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“S-Sam please! You have to snap out of it! This isn’t you! This isn't u-gurgh!”
The panicked voice of an airy maiden in clear duress resounds for only the briefest of moments across the dimly lit interior of a living room space before sudden movement in the dark accompanied by the jangle of iron chains. Cutting her protest short with an unflinching insertion of two fingers through puckered lips lathered in crimson gloss, going deep enough to make the length of the unseen woman’s petite neck throb violently. Its undulating silhouette traced by a moody amber backdrop while glimmering beads of foam and spittle run the length of a gorgeous chin before falling into a buttery smooth valley. Formed from a tightly pressed bosom held prisoner by a waning stretch of fabric and flimsy buttons making up the woefully tight shirt outlining every last inch of the wearer's voluptuous torso, shivering in fright as wide eyes remain locked with the steady glare of her captor’s visage coming closer. Illuminating baby cheeks and a cute rounded nose set around sultry slits bearing brilliant irises of amber and pure white sclera.
Evidently put off by her earlier statement before its abrupt end, rigid claws dig into a sensitive esophagus. Forcing a muffled, involuntary moan from between the submissive’s plugged lips while pleading eyes narrowed into a euphoric look, washing away the fear imprinted over a face that was just as gorgeous as the domineer’s. A fact that aids in the woman’s ultimate decision to free her prey and allow her some room to breath, pulling nectar soaked index and middle fingers out with a salacious *SQLRCH* before tracing those very same digits across the base of her chin. Taking in the sight of pendulous breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, delectable teats cupped in lace pink the redhead evidently could not wait to gnaw on as she leans in close with the grace of a seasoned dancer and the lethality of a viper striking from the bush. Delivering dangerous words dripping with icy venom straight into an addled brain rendered insensate and helpless to resist, regressing into a persona more suited to the body that had taken pleasure in such harsh treatment. Dulling eyes rolling around in their sockets while a vapid groan devoid of the intelligence and will in her panicked outburst from before…
“This isn’t me hm? Since when were you under the impression that you and I were close friends? Because as far as I can tell, you’ve been nothing more than a pet…my pet…naughty girl, looks like I’ll have to drill that fact into you so hard it’ll be the only thing you can ever think of~ But don’t worry Doll, I’ll make sure you enjoy every last-”
Before her sentence could be finished, the lights above come on in an instant. Revealing the full forms of the two women, dressed in outfits that would’ve been familiar to those educated in the history of Japanese animation as both turn to look towards the holographic image of a woman dressed in receptionist’s garb that had appeared in front of them. “I’m pleased to see the two of you enjoying yourselves but I’m calling in to inform you that the time limit has been reached, unless you-” “Extend our session please, another hour and I’m certain we’ll be done for the day~”
The damned redhead had said the same thing thrice now! But no matter how hard the quivering woman beneath her wanted to make her thoughts known, her body would not listen to her, choosing instead to remain relatively still with a wanton look of longing plastered over a flushed face slick with sweat. Leaving her helpless as the digital interface vanishes, leaving her trapped once again as the lights above begin to dim and die away one by one. Gasping as the bite of a leather collar encases the length of a neck, a supple pillar that had been kissed, bitten, choked and pulled on an umpteenth number of times by now. Cocking her head back like a ragdoll as her partner pulls her forward from a slack position into a relatively upright one with the sharp motion of a chain wrapped arm, making her grunt and bite at a juicy lower lip upon the feel of a well placed thigh nudging against a snatch most vulgar. The shape of which had been imprinted in the form of a twitchy cameltoe through a soaked thong and ruined pants emblematic of the accumulated experiences she had endured ever since making the mistake of agreeing to this ‘game’...for in the far flung future, entertainment had progressed to a point where various forms of entertainment involved the utter and instantaneous modifications of a person’s physical self. Like say, a rich nerd and a buff jock being turned into their complete opposites; leaving the former as a curvaceous, red headed dominatrix and the latter, as her obedient demon sexpet with a submissive streak to shame a skittish rodent. It had been a simple dare on his part nonetheless; agree to a random game from a booth in the adult section of the arcade, and whoever won would be proven a man amongst men. Only to end up in a dark room after being run through with a lightscreen that had bestowed upon them their new bodies; lithe sensual forms a couple of years older than their original selves with edits to their genetics, leaving them as fully functional women deserving of a spot on a gravure magazine’s cover. Wherein the confused bully would be tackled into a mating press from behind, unintentionally sighing with a vapid giggle upon reliving the memory of how it felt for a girthy strap-on to penetrate her throbbing vagina…
But after experiencing a woman’s climax over and over again through a variety of acts without the reprieve anyone would need to recover from such a gauntlet, Max had been desperate to free herself from the clutches of Sam, who had since undergone a complete 180 from his usual, wimpy self after the programming from the arcade’s AI had set in, showing no signs of being the college virgin she once was while becoming one with the computer’s direction. Forcing Max in particular to remain in-character for the erotic role play she had been signed up to immerse herself in thanks to her ill-informed decision, one the operators were none the wiser to as the last light dims just like it had at the start alongside the brief resurfacing of Max’s personality as the disembodied sensation of auto-pilot kicks in. Only able to curse her unwitting mistress at the back of her mind before a warm tongue parts wanton suckers, gagging the feminized bully as her former victim embraces her in a sensual kiss while lascivious hands ravish her body. Producing airy coos with a rub of firm thighs and a subtle thrust from burgeoned hips every time that damnable knee prods against her groin, rekindling the coals of estrus in preparation for yet another cycle in the true-to-life sim Sam, in opposition to her enemy, had been thoroughly enamored by. Relishing every second she got to lord over the one who had put her through so much all this time…
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