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The sun was barely setting over New Orleans, casting long, golden shadows over the streets, but inside Tiana’s Place, the lights were already dimmed. The chairs were stacked upside down on the tables, the kitchen scrubbed clean, and the "Closed" sign hung firmly in the window. It wasn’t because they’d finished early. It was because there just weren’t any customers anymore.
Tiana leaned against the counter, staring at the numbers in her ledger like they might change if she glared hard enough. Spoiler: they didn’t. The red ink still screamed at her, the debt piling higher than she could even pretend to manage.
She rubbed a hand over her face, exhausted down to her bones. It hadn’t been supposed to be like this. Opening the restaurant was her dream—her father's dream—and she’d fought so hard to get here. And for a little while, it had been perfect. Crowds every night, smiles, music, good food filling the air.
But dreams didn’t pay bills when the economy started to dip, when newer, flashier places opened uptown, and when a hundred little things—plumbing repairs, permit fees, food costs—added up faster than she could keep up.
The worst part? Even Charlotte, bless her heart, had tried to help. She'd hosted big parties, dragged her high-society friends down to the restaurant, handed out coupons like confetti. But at the end of the day, there was only so much a girl—even a LaBouff—could do without making it painfully obvious that it was charity.
And Tiana hated the idea of being someone’s charity case.
A sharp knock at the front door jolted her from her spiraling thoughts. She flinched, instinctively reaching for a towel like she could wipe away her problems. Maybe it was just the mailman. Or maybe—more likely—it was the debt collector, back again to “gently remind” her that another payment was due.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked over and unlocked the door.
The man standing there wasn’t the usual guy, though. He was tall and thin, dressed in a deep purple suit that had seen better days, with a wide, easy grin that didn’t quite reach his sharp eyes.
"Evenin’, Miss Tiana," he drawled, tipping an imaginary hat.
She blinked. "We’re closed. If you’re lookin’ for a table—"
"No, no," he said smoothly, stepping inside before she could shut the door. "I ain’t here for dinner. I’m here to offer a little... help."
Tiana narrowed her eyes immediately. "Help?"
"That's right. A mutual friend mentioned you might be needin' a hand with some... financial troubles." He smiled, all teeth and smooth edges. "Name’s Dr. Facilier. Maybe you heard of me?"
Tiana's gut twisted. She hadn’t, but something about him made her skin prickle. She didn’t know if it was the way he smiled without blinking, or the way his shadow seemed to move just a little too independently of him, but she didn't trust it. Not one bit.
Still, she was raised polite, and he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Yet.
"I appreciate the offer, but I don’t take handouts," she said stiffly, crossing her arms over her apron.
"Course you don’t," Facilier said, laughing like she’d told the best joke he’d heard all week. "Wouldn’t dream of insultin’ you like that. I’m talkin’ about an arrangement. A partnership. A little magic, a little business sense, and before you know it—poof!—your restaurant’s the talk of the town again."
Tiana frowned. Magic. Yeah, that word alone was enough to make her back up a few steps. She’d had more than enough of magic, thank you very much.
"I ain’t interested in deals," she said. "I built this place with hard work, and I’m gonna save it the same way."
Facilier’s smile didn’t budge. Instead, he wandered further into the restaurant, running a hand along the back of one of the chairs.
"Course, course," he said easily. "No deals today. Jus’ talkin'. Talkin’ and maybe... a demonstration. You got nothin' to lose, right?"
Tiana hesitated. The man gave off bad news like the heat off a summer sidewalk, but... no customers meant no money, and no money meant she wouldn’t have a restaurant left to protect much longer.
She stayed where she was, wary but listening.
Facilier pulled a card from his pocket, flipping it between his fingers. As he talked, he started weaving a slow, rhythmic hum under his breath. Soft, almost hypnotic. Tiana didn’t even notice at first, too busy watching the card flick and twirl through the air.
His words sank deeper, his humming growing just a touch louder, and the air in the room seemed to thicken like molasses. Tiana blinked slowly, her body feeling heavier by the second.
"Now, now," Facilier murmured, his voice curling around her like smoke, "just relax, darlin'. No need to be tense. Let’s jus’... talk."
Tiana’s arms dropped to her sides. Her shoulders slumped. Her eyes glassed over, staring blankly ahead.
Facilier snapped his fingers once, and her head tilted slightly, awaiting instruction.
He grinned, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat.
