New dimensions

When the second night came, Evelyn was grateful for the retrieve from the porn. {if Futa==true}She had heard Holly moaning with delight as she rode Mikaela's cock, before egging on Khara as the busty mind-reader gave Alpha a titjob. She had **** herself not to look as Girl 2.0 grovelled and demeaned herself before her new mistress, eating her out, worshipping her like a goddess. She had heard Maria beg to suck her cock, heard Carly cry out as Mikaela's monster tore her pussy in two.{else}She had heard Holly moaning with delight as she rode Michael's cock, before egging on Khara as the busty mind-reader gave Alpha a titjob. She had **** herself not to look as Girl 2.0 grovelled and demeaned herself before her new master, worshipping him like a god. She had heard Maria beg to suck his cock, heard Carly cry out as his monster tore her cock in two.{endif} And she had heard countless other voices she didn't recognise moaning, keening, screaming, cumming.

And it was only the second night.

The whispers surrounded her in the darkness once again, and Evelyn wept from the mental burden she carried. They hadn't hurt her, hadn't so much as scratched her skin; even her arms didn't ache, her supernatural resilience belying itself. But this was ****. She was in no doubt. Her hopes of escape were fading, as she merely tried to cling to her identity, to her sanity, as the voices surrounded her.

She slept. She hadn't thought she would be able to; not with the buttplug, always changing its pattern. It didn't hurt any longer; in fact, she had to fight her own senses, deny herself the pleasure every change in tempo brought afresh to her. But she slept, even as the thing buzzed quietly inside her arse.

She didn't know whether she stopped dreaming or not. The voices never stopped. This time the light brightened gradually, the screen gradually coming to life. As usual, Ultragirl **** herself to look away from the lewd video. But time dragged by once again.

She tried not to be. She really, really tried not to be. But she was so, so fucking horny. And as a particularly piercing scream of pleasure echoed over the speakers, the heroine couldn't help it. She looked at the screen.

{if Futa==true}The petite Japanese girl, IQ, was riding Mikaela's lap. She looked like a child compared to the futanari's tall, powerful, sexual body. The **** girl's head was thrown back, eyes rolled up into her skull, drool spilling from her parted lips. She seemed barely conscious. Her mistress's hands lovingly explored her body, kneading her perky breasts, stroking her tiny waist. She provided all of the motion, powerful flicks of her hips enough to send the small girl bouncing into the air, revealing for a split second Mikaela's thick, slick spear, before IQ landed back on it, impaling her tight pussy on her mistress's kaiju.{else}The petite Japanese girl, IQ, was riding Michael's lap. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled up into her skull, drool spilling from her parted lips. She seemed barely conscious. Her master's hands lovingly explored her body, kneading her perky breasts, stroking her tiny waist. He provided all of the motion, powerful flicks of his hips enough to send the small girl bouncing into the air, revealing for a split second Michael's thick, slick spear, before she landed back on it, impaling her tight pussy on his kaiju.{endif} Evelyn couldn't look away. Sounds of pure ecstasy, pure feminine bliss, had wormed their way into her head. Seeing this, seeing the sex be everything she had imagined it to be... it was as relieving as the water she had licked from the dildo.

On the topic, her thirst soon returned. She looked at the plastic penis reluctantly, but now she had succumbed to her thirst once, she couldn't hold herself back for more than ten minutes. That piece of self-respect had been lost forever. She licked it dry, closing her eyes, trying to savour the relief the moisture gave her. Trying to resist the hunger that lurked within her stomach.

A sound she hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity shook her from her stupor. The sound of hinges, the door opening. Ultragirl hurriedly withdrew her tongue, turning to face her visitor.

It was a girl. Gorgeous. Naked. Black hair. Perky breasts. Pink nipples. Dripping pussy. Blue eyes. She recognised her. Rachel, the girl who had for a brief time been Sparrow, now Alpha's most dangerous henchwoman - Black Swan.

Evelyn stared at her, and hope dared to surface in her mind for the first time that day. Maybe Rachel had come to her senses. Maybe she'd come to free her, to help her escape. Really, she didn't care. She was so glad to see another person. Until she saw the tiny device in Rachel's palm.

The nude girl sauntered in front of her, stopped. Looked her up and down. A contemptuous, sadistic smirk.

"Look how the mighty have fallen," she drawled.

Ultragirl tried to compose herself. To stand straight. To hide the stains that had seeped from her treacherous pussy. But the butt-plug kept buzzing inside her, and she couldn't hold her composure for more than a second. "Rachel. Please. Let me out."

"Not until you've learnt to show {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif} the proper respect." The heroine's lip curled in disgust, but Rachel continued, "This will help. Hold still." She stepped forwards, and reached between Evelyn's legs. The blonde thought about kicking her, but she was so starved, so mentally tired, she couldn't muster the willpower. Besides, it wouldn't help her to escape in the slightest.

Rachel's fingers deftly parted her labia, and easily found her maidenhead. Evelyn held in a gasp as she felt the cool fingers on her erogenous zone, which was so primed, so sensitive, that even this brief touch was enough to send sparks up her spine. She felt soft plastic adhering to her skin. And all too soon, Rachel withdrew her fingers.

"What..." began Ultragirl, but her question was answered for her when she felt a gentle vibration against her clitoris. "Why... are you doing this..." she groaned, resisting the urge to rub her legs together.

Rachel looked her up and down. Pity grew to replace her disdain. "You'll understand soon," she said consolingly. "You'll embrace who you truly are. You'll be happier than you ever were, than you ever could have been. You'll feel more loved, more fulfilled, more content than you can imagine. Try not to fight too hard. It won't be too long until you're with us." She gave Evelyn one last sympathetic look, then left the room. The door closed behind her.

Ultragirl tried to process Rachel's words, but the new sensation coming from her clit made it hard to focus. She wanted to fight what Black Swan had said. Wanted to be certain that she would never give in, never accept Alpha as her '{if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}'. But part of her liked what Rachel had described. Part of her wanted to feel happy, to feel loved. To feel like the girls on the screen.

"No. No, no, no, no... NO!" With immense **** of will, Ultragirl **** herself to reject the temptation. To not look at the screen. To try to blot out the voices. "I am Ultragirl. I am strong. I will not give in to {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif}." She murmured it again and again, rocking against her bindings, focusing every part of her mind on it. Blocking out the butt-plug, the clit device, her hunger.

She kept whispering those words to herself for what felt like an age, but her voice grew hoarse again, her throat dry. She kept chanting in her head - but her inner voice was gradually getting quieter, and the signals from her body were growing louder. The thing on her clit didn't just vibrate: it stroked, in different directions, with different pressure, speed, roughness. Tingles of electric pleasure flowed from her button, mingling with the steady throb from her ass. And she was hot. And hungry. And thirsty. And the dildo was right there, glistening, inviting her to lick it.

She put up little resistance, leaning over and licking it tenderly. She had gotten better at it. Her tongue lashed over familiar contours. Her mouth greedily sequestered every drop of moisture, until her thirst was quenched once again. Licking her lips, her gaze lingered on the plastic penis, thought about sucking it for the liquid food it held within. But her dignity was not completely vanquished. She tore her eyes from its winking slit, stared at the door, tried to remember why she had to escape.

"Fuck you, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," she whispered.