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Carter McDougal sighted as he sat in the back of the truck, looking out the window to see the trees move past him. The streets all around him were mostly empty, with only the occasional drunk stumbling out of a bar or shifty looking character staring at the car before deciding its not worth the trouble.

“So, wanna tell me why you flew me out here to middle of bum-fuck nowhere?” Carter asked the screen that hung from the ceiling of the truck. On said screen was an older man with graying hair and a mustache.

“We flew you out there, cause its your fucking job, Agent McDougal” the man said with a thick irish accent and a growl.

“Right, lucky me,” Carter said, rolling his eyes. Carter worked for the International Coalition of Paranormal Prevention, a group dedicated to the study of strange and other-worldly phenomena. And how to either lock it up or blow it up.

The suits in charge tried to make it sound more scientific and ethical, going on and on about how they're doing this to protect the sanctity of the world and keep those safe. But everyone knew it was just there to cover up weird shit so that religious groups and the like didn’t freak the fuck out.

“So, what exactly are we dealing with here?” Carter asked as he crossed his legs “Soul Sucking monster pretending to be a dog? Black eyed children that make their parents form cults? Man eating plants?”

“Your humor does you no credit agent” the bigwig said, crossing his arms

“My humor is the one damn reasons I’m still sane” Carter muttered

“What was that?”

“Nothing sir. So, what’s going on here?” he asked

“Well if your ready to actually listen.” the screen changed to show a series of police reports “There has been a string of disappearances in this town for quite a few years.”

“That sounds like something local law enforcement could handle” Carter said, frowning

“Normally, I would agree. But given the pattern, the US government believed it was best to bring us in” his superior said “The disappearances only occur once every six months. And only a very specific group is affected.”

“And what group would that be?” Carter asked, frowning

“Young men, between the ages of 18 and 24” the superior said “Most who vanish seem to be in the local university, but those who don’t attend also go missing.”

“That’s an interesting age range… Anything connecting them?” Carter asked

“Yes. Every single time someone disappears, their friends and family all report that they were attending a party that they received an invitation for. And it doesn't matter if someone was not interested in gatherings like this, they seem compelled and excited to attend, no matter what. There was even an incident where someone who was bedridden in the hospital after a surgery attempted to leave to attend this party.”

“A party?”

“Yes, but that’s all the info we could gather. After a certain amount of time passes, the families and friends seem to forget about those who vanish. The only thing that remains are physical records to prove their existence.”

“Yikes… I can see why the US wanted us to handle this… But why me though? I’m not exactly the best field agent sir” Carter said

“I know, but you are the only one in the needed age range that can arrive before our window closes. We’ve managed to get our hands on the address of the party, thanks to a note left behind by one of the missing. You’ll be attending it undercover, if anyone asks, you’re a transfer student from Ohio.”

“Understood sir” Carter said with a nod

“There is a biometric reader bracelet for you here” Carter nodded as he saw the device, putting it on. It beeped for a second before a heartbeat monitor could be seen on its surface “If the worst comes to pass, it has an emergency GPS tracker, so we’ll be able to find you. Any questions?”

“No sir” Carter said, shaking his head. It was a rather standard highsk op for the agency. While he hated doing them, it wasn’t his first time doing them. It was however the first time he’d done one solo. The screen cut to black as he sighted and laid back on the seat “Right… this is gonna be interesting”

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The car had come to a stop about a block away from a rather uninstersing looking building.

“This is the place?” Carter said as he stepped out of the vehicle, clad in casual clothes. A red t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. He grumbled as he adjusted the shirt “I’ve spent too much fucking time in suits….” he muttered as he walked towards the building, making sure the address was right.

It indeed was, according to the message sent to his phone. He frowned and looked around.

It seemed to be just a regular middle-class neighborhood. Apartments, a few houses snuck in between the taller buildings, some stores and a few cafes.

“So far, nothing stands out…” he spoke into his phone, recording his thoughts as per standard procedure when doing these operations. He walked closer to the address that he had written down.

It was a regular looking brick house with two blacked out windows, a big Adults Only sign, and a burly looking man in a leather jacket standing outside, arms crossed.

A pair of women, looking to be around 21, walked up to the guy

“Hey cute stuff” one of them said with a cocky smile “How bout ya let us in? We can show you a damn good time” she put her hands on the guy’s muscular chest, but he wasn’t impressed apparently.

“Sorry” he said, gently pushing her arms off “No entry”

“Oh come on, big guy” the other woman said with a sultry smile that made Carter’s head spin.

“Fuck me their desperate to get in there” he muttered as he walked up to the bouncer

“No is no, ladies. Please leave, your blocking entry to the actual guests” he said. Carter’s eyes went wide as the two ladies turned to look at him, venom in their eyes.