"Well, well," he said, stepping closer to inspect his handiwork. "Ain’t you just the perfect little puppet?"
In the empty, silent restaurant, Dr. Facilier smiled wide. Everything was falling into place.
"Well, let's have a little fun, shall we?" Facilier said, stretching his arms lazily above his head as he rose from the chair. His long shadow stretched across the floorboards, bending and twisting oddly in the dim light. He glanced toward the front windows, making sure the blinds were pulled tight and the door was locked. No late-night passerby would see what was about to happen inside Tiana’s Place tonight.
He turned back toward her with a sly smile.
"Tiana, my girl," he said, voice smooth as velvet, "stand up and come over here. Kneel before me."
Tiana moved immediately, her motions slow and almost mechanical, like a doll being pulled by invisible strings. She stood from where she had slumped behind the counter, walked stiffly across the room, and dropped to her knees before him without hesitation.
Facilier’s grin widened, full of satisfaction. He crouched slightly so he was at eye level with her vacant, glassy stare. Waving a hand in front of her face, he watched her not even flinch.
"Perfect," he said, chuckling low under his breath. "Now, this here’s a rare opportunity."
Facillier then reached out as he caressed Tiana's head like an adult to a child, and the grin never left his face. His other hand reached down and began to unbutton his pants.
"See, most of the time, people don’t remember what they do while they’re under," he continued, as if they were having a friendly conversation. "But you? You’re going to remember every single delicious detail. You’re gonna remember it, and you’re going to want it."
He pulled out his cock, thick and heavy in the dim light, and stroked it slowly as he talked.
"Because that’s how I know you’ll make me happy," he purred. "That’s how I know our arrangement will be profitable."
Tiana remained kneeling, still staring blankly ahead. But Facilier wasn't interested in her expression—not yet, at least. He had other plans.
"Open that little mouth of yours, let's see if your tongue skills are as good as they said." he ordered, and she did. "Oh yeah," he said as she opened her mouth, "that's right, now use it."
Facillier held onto Tiana's hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth, filling it completely. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but didn’t pull away. Didn’t struggle. Just held still and let him use her.
Facillier groaned, closing his eyes. "Good girl," he muttered, his hips rocking steadily now. "You’re doing so good."
He kept up the steady rhythm, relishing in the power of having her like this—helpless, pliant, at his mercy. The contrast between her normally vibrant personality and her current blankness made it even sweeter.
But this wasn’t just about pleasure for him. It was about control. About making sure she knew, in every cell of her being, who was in charge now.
"You remember this," he murmured, pulling back so only the tip remained between her lips. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "You remember how much you loved it. How much you begged for more. And tomorrow, when you wake up, you’re gonna remember every second. And you’re gonna want more. Just like I promised."
He thrust back in, harder this time, and Tiana made a muffled noise. Her eyes fluttered briefly, showing the barest hint of life, before glazing over again.
"That’s it, my little puppet," Facilier hissed, gripping her hair tighter. "You feel that? You feel what I’m giving you? It’s gonna be like this every day now. Every night. You’re mine, and there ain’t a thing you can do about it."
He pounded into her throat relentlessly, uncaring of her comfort or pleasure. This was all about him. About proving a point.
"Remember," he growled, as he felt the pressure building. "Remember how you moaned, how you begged. How you loved every second of this."
With a final, deep thrust, he came hard, flooding her mouth and throat with his release. He held her head in place as his cock swelled in her throat, blocking her air. supply completely.
"Good girl," he panted, releasing her once he was spent. "You took it so well. So very well."
Tiana coughed and gagged, finally catching her breath. Tears streamed down her face, and a thin trail of saliva mixed with come dripped down her chin. But her eyes remained unfocused, unseeing, as she stared straight ahead.
Facilier smirked, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his coat.
"There we go," he said lightly, like they’d just shared an ordinary conversation. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"
Tiana said nothing, of course. Just knelt there, breathing hard and dripping with his seed.
"Now, take off your dress and bend over that table, it time for the main course." Facilier said, gesturing towards the nearest table with a casual flick of his wrist.
Tiana rose stiffly to her feet, unbuttoning her dress without hesitation. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare skin beneath. She walked to the table, bent at the waist, and placed her hands flat against the wood.
"Spread your legs," Facillier commanded.
She did so.
"Wider," he added.
She complied again, her movements fluid and automatic, like a puppet on strings. Her body was an open invitation, ready for whatever he desired.
