I like this story. Moar please.

It starts to get interesting and it ends D:. /Favorites

Brah, don't rush out a chapter on our behalf. If you have it in your mind that you HAVE to have chapter out in a set amount of time, then bad things happen. Esspecially when you hit a wall that you didn't see comming. Take your time and remember to enjoy writing for writings sake, not for anons' sake.

On a side not, who is your main? I'm a marth main myself, but I am taking up ness and ice climbers for counter-picking purposes.

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(FINALLY!! Chapter 6 is up, and I'm working on Chapter 7. I've got nothing else to say except this one was fun to write, and I hope you guys like. Enjoy!)



Chapter 6: Queen Bitch Roxy



“Roxy,” I greeted her with, slowly walking towards my bed. I didn’t really know what to think about her. She confused me to no end, and why she was on my bed was a mystery to me as well. “Why so alone?”

“You miss the others? I’ll make sure they get in on the fun next time.” She sat up her knees, patting the bed. I didn’t trust her too much, so I was cautious. She did break into my room the night before, choked me, pinned me down, slapped me around, and left me hot and bothered for the rest of the night. “Stop being so slow, get your ass over here.”

I did as she said, sitting on the bed by her. “Why are you in my room…?” She flashed a beautiful smile, running her fingers through my hair. What was she up to?

“It’s always questions with you, isn’t it?” Roxy asked me, getting comfortable as she continued petting me. “Relax, sweet cheeks. You seem like you could be fun.”

“Are you going to rape me?” I asked. She lightly smacked my lips with her fingertips, as if disciplining me.

“I just said relax,” she said. “Cool it with the questions. Not everyone gets alone time. Once they get a new girl pet, they’ll move you over to the group room with the rest of us, and they won’t take you to their table to eat with them, and you won’t be special to them anymore.”

“Thanks, how uplifting,” I replied.

“The truth hurts, love.” Her fingers tightened lightly in my hair, pulling my head close to her. I winced from the rough tug, but found the left side of my face buried in her cleavage. “But that’s why the rest of us have bonded so closely. And hearing you weren’t so appreciative of what we wanted, it pissed a lot of us off, hence our intrusion last night.”

“I didn’t want to take anything from you, and it’s not my fault,” I tried to reason with her, but it was really hard to focus with some of the nicest breasts I’ve ever seen shoved in my face. Thank god for low-cut shirts.

She must’ve felt the warmth of my blush against her bosom, because she pressed me full faced into her chest in a hug. “Stop talking, before you remind me how much you pissed me off yesterday.” She hugged me there a moment, nearly smothering me, before lifting my head up enough to get some air. “Not to mention, it was fun making you squirm last night.”

“So,” I said, panting softly. “You like… intimidating people, huh…?”

Roxy laughed so hard her chest shook. “No, silly girl, unless that gets you off.” She pushed me down to the bed, lying next to me and hovering inches over my face. “Maybe it does. I think you’re highly submissive.”

“W-what? N-no,” I stammered. I knew my face was bright red, but I wasn’t lying. I was never submissive, intimidation never did anything for me. Was it because Roxy was so good looking?

“Liar,” she spat at me, looking me up and down. “You liked being pinned to the wall last night, didn’t you?”

“N-no, I didn’t.”

“Then why were you so wet when I was kissing you?” My face must’ve been as red as a tomato as she said that to me. Was I really that wet? “And why are your nipples so hard right now?”

Embarrassed, I looked down at myself to see she was right. ‘Damn you, nipples, what are you doing?!’ I thought to myself, before looking back up at Roxy. She had a sultry look in her eyes; if she was trying to seduce me, she was a pro.

She pinched one of my nipples lightly, causing me to let out a sexy gasp. She chuckled to herself, tweaking it between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re a fun toy… Sandy? Sunny?”

“S-S-Sammy…” I managed to stutter out, feeling my whole body get warm. I closed my eyes, but still heard her laugh softly.

