In Control 12a (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
November 22 2015, 20:39:17 UTC
Sorry for the long wait, things are busy.
She woke the sound of female laughter in the dark and a set of hands squeezing her breasts.
“Goddess, look at these things! How does she walk?”
Another woman guffawed. “Forget those things. Look at this thing.” Without warning, another hand groped at her crotch.
Outraged, Miranda drew in a breath and tried to struggle, but found herself again restrained and gagged.
“Ah, Ms. Lawson, you've finally joined us,” intoned Xen's voice, smoothly amused. The hands left her body, but she could hear the muffled laughter of the other women as the familiar sound of Xen's boots drew closer. She felt hands at her temples, and the darkness fell away as Xen removed the blindfold. She was in a new room, this one small and cheap-feeling, a dressing room, judging by the mirrors and clothing racks. A biotic field held her suspended in front of one of the mirrors, still nude. Her limbs were hot where the field held them immobile, and her skin prickled and goosebumped at the current of biotic energy. Two asari, alike enough to be twins, watched her from their positions flanking the mirror, their eyes hard and amused.
“I would apologize for the blindfold, but it is entirely your own fault,” continued Xen. “It is clear that you cannot be trusted to follow orders. Perhaps if you show yourself capable of learning, you may eventually do without for the trip here.” Xen paused, apparently deep in consideration. “I don't believe I should need to tell you to be on your best behavior. I have invested a considerable amount of credits in you and I expect you to pay me back. Is that understood?”
Miranda stared, furious, but keenly aware of her vulnerability, her naked body on display, the hungry gaze of the twins, and above all, Xen's cold nonchalance. Slowly, she inclined her head in a nod. There was nothing she could do at the present.
“Well-chosen,” Xen pronounced briskly. She gestured to the twins. “Please continue.”
The asari exchanged a glance, and the one on the left stepped forward, and raised her hand. The biotic field holding Miranda in place suddenly heated, and she jerked as she was repositioned, bent over, her ass in the air, legs spread, enormous breasts hanging heavily from her chest, cock and balls dangling between her legs. She felt her heart beating hard in her chest as the other asari paced around behind her. When she got there, she laughed, and Miranda felt herself burn with shame and fury.
“Why, she's all plugged up already.” Miranda felt a hand at her rear fumbling with the base of the plug. The asari grasped it and tugged experimentally. Miranda sucked in a breath as she hit that spot of heat inside her and her cock twitched in response.
The other asari laughed. “Careful, T'Va, or you'll get her started before the show opens.”
In Control 12b (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
November 22 2015, 20:40:45 UTC
T'Va snorted, and pulled harder. Miranda whimpered as it eased out of her, stretching her wide as the head of it withdrew, before finally exiting with the pop. She felt herself reflexively clench and release as it left her body, feeling oddly open and empty. With a thrill of shame, she realized she had grown used to the plug's presence.
T'Va laughed again, and delivered a light slap to her rear, causing her to startle. “Don't worry, Cerberus, we'll get you something else to plug you up.” The fingers returned to her rear, generously slathering a cold, thick gel all around and in her entrance. She could not prevent herself from reacting, her breaths coming quicker and her skin flushing.
When it was done, T'Va snapped her fingers, and the biotic field forced her upright again, exposing her tight nipples and flushed cock. She could feel the gel rub slickly against her skin as the change in position forced her cheeks together. The other asari stepped forward and clinically, pinched her nipples. Miranda gasped and felt her cock give another twitch as they stiffened to peaks.
“Quit playing with her, T'Vo.”
T'Vo sighed and gave Miranda's breasts a final squeeze before letting them bounce to her chest and turning her attention to her crotch.
“A big, thick cock,” she drawled, inspecting its flushed state, “but it doesn't look like she'll last.”
“She does lack restraint,” remarked Xen, observing from the corner.
“Better do something about that.” Her twin opened one of the storage compartments and, after briefly rummaging, tossed a handful of black synthleather straps to her sister. T'Vo bent and cupped her genitals. Miranda could not hold back a sharp breath as T'Vo fondled her briefly before pushing first her balls into the harness, and then her cock, before fastening it snugly around her base. In the mirror, her endowments were more obvious than ever, held out from her body and framed by the ring. She looked ludicrous, obscene, with her cartoonishly outsized tits and the heavy cock and balls proudly displayed between her legs. She flushed, furious and humiliated, feeling the slide of the gel lubricating her ass and the twitch of her cock against the teasing pressure of the harness.
