---Victor’s Perspective---
I’m walking back to Triple M with Tuun beside me.
“I’m just gonna say ’night to Fluffy before you give me this ‘other part’ of your present…” I smile up at her.
“I’m… reasonably confident you’ll like it…” she grins back “…though… in truth, it’s as much a gift to myself as you… maybe a little more a gift to myself(!)”
“I’m sure, whatever it is, I’ll prob’ly enjoy it enough for it to qualify as a gift for me(!)” I say, pulling her head down to give her a peck on the cheek.
She giggles, warming my heart.
We make it to Triple M and part, briefly, for me to give a hearty goodnight to Fluffy and for her to ‘prepare’.
“Five minutes?”
“…Hmmm… ten, I think. Is that OK?” she asks, as if she’s genuinely worried that I might say I don’t want the present, at all, if I have to wait so long(!)
“’Course!” I smile back, reassuringly.
She beams before disappearing into our room.
I make my way to what used to be my room.
When I open the door, I’m slammed against the wall by two pairs of mitten paws.
She yowls at me.
I reach up to jiggle her enormous cheeks.
She extends that sandpaper rough tongue to scour the side of my face.
“Gah!” I laugh.
“Alright girl, I can play with you for a bit but then I gotta go! Tuun’s got another ‘present’ for me. We might join the Cuddle Puddle later… I’m sure you won’t be alone tonight, whatever happens… Not with so many in the Dorm, now!”
I’m not sure exactly how much she can understand me, now that she doesn’t have a translator, but… well, she can let me know if she’s unhappy…
---a little more than ten minutes of roughhousing later---
Pulse up, I’m feeling the last of my tipsiness fade as I make my way back to our room.
I hesitate, wondering if I should just walk in or not…
I decide to knock.
“Come in…” I hear her respond.
I wave the door open and walk inside before locking the door and hitting the privacy field.
“I see the enthusiasm for historical reenactment is a family trait(!)” I say, mirthfully.
She has her silky white hair in twin pigtails at the top of her head, her lips done up in scarlet red lipstick and she’s dressed in a pinstriped skirt and jacket combo (which seems like it might have been a professional look for a woman who lived in the early to mid-20th Century) and a pair of glasses!
Clear lenses haven’t been more than a fashion statement for anyone, for about six hundred years! That was the last time anyone needed light refracting glass to correct their vision!
The whole effect is ‘late 1940s businesswoman’!
“Do you like it?” she asks, hopefully.
It’s definitely striking but… I wonder where she got the idea for it? I don’t… recall expressing a desperate attraction to the aesthetic. I’d best reassure her, though!
“Very sexy!… I’m sensin’ there’s a story to go with it?” I grin.
She returns the grin and explains “Yeah… so, I was working on a commission someone sent me and… well, they requested a ‘straitjacket’… I sort of fell down a rabbit hole researching things to match the aesthetic of the time period they were used in and… wanted to try it out… I’ve got a two part animation I made for the story, a leather straitjacket, a ballgag and some rope in this box here… I was thinking we could watch part one then you can tie me up before we watch part two?”
“A two part animation and kinky, 20th Century asylum themed sex with the most gorgeous woman in the universe(!?) That’s on top of these lovely figurines you made(!?)” I gesture to the nanoforged miniatures of all the Triple Ms, as well as Cap, that were her… ‘public’ present for me “You’re really spoilin’ me, baby!”
She walks to me and, bending slightly to wrap her arms around my shoulders, she kisses me… I hope she doesn’t mess up that sexy lipstick! Fuck, she smells so good!
“Maybe you deserve to be spoiled a bit…” she smiles, showing me her long canines.
“Ha! Isn’t that what I’m always tellin’ you(?!)” I answer, derisively.
“Exactly… take your own advice…(!)” she answers, with unusual confidence.
“Alright then… *kiss*… spoil me(!)” I smirk.
