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The mall is as busy as ever. A commotion of people crowd the mall, taking advantage of the sales the stores had that evening. It’s hard not to get caught in the fever and reach into your wallet for the smell of pretzels that wafted through the pristine halls. Consider Guest cured, only passing the windows displaying the hot new fashion trends a single glance before walking by.
It wasn’t his idea. Matt called up the couple for a shopping trip, and of course Charlotte was going to come along. He’d call it a family outing, but he’s more of a glorified bellboy they use to carry around their expensive hull of clothing (thank god for military discounts.) But he wasn’t complaining. He’s on paid leave, and he’s going to enjoy as much time with his friends and family as he can.
At some point, he split off from the others to use the bathroom. The checkout line was longer than his bladder could stand, a quick trip and he’d be back before they knew it. Daisy said she’ll meet him at the food court, but she never said where the food court was. This place is built like a maze to trap the poor souls that are lured in by the smoothie stands. He tries the map brochure again, its confusing layout only serving to aggravate him. He should’ve known better to read while walking in the crowded mall as he makes a turn down the corner, immediately bumping into someone.
It feels like a weak shove when the younger man rams into him. His burger hat falls off his head as he’s knocked back by Guest’s full frame, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. He lets out an audible groan, rubbing the back of his head while attempting to push himself back up.
“Oh god, are you alright!?” Guest shoves the brochure into his pocket. He immediately kneels over to his aide, reaching out his hand.
He fixes his crooked glasses back on his face. He blinks to focus his eyes before looking up to the older man. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He takes his hand, allowing Guest to pull him back on his feet with ease.
“Sorry about that, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Guest apologizes.
“It’s okay, really.” He brushes it off, shoving his clammy hands into the pockets of his black hoodie with an awkward smile. “Wow, you’re strong.”
“Oh, uh- thanks, I guess.” The compliment catches him off guard. He’s a lot of things that people tell him: strong, kind, respectful. He accepts them with a smile, but doesn’t let it get to his head. It’s just surprising hearing it from somebody that isn’t his friends or family. Still, he can’t help but be flattered. “You be careful, alright?”
He nods, picking up his hat before scampering off and walking away. With that out of the way, Guest gets back to the task at hand. He reaches into his back pocket for the brochure, the lump where his wallet’s supposed to be suspiciously empty. He gives himself a full patdown before reaching the horrible conclusion that it’s missing. Guest curses under his breath. How could he have lost it!? He swore he felt it on him when he shoved the brochure away unless-
His head snaps for the crowd that the man disappeared to. “That son of a…”
Guest makes chase for the petty thief, pushing past bodies with half-baked apologies to look over the sea of people. It takes him a second to catch the bun of his hat before he’s barreling straight for his direction. The bastard can steal his money for all he cares, but he can’t replace the priceless photos of his daughter he’s saved in its leather sleeve. He must’ve realised that he’s been caught, breaking into a sprint once he slipped out of the crowd.
“Hey! Stop!” Guest calls out, chasing him down the corridor. The guy’s faster than he expected, always a corner turn around him before he could catch up. It’s an insult to his drill sergeants that he’s being bested by that underweight creep. But their unspoken game of cat and mouse reaches an end when he catches him slipping into the bathrooms. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks he could hide from him.
The door slams open with more force than Guest wanted to use, but he was beyond polite gestures when he caught the sleazy teen at the other end. The thief yelps at the loud bang, whipping around to face his would-be victim.
“O-oh! Funny seeing you here!” He gives him a nervous smile, sweaty hands clamming behind his back.
“Give it back.” Guest glares at him. “Now.”
“P-please, man. I-I don’t mean any trouble! I’m really sorry, this is my first time doing this kind of thing and I…” He rambles on, lips quivering as he babbles over his words.
His face softens, his image of the man more pitiful than he led on. He seems pretty young, college age maybe? He’s got his whole life ahead of him yet he’s risking a criminal record for some pocket change. Maybe he’s too soft on the worst kinds of people, maybe he’ll feel guilty for ruining this guy’s life with jail time, but he walks over with a calmer approach.
