Master of Puppets

"So … what, I'll be playing through these next level or something?"

Kirsty tapped the middle option and waited. The screen returned to the virtual-her, an image that was still freaking her out, but nothing else happened.

Nothing immediate anyway. Kirsty cocked her head as the dark red visage of an outstretched hand appeared over her on-screen imitator. Digi-K slumped slightly underneath the apps new ghostly background, never losing it's cocky smirk.

It looked cool sure, but the avatar gets "punished?" Big deal. She was expecting a new level and a chance to redeem herself, but as she stood looking into the app it never happened. Kirsty tore her eyes away and headed back into rehearsal.

"...cool just text me if you're in the pub. Catch yous later." Kirsty shouted back over her shoulder as she manhandled her guitar's hardcase through the bus doors, threw her money in with practiced motion, and found herself on an unusually quiet ride home. She gingerly made her way up the bus to the back seats - legroom and guitar space - and collapsed down a couple of seats from another passenger; a bespectacled gentleman firmly engrossed in some fantasy novel.

Kirsty relaxed and pulled out her phone, finding that her thumb hovered over the Gem Ladies app. She remembered the virtual-her's confident look, maybe feeling a little... jealous maybe... and released that the app had loaded. Had she pressed that icon?

Little Digi-K was still slumped over, as if hanging from the ceiling. Kirsty glanced around the screen and for the first time noticed a menu button, which she clicked, and an option for the "Punishment List." Maybe this would tell her something.

Current Punishments:

Master of Puppets - Those that touch user are instinctively aware that they control user's body, as if a natural act. This is normal to everyone else.

She squinted. How did this affect the game she had played earlier? "Instinctively...aware...that they controOO!" The bus lurched sideways. It had hit a pothole mid- turn and bounced, sending Kirsty into the next seat sideways. The man a few seats down, also caught off-guard, dropped his novel and half-caught the young woman now crashing into him.

His hand graced the back of her head.

'Sorry, sorry bout that. Are you okay?'

It was a moment before Kirsty realised she hadn't spoken those words. 'Are... are you...' Kirsty couldn't open her mouth. She made to sit up but she couldn't do that either. 'Oh God I've hurt my neck or something. No pain though. What have I done.' Her body moved. She wasn't moving it.

Kirsty's body turned to face the man whose hand she realised rested on the back of her head. The realisation transformed that weight into an anvil. A crushing power she had no hope of escaping. Her body pressed up closer to his, climbing to meet the stranger face-to-face. Her striking blue eyes meeting his green. Her body moved in closer still, and without any hesitation, kissed him passionately. Brought her hands up to caress his clean-shaven skin. Explored his mouth with her tongue.

He tasted of mint and smelled of expensive aftershave. Her crotch found his stiffening rod and grinded into it, rhythmically rising him against her will.

She screamed and thrashed and cursed the heavens. Internally. Her body wasn't hers.

One last deep kiss before her body pulled back - before he pulled her body back - and she snaked down stripper-like to kneel between his legs.

**** to look longingly at the man's bulge, Kirsty immediately knew what was coming, her internal voice lost for words.

He raised her arms to his crotch to undo his zip, open his jeans, and slowly pull down his boxers. He enjoys a sensual experience, it would seem. He made her unveil his hard cock, bouncing onto her outstretched tongue, and she enveloped his head in one swirling movement and started bobbing, taking him deeper and deeper, lips sealed and sucking. His hand on her head the unrelenting piston of God.

A pang of hope as his hand left her head immediately dashed when she tried to stand up and run, but still found it completely futile.

'I'm still touching him! That's it. The app! What is this fucking app?!'

She was a puppet to his touch, and as much as she was panicking, her building arousal betrayed her.

She felt him tense. 'Fuck this bastard is going to cum!' She swallowed his throbbing length to the base and stayed there, eyes painfully strained up at him with lust, as the stranger unloaded down her throat. He spasmed and clenched until he was completely spent. Quietly sighed, satisfied. He put his hand back to her head to lick his sloppy cock clean, put it away in his boxers and zip up his jeans, then casually got up and walked down the bus to disembark.

Kirsty knelt wide-eyed and mouth agape facing the empty back seat. She breathed heavily. Her body was her's again, yet still paralysed, this time by emotion. She was scared and angry and confused and undeniably wet. Slowly glancing over her shoulder, nobody on the quiet bus seemed to notice the lewd scene at the back. She'd been contorted like a marionette and it was completely normal.

Her phone beeped.

A new level of Gem Ladies is ready. Enjoy.

Kirsty reached for her phone, tapped the notification, and tried. She tried but she was shaken and understandably distracted, and she lost.

Her flushed-face doppelganger snapped her fingers, and brought forth Kirsty's second set of punishments.

"I'm Still Standing"

"Dam That River"

"Travelling Without Moving"