She smiles and takes out her holopad to send me the two animation files.
We recline together, on the bed, and I flick the first to the wall.
The greyscale animation that she does, resulting from her colourblindness, really compliments the noir aesthetic… I wonder if she’s aware…
Her character’s walking through the drab halls of what looks like a mid-20th century asylum (or perhaps penitentiary) from the American States…
Of course, it requires a little suspension of disbelief to imagine that the Humans around her wouldn’t be freaking out about the 220cm, four armed, four finger handed, elf eared, blue skinned, white haired, glowing eyed alien babe, in a miniskirt and suit jacket, who’s casually walking past them in a time period that would’ve been seven hundred and fifty years precontact, more than two hundred years preuplifts and nearly a hundred and fifty years before we first resurrected Neanderthals… but I’m very happy to suspend my disbelief on that… given how well she wears a miniskirt and suit jacket(!)
The, greyscale, Tuun draws up to a door and enters a room, with a simple ironbarred cell, in which sits me.
I’m sitting on a wooden bench with a scowl on my face and am wearing a uniform that could be that of a prison inmate or psychiatric patient. It doesn’t particularly matter which.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor… I’m Dr Tuun. I’ve been asked to assess you… I hope we can get along.” Smiles ‘Dr Tuun’.
I glare up at her from behind the bars and answer “… Oh, I’d be very happy to ‘get along’ with you(!)”
The clear threatening subtext in my synthesised voice lines is either ignored or missed by Tuun’s character, who smiles “Now… I’ve been told not to, under any circumstances, open the door to your cell but… well, it’s a little difficult to talk, or examine you, properly, with these bars in the way, so… if I let you out, can it stay our little secret?”
My inmate/patient character gives a sinister smirk “No problem at all, Doc(!) I’m glad to see such… trust from someone like you… most staff wouldn’t trust me to be out of my cell without bein’ muzzled, jacketed and havin’ several guns trained on me(!)”
Tuun’s character smiles and nods sympathetically, as if she’s genuinely unaware and unable to work out why such measures might be necessary (it requires a little more suspension of disbelief to accept her having got this job, while so naïve(!)) before producing a set of analogue keys and unlocking the cell.
“Sorry to have to ask this, Mr. Taylor, but, for your physical, I’ll need you to take off your clothes…”
My character smirks and begins removing his shirt to reveal a, very flatteringly animated, hench physique.
There is a shot of Dr Tuun very briefly flicking her eyes down to my stomach and biting her lip… that was quite a subtle expression for her to have thought of including…
“Thank you, Mr Taylor, I’m just going to prepare some of the things I’ll need for your assessment…” smiles Tuun’s character before turning her back to me to start digging through the case she brought in.
She takes out various items, that look to be a mix of personal and professional, and places them on the counter top.
There’s a shot tracking one of her arms taking out a bottle marked ‘chloroform’ and placing it beside a white handkerchief, amidst the clutter, followed by a shot of my animated eyes, to indicate that my character has noticed that as well.
The shot switches to one of Tuun, over the desk, with my fully naked body framed advancing behind her with silent footfalls.
He reaches for the bottle and cloth and takes them without Tuun’s character noticing.
She continues digging through her bag as his character takes position behind her, mostly occluded from view. His arms begin working on something, presumably unscrewing the bottle, unfolding the cloth and soaking it with chloroform.
My hand, holding the rag, swoops over her mouth and clamps down.
Her eyes fill with terror and three of her hands reach up, hooking over my forearm, in an utterly vain attempt to pull my hand away from her face.
The fourth hand reaches to the table top, for a scalpel she had dropped there, but I yank her back so fast that she misses it by a centimetre.
Having realised the futility of trying to pull my arm away, two of her hands withdraw to, along with the formerly reaching arm, render ineffectual pummels against my bare sides as her stifled screams penetrate the rag.