“Just relax, you’re fine. We all make bad decisions when we’re desperate. Just give me back my wallet and we can forget this ever-”
Guest suddenly stops, every single part of him. His muscles are frozen in place, stuck in his position like someone hit pause on him. His mind tells his fingers to move but he barely makes a twitch. He can’t breathe, but he’s not suffocating either. He starts to panic but he can’t feel his heart beating through his chest. He’s never felt so claustrophobic in his own body.
“You’re [welcome.]” A glitched voice stutters from behind him. Emerging from the bathroom stall, another hooded man hovers over to the other’s side, this time dressed in purple and branding a black and white mask over his face. “C-c-could’ve done anything [BUT] teleport away-y-y, [007n7.]”
“Hey YOU try typing and running away at the same time.” He argues back, the man’s nervous demeanor suddenly switches to something more lax. He pulls a black screen from behind his back, typing something into the HUD. “That was cool, though. Is that the new code you’ve been working on?”
“Y-yeah, it completely [freezes] people’s avatars! Took a few [trial r-r-runs], b-but this is the [first] time it actually worked!” He boasts, Guest dreads what would’ve happened if it didn’t.
“Sweet… wait- he can’t hear us, can he?”
“Well, it’s not [fun] when t-they’re unconscious.”
“... You’re weird, Noli.”
The HUD dissipates from 007n7’s hand, digging into his pocket and pulling out a wallet- his wallet. He opens it up and searches through the leather pockets. The disappointment is imminent on his face when he pulls out the measly $40. He’s thankful Daisy did all his shopping for him. “Dammit, I thought he was loaded!” He throws the wallet away in frustration, but still pocketing the money.
“Damn, wanna try another guy then?” Noli suggests.
“Hell no, this guy was ready to kill me for this. I wanna teach him a lesson…” He leers towards Guest, a dark glint in eyes that makes him shudder. Unable to move, scream, or even blink, he’s completely at the men’s mercy.
“Ooh! I-I [like] where this is headi-i-ing…” Noli hums with excitement, floating over to Guest and circling around him. His hands graze the back of his muscles, running his hands along the crevices of his shoulder blades before resting them on his shoulders, giving him a massage that made him feel anything but relaxed. “S-s-so what do [you want] to d-do with him?”
“Let’s see…” 007n7 mumbles to himself, eyes looking up Guest’s body as he approaches him. Without warning, he grabs at his pec, taking a handful of the tender flesh and squeezing it. A heat rises to his face, feeling the man pinch his nipple over the fabric of his clothes, embarrassed when it stays hard from the unwanted contact. He doesn’t make a sound when he lifts his shirt up, exposing his toned body to grade him like meat. “He’s got some pretty tits on him, what if we sold him off as a sex doll?”
“E-Eh-h-h, there’s a few [bugs] in t-the code I haven’t [ironed] out. The freeze is temporary f-for-r a [couple hours.]”
007n7 scoffs. “We’ll just have to make the most of it.”
The two make quick work undressing him. Noli lifts his arms up, remaining stiff in the air as he pulls his shirt off his body and discards it. Guest could feel a scream trapped in his throat when he felt 007n7’s hands pull off his belt. “Let’s see what this old man’s packing…” 007n7 murmurs, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He lets out a mused whistle, taking his shaft to admire the underside of his cock. “Christ he’s hung! Your wife must be very happy with you.” He snickers, cupping his balls to give them an experimental squeeze.
He’d punch in his fucking teeth if he could. How dare he bring her into this? He’s already been humiliated enough, years of intensive defense training laid to waste when he needed it most. He can’t imagine how he’d explain this to Daisy, how he allowed himself to be stripped and violated by two complete strangers. They better pray he doesn’t wake up right now.
