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Chapter 7 by wicker wicker

what happens with Trya's protest

Tyra's short lived protest

Tyra folded her arms across her chest and planted her feet firmly on the ground. There was no way she was going to put up with this. "Fuck you!" she said to the web cam and started for her bedroom door.

She took only one step before her pussy and anus started to itch like mad. She took another step, and the itching got worse. Suddenly her legs spread apart and her hands moved up to the top of her head. She stood in this spread-eagle shape as the itching continuously grew worse and worse. She could not move or speak. Her body was paralyzed.

"Those nanobots allow me to control your body, you stupid slut!" said the voice. "You can't disobey me! Now I can leave you like this and ramp up the itching but never let you satisfy it, or I can let you move on your own. I'll release your head and neck muscles, nod or shake your answer."

The itching was becoming unbearable, and as soon as she could, Tyra nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, the itching stopped and she could move.

"Good, now do your hair and make up like I told you. Hurry up about it."

Tyra went to her vantiy. She teased and sprayed her hair in a big poofy style, then used the pink dye hairspray to add highlights. She then gobbed on a lot of pink eyeshadow and rouge then put on the hot pink lipstick.

She went and stood in front of the camera. "You look like a hot slutty girly girl!" said the voice. Now, in the smallest box are your shoes. Put them on."

Tyra opened the box and found the tackiest pair of shoes she had ever seen. They were hot pink platform shoes with six inch heels. She put them on and stood up.

"Good, tomorrow morning, you will dress and look just like that. You will walk to school tomorrow. Forget about driving. You only live a mile from school. I want you to walk by putting one foot directly in front of the other. You will put your left hand on your hip and bend your right elbow to your side and hang your hand down in limp wristed style. You will smile and wave to anyone you see then resume your walk. I'll be watching in more ways than you know. Now you can take off all the clothes except the petticoat. Hang the clothes up neatly. You can shower. The petticoat will clean and dry on its own. After you dry off, go to bed."

does anything else happend that night?

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