Red, impersonating Lily, joins the fight

Previously: Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being transformed into a muscular futanari and adopted a new identity and name in Red. Lily, who ended up in a nearly-identical female body, was magically mind-controlled by a man who mistook her for Red. After rediscovering Lily, Red searched the building to find her while Craig distracted her kidnapper, Randy.

Red

Every single fucking door and window on the ground floor had been locked. Red eventually had to scale the exterior and discovered Lily, still performing as ‘glassdoll.’ To Red’s surprise, the window was unlocked, another of Lily’s small acts of defiance.

It had been simple to unplug the webcam without being seen. That done, Red rushed to embrace Lily, only to stop short. Without the cam on, Lily had stopped talking, but her face showed no sign of recognition. Nothing more than the doll in her moniker, she stared lifelessly ahead.

Undeterred, Red embraced Lily, squeezing her hard. She willed the pressure of her hug deep inside the husk, hoping to reach the person trapped within.

“I’m here, Lily,” Red cooed, stroking Lily’s hair. “We found you, and we’re bringing you home.”

That proved harder to accomplish than Red had expected. Any effort to remove Lily from her place in bed resulted in violent thrashing until she pulled herself back into a position where the camera would view her. Red was working on tying the bedsheet into knots to tie up Lily when she heard it.

BANG!

Red stiffened at the unmistakable noise.

Craig!

Her mind raced between the resisting Lily and the unknown fate of Craig. A vision of him bleeding out alone flooded her mind.

I need to know.

A plan hit her, and she hurriedly shucked off her clothes, putting on Lily’s white lingerie. She tucked her dick between her legs and hoped it could be mistaken for a vibrator.

You can do this, Red. If he sees you, just act like Lily. Tell him you’re worthless, and he won’t look twice.

With one look back at the unmoving Lily, Red stalked silently out the door. At the end of the hallway, she discovered Randy and Craig. She breathed a sigh of relief that Craig was still alive, for now.

Showtime.

“Like, what’s going on?”

Squeaking out that breathy, high-pitched voice was humiliating, but she had heard enough of glassdoll to imitate it. When both men turned their attention to her, she lowered her green eyes and folded her hands over the bulge in her underwear to keep from blowing her cover.

“What are you doing out of your room?” Randy demanded, his gun still aimed directly at Craig.

“There were voices, then I heard a bang. Are you safe, master?”

Randy broke out in a broad grin.

“It’s about time you got in line, doll. Take a look at this twerp, down there. He was just trying to tell me you don’t obey me anymore. Tell me, do you recognize him?”

Wow, Craig really got under his skin.

Red furrowed her brow, putting on a confused expression. She opened her mouth before closing it wordlessly, hoping conflicted confusion would be a satisfactory response.

“Good enough,” Randy responded. “I’m glad she’s here. She should see the consequences of her actions.”

Red watched Randy’s forearm flex as his finger teased the trigger of his gun.

I have to get close to him.

“Master, I-” Red started saying before muffling the rest of her sentence.

“What?” Randy called over to her.

“I wanted to tell you that-” Red said before going trailing into unintelligible mumbling.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Randy called back. “Just come over here.”

Red tried to keep her eyes down and the smile off her face as she walked over to Randy, stopping at his side. Her athletic form was coiled and ready to strike, but to her dismay, she found Randy’s gun remained unerringly trained on its target.

I can’t risk that thing going off while it’s still pointed at Craig. How do I break his concentration?

“Master,” Red started. “This man desires me?”

“So he says,” Randy responded with a grin. “He must possess some latent homosexuality to accept your **** shoulder width and deltoid hypertrophy.”

“Don’t listen to him, Lily. You’re beautiful,” Craig said, stiffly.

Dammit Craig. I’m working here.

“That’s just objectively false,” Randy said. “Sure, she scores high marks in facial symmetry and waist-to-hip ratio. But her temperament is a significant negative. She falls well short of expected parameters for deference and subservience. Her haplogroup boasts exotic allure, but I’m confident that market is overvalued. Unnatural hair color is a clear sign of psychiatric disease, obviously. Altogether, she rates no more than a 4.87. Below average.”

Asshole loves to hear himself talk.

“She’s not a number, you-”

“Master,” Red interrupted. “This man challenges your ownership. Why don’t you claim me?”

She turned and bent over the railing, one hand making sure her cock was lifted and out of sight from behind, while the other pulled on a globe of her firm ass, showing off her pussy through her panties.

If I can make him come, he’ll be ****. I only need a moment.

Her belly twisted in revulsion, but she shot a glance at Craig, and the fear on his face firmed her resolve.

Randy, however, let out a disgusted scoff.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist tempting me with that revolting body, you low-value whore.”

“Wait,” Craig objected. “You mean you never had sex with her?”

“I can’t risk tainting my superior genetics with inferior breeding stock,” Randy sneered. “I deserve only the highest value woman. What’s the point of an exhaustive point scale if I can’t use it to determine the female most deserving of my seed?”

Still bent over the railing, Red let herself grimace. She fought to keep her hands from curling into fists.

“You did have one reasonable idea, doll,” Randy continued. “My dominance has been questioned, and I won’t let that challenge stand. Just this once, I will allow you to service me.”

Randy opened his robe to reveal a gargantuan cock. Red blinked her eyes in surprise as she knelt in front of him. She gulped, but didn’t hesitate to take the head of his member in her mouth.

