Call her bluff

You frown. There's just no way that there's a real alternate dimension where the punishment for **** is so lenient. And you feel a need to prove that to yourself.

"Do your worst, motherfucker. But you best believe that if you touch me even slightly inappropriately, I'm going straight to the police."

Dr. Willow sighs with exasperation, and the man just shrugs.

"Do it in the meeting room. I don't want it disturbing my next session." The hypnotherapist says to her subordinate.

He takes two big strides over to you and, easily trapping your flailing arms by your side, lifts you over his shoulder into a fireman's hold.

"Hey! Put me down you big oaf!" You screech and kick your legs as he effortlessly carries you from the room.

As he walks past reception, he speaks in a low polite voice to the young woman waiting patiently on a seat. "Dr. Willow will see you now."

The lady looks meek and a little scared, but nods and begins to stand. Meanwhile, you are taken into a different side room.

"Call the police!" You manage to yell at her before the door is closed behind you.

You're now alone with him in a room with a few plain white desks for hotdesking, a large white meeting table, and a plain white sofa for relaxing, and more casual conversations.

"Don't you fucking dare!" You shout, but it falls on deaf ears. The man wordlessly and calmly removes your dress, revealing that you aren't wearing any underwear. So now, all you are wearing is your socks and shoes.

"****! ****!" You scream over and over, and he doesn't even bother to clamp a hand over your mouth. He just spanks your bare butt until it's turning a decent shade of red, and until you beg for him to stop.

Once you stop shouting "****!" and start shouting "Stop!", he stops spanking you, and carefully removes his own clothes. Never releasing his strong hold of your body, he eventually is naked himself, and then carries you onto the sofa, where he lowers your **** asshole onto his waiting cock.

Your first ever experience of anal sex is a brutal one. Well, it's your first experience, anyway. Judging on how your asshole accepts this brute's big, veiny cock without splitting in two, you'd wager it might not be your new body's first time.

Soon your cries of "****!" and "Stop!" and "Please!" are replaced by weak squeals of pain and begs for mercy.

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{endif}Harold, of course, ignores you.

It's almost too much for your brain, all this. First you were dead, and in some sort of weird purgatory, then you were in some slutty young woman's body, and now you're being anally **** by a stranger. A stranger who's been instructed to make it as rough as possible.

By the time he is ejaculating up your poor, sore anal chute, your mind is a mess. You feel shocked, violated and helpless.

When he mercilessly forces you out the front door onto the busy street without any clothes, you feel a deep sadness well up inside you. You're naked, in public, with people shocked and gawking, with fresh semen building pressure up inside your butthole, and you don't even know who you are or where you live.

The feeling of utter despair envelops your mind.

Self Respect -5%

Endurance -100%

Dimension Satisfaction -100%