If her character really wanted to hurt mine, she could of course stamp on my bare feet with her stiletto heels but she either doesn’t think of it or… actually wants me to chloroform her… not impossible that that was the intention… given the lustful lip biting and hopeless naïveté she demonstrated(!)
After around thirty seconds of struggle, Dr Tuun’s head falls limp and Inmate Taylor lays her on the ground.
It’s a little cliché and unrealistic, of course, given that it takes more than five minutes to fully knock someone out with chloroform… but, I suppose, exciting as it might be to watch my character chloroform hers… I might’ve got bored with a realistic portrayal… thirty seconds is the right stylistic balance to keep it exciting…
Leaving her limp body on the floor, my character disappears from shot followed by a fade to black.
When the shot returns, I’m wearing a guard’s uniform with a peaked cap and holding a hilariously ahistorical straitjacket.
In addition to having four arms (apparently, Don cohabiting 1940s Earth is a reality of this canon, to the point that this asylum/prison just has a Don straitjacket, lying around(!)) it’s also got square holes, corresponding to where her breasts would go, is made of matte black leather and isn’t even long enough to cover all of her ribcage!
Again, I’m happy to suspend disbelief, given that seeing her in that will be sexier for me than seeing her in a full body, heavy, white canvas one(!)
I drop the fetishjacket on the table, along with a ballgag and two coils of rope, and bend over her still unconscious body.
My hands move to her collar and, with a single violent yank, rip open her shirt and jacket, exposing her heaving breasts, still contained in the cups of a lacey bra… The semi I’ve had, more or less since first seeing her in her costume, gets overtaken, in very short order, to be replaced with a rock hard erection!
My character seems to be equally appreciative of the lusty appeal of Dr Tuun’s exposed torso, given that he pauses to plant a lovebite on the inside of her left breast(!)
Working her shoulders free of the destroyed clothing, he flips her over, reaches for the desk to pick up the same scalpel she reached for earlier, unsheathes it and severs the straps of her bra with two confident strokes before pulling it out from beneath her.
He returns her to her back causing her very ample bosoms to be exposed.
Awww! She animated her own nipples properly! That’s so lovely!!!
I think this is the first animation of hers, that I’ve seen, which accurately depicts her as having the little fleshy brushes she has! The lengths she’s gone to, to avoid ever showing her own nipples in animation, have been a little absurd! Pasties, vibes, bras, camera angles… she’s used everything you might think of to obscure them! I hope this means she’s getting over her insecurity about them!
My character removes her skirt and shoes, leaving her clad in nothing but panties, stockings and a garterbelt… fuck that’s hot… wait… does that mean she’s wearing a garterbelt with her costume!? I can’t wait to find out!
The criminally insane version of me then retrieves the leather straightjacket and there’s another fade to black.
When it fades back, the still unconscious Dr Tuun is now jacketed, her midriff exposed, her four slender arms wrapped in such a way as to push up and squash her bare chest alluringly, from beneath, her stockinged legs frogtied, ankle to thigh, with a ballgag stuffed in her mouth.
My character is digging through her wallet to withdraw a driver’s license with the address ‘Appartment 2, 2507 Oakpark drive, NY’. That even sounds like a plausible address format for the 20th Century American States! How much research did she do!?
Criminal Taylor cockily tosses, catches and pockets… a key? … I wonder what that was the key to? It didn’t look like one of the jail keys…
He walks to, the thoroughly restrained, Dr Tuun and tosses her clothing in a wad, next to her, along with her handbag. He reaches down to pull the glasses off her face, folds them and puts them in his breast-pocket.
I notice she’s lying on some sort of cloth underlayer just as he bends down to grab the edge, pulling it up to reveal it to be an enormous sack, now encompassing the Doctor and her possessions before being tied off at the top.
With one hand, he grabs the sack at the top and hefts it onto a flatbed, wheeled trolley.
He pulls his peaked cap low, over his eyes, and leaves the room.
