In Control 13b (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
December 6 2015, 17:14:01 UTC
She stepped through the door and found herself on a stage lit in neon colors, camera drones circling overhead, and a murmur rising from the audience below at her entrance. She froze, horribly aware of her nudity and her lewd appearance, furious and ashamed. Below, the audience jeered. Xen's voice came in smoothly over the earpiece.
“Quit dawdling, Ms. Lawson. Step to the center. These people paid to get a good look at you.”
The order broke her shock, and she felt herself flush, lips pressing into a thin line. Slowly, she obeyed, the drones following her.
“Very good,” purred Xen. “Now stroke yourself.”
She balked at that, motionless in the middle of the stage, ready to turn around and go back to the room, but Xen's voice stopped her.
“Perhaps you did not understand me, Ms. Lawson,” she said sharply. “We had an agreement. This is part of it. So far, you are not impressing me.”
Miranda clenched her teeth, feeling her face heat, and reluctantly, reached down and took her cock in hand. The drones circled closer and shouts and whistles drifted up from the audience.
It was hot and heavy in her hand, thick enough to fill her fist even flaccid. Awkwardly, she stroked it, base to tip, and sucked in a breath at the sensation as it twitched a little against her palm. She did it again, her breath quickening and a pulse of heat settling in her belly as it swelled in her hand.
Soon, she was hard, harder than she'd ever been, gasping on the stage as she jerked herself, the hot throb of her erection straining against the restriction of the cock ring, breasts bouncing in time with the frantic motion of her hand. From some distant place, she watched, horrified and ashamed, as she groaned and grunted onstage to the hoots of the audience, but found herself powerless to stop, the pounding, hungry throb of her cock flooding her senses with almost suffocating intensity. Desperately, she pumped herself, her fist sliding over the hot, thick length, her hips pistoning into her hand, achingly close to release.
And then, she let out a choking sob as biotic energy crackled over her skin, manacling her hands over her head and leaving her helplessly erect and exposed.
“And now, Ms. Lawson,” said Xen over the earpiece, “we shall see how much self-discipline you can truly exert.”
“Quit dawdling, Ms. Lawson. Step to the center. These people paid to get a good look at you.”
The order broke her shock, and she felt herself flush, lips pressing into a thin line. Slowly, she obeyed, the drones following her.
“Very good,” purred Xen. “Now stroke yourself.”
She balked at that, motionless in the middle of the stage, ready to turn around and go back to the room, but Xen's voice stopped her.
“Perhaps you did not understand me, Ms. Lawson,” she said sharply. “We had an agreement. This is part of it. So far, you are not impressing me.”
Miranda clenched her teeth, feeling her face heat, and reluctantly, reached down and took her cock in hand. The drones circled closer and shouts and whistles drifted up from the audience.
It was hot and heavy in her hand, thick enough to fill her fist even flaccid. Awkwardly, she stroked it, base to tip, and sucked in a breath at the sensation as it twitched a little against her palm. She did it again, her breath quickening and a pulse of heat settling in her belly as it swelled in her hand.
Soon, she was hard, harder than she'd ever been, gasping on the stage as she jerked herself, the hot throb of her erection straining against the restriction of the cock ring, breasts bouncing in time with the frantic motion of her hand. From some distant place, she watched, horrified and ashamed, as she groaned and grunted onstage to the hoots of the audience, but found herself powerless to stop, the pounding, hungry throb of her cock flooding her senses with almost suffocating intensity. Desperately, she pumped herself, her fist sliding over the hot, thick length, her hips pistoning into her hand, achingly close to release.
And then, she let out a choking sob as biotic energy crackled over her skin, manacling her hands over her head and leaving her helplessly erect and exposed.
“And now, Ms. Lawson,” said Xen over the earpiece, “we shall see how much self-discipline you can truly exert.”
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