This is it, Red. The big game. All those nights working your dildo. Hands-on practice with Cyra and Carrie. It’s all led to this. This has to be the blowjob of your life.

Red started stroking the long, veiny shaft and focused her tongue work on the underside of the head in her mouth. Her efforts earned a pleased grunt from Randy. She risked a glance up and saw that while his eyes were half-lidded, Randy was still focused on Craig, aiming down his sights. While his eyes were off her, she glanced at Craig herself, giving him a secret wink and flashing a “V.”

It’s me. Trust me.

That done, Red went to work in earnest. She sucked him into her mouth until he reached her throat, then moaned, letting the vibrations tickle his head. She withdrew, then started licking her way down to his base before using the lubrication of her saliva to stroke his shaft with both hands. She sucked a ball into her mouth and glanced up again. He still had his gun trained on Craig.

As much as I would love to destroy these nuts, it’s still too risky. I can’t let him pull the trigger.

Red kissed her way back along his length and sucked him into her mouth again. She grabbed his ass and pulled him down into her throat. Her stomach lurched, but she **** the bile down. Red felt stretched to her limit and let herself gag a few times on her way down to his base. Randy let out a surprised yelp and had to throw out a hand to support himself on the railing as his legs threatened to buckle.

Almost there.

Over and over, Red **** herself down the length of Randy’s cock, feeling her throat grip on every thrust. Her lungs burned, but she couldn’t stop. She was locked in a battle for their lives and starting to fade. Red pulled on her opponent’s hips to add more ****, taking more and more of his length. His legs trembled, and when his ass clenched, she knew he was close. She felt herself starting to pass out from lack of air.

“Finish… on your… face,” Randy groaned, his voice strained.

Now. He has to watch his money shot. I have to put it just out of reach.

Red felt the rod in her throat tense and withdrew it until it was just at her lips. She closed her eyes, knowing their color would give her away. She let his head rest on her tongue, but knew in this position that most of his cum would end up in her mouth. With a primal roar, Randy’s hand pushed Red’s face back so his first blast splashed across her cheek. With her eyes closed, Red felt the metal of his gun push against her scalp and struck.

Lightning-fast, her hand grabbed the slide. Mid-orgasm, Randy was unable to resist as she twisted it out of his grasp and flung it down the stairs. A **** of nature, Red surged to her feet before planting her shoulder into Randy’s gut and grabbing his thighs. Muscles honed from hours of squats let her explode upwards, lifting Randy briefly off the ground before slamming him down on the back of his head.

Randy screamed with rage, trying to writhe out of Red’s grip. His cock continued to spurt as he flailed. Randy tried to roll over and regain his feet, but Hank’s experience on the wrestling team allowed Red to ride her prey, taking his back and flattening him against the ground with her powerful thighs. She slipped an arm under Randy’s chin and locked her hand in her elbow. She grinned in triumph as she squeezed.

“Where’s the ring, fucker?” She demanded.

“Typical,” Randy coughed out. “Resorting to **** because you can’t compete in the marketplace of ideas.”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Red screamed.

Randy only managed a few gurgles, his face turning purple. He clawed helplessly at Red before going limp. Craig stepped onto the landing, Randy’s gun in his hand. Red held the ****, making sure Randy wasn’t feigning unconsciousness.

I don’t have to let go. We wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again.

It would be totally justified. Self-defense.

The veins bulged in her arms as Hank’s strength coursed through them. A scared, animalistic part of her urged her to finish the fight. To end the threat to her new family.

But I’m not a killer.

Red relaxed her grip and rolled off of Randy’s limp body. She collapsed against the floor, gasping for breath. Her body had been screaming for air since the blowjob and payment had come due.

“Red! What the fuck were you thinking? You were gonna get yourself killed.”

Red turned to look at Craig. His eyes glistened, and his face was full of fear. She grinned, finally letting go of the fear she had been carrying since seeing Craig at gunpoint.

“I let you do the thinking, bro. You were at gunpoint. I had to do something.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice tight. “I hadn’t even gotten Lily back. I couldn’t lose you, too. I-I just can’t.”

“Yeah,” Red managed to say, her head still spinning. “We watch out for each other, right? Ride or die.”

The expected grin never came. Instead, Craig glanced back and forth between the gun in his hand and the incapacitated Randy.

He’s completely tilted. I have no idea what he’s thinking right now.

“Where’s Lily?” Craig said, seeming to remember the reason they were there.

“Down the hall, but she’s still controlled. He doesn’t have the ring, but it must still be working on her.”

“Shit,” Craig muttered under his breath. He cradled his chin in a hand, and Red recognized he was deep in thought.

“It’s fine, the hard part’s over. I’ll keep an eye on him, and you can start looking for the ring,” Red offered.

Craig’s darting eyes stopped, and he put on a determined expression.

“No, I’ll take care of it,” he said, his voice low. “I can find the ring and make sure he can’t hurt us at the same time.”

Before Red could respond, he pulled the Merge Necklace out from under his shirt. The emerald at its center glowed with an eerie green light that danced in Craig’s eyes.

“Are you s-” Red started to say, but it was already too late.

Craig was whispering under his breath as he plunged the gem into Randy’s prone form.

“Whatever it takes.”