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
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In Control 13a (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
December 6 2015, 17:12:59 UTC
The twins primped and painted her in a mockery of luxury, amusing themselves with the occasional grope or pinch, and laughing at her inevitable, uncontrollable reaction. The reflection in the mirror when they finished was something artificial and garish. The gaudy makeup made her look by turns shocked and pouting, and the rouge painting her nipples made the heavy swing of her genitals in the cock ring all the more obvious. They had removed the gag to paint her lips and left it out, but it would do her no good to speak, and she knew it. She was still held immobile by the twins' biotic field, spreadeagled in the center of the room. Behind her, she heard the familiar, measured tap of Xen's footsteps.
“How you've changed, Ms. Lawson. Who would guess that you were an officer in one of the galaxy's most powerful covert organizations only a short while ago? Someone with discipline, someone who commanded respectThe twins snickered off to the side, and Miranda felt herself burn at the words, and then tensed, as Xen's hand reached over her
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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
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In Control 14 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
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
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“How you've changed, Ms. Lawson. Who would guess that you were an officer in one of the galaxy's most powerful covert organizations only a short while ago? Someone with discipline, someone who commanded respectThe twins snickered off to the side, and Miranda felt herself burn at the words, and then tensed, as Xen's hand reached over her ( ... )
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A sex fic
Damn this a sex fic
Damn gurl!
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