“What does he have that we don't!?” one of the them screeched as Carter stepped ahead of them

“He meets the prerequisites my boss set out for guests” he said, glaring at the two “Go ahead sir, enjoy the party”

“Your boss is a sexist pig!” one of the two women hissed and turned around with her friend.

“Not my fault you two can’t read” the guy shook his head and turned to Carter “Go ahead. Party starts soon”

“Um, thanks” Carter said as he turned to the door and stepped inside. What he saw wasn’t what he expected.

He expected to see a greeting hall, or a living room or something, but instead he was met with a long thin staircase. The walls were featureless white, as if they had just been painted, and cold blue lights, like that of a hospital, illuminated it.

“Right… Guess we’re starting the weird shit from moment one” he muttered, pulling out his phone again and heading down the stairs. “Encountered a guard outside the premises of F-580 '' he spoke into the recording, using the situation's designation “While I did not get much time to interact with him, he seemed to be a normal human. I theorize he’s not part of the event. However, he mentioned a boss who gave him specific instructions on who to allow into the party. He turned away two women who did not fit the criteria. Heading into the party proper now. Future updates will be inside, audio may be polluted by the music” he slipped his phone back into his pocket and kept heading down the stairs, which seemed to just keep getting longer. “Fuck this is going to take a while…”

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“Well….. This isn’t what I expected” Carter muttered as he stared around the room. He had finally, after what felt like half an hour of walking he had finally reached the room.

And inside, he found an entire club. Flat out, a club.

Disco ball spinning on the roof, a floor flashing all colors. Hidden smoke machines spewed out fog that covered the entire area. A few tables were scattered around and abandoned, most of the guests were out in the center dancing, shaking their asses and grinding up against each other.

“Damn…. Guess people here really want to get it on…” Carter muttered as he walked around the area, looking at every small salt-shaker. Everything seemed to be themed after the area. Shiny, multicolored with neon slapped on it. “Damn even the cups have these decorations….”

“Righto!” a voice boomed from the speakers, snapping Carter’s attention to the center of the room.

Standing on a stage, was a guy clad in a bright neon outfit. Pink, cyan, and blue splashed in every direction of the shiny suit he was wearing. Carter couldn’t see his face, or really his head.

He was wearing what looked like a motorcycle helmet, with colors and lights stamped all over them. It was hooked up to the turntable in front of him, and he moved like a machine, twisting and turning the disks like it was second nature and removing and replacing them with no effort

“Hope you're all enjoying the music the Master selected for tonight!” he said, in a extremely chipper voice that grated on Carter’s ears

“The master?” Carter muttered as everyone around him cheered and whooped

“Hehe, well then hope you're all ready for this next one! It's one of Master’s favorites!” he said as he grabbed a bronze collared record and slowly slid it in. Everything went quiet for a second before the music started booming out of the speakers.

“Seems whoever the DJ is works for the same person as the bouncer.” Carter spoke into his phone “However he refers to this person as…..” the new music hit Carter’s ears and the words died in his throat. His eyes went wide as he slowly turned around to look at the DJ. “T-That’s amazing….” he muttered as his arms went limp to his sides, a dopey smile forming on his face as he kept staring ahead, the recording forgotten.

All that mattered was the music.

The booming, sweet music that wrapped around him like silk and wormed into his skull.

The DJ looked up from the turntables and beckoned him closer

“The music is good isn’t it?” he asked over the microphone, getting a nod from everyone, Carter included.

“Yes…. Its good…” he muttered, a smile on his face as he slowly walked closer

“The music makes you feel good, doesn't it?” the DJ asked

“Y-Yes… I-It does” Carter said, struggling a bit for a second, but the strength of the music cleared away all doubts from his brain, as a small tent formed in his pants. He giggled as he felt that and just kept staring ahead, letting the music soak his mind.

“All that matters is the music” the DJ said “Listen closely to it. Let it in, and let it stay in”

“All that matters….” everyone chanted. Everyone except Carter. He shook his head, blinking as he briefly snapped free and brough the phone back up to his mouth and looked around, finally getting a good look at the other guests.

