In Control 07 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
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September 13 2015, 21:55:34 UTC
No sooner had they crossed the lab's threshold than Xen seized her hands, pulling them behind her back. Something with the smooth, warm texture of a just-finished omnitool flash-fab closed around her wrists, binding them together. Miranda made a choked noise at that, her cock pulsing greedily, out of reach.
“You sound uncomfortable, Ms. Lawson. I must remind you, however, that you brought this on yourself.” Xen stepped around to Miranda's front and, quickly and matter-of-factly, drew the zipper of her suit down all the way, her breasts and throbbing cock springing free into the chill air of the lab. “Ah, yes,” Xen said drily. “Certainly uncomfortable.”
Xen casually paced to the far corner of the lab, leaving Miranda standing by the door, gasping at the change in temperature and staring down past her breasts at the thick, swollen cock jutting out from her.
“But I am not unkind. I believe in choice.” Xen rummaged momentarily, and withdrew something from a drawer. “Ah,” she murmured. “Here it is.” She turned, and Miranda saw that she held something long, black, and unmistakably phallic. She touched something on the base of it and walked to the table at the chair's side, where she set it down, pointing suggestively to the ceiling.
“Allow me to explain. This is a matched pair to the toy in you.” Xen closed her hand over it and stroked roughly. Miranda jerked and moaned as the vibration inside her gave a long, intense pulse. Xen gave a low laugh. “I see you understand.” She removed her hand from the toy and stepped away, leaving Miranda panting. “You made an unwise choice earlier today. You now have another choice that you may wish to consider more carefully.” She paused, appearing to consider. “The battery will eventually fail, of course. Given enough time. But the choice is yours to make, Ms. Lawson.” She turned to the wall. “VI, begin recording.”
And then she stalked out of the room, leaving Miranda alone with the insistent throb of her cock.
She wriggled, trying to pull her wrists through the cuffs, but they held fast and the movement served only to exacerbate the tortuous vibration of the plug teasing her, filling her, but not still not enough for release. The enormous erection bobbed in front of her, pulsing hotly, impossible to ignore.
She tried for a while to hold out, shifting and squirming, but nothing she did could relieve the tension, and at last, she haltingly made her way to the center of the room.
The toy rested there on the table next to the chair, thick and stiff, an echo of her own hard cock. Slowly, she sat sideways on the chair, smothering a gasp as the plug pressed further into her, and then, awkwardly, cheeks burning, she bent and closed her lips around the toy.
She moaned around it as the plug inside her gave a sudden, intense pulse, her cock answering with a twitch, and eagerly took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down, lips clamped on the shaft, sucking greedily, as she helplessly ground her ass into the seat in time with the plug's pulsing. Her erection bobbed in front of her, hot and aching, and her breasts swayed in time with the motion, nipples taut and stiff as she desperately fellated the toy.
Finally, she reached the peak, groaning around the toy as her balls tightened and her hips thrust frantically. Distantly, past the white blindness of orgasm, she felt her cock jerk as she came, thick ropes of hot fluid spattering her breasts and stomach.
The plug's vibration gradually died as she regained her senses, gasping. She realized she was still bent over the toy, and lifted her head, feeling it slip slickly past her lips. She straightened, exhaustion and shame slowly coming back to her, conscious of the wetness over her breasts and belly and the slowly sagging cock between her legs. Behind her, she heard the door to the lab hiss open and Xen begin to slowly clap.
“You sound uncomfortable, Ms. Lawson. I must remind you, however, that you brought this on yourself.” Xen stepped around to Miranda's front and, quickly and matter-of-factly, drew the zipper of her suit down all the way, her breasts and throbbing cock springing free into the chill air of the lab. “Ah, yes,” Xen said drily. “Certainly uncomfortable.”
Xen casually paced to the far corner of the lab, leaving Miranda standing by the door, gasping at the change in temperature and staring down past her breasts at the thick, swollen cock jutting out from her.
“But I am not unkind. I believe in choice.” Xen rummaged momentarily, and withdrew something from a drawer. “Ah,” she murmured. “Here it is.” She turned, and Miranda saw that she held something long, black, and unmistakably phallic. She touched something on the base of it and walked to the table at the chair's side, where she set it down, pointing suggestively to the ceiling.
“Allow me to explain. This is a matched pair to the toy in you.” Xen closed her hand over it and stroked roughly. Miranda jerked and moaned as the vibration inside her gave a long, intense pulse. Xen gave a low laugh. “I see you understand.” She removed her hand from the toy and stepped away, leaving Miranda panting. “You made an unwise choice earlier today. You now have another choice that you may wish to consider more carefully.” She paused, appearing to consider. “The battery will eventually fail, of course. Given enough time. But the choice is yours to make, Ms. Lawson.” She turned to the wall. “VI, begin recording.”
And then she stalked out of the room, leaving Miranda alone with the insistent throb of her cock.
She wriggled, trying to pull her wrists through the cuffs, but they held fast and the movement served only to exacerbate the tortuous vibration of the plug teasing her, filling her, but not still not enough for release. The enormous erection bobbed in front of her, pulsing hotly, impossible to ignore.
She tried for a while to hold out, shifting and squirming, but nothing she did could relieve the tension, and at last, she haltingly made her way to the center of the room.
The toy rested there on the table next to the chair, thick and stiff, an echo of her own hard cock. Slowly, she sat sideways on the chair, smothering a gasp as the plug pressed further into her, and then, awkwardly, cheeks burning, she bent and closed her lips around the toy.
She moaned around it as the plug inside her gave a sudden, intense pulse, her cock answering with a twitch, and eagerly took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down, lips clamped on the shaft, sucking greedily, as she helplessly ground her ass into the seat in time with the plug's pulsing. Her erection bobbed in front of her, hot and aching, and her breasts swayed in time with the motion, nipples taut and stiff as she desperately fellated the toy.
Finally, she reached the peak, groaning around the toy as her balls tightened and her hips thrust frantically. Distantly, past the white blindness of orgasm, she felt her cock jerk as she came, thick ropes of hot fluid spattering her breasts and stomach.
The plug's vibration gradually died as she regained her senses, gasping. She realized she was still bent over the toy, and lifted her head, feeling it slip slickly past her lips. She straightened, exhaustion and shame slowly coming back to her, conscious of the wetness over her breasts and belly and the slowly sagging cock between her legs. Behind her, she heard the door to the lab hiss open and Xen begin to slowly clap.
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