Pushing the trolley, slowly and calmly, down the halls, the, guard impersonating, criminal Victor passes unnoticed by guards and inmates alike.
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He’s about to pass through some hinged, double doors when a short, portly guard, who (though I’m not familiar with the time period’s rank insignia) I’m instantly able to infer outranks the one who’s pilfered uniform my character is wearing, says “Yo, hold it there, buddy! What’s in the bag?” with the particular twang of the vaudevillian Stateser.
“In here, Sir?” asks my character with casual nonchalance “It’s some very dirty laundry. I’m takin’ it to be disposed of…”
“I’m gonna need to search that!” says the outranking guard.
“That’s fine, Sir, but…” says my character, perfectly disguising his Estuarine accent with one to match his ‘superior officer’s’ in a way I would be utterly incapable of, in real life “…I just need to warn you… it’s… pretty gross… there’s a reason I’m taking it to be disposed of, rather than laundered…”
The guards face screws up in apprehensive disgust and he says “Alright… take it through… err… hey, I don’t recognise you… you new here?”
“Yes sir, just started today.”
“Aw, shucks! Sucks to get duty like this on your first day, son! Welp, keep up the good work! In a few years, you could have my job!!!” laughs the portly man.
“Thanks Sergeant…” my character smiles sinisterly, as he walks through the door.
We cut to a carpark, my character giving a furtive glance from side to side and pulling out the key he pocketed earlier. I now notice it has a symbol engraved on the bow. My character pushes the trolley along the rows of cars with rubber tyred wheels and engine compartments that give away that they’re meant to be run by filling them with hydrocarbon fuel. Then he comes to one that has a symbol matching the one on the key.
Casually, he inserts the blade into a lock on the boot and it pops open. He smirks and lifts the bag into the boot before shutting and locking it and pushing the trolley away to clear the two dimensional path, via which the wheeled vehicle is obliged to exit.
He then moves down the left side of the car to enter through the front door. It takes me a moment to work out why he’s getting into the passenger side before I remember that Americans drove on the wrong side of the road, making that the driver’s side in the time period’s setting.
The criminal Victor then ignites the vehicles internal combustion engine and drives away.
The screen fades to black and the words ‘Continued in Part Two’ appear.
Tuun turns her head to me and, nervously, asks “What do you think?”
“Well… I’ve been hard so long that I think I might be about to get light headed(!)… Tuun, that was… I think your best one so far! I can’t believe you ever doubted your ability to sell your animation skills! I can’t wait for the second part!” I answer.
She smiles “I’m glad you convinced me to go into commissions… I get such lovely feedback from people… a few complaints about it all being in black and white but… well, my samples make it clear what they’re signing up for… so not that many… it’s a nice little revenue stream…”
I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek “So… you want me to tie you up, now?”
She smiles back “Yes… I’d like that…”
---Tuun’s Perspective---
Victor tears open the period costume I’m wearing, to match the one in the animation.
It took a long time to get it exactly right but, now I have it and have its blueprint saved, I can just repair it in the forge.
He plants his lips on the inside of my left breast and sucks, creating a mouth sized vacuum bruise, just the way I had him do to me in the vid!
His eyes move down to the garterbelt that I wasn’t sure about including and he grins broadly.
“Fuck, baby! That’s hot!!!”
“Really? I was worried it might not appeal… I almost didn’t include it…”
He gives me a crooked, toothbaring smile and says “There is not a being alive who doesn’t at least appreciate the aesthetic of a person in thigh-highs and a garterbelt, babes! Anyone, who ain’t ace, thinks they’re hot as fuck!”
I laugh, pretty sure that’s not true but glad that he, at least, appreciates the period accurate clothing.
His hands move to the collar of my shirt and begin pulling it down over my shoulders, removing it and the suit jacket.
He flips me on my front and, with no medical blade handy, simply snaps my bra straps with his hands before pulling it out from beneath me.