They were barely dressed. All of them were clad in just their underwear and socks, if even that. Quite a few were flat out naked. On their arms and angles were dozens of glowing bracelets, like bended glow-sticks. Their hair was wild and dyed various shades of pink and cyan. Some had paint on their bodies, in random patterns

“C-Come in… T-This is an alert…” Carter muttered into his phone, his head hurting as he focused on something other than the tunes “C-C-Confirmed….. Class…… Listen to music…… Music is all…..” he shook his head and smacked the side of his head. “F-Focus Carter!” he shouted, his voice ringing out through the music, getting the attention of everyone

“Hmm, looks like our friend doesn't want to have fun” the DJ said, crossing his arms. All the other guests turned to look at him, a glare clear in their faces

“Oh shit…” Carter muttered “A-Agent compromised! I repeat Agent Compromised! Send aid! Send Extraction and nuetraliz- GAH!” he cried as one of the other party attendees tackled him, sending him to the floor and his phone clattering out of his hand “G-Get off me!” he shouted as he decked the guy in the face.

“Good Raveslut” the DJ called out, praising the one who had pinned him

“R-Raveslut?” Carter muttered, gulping as he saw the guy’s eyes light up when he was referred to like that “Shit w-what is this place doing” he shook his head and punched the raveslut again, hard this time. A crack rang out as he managed to break the guy’s nose. That got a bit of a reaction from the raveslut, making him loosen his grip for a split second, and that gave the Agent the opening he was looking for. He shoved the guy off and scrambled to his feet, grabbing his phone and looking around.

The other Ravesluts were slowly closing in, their eyes literally glowing pink as the DJ cheered them on.

Even the guy he had punched was standing there, his nose seemingly fixed instantly and no blood present at all.

“Fuck” the agent muttered, turning around and dashing off for the door, the ravesluts right behind him

“Oh no you don’t” the DJ said with a chuckle “No one leaves the Party without Master’s say so”

“Fuck you!” Carter shouted, as one of the ravesluts grabbed his shirt and ripped a chuck off with little effort “Sweet fucking christ!”

“You can’t get out!” the DJ mocked as Carter finally reached the door. Only to find it locked.

“Shit” he shouted, turning the knob in a desperate attempt to open it, only to fail “Shit!” he pulled his phone again “This is Agent Carter! Calling for Neutralization! I repeat! Site is too compromised! Wipe it out!” he reached over to the screen to upload the report, only for his hand to be grabbed, tightly “GAH!” he cried as he saw one of the ravesluts had grabbed his arm, squeezing it so tight he could barely feel his fingers. “L-Let go of me!”

“No” they said in a high pitched giggly voice “You're being a bad boi!”

“Fuck off!” he tried to smack him with his free hand, only for it to be grabbed by another Raveslut, who squeezed it even harder “AGH!” he shouted as he dropped the phone, the screen cracking as it feel to the cold floor

“Good sluts” the DJ said, and despite the helmet, Carter was sure the fucker was smiling as he held a big golden record “Now bring him over. He needs more of master’s music”

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Carter struggled as the mindless bunch dragged him back to the center of the dance floor and forced him to his knees.

“Well its been a good while since we’ve had someone who fights as much as you” the DJ said with a smirk as he gently put the golden disk into the turntable. “Tell me slut, who sent you?”

“Up yours!” Carter shouted, only to get an elbow to the sides from one of the slaves.

“Man, that mouth of yours” the DJ chuckled “I think we’ll be able to put it to good use. Now, tell me”

“Like hell I’d tell you anything!” he spat, growling as he got another smack from his captors.

“Hmm, defiant, was able to resist the music…. That stupid agency sent you, didn’t they?” the DJ asked.

Carter froze for a split second, which was all the confirmation the man facing him needed.

“Man, they just never learn, do they?” the DJ laughed “How many agents have we caught over the years? 40?”

“W-What? I-I’m the first they sent!” Carter said, his eyes going wide

“Well of course they think that. They don’t remember ever sending any other agents” the DJ laughed “Ya see, whenever someone from your agency enters this room, they stop existing for the rest of the world!”

“W-WHAT!?” Carter shouted

“Yup” the DJ said as he dug through Carter’s pockets and pulled out his wallet.. He cracked it open and pulled out his Driver’s License with a smirk. “Take a look, tough guy” he chuckled and threw it on the floor, right in front of Carter.

The agent’s eyes went wide as he stared at the small strip of plastic.

It was completely blank.

It looked more like a template that they used to print licenses on. No name, no picture, no birthdate, no nothing.

“Interesting isn’t it?” the DJ said as he stepped on the license “Master knows how to keep us hidden.”

“B-But if you can do that, why let people know about the disappearances?” Carter muttered, his eyes wide in shock

“Heh, cause that draws people like you over. Gives us more sluts for master’s actual parties” the DJ said with a chuckle as he headed back to the turntables “Don’t worry, soon you won’t worry about anything else”

“F-Fuck you!”

“Heh, great choice of words” the DJ smiled as he put the disk on and turned the music up to full blast.