“[A-and] he’s so s-o-o-oft too…” Noli’s hand snakes under Guest’s arm to cup his chest, his other hand roaming the curve of his back to smack his ass with a firm squeeze. “Now I [wish] I could t-take [him home.]”
“Put him on his knees.” 007n7 commands and Noli follows. He kicks behind his shins to get him to buckle down on his knees and fixes his hands to his lap. Guest watches in silent horror as 007n7 unzips his fly, pulling himself out of his briefs and waving his dick around for his viewing displeasure. He slaps his shaft against his cheek, dragging his length across his face to mark every inch of it. “Like what ya see?”
“I bet he’s se-e-ecretly enjoying [this.] N-no idiot would corner [himself] like thi-is if they weren’t asking t-t-to get raped.” Noli whispers to his side, voice crackling like static in his ear. Something prods between his legs, sliding between his thighs and slowly thrusting. Noli’s hands wrap around his waist to graze the lean fat of his stomach, touching him in ways he’d never let anyone else would. His wandering fingers trailing over his mound to take his cock into his hands to play with his tip. His thumb runs along his sensitive slit while his free digits pull back the skin.
007n7’s tip prods between the seams of his lips, giving his dick a few pumps to stroke off his ego. He hooks his finger under his teeth and unhinges his jaw, allowing himself to slide into his mouth. “Fuuuck…” He curses under his breath as he buries his crotch into his chin. The twitching sensation would’ve been enough to make Guest gag- if he had his reflexes.
Guest is lost in a haze, trapped in his body that betrays him in the pleasure. He can only think about his wife Daisy, apologizing to her in his head thousands of times for defiling his loyalty. It’s hard to keep his focus when 007n7 pulls at the roots of his blue hair to keep his head steady, thrusting into his mouth with full force like there’s no tomorrow. He can’t hear his thoughts over the lewd squelching of his cock hitting the back of his throat.
“You’re-e-e taking it [so well~] you make such a go-od fucktoy.” Noli cooes, grip squeezing around his cock just to toy with him more. Guest can feel the heat pooling in his stomach but unable to burst, he might not come out as a normal person if he does. He lets go for a moment to steady Guest’s hips, nails digging into his skin as he chases his own pleasure. “I-I can ma-a-ake you all [mine.] Abuse your [bitch body] u-until you’re all used up. You’d love that [wouldn’t you?]”
“Noli, shut the hell up.” 007n7 groans, giving a Guest a hard thrust out of frustration. “I can’t finish when you’re talking like that…”
Noli murmurs something under his breath, but reluctantly softens his words to whispers against the back of his neck. Able to focus again, he tilts Guest’s head upwards so he’s forced to lock eyes with 007n7. His smug grin sickens him, basking in the satisfaction of putting Guest in his place. He wants him to see how helpless he is, that whatever Guest can do- he can quickly undo in a matter of a click of a keyboard.
Without any warning, 007n7 slams his head hard against his groin, forcing him to take every inch of his cock. He lets out a sharp gasp as he bottoms out, hot loads of his seed pumping down his throat with each hard throb. It’s not long until Noli follows him, joining his hips with Guest and pushing his thighs together, trying to squeeze out as much of his orgasm onto his lap. Guest can only sit there and take it all, letting himself be fully tainted.
“Phew! That was great!” 007n7 lets out a sigh of relief, pulling himself out, leaving behind an empty feeling dripping from Guest’s gaping mouth. He wipes off the lewd mixture of fluids off on his cheeks before fixing his pants. “Aw man, you should see the look on your face right now.”
“O-oh, [take] a photo!” Noli suggests.
007n7 smirks, digging into his pocket for his phone and taking a few steps back to get them in full frame. Noli leans into Guest’s neck and poses with a peace sign. The shame eats away at Guest with each flash of 007n7’s camera, his body still burning for release. They can’t just leave him like this. He screams in the back of his mind to be touched- anything to untie the lust knotted in his stomach. But they ignore him, snickering over each other’s shoulders like overgrown teens.
