Operation Sissy Strike (contains nsfw image)

These damn clothes are so uncomfortable! Hiding your perfect infected body is borderline painful. Binding your lovely big tits, who the fuck invented binders? What an asshole! Thank god, hiding your big cock is surprisingly easy. As long as you’re soft you can tuck it so well that you’d need to be stripped for someone to find your secret. Penny gave you a little something to help you stay soft, it only works physically though… you’re still horny as fuck.

It’s absolute misery, but you suppose it’ll all be worth it for awhile to win the Organization. Dr. Von Shtupper and you made it to the headquarters and passed all of the initial screenings, thanks exclusively to Penny’s ingenuity you have no doubt. Now is the time you’ve been training for. Quarantine. You thought it would be boring. In hindsight that would have been lovely. You’re in a cell with three normal walls, those ones are fine, the fourth wall is the problem.

The fourth wall is a giant screen. Playing on that screen are at least a dozen pornographic scenes. And you must… not… look! It’s fucking diabolical! To those people who have vaccinated themselves into unfeeling automatons it would hold no more interest than a blank wall. They wouldn’t stare at it, so you can’t either! But everyone on the screen is so naked and so sexy! You want to fuck them all one by one or in one giant orgy, it doesn’t matter you’re easy! Those monsters even left a nice big dildo in the room, just to tempt you! You try to resist, but you can’t help glancing at the wall now and then. You’re trying to feign indifference letting your eyes pass over the wall as you turn, but it’s a lie! You’d love to sit comfortably on that dildo and orient yourself straight at the screen and drink in the horny porny goodness. Fuck you hope they’re buying your performance because you feel transparent like a nice set of stockings.

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You try to focus on being released into the Organization headquarters, hah more like orgasm-nation headquarters, well that’s ok but you’ll think of something better. Then your eyes go back to the screen. Damn it! Keep rotating danger, danger, Danger. Safe, boring plain wall. Even winning feels like losing in here. It feels like they’re molding your mind into what they want. Conditioning you not to look at all that beauty. You just escaped all that, you don’t want to go back.

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Try as you might you find yourself looking at the screen time and again.