“Oh, what does it matter? Can I call you ‘mine,’ Sammy?” She didn’t let up on the single nipple in her grasp. I don’t know if she was trying to torture me or make me beg for it, but I was going to crack if she kept it up. I didn’t know how to answer her question, but was too busy panting and groaning from her pleasing touch. She took her other hand and hooked a finger under my chin, as if lifting my head up a little. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

“P-please,” I begged. I could feel my lips quivering, I wanted more. She was much more delicate than the sex machine was to me, and as long as she didn’t lift me in the air and fuck me I think I’d be fine.

“Can I call you ‘mine,’ Sammy?” she repeated her question. I nodded, looking up at her as she was taking control of me. She removed her hand from my jaw and placed against her ear, as if trying to hear something. “I’m sorry, your Mistress can’t hear you…”

“Y-yes…” I barely managed to get out.

“Yeeeesss…? Yes what?” She tightened her pinch on my nipple, tweaking slightly harder.

“OH!! Mmm, yes, Mistress…” My face burned more, I was so embarrassed. What a humiliating thing to say… She thought otherwise, though, as I heard her chuckle and granted my wish. Our lips met, and as she kept teasing my nipple, she slowly climbed on top of me. It was official: if masturbating or the sex machine didn’t count as cheating on Clarissa, this definitely did.

I felt Roxy slowly grinding her hips against my midsection, and I could feel myself getting wetter. She released my nipple, instead taking both hands and cupping my breasts. I moaned out into the kiss as she parted my lips with her tongue, exploring my mouth. She massaged my breasts, never stopping her tongue, never stopping her grinding.

She broke the kiss, much to my dismay, but only to pull her tight t-shirt off. Underneath was a silky white bra which delightfully pushed her breasts together to form her beautiful cleavage. The busty aggressor grinned at me, and the next thing I knew, my shirt was being tugged over my head, the cold air of my room meeting my naked chest sharply. I let out a gasp, biting my lip as I felt her warm lips meet with an erect nipple, kissing the bud tenderly while she resumed the massage to my other breast. Her tongue danced with the nipple in her mouth.

My past relationship was the furthest thing from my mind right then. As Roxy’s free hand trailed down my side, causing me to squirm lightly, her expert mouth worked its magic further, planting succulent kisses all over my breast. If by chance I ever become a man again, or if I escape from this hellhole to become a lesbian on the outside, I’d definitely have to remember these moves. She continued kissing them, kissing up my cleavage, past my collar bone, and up my neck towards my ear. I was getting goosebumps and chills, unable to control my moans any longer. She nibbled my earlobe, tugging gently before whispering in my ear, “Have you ever gone down on any one before?”

“Mmm… n-no, I haven’t…” Without a word, a felt a sharp stinging slap on my cheek that pulled a gasp from my throat. I looked over to see her glaring at me, when I remembered. “I’m sorry… No, Mistress…” She smiled, gently rubbing the cheek she had just slapped.

“Ooo, I’m so lucky,” she said, sitting up. I pouted at her for doing so, but she kept her mischievous smile as she started sliding down her pants and underwear. “That means I get to be the first one you make love to with your mouth.”

“Huh?” Before I could do or say anything further, she knelt on top of my arms, pinning me down, straddling my head. My face got so hot it’s a wonder she didn’t think her legs were on fire. Her pussy wasn’t quite shaved but was neatly kept and trimmed, and was inched away from my lips.

“Kiss me,” she commanded. Being pinned down, I didn’t dare argue with her. I leaned up, pressing my lips against her, gently running my tongue across her folds up to tease her clit. Her legs tightened around my head a little from the feeling, which was a little scary at first, but my slow agonizing licks started moving at a rhythmic pace. I figured I was doing something right when her hands ran through my hair, taking a gently grasp and further forcing my face into her crotch with a loud moan.