The soundwaves blasted out and hit Carter hard. Any thoughts in his brain shattered the moment the music started, and then the beat began.

A slow, steady thrumb rang out, all through his body. His very bones vibrated along with it, and his eyes went wide.

“Can’t…..Give…..” he blinked, the words escaping him as the music got into his brain, the beat shaking his brain. With each shake, words and thoughts evaporated. “W-Wait…. W-What was I…”

Bhump

“Gah!” he groaned, shaking his head as he felt as if it was being filled with cotton “S-Stop it!”

Bhump

“Stop it?” the DJ said with tone that made it clear he was smiling under his helmet “Why? It looks like you're enjoying it!”

“W-What? N-No I’m no-”

Bhump

“Gyah!” the agent moaned as he felt his member harden instantly, sending shivers of pleasure and arousal through his entire body

“Feels good, doesn't it?”

“N-Nmmmmph” Carter bit his tongue to stop himself from moaning, as his cock throbbed inside his pants, desperate to break free

“Heh, sounds like our slut needs some help accepting who he really is. Help him out boys” he snapped his fingers and the other former party-goers walked up to Carter and grabbed his clothes.

“H-Hey! W-What are you-”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

Carter’s face went red as his shirt was ripped in two, the pieces being thrown to the side, but before he could say anything else, the sound came back.

Bhump

He moaned as his now exposed member stood up straight instantly, twitching with need. He stared ahead, his brain blank and his mouth open, drool starting to drip out.

It feels good, doesn't it?

“Y-Yes…” Carter mumbled, blinking as he just stared ahead as the thumping of the music made thinking impossible. All that he could focus on was the music and his throbbing member.

Wanna feel like that forever?

“Y-Yes…. I want to feel like this forever” he mumbled, the music letting only that thought move through his brain and he started to smile as he felt his dick twitch. He loved that twitching. He wanted to feel it forever

Then do as I tell you. Take all those bad thoughts, all those thoughts of work, of the world outside, of your past. Take all of that, and drag it downwards. Down to your crotch.

Carter nodded, and did as the music told him. He shivered with each thump of the beat, and that helped those bad thoughts head downwards.

His name, his job, his age, his memories, his intellect, everything. All of it went down to his crotch, and he could feel those memories churning around his desperate balls.

Now, to feel like this forever you have to do two very simple things. First, repeat this. “I am a Rave-Slut. That’s all I’ve ever been. That’s all I ever want to be

“I am a Rave-Slut. That’s all I’ve ever been. That’s all I ever want to be” Carter repeated, a dumb smile on his face as those thoughts coursed through his brain

“Party music and sex are all that matters”

“Party music and sex are all that matters” Carter repeated again, his hard cock begining to drip a little as he giggled and looked ahead.

“Sluts don’t have names. Names are for those who are smart enough to be in charge. Sluts are too dumb names”

“Sluts don’t have names. Names are for those who are smart enough to be in charge. Sluts are too dumb names” Carter repeated as his cock twitched again

Good slut. Now there’s just one more thing to do. Just keep repeating…. And cum

The moment that word came out of music, Carter’s eyes went crosseyed and he screamed in pleasure as his pent up cock exploded. A shower of cum blasted out and splattered the ground in front of him. As the liquid poured out, so did everything the music didn’t want inside him.

Carter's eyes dimmed as his intelligence, his memories, his likes and dislikes poured out of him. All that was left was what he was repeating.

“I am a Rave-Slut. That’s all I’ve ever been. That’s all I ever want to be. Party music and sex are all that matters. Sluts don’t have names. Names are for those who are smart enough to be in charge. Sluts are too dumb names.” he repeated blankly, stopping to moan in between as more and more cum blasted out of his member.

After two minutes of solid cumming, the newly created slut sat there giggling and panting, staring blankly ahead as his cock twitched back into an erection.

“That’s a good slut” the DJ praised from behind the turntables, making the slut giggle and nod. “Now, take him to the back. He needs to be prepped for the next party.”

The other rave-sluts nodded and grabbed the one formerly named Carter and helped him to his feet, walking him to the back of the club.

The area was a small dingy little dressing room with one mirror and a pile of cushions and sex toys littered all around.

The slut’s eyes wandered to each of them and his dim mind glowed with the possibilities of them, of shoving them into his needy hole as he pumped his cock.

“Slut party first. Play later” one of his compatriots said as they forced him into the chair and grabbed some hair dye “Got it?”

“Slut got it!” he giggled and nodded as the slathered the neon pink goo on his hair. If those were the rules, then he’d make sure to be the best slut at the party!

After all, that’s all his was. A dumb slut made to serve others. And he was perfectly happy with that life.