XXI - Ashtray

It was a good morning, the sun was shining, illuminating the line of smoke that came out of the ashtray in front of you. The wine was really good too, this one coming straight from under Mr. Smith's table. The smoke spread through the air seemed worse than the cigarette you inhaled, but the sun and the pollution sometimes played beautiful landscape tricks.

Two folders in front of yourself worried you a little bit...

"Akame Smith and Hannah Smith, hmm?" You read the files with curiosity. It was a really strange world this, that smart girls like them could end up the way they are now. Better grades and impeccable discipline didn't seem to have done much for them. But it seemed like they were pretty flexible, and you liked that. Flexible girls generally adapted better to living in restrictive bitchsuits.

"Experience as cheerleaders?" Impressive. You thought to yourself. But not that you planned on letting them stretch their legs any time soon. Most trainers rarely removed girls from their new pet bodies.

With a tap on your cell phone, Carrie was released from the chain and came happily on all fours to your room. She visibly felt more humiliated now with the heart womb tattoo and the transparent chastity plate, and to make matters worse, she hadn't been allowed to come since being confined to her new body.

Carrie walked into your room with a "please fuck me" face and so did you. You released the plate that protected her oozing horny pussy from any contact. And then you penetrated her hard with the head of your cock. And she moaned like she'd never moaned before. And she squeezed your cock as hard as she could with her pussy, but you knew she had a hard time coming without having her clit stimulated. It felt so good to be able to smack her ass freely, or hold her braid. She managed to come, since you were nice and helped her with the app's clit vibrator and your green light. But you made sure of cumming in her mouth after she came, before asking her to look at the wall kneeling, while she tasted your cum.

And on the tablet screen, you place a bounty on Mr Smith's head, and later that night you find out that his car had been smashed into a thousand pieces by a rebel artillery unit. Looks like this loose end has been solved...