“Mmmph!” I was stunned for a moment, but I found myself on auto-pilot. I let my tongue continue its work, making sure to pay attention to the clitoris. Eliciting louder groans and whines, I couldn’t help but grin to myself, gently flicking my tongue against her sweet spot. Roxy may have been intimidating, but I felt like I was controlling her now, like my movements determined the next sound to erupt from her throat.

My tongue worked its way down, pushing itself past the folds and inside of her. Her whole body grew tense, and I could feel her tighten up around the tip of my tongue. It wasn’t very long, so I couldn’t get incredibly deep inside of her, but I seemed to be doing enough for her. Still held close to her, my nose ended up brushing against her clit a bit as well. Getting two birds with one stone, I figured this would be the best spot to stay for a while.

I figured correctly, because a few moments later Roxy clenched my hair much harder, enough to make me cry out against her, but I’d find out why quickly after. The payout for my actions led me to a discovery - Roxy was a squirter. And she let out a scream that could shatter the earth as she came, soaking my lips and cheeks in her climax. It’s a good thing I didn’t mind, because there’s no way I would’ve been able to pull my head back with the hold she had on it. She sat back, dropping my head back against the bed, and panted as she looked down at me, admiring her mark she’d left on my face with a grin.

“W-wow…” I said, flushed. I licked my lips, tasting her juices further, which wasn’t unpleasant compared to the stories I’d heard in school. I was breathing heavily as well, my arms still pinned down as I looked back up at Roxy. I knew she would use this moment, if any, to further threaten me or harass me, so I was expecting it.

“Very nice, I needed that, kid,” she said to me. She lifted herself off of me, grabbing her clothes. “I’ll cut you loose. You don’t have to call me ‘Mistress’ until we get in another situation like this again.” She started pulling her pants up, her breasts bouncing with each tug.

“I’m glad I could help, but…” Surely she wasn’t leaving now. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my entire life, and she was walking out on me?

“No buts,” she replied as she clasped the hooks on her bra together, lifting her shirt over her head. “We might save those for next time.” Roxy tugged her shirt down over her, and with a wink, strolled sultrily to the door.

“W-wait,” I called after her, hoping she was kidding. She turned back to me with a smirk, throwing something at me that hit me in the face, and swiped her badge. Scoffing, I grabbed it out of my lap to see what it was, and realized she’d thrown her panties at me.

“Think of me,” she said, and with an innocent wave, let herself out of my room.

I was actually irritated. I called her Mistress, and I ate her out, and I got nothing out of that deal! Livid, I did the only thing that any other sane person had left to do - I stuck my hand down my pants and jerked the covers over my head.



(End Chapter 6. Chapter 7 is "Well, It's About Time" and I hope to get it up soon. Sorry if this one seemed short, it's a little shorter than I thought it was. Keep your eyes peeled for Chap 7!)

>>448
I like to have a chapter out a day, but if it needs to take longer it will. I just really enjoy this story, so I'm able to crank out a bit at a time. =D

I can't main Marth in Brawl. I got really good with him in Melee, but he feels so different... I'm currently maining Lucas, and my g/f starting maining Ness, so we turned out to be a theme team, haha. My counter picks or secondaries are Sonic, who I'm really trying to get better with, and I like to pretend I can play Pokemon Trainer as well. lol

OH! I'm not going to post this in /v/, because /v/ on any chan turns into "BAWWWW PS3 IS FOR FAGS," "BAWWWW, MY CONSOLE DOESN'T RED RING COCK MUNCH," "BAWWWW WAGGLE FOR FAGGLES," and "BAWWWW PC ELITIST BLAH BLAH BLAH CONSOLES SUCK." So I'm posting my Brawl Code here:

3222-5227-8417 Name: NickO

WTF LOL, I main Marth too. Lucario, Pika, Ike are 2, 3, 4.

As far as the story goes, pretty great so far.

Gonna have to hit you up for a fight or two, dont have access to my wii at this very second, but I'll post my friend code tomorow. Love fighting lucas's on marth, but we won't talk about that.