Facilier circled her slowly, taking in the view with a satisfied hum. "Beautiful," he murmured, running a hand down her spine. "Absolutely beautiful."
He stepped closer, pressing himself against her. He could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the slight trembling that betrayed some lingering awareness.
"Remember this too," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Remember how it feels when I’m inside you. How your body responds, how your mind tries to fight it but can’t."
With a sharp thrust, he entered her from behind, groaning at the tight, wet heat that enveloped him.
"You’re so tight," he gritted out, beginning to move. "So damn perfect. You were made for this, Tiana. Made to take whatever I give you."
Her face remained impass as blood trickled down from the intrusion. Facillier grabbed her by the waist, holding her still as he pounded into her relentlessly. The table creaked under the force of each thrust, the sound mixing with Tiana’s muffled moans and Facillier’s harsh breathing.
"Feel that?" he demanded, his grip tightening. "Feel how your body opens up for me? How it wants more?"
Tiana didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. She was just a vessel now, her mind lost in the haze of Facilier's control. But her body responded instinctively, clenching around him as he drove deeper with every stroke.
"Good girl," Facilier panted, his hips slapping against her ass. "You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked like a cheap whore in your own restaurant."
The table shifted under their combined weight, teetering dangerously close to the edge. But neither of them cared. Facilier was too lost in the sensation, the power, the absolute control he held over her. Tiana was too far gone, her consciousness floating somewhere distant while her body obeyed.
"Yeah, that’s right," Facilier growled, reaching around to pinch one of her nipples hard. "Take it all. Every inch. You’re mine now. Mine to use. Mine to break."
With a final, brutal thrust, he came again, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. He held her hips against him, making sure every drop was buried inside her.
"Good girl," he breathed, slowly pulling out and stepping back. "You did so well. Such a good little puppet."
Tiana slumped forward, her body trembling weakly as she gasped for air. Her skin was flushed, her hair mussed, her eyes still vacant.
Facillier leaned down, tilting her chin up so she looked at him. "Remember this," he repeated softly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Remember how you felt, how you wanted more. Because tomorrow, the day after that, and every day after that... you’ll feel it all again. And you’re going to thank me for it."
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The next morning, the sun shone bright over New Orleans, the streets alive with their usual buzz. Charlotte LaBouff, dressed in one of her finest Sunday dresses, strolled down toward Tiana’s Place with a little basket of homemade beignets in hand. She hummed a tune as she walked, hoping to lift her friend’s spirits. After all, with all the trouble Tiana had been having lately, Charlotte figured a good heart-to-heart (and a whole lotta sugar) might do wonders.
But as she approached the restaurant, something stopped her short.
The windows, usually wide open to let in the morning air and sunshine, were shut tight. Heavy curtains hung down, blocking out most of the light. The sign over the door, which normally read “Open” in cheerful, hand-painted letters, now just hung crooked on its hinge, swinging slightly in the breeze.
Charlotte’s brow furrowed.
"That's odd..." she muttered.
Pushing open the door, a low creak echoed through the dim interior. Immediately, Charlotte wrinkled her nose. The familiar smell of fresh pastries and simmering gumbo had been replaced with something else... smoky, heavy, almost musty.
The dining hall was barely lit. A few old oil lamps flickered here and there, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The once vibrant space — full of music, laughter, and warmth — now looked more like the inside of an old, forgotten tavern.
In the middle of the room, gathered around the main tables, was a group of men — rough-looking sorts Charlotte didn’t recognize. They lounged in the chairs, clapping and hollering, mugs of who-knows-what in hand. Their voices echoed off the walls, loud and coarse.
But what made Charlotte’s heart nearly stop was what — who — she saw at the center of it all.
Tiana.
And her mother, Eudora.
Both were naked as they both squad on the bench with a man under each of them, also naked as the pair of mother and daughter moving their hip rapidly, slaming their bottom down to the man cocks as if competing against each other while the crowd surrounded them cheer and holler with lusty laughter.
“Come on, mama! Let’s see what you got!” one of the men shouted.
Charlotte let out a shocked gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth. She backed up against the door, trembling as she watched the scene unfold. This couldn’t be real — her kind, respectable friend, reduced to this? And Eudora, too?
But it was real. It was happening right in front of her, and Charlotte felt powerless to stop it.
In that moment, as she stood frozen in disbelief, Charlotte felt a pair of hand grabbed at her shoulder, she turn around slowly as Facillier grinned at her from behind. “Well well well, welcome to Tiana’s Place, Charlotte. It’s not open to the public, but I guess I can make an exception for you.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock as the doctor dragged her into the restaurant, locking the door behind him.
