Selene's Turnabout

You didn't stay up for long after the show. Waiting in anticipation and finally blowing your load took a lot out of you. You wonder if Selene would still be hard at it when she woke again, and finally a little bit of remorse crept in.

She looked like she might have enjoyed herself a little after the first time, confused and restrained as she was...but her objects did double back on her after her first orgasm.

You focused on your intentions and sent a new set of commands to the Manacite occupying her room.

"Okay — go a little easy on her until I wake up," You said. "And make sure she has whatever she needs." The Manacite's open interpretation of that last part would absolutely prove to be a mistake. You passed out on your bed, never giving it a second thought.

* * *

You wake up gasping, feeling something cold and wet on your face. When you try to move your arms to wipe your eyes, you feel something wrapped around them. You look to either side of you to see fabric tying each of your wrists to the bed. They're sleeves from your shirts, or something. You're distracted by what's hovering in front of you — an empty glass that obviously once held whatever it was you were splashed by. Your own phone hovers in front of you as the glass floats away.

"Oh, awake are we?" Says a voice over the phone. You look carefully at the screen to see Selene reclining on her couch, her hands behind her head. You tug at your arms again, but now the fabric around your wrists constricts even tighter, and the sleeves retreat around the sides of the mattress — pulling your arms apart.

"Ow!" You say, relaxing your arms and looking back up at your phone. "Suh-Selene?" You say stupidly, knowing exactly who you're looking at on the other end.

"Yeah, obviously…you fucking pervert," she says with conviction, narrowing her eyes at you over the FaceTime app. "Did you think I wasn't going to ask questions when the things in my apartment suddenly come to life and have their way with me?" Absolute terror runs through you. The case of Manacite, which was previously on your bedroom dresser drawer, is gone.

"I'm — I'm really sorry Selene!" You stutter, trying to think of any excuse that would sound reasonable to your former victim. You know there's nothing you can tell her that would reconcile what you did.

"Oh, I bet you're sorry. Especially now that I found your secret stash of whatever magical powder you had in your apartment." You see the box of Manacite hover into frame, and back out again. "Did you know the objects you animate can communicate in some rudimentary way?" You just shake your head as your phone comes closer to your face. "Yeah. I basically got them to tell me everything. They were very, very helpful." You swallow hard, knowing you're in deep shit.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" You ask, worried. Selene just sneers at this.

"Since you had such a good time watching me suffer last night, I figured I'd return the favor." She laughs a little bit, then scowls as her own phone moves closer to her face. "What I should do is send my little toy over to take what I imagine is your virgin asshole," she says. You're sure that she means it. "But, I'm not a psychopath — so I'm not going to **** you quite like that."

"Oh, thank you thank you — please don't — I didn't mean —"

"Shut the fuck up," She shouts, cutting you off. "Just because I'm not going to peg you with my vibrator doesn't mean you're not to get what's coming to you." You don't say a word in response to this. "I am gonna ask you a couple questions though — and you're going to answer me with the absolute truth. Because if I think you're lying, your little starfish is going to suffer the punishment."

"No, no, no — whatever you want, just ask."

"Why the fuck did you break into my apartment?" She asks. You try to formulate a response, but she pushes immediately. "Thinking means you're lying, shithead. Spit it out. Why my apartment?"

"Buh-because you're like the hottest girl I know in the vicinity...and when I found out the Manacite really worked, I used it to make your door unlock itself." She shook her head, huffing at your answer.

"Gross," she responded. "Absolutely fucking disrespectful. I really didn't think guys were like this, but you absolutely legitimized every stereotypical complaint about the male sex." Another sneer. "What were you doing? Sniffing my panties?" You swallow hard, not saying anything again.

The shirts at your wrists tighten again, and your phone moves in to slap you across your face with its broadside before moving back out again so that you can see your video connection with Selene.

"OW!" You cry.

"Oh, fuck off-- that was nothing compared to what I can do with you right now. I asked a question. Fucking answer it."

"I — uh — I animated one of your outfits and brought it back to my apartment...and I just sort of set up everything else to wait for when you got home." She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes again.

