Sensational Sensation

Through blurry eyes, Pixie watched the voting graphic roll in – her heart in her throat. She felt sick, and she couldn’t tell if it was the fear, the humiliation, the anxious nerves or the stomach full of Andy’s hot cum still mocking her, reminding her every moment of what she’d just done.

Every one of the potential changes would ruin her life, she knew, change it in ways that she couldn’t hope to recover from. She realised, even until now she had been holding on to some small shred of hope that the game would end and she could go home… but that wasn’t true… the game would end and she’d have to live with it. All of it.

Forever.

Permanently.

Pixie sobbed, whimpering in horror as she watched the votes tally, terrified at how close the totals came to a tie… if one change was bad, the idea that she might end up with two made her already racing heart jump wildly in her chest.

Please please please…

She was jolted to horrified alertness by the recorded gasps of ecstasy the show used as its buzzer. At least, she hoped they were recorded... They sounded subtly different every time and the helpless girl found herself contemplating the cosmically horrific possibility that there might be some helpless girl out there being **** to make those sounds live...

Don't think about it... Don't think about it...

Pixie knew she had bigger things go worry about right now as she stared at the words on the screen, even as her head felt increasingly heavy, blinking back her own terror.

“That’s it! Fingers off buzzers, put down your handsets, voting is closed!” Jack called, whipping the crowd up into a frenzy of cheers, “Pixie’s second change will be…”

He paused, eking out the moment even though everyone could already see the result.

Just to elongate my suffering…

“Sensational Sensation!”

The lights flashed, the music played, and Pixie shuddered before she felt the dizziness hit her. This time it pulled at her mind, and Pixie closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning, her sense of self lost for a moment as she lost any idea of up or down... She grit her teeth to suppress a groan, before, as suddenly as it had started, the vertigo ceased.

Pixie sat still, her body tensed, panting hard as she tried to understand exactly what they’d just done to her. She didn’t have a tail… she didn’t have tattoos… she didn’t have wings and she wasn’t a puppet… she was…

Pixie yelped as, without warning, she felt a cock pushed between her lips.

“No!” she cried, trying to pull back and away as her eyes flew open, only to discover that there was no one there.

From her kneeling position, Pixie writhed, leaning back, her arms flailing uselessly from their **** pose behind her, her knees rocking back and forth on her cushion. To her terror and shame the ghostly cock stayed firmly buried in her mouth, no matter which way she turned or twisted.

What disconcerted Pixie more was that her mouth was closed, and yet she could feel it so real between her lips. Hard, long, thrusting its way to the back of her throat in shuddering strokes.

If she concentrated she could mask it, keep her mouth still, her lips closed… but if she let her mind drift, Pixie realised her body’s natural reaction was to obey the sensations she was feeling… to part her lips in a cute little ‘O’ shape, and let her tongue lay flat… if she didn’t concentrate she’d talk like she really had a cock in her mouth…

“I don’t…”

She started, eyes wide, horrified at the alien sensation of still being able to talk despite the very real feeling of the hot shaft plunged so deeply into her mouth. The ghostly **** should’ve gagged her, it should’ve muted her, and yet she could still breathe and talk like there was nothing wrong… she just had to concentrate…

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

Horrified, Pixie gasped, her eyes snapping up to see Jack staring lecherously down at her. His face, still plastered with the same jovial smile… Pixie whimpered, knowing what was happening, her cheeks burning pink as she tried to pretend that it wasn’t... He was 15 feet away, and fucking her mouth at the same time...

She felt the cock between her lips start to thrust in longer, firmer strokes as her eyes met his and Pixie sobbed quietly, feeling and tasting every inch of it. Her tongue, though free in reality, still felt constrained, restricted, she could feel her mouth pushed and pulled by the phantom intruder.

“Feeling good Pixie?” Jack asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. She knew he knew what she was feeling. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, it didn’t matter that she knew he couldn’t feel it… it felt real to her…

Bastard. Bastard. BASTARD!

“I can’t- AH!” Pixie gasped when she felt fingers caress her breasts tenderly, pinching and toying with her nipples. What… who…?

The helpless girl looked around frantically only for her eyes to catch Chrissi gazing at her vacantly, one finger twirling a lock of her hair as she giggled quietly to herself.

No!

Pixie shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut and desperately wanting it to stop. She could feel Chrissi’s hands touching her through her clothes, toying with her body, teasing her, and she could do nothing about it. Even as her mouth was assaulted by Jack’s length, his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat.

What horrified her more than the immediate **** of her body was the knowledge that it was permanent. She was going to have to live every day like this… terrified, afraid, trying to avoid the gaze of anyone that looked at her with lust, anyone that wolf-whistled her… anyone that even looked at her in secret, or glanced at her behind her back with an admiring glance.

She’d be toyed with, fucked, licked, pinched, spanked… anything… they could do anything to her at any time without even meaning to. She’d feel everyone’s dirty fantasies about her. Instantly, like they were happening.

Whether they wanted to or not, and certainly whether she wanted to or not. The invisible manifestation of their subconscious desires would **** her – and there was nothing she could do about it...

She couldn’t cope. She couldn’t stop them and Pixie just moaned out helplessly as her body was toyed with. Used. She knew on the outside she didn’t look any different, there was no display, no great visual change – no, what they’d done to her was so much worse… it was all in her head…

“Don’t worry Pixie; you can still have the real thing after the show…” Jack winked at the camera as he made a display of adjusting the crotch of his pants. The crowd cheered, “Now, let’s see what our winning juror has decided… will this change be retroactive or not?”

Pixie shuddered, forcing herself to look at the screen in terror, Jack’s phantom cock pistoning in and out of her mouth impossibly.

Part of her wanted this to be retroactive, even just so she didn’t have to cope with the humiliation of no one even suspecting… Her biggest fear was of having to live a life where she’d have to hide this… Try to pretend that everything was normal, every single day, even when she knew she could suddenly find herself being fucked without warning, without notice… knowing she couldn’t defend herself from being molested at a moment’s notice… from just a lecherous gaze…

The board flashed up another one of the shadowy silhouettes, followed by the graphic explosion of confetti and pink smoke, before the word ‘NOT’ appeared on the screen.

Fuck fuck fuck!

The audience applauded again and Pixie shrunk back with another helpless mewl. Chrissi’s fingers danced over her chest and made the helpless girl shudder, trembling, trying and failing to act casual. She didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing what she was really feeling… she had to hide it… suppress it… constantly… never endingly… oh god…

“It’s time for us to take another break, but stay tuned; we’ll be right back after this!”

Pixie shook her head, frantic, trying to speak up, “Pl-”

The lights flashed, the music played, and she disappeared.