So far the story is pretty good. Really good in fact. The only issue I really have is that he/she accepted it all rather quickly. It would take me months to years to come to terms with the fact that my gender was forcibly switched without my permission. And yet somehow sammy is so benevolant, that she can make a statement as bold as "They weren’t being mean, so it’d be wrong of me to get mad or yell at them."

...wat?

Niggers' just cut off your dick man! How the crap would it be anything short of rightous indignation to shoot a mother-fucker, much less get /mad/ at them. I would STILL be kicking and screaming. But I digress.

All complaints aside, and apart from that one thing there are not many, this is good shit. I'm into the whole sifi thing, so this kinda sorta, in a strange way fits into what I like.

Also, >>271: Some time ago, probobly before you and I were born, some mad genious came up with this idea. He/she called it creative lisence. So, how about you get all your little sience fiction stories that fall into your protocols, roll em up newpaper style, and shove them firmly up your ass. You said it yourself: "If you don't like it, DON'T CLICK IT!"

kthxbai

>>462

I'm pretty sure Gamer's taking into account the fact that when one is faced with an unfixable and irreversible situation, the best thing to do is adapt. Plus, if you just became a female, yes, you would be angry, but also curious, and the curiosity seems to have taken over.

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I'll try to end (for the most part, anyway) the Smash discussion here to keep from getting too terribly off topic, but I'm sure you do like Marth vs Lucas, because it is SUCH a hard fight for Lucas. Spamming PK Fire works for all of five seconds, and then Marth is back all over him. I've found a few tricks to take Marth out at 60-80% on Final Destination, but nailing the attacks is a lot harder on people than AI. Anyway, here, have some Melee gender swap. =D


Zero has kinda hit the nail on the head; Sammy's being babied, and is very curious in her new body with the bit of sexuality surrounding her at the moment. Sammy realizes there may not be a way to change back, and is trying to accept it, plus if it were me I'd touch myself everywhere, haha.

But if you're looking for angry spiteful vengeful Sammy, she still exists, and she'll appear again.

I kinda see where you are comming from. My point is that I would personally not be as accepting as she was. All things considered, she has been VERY accepting.

Also... *cough* 4940 5185 7610

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(Jeezus, leave for a while and I'm dropped off the first page? Oh well, here's Chapter 7. Enjoy guys! [also, thanks for the friend code! =D])


Chapter 7: Well, It’s About Time



I didn’t know if I was more mad at Roxy for leaving me aroused or myself for letting her leave. Feeling used, I was now left to fend for myself, tugging my pants down to get between my legs easier. I went to work straight away, rubbing my middle and forefingers against my clit. Maybe I’d actually get to orgasm today.

I reached up with my other hand to tease my still bare chest, finding Roxy’s panties were still in my hand. The thong was very soft, which gave me an idea. I rubbed my nipple like I originally planned, but did it through the soft fabric of the underwear that had been thrown to me. Feeling how soft and stimulating the fabric against my nipple was, I squirmed a little and couldn’t hold back my sexual whines and moans. This was already leading me to the right direction of reaching my climax.

Rubbing my clit a little harder, I moved my fingers in little circles below. The sensation made my back arch off the bed, a gasp escaping my throat. I pinched my nipple a little harder, my fingers working faster. I decided to try something new, and flipped over onto my stomach, lifting my lower half up by sitting on my knees while lying down. I couldn’t play with my breasts as easily this way, but another new idea came to mind.

Roxy’s panties in hand, I moved them from my breasts down between my legs, rubbing myself through them below. The feeling literally sent chills through my body, and I found myself purring in ecstasy. This position and the panties had felt better than anything I’d done so far, and I was getting close already. I started grinding my hips against my already working fingers. I could really get used to this new body, especially if I did this several times a day.

