In Control 08 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
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September 19 2015, 16:03:27 UTC
“VI, cease recording,” Xen said as she made her way over to the chair. She stood there a moment, inspecting Miranda's bared breasts and limp cock and the ejaculate covering her front.
“A wiser choice this time, Ms. Lawson. You certainly appear to have enjoyed yourself.” She paused a moment, and then seized Miranda's chin in her hand, tilting her face upward. “Look at me when I'm talking to you.” She waited, holding Miranda's gaze before continuing. “Better. You've made a mess of yourself again, though.” She walked around to the other side of the chair, and Miranda felt the cuffs release. “Clean yourself. There are sanitary facilities in the closet directly ahead of you.” She paused. “Leave the clothes in the bin.”
Numbly, Miranda stood and made her way to the closet.
The facilities were quarian style: spartan, with nothing that could possibly aid an escape. Xen's only deviation from liveship austerity was the large mirror installed on the closet's back wall. Miranda did not allow herself to look at it.
She could not, however, avoid the sight of her naked body as she stripped and cleaned herself, the beads of cum speckling her breasts and dripping down her stomach, and the flushed cock and weighty balls jostling between her thighs. The plug in her ass shifted teasingly as she moved, quiescent now.
She shuddered, remembering the feeling of the plug pushing into her as she'd sucked the toy, the hot throb of her cock bouncing with her movement, the shameless, humiliating display she'd made of herself. A brief thrill of heat shot to her groin at the memory, and she focused on cleaning herself.
She was as thorough as she dared, but exited promptly at Xen's call, making her way over to stand in front of her.
Xen gestured to the chair. “Bend over,” she said, briskly. Miranda assumed her prior pose without protest, ass in the air, pointed towards the camera, cock and balls hanging in full view. She started as she felt one of Xen's hands cup her rear and the other grasp the base of the plug.
“I have been considering your punishment for your earlier indiscretion,” Xen remarked. Miranda froze in place. Idly, Xen tugged at the plug, not hard enough to displace it, but enough to draw a gasp from her. “It is apparent that you enjoy making a spectacle of yourself. Perhaps that is exactly what you should be: a spectacle.” Miranda felt her stomach clench at that. Xen continued, toying with the plug all the while. “You are, of course, well-proportioned, but it has become clear that your endowments fall short of your prodigious appetites. Fortunately, that is easily corrected.” The hand on her ass tightened dangerously, and Xen pressed the plug into her. “You will stay still for this. If you move, you will be put in stasis.” Miranda yelped as Xen's hand left her ass to grope between her legs. “And make no mistake, Ms. Lawson, if you choose stasis, it opens a number of intriguing possibilities.”
Miranda froze in place, heart racing, and after a moment the hand withdrew. She started as something cool brushed across her ass, and then gasped as she felt the prick and jab of a needle. It was over in a few short seconds, before she could make the decision to resist or not.
“Very good, Ms. Lawson. Perhaps you are learning after all.” Xen's voice was cool and amused. “You may get back in your chair. It will be several hours before the effects are apparent - I suggest you take the opportunity to rest and meditate on your choices. You will have a busy day tomorrow.”
“A wiser choice this time, Ms. Lawson. You certainly appear to have enjoyed yourself.” She paused a moment, and then seized Miranda's chin in her hand, tilting her face upward. “Look at me when I'm talking to you.” She waited, holding Miranda's gaze before continuing. “Better. You've made a mess of yourself again, though.” She walked around to the other side of the chair, and Miranda felt the cuffs release. “Clean yourself. There are sanitary facilities in the closet directly ahead of you.” She paused. “Leave the clothes in the bin.”
Numbly, Miranda stood and made her way to the closet.
The facilities were quarian style: spartan, with nothing that could possibly aid an escape. Xen's only deviation from liveship austerity was the large mirror installed on the closet's back wall. Miranda did not allow herself to look at it.
She could not, however, avoid the sight of her naked body as she stripped and cleaned herself, the beads of cum speckling her breasts and dripping down her stomach, and the flushed cock and weighty balls jostling between her thighs. The plug in her ass shifted teasingly as she moved, quiescent now.
She shuddered, remembering the feeling of the plug pushing into her as she'd sucked the toy, the hot throb of her cock bouncing with her movement, the shameless, humiliating display she'd made of herself. A brief thrill of heat shot to her groin at the memory, and she focused on cleaning herself.
She was as thorough as she dared, but exited promptly at Xen's call, making her way over to stand in front of her.
Xen gestured to the chair. “Bend over,” she said, briskly. Miranda assumed her prior pose without protest, ass in the air, pointed towards the camera, cock and balls hanging in full view. She started as she felt one of Xen's hands cup her rear and the other grasp the base of the plug.
“I have been considering your punishment for your earlier indiscretion,” Xen remarked. Miranda froze in place. Idly, Xen tugged at the plug, not hard enough to displace it, but enough to draw a gasp from her. “It is apparent that you enjoy making a spectacle of yourself. Perhaps that is exactly what you should be: a spectacle.” Miranda felt her stomach clench at that. Xen continued, toying with the plug all the while. “You are, of course, well-proportioned, but it has become clear that your endowments fall short of your prodigious appetites. Fortunately, that is easily corrected.” The hand on her ass tightened dangerously, and Xen pressed the plug into her. “You will stay still for this. If you move, you will be put in stasis.” Miranda yelped as Xen's hand left her ass to grope between her legs. “And make no mistake, Ms. Lawson, if you choose stasis, it opens a number of intriguing possibilities.”
Miranda froze in place, heart racing, and after a moment the hand withdrew. She started as something cool brushed across her ass, and then gasped as she felt the prick and jab of a needle. It was over in a few short seconds, before she could make the decision to resist or not.
“Very good, Ms. Lawson. Perhaps you are learning after all.” Xen's voice was cool and amused. “You may get back in your chair. It will be several hours before the effects are apparent - I suggest you take the opportunity to rest and meditate on your choices. You will have a busy day tomorrow.”
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RL jumped me, but hoping to get some more of it up this weekend.
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