In Control 14 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
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December 22 2015, 02:07:22 UTC
Miranda gave another sobbing breath, a needy whine crawling out her throat to the laughter of the audience. Her cock was a hot, desperate throb, her thighs and belly taut with the need for release. She was hyperaware of the press of the cock ring around her base and the tight almost-ache of her balls. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she could not tell if they were for the humiliation of her situation or the intensity of the sensation. She wanted to fight against the restraints, to break her hands free and finish herself, but disgust at her own appetites and the tantalizing lure of Xen's promise kept her still.
The field holding her in place hummed, and she sucked in a breath and arched her back as a hot/cold fizz of biotic energy skimmed down the line of her spine with barely enough pressure to register as touch. Over the earpiece, she heard the faint, tinny sound of one of the twins laughing.
As quickly as it came, sensation was gone from her spine, only to return as a quick, light stroke along the outer curves of her breasts, a sensation like ghostly fingers, almost gentle but for the electric bite of biotics.
“You know,” drawled Xen over the earpiece, “I have come to believe that you enjoy these exercises.”
The touch was gone from her breasts now, replaced by a lick of energy teasing along the cleft of her ass, there and just as quickly gone again, coaxing a moan from her at the throb of her neglected cock.
“Oh, you put on a fine show of defiance, Ms. Lawson. You almost deceived me at first. But let us examine the evidence, shall we?”
The touches came faster now. A crackling brush over her collar bones, along the column of her throat, tracing her hips and teasing at the inside of her thighs. She could not suppress her vocal reactions, nor prevent herself from shifting in place, futilely trying to relieve the ache of her swollen cock.
“I have presented you with opportunities, of course, but your situation now is the direct result of your own choices. I have repeatedly warned you of consequences, but when presented with options, you inevitably choose to debase yourself for everyone to see.”
A flicker of biotic energy swept across her open mouth in mocking imitation of a kiss before licking at her nipples and trailing down towards her navel, leaving Miranda breathing ragged gasps, the heavy weight of the cock between her legs swaying as she writhed.
“Tell me, Ms. Lawson. Are you enjoying yourself now? Do you get a thrill at being put on display like this? Exposing yourself to an audience of strangers? Degrading yourself for them to see? Fucking yourself for them?”
She felt herself burn, mortified as her cock pulsed and twitched at Xen's words, her stomach muscles spasming with the need for release.
“The physical evidence, of course, is incontrovertible.”
Miranda jerked against her restraints, a needy, mewling whine escaping her as the lightest touch of biotics licked up the underside of her shaft, far too brief to satisfy.
“Perhaps I am wrong, though. If I am, you need only say so, and we will stop here.”
An involuntary, broken noise of protest escaped from her at that, the hot, oversensitized pulse of her cock ringing through her like a bell, aching for contact.
“Or perhaps,” said Xen smoothly, “you would prefer that I let you come instead.”
Miranda sucked in a breath, her jaw clenching, but a pulse of biotic energy pulsed at her nipples before stroking at her balls where they lay against the cock ring.
The field holding her in place hummed, and she sucked in a breath and arched her back as a hot/cold fizz of biotic energy skimmed down the line of her spine with barely enough pressure to register as touch. Over the earpiece, she heard the faint, tinny sound of one of the twins laughing.
As quickly as it came, sensation was gone from her spine, only to return as a quick, light stroke along the outer curves of her breasts, a sensation like ghostly fingers, almost gentle but for the electric bite of biotics.
“You know,” drawled Xen over the earpiece, “I have come to believe that you enjoy these exercises.”
The touch was gone from her breasts now, replaced by a lick of energy teasing along the cleft of her ass, there and just as quickly gone again, coaxing a moan from her at the throb of her neglected cock.
“Oh, you put on a fine show of defiance, Ms. Lawson. You almost deceived me at first. But let us examine the evidence, shall we?”
The touches came faster now. A crackling brush over her collar bones, along the column of her throat, tracing her hips and teasing at the inside of her thighs. She could not suppress her vocal reactions, nor prevent herself from shifting in place, futilely trying to relieve the ache of her swollen cock.
“I have presented you with opportunities, of course, but your situation now is the direct result of your own choices. I have repeatedly warned you of consequences, but when presented with options, you inevitably choose to debase yourself for everyone to see.”
A flicker of biotic energy swept across her open mouth in mocking imitation of a kiss before licking at her nipples and trailing down towards her navel, leaving Miranda breathing ragged gasps, the heavy weight of the cock between her legs swaying as she writhed.
“Tell me, Ms. Lawson. Are you enjoying yourself now? Do you get a thrill at being put on display like this? Exposing yourself to an audience of strangers? Degrading yourself for them to see? Fucking yourself for them?”
She felt herself burn, mortified as her cock pulsed and twitched at Xen's words, her stomach muscles spasming with the need for release.
“The physical evidence, of course, is incontrovertible.”
Miranda jerked against her restraints, a needy, mewling whine escaping her as the lightest touch of biotics licked up the underside of her shaft, far too brief to satisfy.
“Perhaps I am wrong, though. If I am, you need only say so, and we will stop here.”
An involuntary, broken noise of protest escaped from her at that, the hot, oversensitized pulse of her cock ringing through her like a bell, aching for contact.
“Or perhaps,” said Xen smoothly, “you would prefer that I let you come instead.”
Miranda sucked in a breath, her jaw clenching, but a pulse of biotic energy pulsed at her nipples before stroking at her balls where they lay against the cock ring.
“Please,” she heard herself groan.
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