That’s when I felt it. After several moments, I felt the pressure building inside of me. I almost lost my breath from how excited I was. I rubbed a little harder, I was so close. I worked my hips more, my legs were shaking. My lips were quivering, my breath coming out ragged. “I’m… I’m gonna…” And that’s when I heard the chime of the lock on my door.

My eyes shot open in disbelief as I froze. I grabbed my pillow, buried my face in it hard, and screamed as loud as I could. I couldn’t fucking believe it; I was finally going to cum and someone walked in on me?! I pulled the covers down so only my eyes and above could be seen, glaring at whoever had walked in. I could literally have killed them.

Dr. West literally took a step back at the sight of my eyes, looking shocked. “Jesus Christ, I don’t ever want to get that look from you again. What’s the issue?”

“You know,” I started, seething as I clinched my sheets in my fists. “I really fucking hate you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” he replied, throwing a stray bra at me. “Get dressed. We’ve got work to do.”

I jerked the covers down, sitting up to try to put the bra on. “I’m going to find out where you live, and I’m going to kill you in your sleep.” I had pulled the straps up my arms and reached behind me, fighting with the clasps. I’d never had to wear a bra before, so it felt impossible to try to put it on.

West shook his head. “That’s all well in good, you act like you’re the first person to say that to me.” After a moment he looked over to see me having trouble. “Oh Christ, you still can’t get that thing on, little one? Come here, I’ll help you.” He walked over, grabbed each side, squeezed the life out of me, and clasped them together.

“Um…” I tried moving my shoulders and twisted a little to get used to it. God, I hate bras. “Is there any looser settings?”

“Oh yeah, like two or three,” he said arrogantly as he headed to the door. “But you’re not going to get enough support or nice enough cleavage that way.”

“Like I care! Come on, make it looser,” I said, but he threw a shirt at me instead. I rolled my eyes as I realized he wasn’t going to and I pulled the shirt on, glaring at him again. After tugging up a pair of pants, Dr. West led me out into the hallway again. “So, what test are we going to do?”

“We’re going to perform the scan Dr. Hutchison was telling you about the other day, and then do the test you don’t like.” I shuddered as he finished his sentence.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he said flatly.

“But, Dr. Hutchis--”

“Hutch apologized for it happening so early,” Dr. West said, interrupting me. “It is still a test to be performed. It was performed on all the subjects before you, and you are no exception.” I didn’t agree with it, and I didn’t want to do it, but I had been fairly calm about the whole ‘turning into a girl and ruining my life’ ordeal today, so I didn’t argue. Why not try it out and see if it’s any better than yesterday? How optimistic of me.

I was led to the same room I was in before. I saw the chair and hesitated. Dr. West held his arm out towards the chair, as if telling me to I may help myself to a seat, before walking to the same side room the doctors had been in before. The others were already inside, and after another moment’s hesitation, I walked over and warily took a seat.

“I want you to know,” I called out towards the reflective glass. “That I’m still uncomfortable with this.”

“Duly noted,” I heard Dr. Chilton’s voice say over the intercom system from their room to mine. After a moment I heard a soft hum, and a tall machine that arced outward was lowered by my right side. As soon as I looked over at it, a bright red laser light shot out from its side, temporarily blinding me. I did see that it circled the chair at least once before the machine shut off.

I was blinking to try to regain my sight, the machine rose back to its hiding place in the ceiling. By the time I was able to see things clearly again, I could see information appear on the reflective glass, as if it were a monitor. It was all jargon to me, but I did notice a few things that made sense, such as “Vision: 100%,” “Sound Recognition: 100%,” and “Reaction Time: 100%” to name a few. It was quick and painless, except for the whole brief 'not-seeing' part.

I sat there for a few minutes, drumming on the armrests while waiting on them to finish. I was starting to get nervous about it again. Was it because I was being watched, or because I wasn’t in control? Could it have been because it was more than my own fingers? Finally, I heard the voice of Dr. Hutchison. “Alright, Sammy, are you ready to retake the test?” he asked. I think after our talk last night he was having issues calling it the sex test or whatever they call it.