“You're finally beginning to look like you should, Ms. Lawson,” she heard Xen say. “Let us see how much that can be improved on before your shift.”
She woke the sound of female laughter in the dark and a set of hands squeezing her breasts.
“Goddess, look at these things! How does she walk?”
Another woman guffawed. “Forget those things. Look at this thing.” Without warning, another hand groped at her crotch.
Outraged, Miranda drew in a breath and tried to struggle, but found herself again restrained and gagged.
“Ah, Ms. Lawson, you've finally joined us,” intoned Xen's voice, smoothly amused. The hands left her body, but she could hear the muffled laughter of the other women as the familiar sound of Xen's boots drew closer. She felt hands at her temples, and the darkness fell away as Xen removed the blindfold. She was in a new room, this one small and cheap-feeling, a dressing room, judging by the mirrors and clothing racks. A biotic field held her suspended in front of one of the mirrors, still nude. Her limbs were hot where the field held them immobile, and her skin prickled and goosebumped at the current of biotic energy. Two asari, alike enough to be twins, watched her from their positions flanking the mirror, their eyes hard and amused.
“I would apologize for the blindfold, but it is entirely your own fault,” continued Xen. “It is clear that you cannot be trusted to follow orders. Perhaps if you show yourself capable of learning, you may eventually do without for the trip here.” Xen paused, apparently deep in consideration. “I don't believe I should need to tell you to be on your best behavior. I have invested a considerable amount of credits in you and I expect you to pay me back. Is that understood?”
Miranda stared, furious, but keenly aware of her vulnerability, her naked body on display, the hungry gaze of the twins, and above all, Xen's cold nonchalance. Slowly, she inclined her head in a nod. There was nothing she could do at the present.
“Well-chosen,” Xen pronounced briskly. She gestured to the twins. “Please continue.”
The asari exchanged a glance, and the one on the left stepped forward, and raised her hand. The biotic field holding Miranda in place suddenly heated, and she jerked as she was repositioned, bent over, her ass in the air, legs spread, enormous breasts hanging heavily from her chest, cock and balls dangling between her legs. She felt her heart beating hard in her chest as the other asari paced around behind her. When she got there, she laughed, and Miranda felt herself burn with shame and fury.
“Why, she's all plugged up already.” Miranda felt a hand at her rear fumbling with the base of the plug. The asari grasped it and tugged experimentally. Miranda sucked in a breath as she hit that spot of heat inside her and her cock twitched in response.
The other asari laughed. “Careful, T'Va, or you'll get her started before the show opens.”
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T'Va laughed again, and delivered a light slap to her rear, causing her to startle. “Don't worry, Cerberus, we'll get you something else to plug you up.” The fingers returned to her rear, generously slathering a cold, thick gel all around and in her entrance. She could not prevent herself from reacting, her breaths coming quicker and her skin flushing.
When it was done, T'Va snapped her fingers, and the biotic field forced her upright again, exposing her tight nipples and flushed cock. She could feel the gel rub slickly against her skin as the change in position forced her cheeks together. The other asari stepped forward and clinically, pinched her nipples. Miranda gasped and felt her cock give another twitch as they stiffened to peaks.
“Quit playing with her, T'Vo.”
T'Vo sighed and gave Miranda's breasts a final squeeze before letting them bounce to her chest and turning her attention to her crotch.
“A big, thick cock,” she drawled, inspecting its flushed state, “but it doesn't look like she'll last.”
“She does lack restraint,” remarked Xen, observing from the corner.
“Better do something about that.” Her twin opened one of the storage compartments and, after briefly rummaging, tossed a handful of black synthleather straps to her sister. T'Vo bent and cupped her genitals. Miranda could not hold back a sharp breath as T'Vo fondled her briefly before pushing first her balls into the harness, and then her cock, before fastening it snugly around her base. In the mirror, her endowments were more obvious than ever, held out from her body and framed by the ring. She looked ludicrous, obscene, with her cartoonishly outsized tits and the heavy cock and balls proudly displayed between her legs. She flushed, furious and humiliated, feeling the slide of the gel lubricating her ass and the twitch of her cock against the teasing pressure of the harness.
“You're finally beginning to look like you should, Ms. Lawson,” she heard Xen say. “Let us see how much that can be improved on before your shift.”
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