Gently cupping his face I turned him to face me, trailing my thumb over his lips. He doesn't resist as I gently insert the digit inside him. I adjusted the properties of the digit, trailing it over his cheeks letting him absorb the chemicals. As light seems to return to his eyes I withdraw, meeting slight resistance as he had unconsciously began to suckle on the digit. The pressure in me head, steadily building until this point, is almost smothering. I feel the flow of liquid increase in speed, the circulation almost making me feel like I was vibrating. A comforting heat fills me. I can feel myself dripping, no pouring in excitement as he begins to focus on me.
"Hello little boy," I leaned into him as he stares wide eyed, making sure to slowly whisper the words to him. My slime strokes him down his bare back and I feel him shiver inside me. I begin to stroke other parts of his body. The nape of his neck, trail his collar bone, I work myself between every joint lightly rubbing against the sensitive skin alternating between warm and cold, rough and soft. He begins to struggle against me until I completely restrain his limbs, but that only stops the movement and his muscles tense with every ministration. "You've done... very naughty things. And that's why... I need to punish you."
His eyes snap back to me and widen. He shouts something I don't quite understand, again trying to struggle to escape. My body loosens around him as he feebly bucks and kicks as he falls to the floor. Before he can flee a pair of hands grasp his ankles and another pair of arms wrap themselves around him from behind. He freezes and looks up to see the head above him and he looks into 'my' eyes, of the 'me' that has trapped him from behind before looking at the 'me's before him. Terrified he pauses, before instinctively shrinking back, trapping himself deeper into the 'me' that restrains his bare upper body. 'I' wrap myself around his legs dripping sticky juices down them while the final 'me' moves forward to rub against his chest. His sweat is particularly delicious I had found, even more so tainted with so much conflicting fear and arousal.
"N-no, stop..." He whimpers.
"You've been a very bad child," I whisper into his ear as I drag him down, covering him in myselves, "Such a dirty child... Now I'll pollute it."
I begin to snake my slime around him squeezing him, rubbing him, suckling his skin. His breath soon turns ragged as he gasps for breath.
'I' frown from 'my' place on his chest and quickly my hand snatch his face and force it to meet mine. There is no resistance when my tongue violates his mouth. His breath tickles as I stretch myself to fill and explore the cavity, making sure to tickle the back of his throat. Just as quickly I pull away to see his desperate face. He doesn't react as the 'me' behind him licks up his drool, focusing on the 'me' before him. He stutters something.
"Hmm?" My fingers trail down the side of his face. "What's wrong?"
"P-please..."
"Please?" I tighten around him and he flinches, "Say what it is... In that pretty voice of yours."
"Please... Stop... It feels... Weird."
"Tell me, does it feel good?"
The boy doesn't answer, again trying to struggle against the no doubt new sensation. It's cute, for a little vagabond he seemed to have retained some delicious innocence. But I want to hear more of his voice, his moans and pleas. With slow deliberateness I place my hand on his chest and slowly trail down. I trace a line down his chest and the rim of his navel, before descending to my prize. He gasps and tenses as my hand firmly grasps the one piece of his anatomy I had been deliberately avoiding. He lets out a little 'Ahn' sound. My hand completely envelopes his member and he flinches. The 'me' behind him begins to play with his torso, teasing his nipples and collar, the 'me' bellow slurps on the skin between his legs trailing up to meet 'my' hand. 'I' begin to work him over, above I lick his jaw while my hand teases under his skin, a thick fluid that swirls around him while sucking him off. It's barely seconds before he throws himself back in release, letting it out into my hand.
He slumps, his eyes blurry again giving little gasps as his body trembles. Despite this however his penis is still hard, showing no signs of fatigue. I admit that was from a bit of cheating on my part, but I honestly doubt I'd have gotten much out of him without the aphrodisiac I'd absorbed into his skin. It take a good look at it while the 'me' from above keeps nipping at this neck.
"So cute..." I give it a little lick and it twitches, "Even while swollen it looks so small."
He sniffs loudly and tears begin to leak from his eyes. His pride as a 'man' no doubt shredded to bits. I begin to play with his member again, taking it into my mouth slipping my tongue inside it to tease out the remaining fluids. He jerks some more, tenses and releases his load once again with a sob.
