his hips wriggling in shame and in worry. Rock hard and feeling his cock leaking pre-cum in a state of hopeless arousal, he continued to struggle with the pressure of having this thick penetration buzzing inside of his ass; it produced a lot of shaky and uncertain feelings, a lot of worries that all continued to wear at him and continued to challenge what he thought he was capable of now. There wasn't any good way out of this mess, the steadiness of a burning, embarrassing pressure that made him feel incredibly weak and uncertain. He felt a lot of things, all of them more potent and intense than he'd really known before, but he continued to give in to them, continued to let the pleasure compel him deeper.
Nothing her made sense to Ochaco, who tried to push up off of this, but her captors continued to nudge her down, keeping her in place while the music melted away at her. She felt emotionally unwell as the music continued to do something to her, not knowing knowing what it was but able to place a distinct sense that it was somehow wrong. She wanted to pull up from this, overwhelmed with a deep and innate desire from within to just get away from here, but there was no getting out. She was held down on the vibrators while they continued their work, forced to ride atop them and forced to continue falling into this. Nothing here was law or justice, but her efforts to spit it out left her instead making noises, babbling in confusion while her mind continued to rot away.
Their bodies began to move to the beat. For Deku, that meant a push down against the toy he sat atop, riding it with his cock flopping about and a sense of needy frustration wearing at him. His fingers trailed dangerously close to trying to touch his cock, before the officers pulled his hands away and cuffed them behind his back, keeping him from doing that. From doing anything, really. His hips rocked up and down, leaning back and writhing upward, his cock bouncing now to the pace he struck that began to fall in to the tune of the music. The music compelled him down, insisting that he give in to these stranger pressures. Rather than feel uncertain or like he had to run away, he felt calmer. The need burning inside of him didn't scare him, and the way the music began to compel his body made him sink into beautiful surrender.
Ochaco fought the movement, shifting about under the tension, wriggling laterally rather than moving atop the penetrations, but the toy accounted for that. They began to pump up into her holes, alternating with their wheezing, creaking pistons. She didn’t hear it. She only heard the song. The song that threatened her in ways she still couldn’t understand. The song that made her body shudder, insisting and demanding that she let it pulse through her, that she let the weight of these insistences became too much to escape from. Ochaco didn't want to relent to it, but as the pistons began to fuck the vibrating shafts into her, she couldn't help herself.
To the tune of the music, the pistoning thrusts wore at her. It reinforced the rhythm and the dominance behind it, the persistent heat that continued to make her thoughts falter, a struggle meant to ruin her focus and meant to make her thoughts sink into the worsening lust that became too potent to possibly escape from. Ochaco was trapped here, ruthlessly fucked and taken, made to feel all the warmth radiating through her body now and forced to accept the need that did its magic on her. She didn't know what this was, didn't know why this was happening, but the pleasure and the music drowned out her fears. Her heart rate remained high, but anxiety began to sink away from her fraught and endangered mind, made her instead slide into an acceptance of this.
She didn't want to accept. She didn't want to let this happen, but she didn't have a choice. Her shoulders lifted up again, and the hands were right there to push her down. There was only sitting atop this saddle, letting the throbbing, buzzing worry inflict its damage upon her. From deep in her ears to now deep into her holes, the music worked its frustrations out on her, tempting her to simply fall in to the obsession. It wasn't calm that this music offered, but it was calming to fall in to, the layers of voices compelling her to feel things, compelling her to understand something in their words that transcended language and became the soothing offer that she was powerless to resist.
Deku couldn’t hear his own moans, didn't know how loudly he was giving in to these pleasures, but he continued to sink down, continued to express himself in the most shameful of ways. He couldn't stop riding, his strong thighs pressing in against the saddle so he could bounce atop it. It was embarrassing how lusty he felt, but these obsessive lusts did to him too much to handle, the burning shame that made his body fall to pieces, made him surrender deeper to these weirder pleasures, to the throbbing, shivering heat of burning desire that all felt like precisely what he needed. The pleasure encouraged him along, the wild pleasure and the throbbing lust to continue to fall in to, the chaos and the all-consuming heat that felt like everything that he felt no reason to want to stop.
So he threw himself harder into it. He fucked down onto the shaft to the music, not even needing the pistoning action that nobody bothered to turn on because of just how needy he was. Deku supplied everything, the music taking him over and his desire compelling him to fall to pieces. Everything was just so intense, thundering across his body and demanding that he let himself fall to pieces for more of it. Too good, too hopeless, too wild. Nothing could stop his riding, and as strongly pre-cum made a mess everywhere, he felt like he was happy to lose himself.
