Dr. Thompson wins

Jinx's mind is in a haze, the sight of finally seeing a real futa in front of her stroking a magnificently large cock and the scent of her sweat and both their sexes filling her nostrils. And in that haze she gradually forgets that she is in a game. The villainness lunges forward, her mouth opening and her tongue lolling out so she can suck the thick member and just as her lips are about to wrap around the tip...

"I order you to freeze." Dr. Thompson fires off the order, ready for the outcome. Jinx's body tenses up instantly as all her muscles stop in place. The cock she coveted less than an inch away from her mouth and yet it feels as though it's as far back as the horizon in her desperation to quench her lust. Theresa pulls back, making sure not to let her get a taste for now. Jinx's eyes follow her as a whimper escapes.

"Dissapointing, I thought you'd actually make it. You'll need some training. Strip naked and stand up straight." The hypnotherapist orders the naughty villain as she does just that. Completely taking off her unflattering standard issue orange prison jumpsuit and plain white underwear. In a moment her grey skin was on display along with her darker nipples and small tuft of trimmed pink pubic hair.

"Mmm, a lovely body for me to play with. I'm going to enjoy punishing it." Dr. Thompson says as she thinks over her options. Her office is secretly stocked with all kinds of sex toys, bondage gear and lingerie she could dress Jinx up in.

"What are you going to do to me?" Jinx asks in a mixture of annoyance from the denial but a masochistic side to her eager to feel whatever punishment might come from the dominatrix.