"So quick," I whisper from behind, one of my arms wrapped around him the other having reached below reinserting myself inside him, playing with his button from the inside and outside, "Hey, does it feel that good boy?"
When he doesn't answer I forcefully shove more of myself inside him. His hips buck and again he releases inside the 'me' eagerly waiting mouth open before him. His shot however is severely lacking.
"Ah, you're almost done," I breath into his ear disappointment tinging the words such that he recoils, "I guess we're almost done."
The spark of hope that shown in his eyes warmed me up inside as the 'me' from bellow moved aside and I positioned myself on top of him, readying myself for the final coupling.
"That's too bad, I had hoped you'd give me more fun before I devoured you."
His look of horror was something I would deeply treasure, and the conflict soon after when I forced myself down on him was a thing of bliss.
* * *
So It's Taylor as The Queen of Slimes Erubettie.
Master Trigger Emma
(Автор: Ayden)
This was from an Emma triggers a Master ability idea about 5-6 pages ago.
I curse the night I decided to go out.
I was out hunting for some way to relieve stress when I noticed some thugs cornering a girl in an alleyway. I was feeling cranky, and decided to take it out on these losers when I blinked and suddenly I noticed the girl looking at me.
Without any conscious decision from me, my finger tightened on my crossbow's trigger and a bolt shot out to strike one of the thugs. I could feel myself leaping down, phasing myself in a way to prevent any damage to myself, while loading another bolt into the crossbow. I wanted to yell out in anger as I realized that the girl must be some kind of Master, because I did not want to do this! I'd normally stay at a distance, sniping them off with my crossbow to make the best use of my powers.
As the other thug went down, *I* walked up to the Master and asked if she was alright. If I had control over my body right now, I would be shooting a bolt through her head right now since she's in complete control of the situation.
However, instead of the confident answer I expected, it seemed that she acts surprised and shocked at my arrival, as if she wasn't the one who made me come down in the first place. She asks why it took me so long to arrive, and I could hear myself say some bullshit about predator and prey — I mean, yeah, having powers is pretty much the whole 'Strongest survives' and shit, but the stuff coming out of my mouth seems to be the dumbest shit ever.
But what makes me sure this girl is the Master is that she buys it. I could see the gears in her tiny little brain spinning as someone who looked rather well dressed runs in towards the girl (Emma) and hugs her.
I feel myself say some corny line about being more careful in the future and make my escape. To my hatred and frustration, I failed to regain my body even when I return home, and my thoughts chilled at what the Master could do while in control of my body to the only person who mattered to me. Fortunately, it seems that whatever power the Master had, it controlled me to act much like how I normally am, but now I realized that I may never regain control over my body. If I could be so far away and yet still not have control, then... can I expect this power to end? I'm reminded of victims of an attack from the Simurgh, how the PRT said that they act according to the Endbringer's plans unknowingly; except maybe this is what happens, where they are trapped within their bodies while it continues to move without the mind.
Even if I wish to shudder, my lack of control means that I could do nothing but watch and feel how this 'other' me continues to live my life.
* * *
Emma, if she is the Master, clearly does not know about her own powers. She seems to look at the other me as a sort of encouragement for her attitude towards her old friend. I've tried multiple times to break free from this shll of mine, but I lose consciousness whenever my body sleeps and there doesn't seem to be any way to retake control over my body.
Meanwhile, my paroling has become more extreme and brutal, while my other self's daytime activities seem to revolve around Emma. At this point, I'm hoping that I start attracting the attention of the PRT in hopes that someone would be able to tell that I'm Mastered. But... even if they do, how are they going to free me? Are they going to treat me like a Simurgh victim and lock me away forever? Will they have some other kind of Master take control of me 'for my own good'? With my powers, it's also going to be extremely hard to catch me if they are not prepared.
Well, if getting hurt is what it takes to regain my body, I'd be willing to do it. But if they decide to trap me in some room and lock me away forever... At least this prison doesn't bore me out of my mind — especially since that's the only thing left for me now.