“No,” I said flatly.

“Alright, just let me know when you’re ready,” he replied.

“How about next week? I might be ready then,” I said. I wasn’t sure just how much I was joking.

That’s when I heard Dr. Chilton’s voice again. “Ha ha… No.” With that, the chair started to rise. I started panicking, sitting up a little in the chair. I hadn’t been restrained this time, so I was contemplating jumping out of the chair. Before I could, though, two slots opened in the chair by my waist, and two claws clamped onto my hips. I would’ve preferred the lap bar, but I soon realized they weren’t to restrain me to the chair.

The claws lifted me a little, flipping me over as the chair reclined. I was on my elbows and knees in the chair, my head where my feet should’ve been and vice versa, when the familiar wrist and ankle restraints appeared. The two ankle cuffs came out near the head of the chair, and the wrist clamps were either near the ankle restraints from yesterday or the same ones. I was now pinned to a chair with my ass in the air. I knew I was blushing brightly, because I could feel my cheeks burning for being on display to the doctors in the other room in the doggy style position.

That’s when the contraptions were lowered from the ceiling. Having been cleaned since yesterday, they started getting in place in reverse. I found the dildo that had fucked me now in my face, a motorized piston attached to the arm to thrust itself. I kept my lips closed as I stared down the plastic shaft’s length. I liked blowjobs, but I don’t think giving them was really my thing. It wasn’t my choice, however, as a soft tipped pincher like the ones that teased my nipples came down and pinched my nose.

My airways blocked off, I held my breath for as long as I could. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my face turned colors, and I knew I was starting to feel lightheaded, but I couldn’t do it any longer. I finally gasped for air, and upon inhaling a deep breath, the arm moved the shaft into my mouth, where the piston slowly started to pump. The pinchers kept my nose closed for a few seconds longer before releasing and rising away.

The arm that held the ball gag attached by a thin pole lowered itself down. While all I could see was the dildo thrust in and out of my mouth, I felt two arms take the waist of my pants and tug them down, then spread my legs to make sure my pussy’s lips were spread. Face on fire once more, I tried to cry out, only to be muffled by the fake dick thrusting faster into my mouth. My hushed moans combined with the slurping noises I was unwillingly making was a huge turn-on to my male mind, which in turn aroused my female body and made me wet, which didn’t take long considering I was pretty wet before ‘Dr. Dickhead’ walked in on me.

That’s when I felt the rubber ball press against my pussy lips. My eyes shot wide open, and I tried to shake my head, which is a little hard to do with a dick thrusting towards your throat, but my mumbled protests wouldn’t stop the machine from pushing the gag slowly between my lips. It stretched me open a little, and I moaned out a lot, but once my lips had enveloped half of the gag, it slid in fairly easily. I likely would’ve moan as loud as I could had the dildo not start hitting the back of my throat, gagging me.

The arm with the gag didn’t thrust, but did move and angle itself slightly, pushing the ball against my inner walls. After the initial pain, I can’t deny how incredible of a feeling it was. I might’ve cum shortly after had I not been feeling humiliated by the fact that there were people watching me have my mouth pounded into and my cunt penetrated. Struggling got me nowhere; I was pinned to the chair hard.

The two arms that spread my legs returned, this time spreading them a little further. My eyes widened again as I knew what they were doing. I started squirming my body, trying to move or get away, but the two claws that clamped onto my hips earlier were back, and this time they held me in place. The arms spread apart my cheeks so that my asshole was exposed to the cold air of the room. It was now hard to move much at all, and all I was able to do was feel the rubber ball probe around and get fucked in the mouth by a machine with a dildo. I should’ve jumped out of the chair when I had the chance.

