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Chapter 8 by Sanchez909 Sanchez909

♂ or ♀?

♂ Male!

ou are pounding the hell out this girl's pussy, pumping in and out, bending her over to feel her perky tits. "God this is great!" You think not remembering how you got to this situation but you have never felt like more like a virile man than you do right now. You flip this girl over, and start to go at her doggie style, you give her ass a slap. Your dick feels bigger, harder, stronger, and you have never felt a woman's pussy massage it so well while you were inside. You pull out again and grab the woman's head and you realize who you were fucking! It was Maria Sharapova!

You wake up with a start! Panting you look around your bedroom, "Holy shit I never a sex dream that real and intense!" Your dick is crazy erect at the moment as you realize that was really just a dream. You hear feminine moaning beside you though, and immediately jump out of bed, "Who the fuck is there?" you think. You run over to the light switch and turn it on. You guess you shouldn't be surprised, but when you turn the light on, who is else is there but Maria Sharapova herself!

She stirs a bit before getting up, while you are just standing in shock. She sits up in the bed and looks around. Your eyes widen as you realize that she is in the nude, with the exception of a glowing neon collar. She gasps and quickly covers her chest, "Who the fuck are you? Where am I?" You just shake your head, "Maria I am just as confused as confused as you. I don't know why you are here, why you are naked, and why you are wearing a collar. Trust me, not a god damned clue!" She just looks down, "Collar? What the hell? Why? I mean, you obviously know who I am, I demand that you throw me something to wear!"

You tilt your head as you notice something, "I know you from your matches obviously, but I will hand you a top if you hand me that envelope I just noticed on your shoulder." She just quickly throws the paper towards you and you reach towards where it fell. You walk towards your closet as you open the letter:

-Dear patron, Congratulations on being one of the lucky new patron to our up and coming company, نטхẓტẞДΛ∏ Incorporated! As a quick explanation, we are a company which branching out into the cross dimensional service industry, and are using a viral marketing campaign which aims to promote our Product! We are a service which finds the perfect "SERVANT PERSONNEL" to provide your day to day needs. Now all "SERVANT PERSONNEL" are provided with a power neckband so they can be the most efficient and have the ability to serve you best! This is a 10 year trial and in the end you may conclude this contract, however we would love it if you were satisfied with our product and continued the contract!

Operating "SERVANT PERSONNEL" is an easy and fun operation, using the latest and greatest in cross-dimensional technology, just simply make a command in your native language, and the collar will understand!

Enjoy your free trial! نטхẓტẞДΛ∏ Incorporated

If there was error in translation please notify the nearest dimension's office please request....blah blah blah-

You got bored of reading the long corporate letter. This was clearly some bullshit, but on the other hand this was definitely Maria Sharapova in the flesh, nude and in a neon "power neckband". You might as well give it a try.

You grab a ratty white muscle shirt out of the closet and throw it to her. She grabs it and quickly puts it on, "I need bottoms as well boy!" You just look at her and get an idea, "Maria? Rip off that top instead!" You command. She quickly grabs the top's neck and pulls down it down hard, ripping it down the middle like she was a super stripper or something. After throwing it to the ground, Maria just gasps, "Why did I do that? What did you do to me?" You just smirk at the fun you realize you are going to have today.

"Touch your toes!" Sure enough after the command is given, she bends over to touch her toes. You just nod and start to chuckle, just as she is opening her mouth, you command, "Don't say a word until I say you can." Her mouth quickly clothed as she shot a scornful look towards you.

You than ponder your next move. One, you can do the obvious, do her exotic body! But you have been a great toy so the next choice could be to test the limit of this technology, where you could either change her mentally, or physically!

What to do with this helpless Maria Sharapova?

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