* * *
Of all the USELESS PIECE OF TRASH that calls himself an EMPATH! Of course I'm fucking angry! You can't even tell that I'm not myself right now! What else should I be feeling, you stupid piece of SHIT?
I've been forced to be a Ward for two weeks now, and this ASSHOLE can't even tell that I'm not in control of myself. MOOD SWINGS he says. STOP BEING SO ANGRY he says! ARG!
If I ever get free of this, the first thing I'm going to do is RIP HIM A NEW ONE!
* * *
Holy shit. Emma is such a messed up fuckup, and so is that other me that's helping her out. While I have to say that I don't really care much about Taylor, doing this to her is bound to cause troubles — troubles that other me should really be avoiding. But this really just put another nail in the coffin to the theory that Emma is the Master, since I don't think anyone other than someone Mastered in my situation would risk so much to bully some random girl.
Goddamnit. At this point, I'm almost willing to have this blow up in my face just so that someone would figure everything out. I've been trapped here for so long it's starting to feel like I'm the one doing all these things. If it wasn't for the fact that Emma is always nearby, I might even forget that fact.
God, maybe that's how her powers actually work. It makes you act in a certain way, and if it keeps going for so long you just forget that it's not really you who's doing all these things. And it would likely work too, since I feel like I'm doing everything, even if I can't do anything else...
Oh God. please let me be wrong. I don't want to be this person who's acting like me. I don't want to be friends with Emma. I don't want to start thinking that these are things I'd do. I don't want to lose myself anymore... Please, I admit it. I'm not so strong to be able to fight this forever. I'm really scared of what's happened. I'm scared. I don't want this. Someone, please, someone figure out that this isn't me! Please, someone save me...
My Life As A Sex Toy Tinker
(Автор: NaughtyBanette)
-Eros—
"Hey, where do you keep the good shit?" The thug in front of me asks, reminding me again of why some days I hate the fact that I set up in Brockton Bay. The idiot can't even keep his pants up above his waist line, let alone afford 90% of the stuff in the shop.
"What is it exactly you're looking for?" I sigh, leaning my head on my prosthetic metal arm as I rest over the counter. It's nice being your own boss, for multiple reasons.
"You know, the shit that makes girls into sex-craving zombies or something." He grunts, and his compatriots nod. "The good shit."
"Sorry, fresh out of 'zombie cologne'." I roll my eyes. Such a thing would be 'lawsuit in a can' anyways. "You'll have to make do with your overwhelming charm and machismo."
"You mocking me you little bitch?" The thug growls, stepping towards the counter.
"Of course not, you're a valued customer." I yawn, hearing the bell on the door chime. "One who wouldn't dare threaten the store owner. I mean, what would Squealer say if she knew you'd gotten all of the merchants banned from Eros' Erotic Emporium?"
The thug blanches, and his companions have the common sense to drag him out of the store in a hurry. I keep an ear out for the sound of any alarms going off, but it looks like they were smart enough not to try stealing. "Got problems?"
"Nothing major Bakuda." I straighten up, stretching my arms out for a moment. "Same old bullshit with the merchants. Never should have let slip that I can make sexual drugs."
"It would have come out anyways, half of the good toys have that sort of stuff as components." She practically flounces up to the counter, wearing her dark hair tied up in a ponytail and one of the special masquerade masks I provided customers. They gave off a mild stranger effect that prevented anyone but me from knowing who they were while in the store. Of course, they could be calibrated for groups if necessary, but the relative anonymity was a big boon towards my store remaining neutral.
"Anyways, I could always try out some new ideas if they give you any trouble. I was thinking of like, rigging a bomb inside someone, keyed to trigger when they climax." She grins widely. "Think about it, it'd be amazing. Trying to coax someone past the fear using every trick in the book, teasing them towards the edge, with them knowing that when they blow, they blow."
I try not to wince at the description. "I doubt anyone would willingly go along with that."
"Duh." She rolls her eyes, suppressing a giggle. "I'm still working on that bomb that destroys only clothing, by the way. That should be like a party in a can."
"It's no big deal. Squealer will keep them in line. Between Skidmark and my toys, one of the two gives her reliable orgasms. If I banned the Merchants she'd probably quit." I shrug. "Anyways, you here for something specific or just the usual?"