I felt a small rounded tip of plastic, covered in lubrication, press against my ass. I tried to shake my head again, my begging muffled when I wasn’t gagging, but the plastic vibrator pressed itself onward slowly. I tried screaming out when my throat wasn’t being invaded, clenching my eyes tightly closed as I felt my asshole stretch to fit the vibrator. It painfully pushed its way in about an inch or two, and stopped. As the ball rubbed against my walls, it pressed against the wall near my ass, and I could feel both pieces of equipment rubbing the same area. My legs started to quiver, I was getting the same feeling I had back in my room.

Shortly after, the vibrator started to rumble softly. My breathing rapid, I nearly shook from the vibes it was sending out. That’s when I felt an immense rush of pleasure. I moaned hard and tensed up as I finally hit my climax, soaking the ball inside of me. My body fell weak afterwards, and my eyes drooped open to find the dildo still thrusting into my mouth, more than half of it covered in my saliva. I noticed it was stopping. I then noticed that the vibrator was still buzzing, vibrating in my ass, while the ball stayed inside of me as well.

‘Alright, I came, we can stop now,’ I thought to myself, but it didn’t stop. The machine kept at it, doing its job. I felt the vibrator push deeper into my ass, slowly pulling out to push back in again. I was getting triple penetrated, and I couldn’t escape as it continued its assault. ‘Please, stop,’ I wished in my mind. ‘Let me go, please!’

The thrusts into my ass got a little rough, and the dildo would force its entire length into my mouth, choking and gagging me as I was forced to deepthroat it, before pulling back for a few short thrusts and then back deep in my throat. My eyes watered and tears streamed down my face from my first deepthroating experience. The ball inside of me pushed deep into my vagina, and then would pull back to stretch my lips apart, only leaving about halfway before pushing back into me. I was gagging when I suddenly realized something I had forgotten: girls can have multiple orgasms.

And my body grew tight as I had a second orgasm. My body fell limp, but was still held in place by my restraints and the equipment filling my holes. As the paces of each piece that penetrated me intensified, four or five inches of vibrator in my ass, the ball pushing in as deep as it could, and gagging longer and harder on the dildo, my body trembled. ‘No,” I thought, ‘Not again…’ My body forced itself to cum once more, my throat letting out more of a whine in my fatigued state. I had never had sex before the previous day, but I felt like I was being fucked to death now.

Finally, the saliva-covered dildo slid all the way out of my mouth, a long spit trail connecting my lip to the tip of it. The vibrator stopped its vibrations, slowly pulling out of my ass, and the ball stretched my vaginal lips one final time as it removed itself from me. As all of my restraints released themselves, my body fell limp onto the chair as it lowered itself back down. It stayed reclined, likely to keep me from falling out of it.

The door opened, and I heard footsteps headed my way. I heard light conversation on the other side of the room, but my eyes were closed, too tired to open them. Someone leaned down near me, placing a hand on my forehead. “Are you alright, Sammy?” It was Dr. Wright’s voice. I could only reply with a whimper. She stood up, talking back with the other doctors. “She can’t walk to her room. Do we have a wheelchair or a stretcher?”

“A stretcher?” Dr. Chilton asked. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“I think what you put her through was a little extreme, Chilton,” she replied.

“DOCTOR Chilton,” he corrected her. After a moment, I heard him call out in an annoyed tone, “Alright, go and get this girl a wheelchair.” I don’t remember anything after that in the room, fainting on the experiment chair.

A short while later, I woke up, my whole body sore. I was lying in my own bed. I looked down to see someone had dressed me in a really girly night gown with lace around the edges. It was very soft and silky, and it felt so nice. I never thought in my life I’d be happy at the feeling of a woman’s silky night gown on my skin. I tried to sit up, but my muscles were too weak to work with me. I gave up, lying back and sighing as I stared at my ceiling. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be out of here, and I’ll be able to see and smell the sky again. Tonight, though, the only thing I had the strength to do was sleep. And so I did.

(End Chapter 7. Chapter 8, "A Day Off?" will have some developments of another character and I'm really looking forward to getting it finished. As always, constructive criticism is welcome.)

I personally thought that last one was a little rushed and under developed IMO...