Inked

"What the hell?"

Another tattoo cock breaches at your hairline and gushes cum onto your face. It feels and smells like the real thing, only with a faint tang of ink to it. Meanwhile you're still being sucked into the giant floor-cunt. You've got to get out of this.

"Get this fucking– mlrk!"

A wad of inky semen cuts off your voice as another cock breaches on your tongue and fills your mouth with jizz, then dives in for a deep throat. The weird part (as if this wasn't weird enough) is that your tongue actually feels like a cock and you can feel action building in it from your own swallowing actions.

"Get this fucking what, nudge? Started? Sure!"

You manage to get your hands free of the cuffs when you're up to your tits in vagina but you have enough lube and leverage to slither out. Your penis-tongue pulses and gooshes down your throat. Another one slicks your ass with cum as you get fully free. You grab the piercing holding the chain to the floor's volleyball-sized clit and pulling the ring open; you've got a chain dangling from your neck but at least you can move. Semen drips down your stomach from a tummy-breacher.

You're getting dizzy and your coordination is going off. You stick your tongue out full extension and manage to get some deep breaths down your nose before letting the tongue-cock slide back down. You make a grab for Skyler.

Big Mistake.

Dozens more tattoos slither onto your skin. Little fairies are flying around your skin and tickling you with the tips of their magic wands. A rose settles into your cleavage where its stinging thorns are actually drawing blood. Little Celtic knots tie up your fingers like insane cat's cradles and something slithers over you and settles around your sphincter. You find out exactly what it is when a whale-cock breaches on your thigh and dives in – she's turned your ass into a second vagina.

She touches her leg to yours and something slithers off. It's one of those six or seven foot oriental dragon tattoos and it's wrapping around your legs, pinning them together. Its forked tongue laps your cunny on the way by as it slithers around, binding and unbinding your limbs as it goes.

How can I command her with my throat plugged up? She's going to ink me to **** and I can't do a damned thing about it!

I believe if you get just a little closer to her I can establish telepathic contact.

Brilliant! Thanks CB, you're a lifesaver!

You kiss Skyler High.

Her surface thoughts say she was expecting you to push away. You ram your tongue into her mouth; the little beast on it obliges by spraying jizz into your mouth which then drips and oozes into hers.

That's when the psychic fugue hits.

You've totally bypassed speech and moved right into Skyler's mind. You can feel the seven years she spent as Imperatrix's fuck-toy and protégé, growing from an awkward repressed 14-year old with a minor psychic ability to control drawings into a total vixen-slut mistress of anything image-related. You remember when she was teamed up with Tyler Wells, and how she made use of his ability to stall time, prolonging her orgasms and fucking her way into total control of him. You remember her chaining herself to the bed and growing extra vaginas so Imperatrix could fuck each and every one with her big black metal-studded strap-on; wait a minute, that was last night!

And now she's taking out her sadistic fantasies on you, under direct orders from the Boss-Lady herself. What she didn't expect, because Compulsion never showed the power, was the ability to mind-link.

And you realize, now that your minds are half-fused, is that you can control the tattoos.