“Here, I think I got your good side.” 007n7 holds the screen up to his face. Guest can’t recognize himself in the photo. The flush is trapped in his cheeks, face smeared with the smut that drooled out of his mouth and mixed with the pool of semen that dripped down his thighs. It only confirmed to Guest what he already was: just a cheap, used-up doll.
“[W-what] should we-e-e do with him now?” Noli asks him.
“I dunno, how long did you say the freeze lasts?”
“Probably [in a few hours,] I didn’t actuall-y-y keep track last ti-ime I used it.”
“Dumbass…” 007n7 pauses to think, face lighting up when something sparks in his mind. “I have an idea.”
Daisy holds her phone up to her ear, listening to the repetitive dialing as she wanders through the mall. Charlotte barely clung to her hand as she dramatically dragged her tired feet along the pavement. She knows she’s tired, and Daisy is too. Guest hadn’t turned up for an hour after he promised to meet them at the food court. They’ve been searching through the mall for what felt like forever, checking with every security guard to see if they spotted her husband.
The dialing ends abruptly. “Hey, this is Guest 1337! I’m not here right now so-” she hangs up with a frustrated huff, putting the phone back into her bag.
“Nothing?” Matt asks her.
“No.” Daisy sighed. “It’s not like him to not answer his phone. I’m really starting to worry…”
“Relax, he’s a grown man, not a toddler- no offense, Charlotte.” Matt jokes, which only earns him a sour pout from the little girl. He awkwardly coughs. “Maybe we can try security again? They might have something on their cameras that can help us find-”
“DADDY!” A sudden burst of energy startles Daisy as Charlotte lets go of her hand, running off on her own.
“Charlotte! Get back here!” Daisy quickly makes chase for her. She pushes past the crowd to catch up to her daughter, immediate relief washing over her when she finds her face pressed against the display glass of a shop. She scoops her up and into her arms, thankful she wouldn’t be short of another piece of her family today. “Charlotte, don’t just run off like that! What would’ve I done if I lost you too?” She scolds.
“But mommy, it’s daddy! Right there!” Daisy tugs at her sweater, pointing at the window.
Confused, she follows her daughter’s finger to the glass. Posed with the other blank-faced mannequins modeling a catalogue of outfits, one stands out to her from the rest. She had to do a double-take, blinking several times to register in her mind that mannequin looks EXACTLY like her husband. Down to his toned muscles and details of his body hair. The only thing that differs is the silky garments of lingerie that hug its figure a little too tight to be its size. That couldn’t be him, could it?
“Daisy!” Matt catches up with the two, a strain in his breath from the full bags anchoring him down. “Did you find him?”
“Yeah! He’s in there!” Charlotte points him out again.
Matt meets Charlotte’s puzzled gaze at the window, failing to hold in a snort before bursting into laughter. “W-what the hell is that!? God, that’s hilarious, it looks just like him!”
“Don’t laugh at daddy, uncle Matt! It’s him, tell him mommy!”
“No, Charlotte. That’s just a mannequin.” Daisy shakes her head. “A mannequin that looks… exactly like daddy.” It’s not like Guest didn’t have the same face and name as the rest of his kind. But they were never the same- different hair styles, clothes, mannerisms that broke them out of their shared mold. But it’s not hard to believe there’s a guest out there built the same as her husband- that’s the best way she could rationalize it.
She notices Matt pull out his phone, switching the screen to its camera mode. “What? I’m just taking a photo.”
Daisy glares at him.
“... So I can show it to Guest.” He finishes.
Daisy just rolls her eyes. “Let’s go talk with security again…” she turns around, walking back to where the help desk was.
“But mommy, he’s right there! He’s with the mannequins!” Charlotte whines, kicking her legs in protest.
“Stop looking at it, Charlotte.” She didn’t want to be near that thing, it’s starting to creep her out. “Honestly, what are they selling there? This is a family mall…”
“I can go look.” Matt jokes, following beside her.
“Gross, Matt…”