Noelle Enhances Katrina

Katrina shuddered in awe at the pleasure, and ease her body was feeling as the nipple was pulled from her mouth. Katrina could feel the tension in her scalp, the handful of her hair having pulled hungry lips free from nourishing more upon the dark brown nipples.

But before she could even relish the moment she felt the impressively quick strapping of a collar around her neck, a forceful tug by three fingers under it toppling Katrina forward on to all fours.

“Walk, like the pet you wish to be.” Noelle firmly commanded, spinning with enough speed to lift her kilt and flash he ass and exposed pussy, as Katrina suddenly felt something new about the energies that had been influencing her, something intimidating. Yet Katrina felt almost indebted, if not a strange loyalty towards it, the ambient influence seeming to focus from a haze towards a vague intent.

Without even a glance to see if anyone in the mall was watching Katrina crawled, slowly, delicately, stalking intently and sexually on all fours after the store clerk. She felt herself grow wet, her mind racing at a thousand ideas of how she could be rewarded for being a good pet.

All while terrified of being humiliated, unaware of just how welcome, enticing, or wanted her advance was. Katrina longed for the strange power of the earrings, while seriously considering substantially more.

As she crept past the curtains Katrina was surprised by the bdsm rack that had clearly been set up recently, assorted piercing instruments off to one side.

“So, you need to tell me before I get carried away.” Noelle began nodding Katrina towards the rack and observing as Katrina sat up, neatly removed her shirt, then stripped her skirt and panties before strapping one ankle, then the other, and fumbling to single handedly strap one wrist.

Katrina just knew it was intended, the induced vulnerability, the need for surrender. To show submission in return for the gift given, the power granted, and to pay for a fuller subscription.

As Katrina fumbled to strap her wrists Noelle’s hand firmly pinned, then strapped Katrina’s throat. A perverse smirk bridging her face as she asserted control over the newest product in the store.

They were all merchandise as far as Noelle was now concerned, products to be purchased, tried, used, improved.

She didn’t really think about for what or how. Only that she welcomed her larger breasts, the enhanced attention of other people, and had long surrendered to enjoying the significant increase in sexual activity, and partners that had come with it all.

Turning to a rack on the wall Noelle glanced about the tags Gia and Jaunie had enhanced. Noelle knew her co-workers somehow enchanted the objects in the store.

Brushing a hand along the stylish tattoo, Noelle shivered as she felt the euphoria of that first corrupted piece flare up within her.

Noelle didn’t worry too much about the how they got the ability, she was just grateful to eat them out, play with them, and enjoy the thrill of the dark praise they gave her.

“Such nice large breasts.” Noelle admired, palming the grapefruit sized natural adornments before mouthing and sucking on the nipples. “Mmm… How’d you like to go up a size?”

Before Katrina could reply she felt her answer superseded by a gasp of pleasure. “Silly bitch, are you here to choose? Or be used?”

The question seemed to echo in Katrina’s mind, hesitations, resistance and alarm trying to rally.

Something quiet wanted to resist.

All of it was faced with arousal, desire, and excitement for answering in the way she truly knew was wrong in opposition.

Katrina gasped, arching forward as far as she could. Noelle fiercely pinching and rolling one nipple, while playing with Katrina’s clit with her other hand. Subjecting Katrina to the convoluted contrast of pain and pleasure simultaneously.

“Are you a fuck toy?” Noelle demanded, leaning in towards Katrina’s mouth, her breath warm upon Katrina’s face as she hovered awaiting Katrina to answer as her body shifted and squirmed under Noelle’s touch.

“Yes…” Katrina gasped, her head soon pinned to the rack beneath a wet forceful kiss.

As the kiss was broken Katrina basked in a stupor, feeling some mass within her pulling forebodingly on her character.

Any consideration for just what she had agreed too was soon postponed as a ball gag was shoved in her mouth and strapped into place.

Katrina watched wide eyed as Noelle kneeled between her legs and set-top work, lapping, kissing and suckling on the folds of Katrina’s pussy.

“Mmm…. I’m going to give you a few special gifts whore.” Noelle purred sucking, and lapping on Katrina’s fold, pausing to rejoice in Katrina’s momentary surprise at the stop, then letting Katrina watch, wide eyed as Noelle pierced the hood of her clit.

Katrina immediately spasmed in pleasure, her body stiffening and twitching as if suddenly electrocuted upon the table, Noelle giggled in delight before mouthing Katrina’s pussy once more, coming off it for sparse seconds to thread the piercing into place before toying with the newly installed corrupted metal with her tongue.

This wasn’t the same quality of corruption as most of the items tainted through the store. This was from amongst a stash that Jaunie and Gia had taken to soak in their sacred pool. As Noelle's tongue teased across it, it’s presence resonated through Katrina, her openness to the pleasure of having it giving the corrupt conduit to the pool ease taking hold of her desire to keep it.

Noelle though wasn’t done. While the new pussy piercing would enhance corruption of any tongue, and cock that might brush across it. There was yet more ways to turn Katrina into more of a corruptive vessel to spread the Idol’s influence and taint.

“More….” Katrina panted, provoking a smirk across Noelle’s face.

“Do you wish to be used?” Noelle asked sternly, standing up and walking around the chair. Her foot hit a pedal slowly lowering the chair down towards the floor, and further backwards.

“Yes.” Katrina gasped needy eyes following the slender, yet curvaceous figure circling her.

“Then beg.” Noelle instructed, turning away from the chair to prepare the next thing for her own pleasure.