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Vinyl makes an interesting discovery, at an unfortunate time.
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Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
You didn't know that you fell
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh

>Vinyl Scratch has always had a tendency to get weird and experimental with her music
>She's always known it would get her in trouble one day
>But she always assumed it would be after sampling a bit too much from an artist under a particular anal label
>She never thought it would be this

Now that you're
Now-now-now
Now that you're
Now-now-now

>Vinyl has always had weird habits for how to test if she's into a track she made
>She says to herself it's just a matter of efficiency
>High school only leaves you so much free time, and you usually need to choose between your hobby or masturbation
>She chose not to choose
>Blasting your freshly made beats as a background to your porn browsing is perfectly normal, she says
>It at least covers up the noise of her fingering herself, of her chair squeaking, or any noise from outside, and it's a better thing to hear than the shitty dialogue and crappy EDM
>She's pretty sure Rainbow masturbates after sport practice anyway, she's not the weird one

UNDER
OUR
Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell

>The neutral news is that it turns out the recordings of the Dazzlings's performances still have power in them, if you clean up the audio properly
>The good news is that she realised this before accidentally hypnotizing anyone else with it

Blindsided by the beat
Bli-bli-bli
Be-be-be
Blindsided by the beat

>The bad news is she found out through personal experience
>While watching porn
>She looks at the alarm clock on her nightstand
>09:57 pm
>It's been over half an hour
>She's usually done after fifteen minutes tops, it's just stress relief masturbation
>She's cum already, that hasn't stopped her
>The track is stuck on repeat
>She's stuck with her headphones on, scrolling through porn with one hand, toying with her pussy with the other
>At least her door is locked
>The worst part?

Clapping your hands, stomping your feet
You didn't
Didn't
Didn't
You
Didn't know that you
Fell
Fell
Fell

>She's into it
>She's so fucking into it
>It's probably the hypnosis
>It's definitely the hypnosis
>But fuck it, it feels fucking amazing

Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh

>10:15 pm
>Did she even realise the time passed?
>She's not sure, she can't remember right
>The only thing she can remember is feeling good
>She's pretty sure the wet stain on the seat of her chair wasn't that wide before, she must have cum again
>Her hand is still going at her pussy, her fingers on autopilot and basically numb to her dazed mind
>She's found a pretty good video
>The girl's clothes might as well not be there, and she's getting her throat fucked by a dick the size of her arm
>It's good enough to let it play for a while, and her other hand is on her breasts now
>Under her T-shirt, pinching her nipples
>Wondering what they would feel like if they were pierced like the girl in the video has them
>She usually wasn't into stuff this hardcore
>It's probably the hypnosis shifting her tastes
>Fuck that feels hot
>The stain is covering the whole seat now

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Now you've fallen under our spell

>10:52 pm
>Vinyl is pretty sure she blanked out for at least twenty minutes
>There's a video playing on her screen of a would-be schoolgirl getting fucked by her teacher during detention
>She's way too old for the role and no school would allow a uniform like that
>The teacher looks younger than her, and her dress is even less appropriate
>And Vinyl doesn't give a fuck
>She just cares about how good her cunt feels
>Her longest masturbation session ever prior to today was much shorter, and it ended with her pussy hurting and sore
>Now she's just feeling better and better, like her whole cunt is as sensitive as her clit
>She's so wet she's soaked the chair and she's leaking onto the floor
>Judging by the damp spot over her chest, she started drooling at some point
>She can barely keep her eyes straight, and only because there's porn to keep them on
>Was she even into lesbian porn before today?
>She doesn't want it to stop, ever

We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky

>The music is still playing in her ears
>Resonating into her skull
>Seeping into her mind
>11:44 pm
>There's a weird, newfound clarity to Vinyl's state of mind
>She's never actually done drugs, but from what they've told her it's a lot like that
>She's scrolling through porn, picking out stuff she thinks she'll like
>She's gotten really into harcore stuff, gangbangs or threesomes, schoolgirl roleplay and settings, piercings
>She has the website for a local tattoo shop open in a separate window, one that does piercings too
>But right now she's focused on the tongue piercing girl in high heels and a microskirt sucking off a dick in the bathroom stall
>She doesn't know who the cock she's lapping up belongs to, she's not getting paid for it
>She's just a slut
>Vinyl's body twitches, and her detached mind recognises it as another orgasm
>Thinking feels hard like swimming through honey
>There's something pricking at her mind underneath the haze
>But she can't focus on it
>She's not supposed to focus on it
>She's supposed to focus on her screen
>Focus on the music echoing in her head, reaching into her core, thrumming through her being
>She's supposed to feel good
>Like the slut on her screen
>Another orgasm

Listen to the sound of my
Voice-voice-voice
Soon you'll find you don't have a
Chooooiiiiiceeeeee

>01:13 am
>Vinyl's mouse is hovering over the 'confirm' option on an appointment to that shop, for five different piercings
>Navel, tongue, clit, and both nipples
>The hand inside her cunt is pumping outside of her control
>Her pussy has practically gone numb with pleasure
>Her T-shirt is drenched in drool
>Every few minutes, she feels a spasm in her brain, the chemical release of another orgasm
>The music is entering her beyond her conscious comprehension
>She can't understand the words, or even the sounds
>It's a stream of information pouring into her
>Reprogramming her
>Her ears hurt and throb, but she can't feel the pain
>She needs to listen
>Obey
>Let it take control
>Her glassy eyes move for a moment away from the four-way split screen extreme porn she's set up for herself across multiple different windows
>To her bed
>To the scissors and the portions of fabric cut off from her skirt and T-shirts
>To the pair of yoga pants that now have cuts in them
>To the half-moon cutouts added to her jacket where her breasts are supposed to be
>Breasts
>Her eyes snap back to the screen, glassy, glazed over, her pupils wide
>She's still drooling from her open mouth
>The girls in the videos have big, fake tits
>Tits only a slut could have
>The music keeps pumping in her ears
>Another orgasm, or maybe just a high point in her unending climax

Cacacacacacacacaaaaaaaaa
Captured in the web of my song
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh-oh
Soon you'll a-

>02:37 am
>Her PC shut off
>Maybe inactivity, maybe she accidentally pulled on the cable and then the batteries ran out
>Vinyl blinks
>She's tired
>She's really fucking tired
>She's sweating
>Panting
>Something hurts, in a sort of dull way
>She looks down
>One hand is playing with her nipples, the other is in her pussy
>She's naked
>The shock makes her fall off her chair
>She would have screamed, too, but her throat is too dry and nothing came out
>She's on the ground
>Her head hurts and throbs
>She's trying to remember what the fuck happened, but her brain hurts when she does
>Thinking is so fucking hard
>She's not supposed to think
>Her everything is sore
>On the ground, she glances at the clock again
>Bless the stars she doesn't have school tomorrow
>She tries to get up
>She feels like she's got the worst hangover, but is also still drunk
>Thinking is hard, she can't think at all
>She's tired
>She wobbles towards her bed, and collapses on it
>Her eyes start to close
>One hand starts to drift to her crotch, as her mind falls asleep
>She hums something to herself, already unconscious

"...'ll be singing along..."

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