Music moulded them both. Their minds fell to the simplistic rhythms at the top while the more complicated sounds underneath became the searing swell of a pleasure and a heat that drove them only to collapse. Pleasure relentlessly sought to ruin them and to make them feel too good to possibly resist the allure now, giving up to all the ideas and the passions without any direction or need for escape. There was only the burning satisfaction too beautiful to resist, too wild now for anything to hold them back from the potential and the depths that they offered.
They learned to stop struggling, and in the absence of that came more pleasure. Not just of the solid attention relentlessly pushing t their holes. Pleasure in calm. Pleasure in relaxation. Pleasure in submission. Pleasure. Dumb, mindless pleasure aching through their bodies and compelling them to fall to pieces. Neither of them could resist this pleasure, moaning out louder in their embrace of sloppy excitements, a push into the wilder chaos that kept compelling them to fall apart, ruled by need and fascination while their bodies ached for more.
Ochaco wanted to resist it, but she found it so hard to do that, so impossibly caught in the midst of sloppy embarrassment as the warming desire came across her. Even as she came, she tried her best to remind herself that something was amiss here, even if t felt further and further away by the second. For Deku, it was simple: once his first orgasm hit, he was a begging, needy mess moaning too loud for anyone to bear. His cock erupted hands-free and he babbled his way through the relief and the satisfaction that left him begging for more. Then came the second wave of orgasms; more struggle Ochaco, but Deku was even louder. Just before the third, the blindfolds came away and Ochaco realized that all along she had been face to face with her boyfriend, whose mouth hung open while he drooled and twitched through cumming hands-free, his glassy eyes gone cross and a look of pure lust on his face.
The man behind her said something that Ochaco couldn't make out, her body trembling through the embarrassing realization of how hard her boyfriend had broken. She came hard from that, whining, burning, her head rolling back as the music continued on, and the crushing worry of seeing Deku lose himself left her embarrassed. But the twitchy, needy boy blowing another hands-free load didn't care. He was addicted, barely even registering his girlfriend's presence for a moment longer as the music simply consumed him.
Consumed both of them.
Ochaco's body fell into movement to the music now, that final push into mindbreaking despair. Deku's hands were uncuffed, and he reached out toward Ochaco, who placed her hands into his. They didn't say anything. They couldn't have heard one another anyway. But as they looked into one another's eyes, they felt a uniting joy wash over them, not needing to say anything to fully understand one another and the pleasures taking hold of them, surging with beautifully deranged need through their bodies. Their moans rang out hotter, giving in to these sweeping lusts together, both bouncing to the beat of the music, fucking themselves onto the vibrators as the song took over and the hypnotic effects took them.
The music helped encourage them to cum. To melt. Hopeless and slutty and losing their minds together, neither understood their surroundings, but neither needed to. The pleasure was simply there to enjoy and to lose themselves to, the sweet collapse of reason that helped them feel better and better about their hungers. They came harder and harder, and the music overtook them ore and more. It became innate, the rhythm to which their bodies ached and to which whatever was left of their thoughts began to pulse to.
Only once they were finally surely broken down did the officers pull their detainees from the machines. By then, neither had any objection. The headphones came away, but weak, shaky legs left neither able to stand up too well. Not that the officers minded, given they quickly put their newly hypnotized sluts over a table. Neither hesitated.
Even with the headphones off, they could hear the music. They could feel the music. They looked dizzily at one another, smiling and silent, leaning in to kiss one another as two of the officers fished out their cocks and slammed into the tourists from behind, Deku’s ass and Ochaco's pussy both swiftly filled up with real, hard, warm cock after all that silicone preparation. It forced moans from their lips, but they remained mashed in against one another for the kiss, for the sloppy, writhing excitement of wanting to just let these pleasures pull them in. They didn't want anything but to lose themselves to this. All of this. Whatever it took. The music kept them happy. Kept them eager.
The men didn't thrust into either of them. They just pushed their cocks inside of them and held the couple over the table, watching as they began to fuck back against their cocks instead. Both perky, soft asses pressed back needily, bouncing upon the laps of the officers whose hypnosis session had been a smash success as now, they gave in to the rhythm of the songs that continued to ring in their heads, insistent and maddening, guiding them on how to be sluts and how to fuck back against these cocks they needed so badly. Obedient and ready, they wanted only to let the pleasure take them.