“Now, don’t be shy,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Just watch. And who knows? Maybe you’ll want to join in the fun.”
Charlotte shook her head, still reeling. “No… No, I can’t…” she stammered.
Facillier laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, darlin’, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I promise you, once you see what I can do… well, let’s just say you might change your mind.”
Before Charlotte could protest further, Facillier turned his attention back to the center of the room where Tiana and Eudora were still riding their men like horses. “Ladies,” he called out, “we’ve got company!”
Tiana and Eudora glanced over, their eyes blank and glassy. Neither showed any recognition. Charlotte’s stomach lurched at the sight of her friend this way, so vacant, so used.
“Come here, girls,” Facillier ordered, snapping his fingers. Tiana and Eudora immediately stopped their rhythmic bouncing, stood up, and walked towards Charlotte with robotic precision. Their movements were stiff, unnatural, and their eyes never left Facillier’s face.
“This is Charlotte,” he told them. “She’s here to watch the show. And maybe, if she’s a good girl, she’ll join in. Isn’t that right, Charlotte?”
Charlotte shook her head violently, her heart racing. “No, please… I can’t…”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Facillier simply smirked, then addressed Tiana and Eudora again. “Go on, ladies. Show Charlotte what you can do.”
With that, Tiana and Eudora turned their attention to Charlotte, their movements still eerily mechanical. They approached her slowly, their eyes now locked onto hers. Charlotte tried to back away, but Facillier kept her in place with a firm grip on her shoulder.
Tiana reached out first, pushing Tiana down to a nearby table while her mother began to remove Charlotte expensive dress. “No, stop… please!” Charlotte whimpered, but her words were drowned out by the men’s cheers and the thumping rhythm of the music. Eudora didn’t pause, instead, she ripped off the dress from Charlotte and throw it to the side.
As Tiana bent her over the table, Charlotte could feel her breath against her skin, hot and heavy. The thought of her friend—her best friend—being so close, yet so far away, was almost too much to bear. “Tiana… please…” Charlotte begged, but Tiana only continued her methodical assault, her hands roaming Charlotte’s body with practiced ease.
Eudora, meanwhile, was busy stripping off the rest of her clothes. She moved with an unnatural grace, her movements smooth and fluid despite her blank expression. When she was fully naked, she joined Tiana at the table.
Facillier watched from the sidelines, a satisfied smile on his face as he enjoyed the show he’d orchestrated.
“You see?” he said, looking at Charlotte’s wide, terrified eyes. “They’re just so eager to please. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Then he looks at the group of men that is nearly drooling with the sight of the new girl, "Now, gentlemen, who would like to try out the daughter of the La Bouff family herself?" Facillier said as he let Tiana spread Charlotte pussy wide for them to see, "A true noble lady virgin, for a good price."
The men all cheered and raised their hands as Facillier laughed and said, “Very well, but first, one of you get the door before some one sees us.”
Charlotte couldn’t believe what was happening. Her best friend, Tiana, and her own mother were right beside her, yet they seemed like completely different people. Their blank stares, their lack of recognition… it was too much.
The men had finally chosen who they wanted to start with. Tiana and Charlotte both had been forced to get on all fours while their men lined up to take their turn. Tiana’s face was still expressionless as she took each man with ease. Meanwhile, Charlotte was screaming and thrashing, but no one seemed to care as the first man began to line his cock that seem too big for her pussy.
“Please!” Charlotte begged. “Stop this! Tiana, please!”
But her words fell on deaf ears. The men continued their assault, and Charlotte could do nothing but scream as the first cock tore through her pussy. Her virginity was gone in a flash. The pain was unbearable, but it only seemed to amuse the men around her.
Eudora and Tiana were right beside her, their faces still expressionless as they continued to take man after man. It was too much. Charlotte could hardly bear to look at them. Her best friend and her mother… turned into nothing more than flesh to be used by these men. It wasn’t right.
The men kept going, taking their turns with both girls. Charlotte was being used and abused by complete strangers, while Eudora and Tiana remained oblivious to everything around them.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was over. The men left, leaving Charlotte a sobbing mess on the floor. Tiana and Eudora remained standing, still expressionless. It was as if nothing had happened.
"Now that is down, welcome our new staff into this new business. i am sure that we all gonna have such a good time here."