"When I woke up, it seemed like everything calmed down a little bit," Selene said. "Some of my clothes — my favorite ones, actually — even seemed to be comforting me...in some weird way," she says. "It's actually pretty crazy how this stuff works. I don't understand where inanimate objects get their energy from...just by making contact with this powder."

"It's um...it's pretty unbelievable," you agree. She nods.

"So why is it that my bed and my fucking toys were set to fucking '**** mode' the first time they woke me up...and after I'd passed out from fear, confusion, and absolute exhaustion...everything seems to want to help me?" She says. "Even listens to me — takes commands from me."

"I...I felt pretty bad," you say. "I told them to make sure you have whatever you need." Your mistake dawns on you immediately. You gasp a little when you realize it, and Selene smirks.

"You fucking idiot," she says. "You know what I need, first and foremost?" You shake your head. There's a sheepish feeling running through your whole body, and you know you fucked up big time. She seems to have control of your whole stash now-- and even though you've been silently trying to will yourself untied, nothing in your room is budging. "I needed to figure out why my own belongings would come to life and ravage me while I'm sleeping. I needed to figure out the cause of such an unbelievable nightmare." You close your eyes, scrunching your face. You know she's not even close to done. "What I need, you stupid fucking pervert, is justice. Absolute vengeance on my assaulter." You try not to whimper.

"Last question," she says, eerily smiling this time. "Did you tell my laptop to create a RedTube account for me?" You swallow again, looking away from the camera. "Because I seem to be extremely popular on a service I've never used." Across your room, something leaps out of your laundry bin. When it hovers over your bed, you realize it's the cum-soaked underwear from the night before. You shudder a little as they seem to fill with an invisible shape, hovering in front of you, between you and the camera. You can hear Selene laugh. "Answer the fucking question, or I'll make you eat them...or **** to **** on them. What the fuck do I care?" You mutter unintelligible pleas as she continues. "Seriously, someone would find you choked to **** on your own fucking underwear. How fucking embarrassing would that be? Really, really embarrassing case of autoerotic asphyxiation," she says.

"No! Please don--"

"I told you I'm not a psychopath, you fucking loser. I'm not going to kill you...even if there are a lion's share of reasonable people who wouldn't blame me for doing so. Just answer the fucking question."

"I — I told your laptop to upload the video to RedTube. I didn't actually say anything about making an account," you tell her. You can see her tongue moving through her cheek as she's thinking about what to do next.

"Well, in order to upload the video... I had to have an account. So the laptop made one for me and it knew well enough to tie it to my email address." She sneered again, putting her hand to her cheek. "This is really like some fucking magical AI powder. It doesn't just animate things...somehow it knows how to accomplish complex tasks. It's like — mind in a bottle or something." When she's relaying all this to you, you notice that things are moving around in the background of her apartment.

"I'm — I'm really, really sorry. I don't know what else to say except that I'll do anything I can to make it up to you." She shakes her head.

"On one hand, you scared the shit out of me and turned my own belongings against me. You violated my house and my body." The letter from tomorrow industries floated into her hand, and she raised her eyebrows as she showed it off to you and let it go again. It folded itself up and hovered away. "On the other hand — if you hadn't done that… I wouldn't have access to all this marvelous powder. I wouldn't even know it existed." She bites her lip. "What a fucking predicament."

Selene gets up off of her couch, and you watch the lens follow her. You imagine her phone is hovering in front of her just as yours is hovering in front of you. You can see her move to her desk, where she sits in front of her laptop.

"Show me my RedTube notifications," she says to her laptop. You can see the keys pressing themselves as it follows her command. "Like, 1500 followers..." She says. "That's in less than six hours." She swivels around in her chair, and you gasp a little as it rises into the air toward the camera. "What a waste it would be to not capitalize on this newfound popularity," she says.

"Uh — you mean, you're going to use it?" You ask her.