"Feels so good," Ochaco moaned. Her voice sounded flat and aimless. "Sex is amazing. Why haven't we been fucking all the time?'
"Why haven't I been letting men fuck my ass?" Deku asked with a similar spaciness. Even the cadence of his voice fell in line with the voice that spoke over the music. He was placid. He was at ease. Even as his hips crashed back to meet the officer's cock and pleasure it with his tight hole, Deku was satisfied in the relief it brought him, in the warming satisfaction that continued to compel him only to want to lose all control. There was so much warmth to give in to here, a distance between reason and want that continued to pull them in tighter, made them crave what seemed so far away now.
The officers stood over them, groping shamelessly at the asses at work on their cocks, smiles on their faces. They talked to one another in their native tongue, remarking on how easy these two shoplifters were to pacify and to 'fix'. There was nothing left to do now but appreciate their handiwork before giving them back to the shopkeeper who they'd stolen from in the first place. That no crime had truly occurred, or that maybe the demand to have them hypnotized and then handed back to the shopkeeper was motivation enough for him to lie, didn't matter. These corrupt officers didn't care about any of that. It may have been their jobs to, but they simply continued on with ruthless delight, continuing to violate the tight holes on offer.
But the 'criminals' didn't care that they hadn’t stolen anything either. Placid and living the stead beat that kept their minds at ease, they fucked back onto the cocks, moaning louder, losing themselves to the continued desire and the passion of their new states, of hopeless cumsluts who felt the need to fuck to the music and to give themselves in to the song. To let the words they didn't understand pass through them. The truth of whatever was in those words was beyond them, but not beyond the bodies that served and craved and surrendered, allowing the warmth to compel them ever deeper, allowing sense to continue its slide away from reason and away from anything that could have stopped them from truly appreciating their slide now into obedience.
The pleasure was worth that. Worth everything. Wildly slamming back to meet these attentions and melting under the obsessive heat that it brought with it, neither wanted anything but to fall to pieces. They gave up happily to the inevitable, to the warmth and the obsession that drove them mad with lust. Moans bright and ready rang out as they let loose their desires, happily sharing in this moment together. They didn't let go of one another's hand through the utter collapse of sense that this brought with it. There was only relief, only lust, only the persistence and the warmth and the joy that continued to break them down together. This was everything to the hopeless wrecks surrendering to the fullest extent of their lusts now, a desire beyond reason.
"We're sluts," Deku moaned. "I should have known I needed a cock in my ass to cum so hard."
"We're sluts!" Ochaco gasped. "I should have known that I was just as bit a slut as you and stopped fighting it."
The officers took charge again after long enough, pushing them forward and fucking wildly into them, the pleasure that made them shriek harder under the pleasure that hit harder, the pleasure that drove them completely mad with desire. Even if it wasn't to the tune of the song anymore, they were happy to let it happen, giving in to the sloppy surrender, an embrace of satisfaction and heat that didn't let up on them. There was nothing but pure warmth now. Placid, needy, almost drooling onto the table as pleasure warmed them up, neither could resist these lusts, fucked side by side like the hopelessly in love cumsluts they were, lost to any concern for what they were going to have to do or how unrestrained these ecstasies became. The pleasure consumed them, and everything simply became too mad and too fierce to want to resist now.
Every thrust into their holes felt so good, placating them and a newfound need to take cock, to serve cock, to love cock. There was nothing but warmth and satisfaction to be found here as they leaned in to one another, united on their vacation even if only through dubious means now. They'd wanted to see beaches and landmarks, and instead, they were getting fucked inside a dimly lit room by a couple corrupt goons, minds warped and hypnotized into lusty surrender, the burn of pleasures that didn't make a shred of sense now. Insatiable, burning lust kept them completely lost, the unstoppable and senseless satisfaction driving them finally over the line. The pleasure was too much, and it tore them asunder with unbelievable insistence and joy now, the gleeful escalation that became all they could process.
Cum flooded into them, and the reality of warm, real sex pushed them to the most potent orgasms yet. Ochaco squealed and heaved while cumming around the cock filling her up with a raw load, while Deku's moans came alongside a hands-free eruption all over the front of the table, his twitching cock letting loose excitedly under the new understanding of just how much of an anal slut he could be. The pleasure was brilliant. Warm, sweet euphoria that kept him sinking into the warmth. They could not have been happier to succumb like this to the lust and the churning, throbbing desire. It was everything they could have asked for, the shaky, writhing, mindbroken ecstasy that called out for them to simply give up deeper.
