Emma enjoys her advantage

"Mmm... You're so beautiful, lying there..." Emma whispered as she slowly made her way back to her lover again, this time starting by those lovely sperm-coated boobs, and then running her fingertips downwards across the other girl's trembling belly. "I think I know what you need now..."

"Uhn...?" Poor Anne could just groan softly as Emma reached her pelvis, and tried to close her legs, but they were easily pried open by her lover's capable hands. Next she was **** to a deep gasp, as Emma put her own knee between the blonde's slender thighs, and pushing gently at the tender mound of her crotch. There was an imidiate pang of pleasure in the midst of all the humiliation, and she couldn't quite hold back another moan while the pressure continued.

Anne had been through a bit of this stuff before after all, as the handcuffs had been used for simillar treatments in the past, though she'd never felt as threatened in the same way before. In some ways, she had to admit, that fear and uncertainity gnawing within her also added to her own excitement...

"E-Emma..." She tried some feeble objection, as she worried her body might actually betray her at this point. She'd never wanted to be had by a man in her entire life, with all that it would mean, and even if Emma's new form wasn't entirely male it was certainly enough so for Anne to resent the changes. "P-please... Don't...!"

"Don't what...?" Emma just smiled at her, while continuing to torment her with her gentle hands and well-placed kneecap. Allready there was a noticable wetness inside Anne's silky underwear, and she could feel it growing by the moment against her own will. And Emma knew this of course, like she'd always known in the past... "Don't you like it...?"

"Pl-ease...!" The cuffed blonde tried again, but couldn't help it to come out as a moan of pleasure rather than some kind of protest, and she could feel herself slowly giving in to this treatment. "Just... n-not like this...!"

"Oh...? So tell me then...!" Emma climbed a little further on top of her, grinning like some kind of predator at her captive prey, and changing her weight only slightly so to keep the pressure on the other girl's pelvis. "Just tell me how you want me...!"

Anne could only gasp however, while shaking her head, and her breath came shallow now while her lover expertly rubbed down directly at her most sensitive spots. Even straight through the material of her tight pair of jeans, this could potentially push her all the way over the edge of a climax. It had happened in the past, though perhaps just once as far as she could remember, and she'd been tied down just the same back then. It wasn't fair really, that Emma could still make her remember such wonderful moments, even as she was truly frightening her with the strange alteration of her body.