"I'm absolutely going to use it," she says. "But as interested as everybody is in this apparent paranormal sex video you've created...I bet I can think of something that would be even more popular." She's grinning at you like a predator now, and you think you know what she's about to say. Suddenly, the shirts holding your wrists fly out from either side of the bed and pull into the air — taking you with them and hoisting you upright with your arms spread. "Would you like to guess what that is?"

"Duh — domination?" You say, knowing you're not giving her any new ideas.

"Oh, good! So we're already on the same page. As much fun as I'm sure you had with me last night as you watched my sex toys have their way with me...I bet our fellow RedTube users would love to see some FemDom content with absolutely exceptional special-effects." Your bedroom door opens, and behind it you see a dark silhouette of a figure. You can see some latent reflection on the clothing, but when it steps through the door, you can see exactly what Selene is talking about.

"Wha — what the fuck?" You watch the empty outfit enter your room, pacing on hollow thigh-high boots as it approaches your bed. Your phone sails away from you, far enough away to frame up the ghostly outfit now standing over you.

"It's not perfect," Selene says, "but I'm sure there's all sorts of ways we can acquire new clothes and equipment with this super secret powder you gifted to me." You get a good look at the outfit now. The thigh-high boots are black patent leather. There's a pair of black lace panties hovering above them, and one of Selene's straight vibrating dildos is hovering in front of their crotch. You wince, thinking she's going to go back on her promise. Above the panties are a black corset top and a pair of latex gloves... all assembled in a context that makes it seem like there's an invisible woman standing in front of you. You hate to admit that there's something exciting about it, but your biology is already reacting to the situation, despite your fear of the toy.

"You — you said you weren't going to —"

"You fucking pussy," she chuckles. "My toys literally penetrated both of my holes last night according to your instructions...and you can't even handle the thought of a little assplay."

"I'm — I'm sorry! I'll —"

"Shut up. You'll shut up. I told you I wasn't going to do that, and I'm keeping my promise...for now." Your phone hovers closer again, and now you watch her on her video, rising off of her floating chair like a goddess and settling slowly on the ground. She was...hovering for a moment. You realize she's already using the Manacite in better and smarter ways than you. "That happy little toy in front of you – lucky for you — only saw my cunt...because I'm going to make you clean it." You gasp a little. The prospect is certainly a little humiliating, but it could be a lot worse, and you know it.

"With...with my mouth," you say.

"Smart little creep. With your mouth." Your phone sails away again to take in the scene as the boots step up on your bed. "I want you to lick me off of it...and we'll go from there. Understand?" You nod, looking up at the imposing ghostly outfit as it stands over you. "Open wide."

You do as she commands, and the outfit thrusts its hips toward you. You can taste Selene on the toy, and your eyes wander upward as you look at her invisible shape filling her hollow clothing. You know your phone is watching you, and you assume she must be recording the video on her end. You feel something grab you by the hair, twisting and pulling back as you let out a muffled groan--your lips still around the toy.

"Yeah, I think this is going to do nicely," you can hear Selene say. "Is your goddess not merciful?"

You keep to your performance and make an affirmative noise as you continue doing your job. You know this is going to end up online, but you know you're fucking lucky. In fact — according to your 'other' brain — this experience isn't terrible at all.

"You know you deserve so much worse than this, don't you?" Selene asks. You nod your head, running your tongue around the toy and sucking Selene's essence off like you mean it. "You know you're a lucky little insolent beast, don't you?" She continues.

Now the sound of her voice is waking something up in you, and you nod your head again. The fabric tied around your arms suddenly releases, and you bring your hands down to the thighs of the empty boots, pulling yourself toward the outfit willingly and going at your task with abandon.

"Fain gyu, goddeff!" You say, mumbling your gratitude through your task. As far as you're concerned, it's Selene standing in front of you. Selene commanding you. Selene's clothes before you. You can smell her perfume in the air, and now you've had your lips to something that's touched her pussy. You know she's in control of everything; you know you're at her mercy — but in some ways, this is turning out even better than you could have expected.

You really are an insolent beast...and now you know it, but something tells you that you picked the right person to turn the tables on you.