They were ready now.
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The shopkeeper took the two troublemakers home with him. The whole ride back, Ochaco and Deku sat very still and very silent, their eyes emptily staring off in a lack of stimulation and thought, all the way on until they were finally pulled into the back room and the man put on the music that he had been given.
From the very first note of the song that now lived inside of their minds, the two heroes dropped to their knees and fished out his cock, whining and gasping their way through completely broken surrender. The music activated the need inside of them to be sluts, and they both began to lovingly lavish the cock in front of them with hopeless, sweeping desire, licking to the rhythm of the song and letting it overwhelm them again, accepting it into themselves.
"What you should be doing," mumbled the shopkeeper, while he watched these two stare up at him. "Little thieves need to be punished. A month of paying me back is what you deserve for what you stole." He laughed his way through the sight of them at work, these two pretty cocksuckers lavishing him with their tongues. Of course they hadn't stolen anything, but foreigners received harsh punishments to 'repay' what they stole, and the sight of these two walking into his store made him light up with immediate interest.
The thick, heavy cock standing so rigid before them needed their hands to help keep it still so they could properly lick all over it. The couple's fingers entwined around the shaft, a show of their love that helped them dig in to this pleasure together. They were in love, united, losing themselves to these beautifully lustful, hopeless joys. No restraint, no calm, just the ever-sloppier devotion and desire that held them so tightly. Their tongues worked against the cock and melted in to loving kisses.
All to the pulsating beat of the music. Hear it through the room meant it thumped through the floor a little bit, but such was how their bodies were already set to give in. The pleasure continued its powerfully alluring heat, the sweeping desire that continued to compel them down lower, losing themselves to the warmth and the passion harder by the second. The music carried them, compelled them, kept them desperate to lose themselves and embrace what became too hot for sense. Their bodies were ready, lit up with tremendous, trembling lust and throwing themselves into the obsessive desire to lose control. Worshiping this cock was all they understood, all they wanted.
Wordless, malleable, obedient. They were the perfect hypnotized sluts to serve him, moaning all over his cock and lapping along his shaft. Deku was the first one to take him into his mouth properly, bobbing along his shaft and obeying the urgency that carried him deeper, but Ochaco was quick to take her turn with him, too. The taste ignited their tongues, their once-deprived senses now ramping up only to appreciate everything they perceived, the tremble of obsession and want that kept them needing more f this, embracing the pleasure with less and less sense or control, the imprecise collapse into ecstatic ruin that kept them caught in this state of fitful need.
They sucked his cock to the music. Even the motion of their heads fell into pace with the tune that played over a cheap set of speakers in the back. The quality didn't matter. Only the pulsating rhythm that their minds learned to accept. The hypnotic words weren’t present, and the insidious rhythms playing under the music that embedded the trigger were gone, only the ordinary-sounding song remaining. A song that served to induce this state in them, to compel them, to fuck to its rhythm and feel good as the music swept across them.
Passing his cock back and forth, they took their turns at lovingly sucking it down, embracing the lust that burned through them. Mindless, obedient, ready to sink into the obsession and the clam with less and less sense. There was only the sweetness of letting go, of serving cock and giving in to their purpose. Their licks, their kisses, every motion of their heads... There was a beautiful warmth to all of it, something steady and enticing that helped them settle together into this pleasure, and to accept the throbbing ecstasy. All to keep sharing his cock together, to keep serving and adoring, the pleasure continuing to compel them into the throes of a deeper chaos that stopped making sense to them now, became warm and enticing and relieving.
For their hard work, they received the praise of cum splattering all over their faces. Ochaco and Deku both pulled back, going cheek to cheek, tongues hanging out of their mouths while they embraced the sheer satisfaction behind all of this, the pleasure and the warmth to keep giving in to. They took it all, whining, heaving, prime and aching now for his cock. They turned around, moaning and sticking their asses out, begging to be the first one he fucked and surrendering to the gooey joy of their cumslut servitude.
Their vacation hadn't gone as planned, and their return trip was going to have to be delayed. They had a month to serve out their sentence, and even when they did go back home, they wouldn't be the same. Placid, calm, so completely unlike themselves, but sure to turn into ravenous cocksluts the moment that some music carried through their bodies. There were going to be a lot of questions about why their vacation was so long, a lot more questions about why they were like this, but then a lot of quiet acceptance when any friend who asked ended up getting run through by the couple in their slutty bid for anything they could get.