Turning me back over he stops to brush his fingers over my nipples, then plants his mouth on the right one and begins stimulating it with his tongue…
Ever since the changing rooms at school, in Nyr Akureyri, they’re something I’ve hated about myself… but Victor loves them… or at least says he does… well… it’s difficult to hate something about yourself that your partner is so enthusiastic about!
Without removing his mouth from my nipple, or breaking eyecontact, he reaches down and unzips my miniskirt… I hope it’s the right colour… I mean… I selected ‘dark blue’ but… what if it’s not the right dark blue?! Humans can distinguish about a million shades!
I think I was right to go for the Harley Quinn pigtails, rather than the Harleen Quinzel low bun, I think I was right to go for a cropped, leather straitjacket instead of a heavy canvas one but… I mean… how many colour inconsistencies would it take to ruin it for him?
Alright, Tuun, your boyfriend is pulling your skirt out from beneath your arse while licking your nipple… maybe, trust that it’s working well enough for him… you can ask for feedback later(!)
He places his hands on the sides of my hips and runs them down the outsides of my legs.
I feel the rough skin of his hands catch and tug as they pass over the sheer fabric of my stockings.
He’s so fucking warm!
His hands reach my stiletto heels and, playfully, pull them off.
He straightens up and looks, with seeming appreciation, at me, now clad only in stockings, garterbelt and panties.
“Baby, gotta say, it’s takin’ some restraint not to just have you, now(!) If you hadn’t gone to all the effort of printin’ a straitjacket and makin’ an animation to watch, I think I’d be undoin’ my trousers and pushin’ your panties aside, right now(!)”
I giggle “I’m glad it’s doing it for you but, please, control yourself… for the moment at least(!)”
He smiles warmly before his hand moves to the box. He lifts the lid and withdraws the straitjacket, pausing to admire it.
“I keep thinkin’ I’m as excited as I can get… an’ you keep provin’ me wrong, baby!” he smiles.
I grin back, attempting to be seductive.
“Put out your arms!” he commands.
I comply, reaching out my four hands towards the respective arm holes.
He slides the jacket down the length of my upper limbs before slotting the two square openings over my breasts. He cinches my arms, in just the way they were in the animation, then flips me over to fasten it up at the back.
I feel the exhilarating mix of panic and excitement that always comes when he’s restraining me… Of course, I have our safewords but… well, if he decided not to listen… I’m entirely at his mercy, right now…!
He takes out the coils of rope and pauses to run his hands over them “You finally took my advice! You printed ’em coarse!” he smiles.
“Yeah… you were right… the smooth stuff kept coming untied…” I say, a little reluctantly.
His mouth doesn’t say ‘I told you so’… but his eyes do(!)
He bends my right leg and begins lashing my ankle to my thigh with his shibari magic! He leaves a lot of the rope trailing unused at my ankle… I’m sensing he has something planned for that(!)
He repeats the process for my left leg and again, leaves part of the rope unused.
He picks up the ballgag and grins “Open up!”
I open my mouth wide enough to allow the rubber ball past the tips of my canines…
I’ve always been a little apprehensive about gags that aren’t either soft (like cloth) or specifically moulded to my mouth… it would be inconvenient to snap the end off a tooth… this time, I decided to be daring.
He slots it in and fastens it up, deftly.
He runs a hand over my mostly bare stomach, then takes a moment to pull the garterbelt and release it to elastically crack against my skin, causing an “Mmmff!”, more of surprise than pain.
“Now… aren’t you all trussed up like a turkey on Stateser Thanksgivin’(!)… I feel there’s just one thing missin’…” he says, before getting off the bed and making his way to the bondage toybox.
He searches a moment before pulling out a dildo and a vibrator wand, turning back to me and saying “I understand they stuffed their turkeys(!)”with Loki’s own smirk!
He comes back to me and pauses a moment, I’d guess to give me the opportunity to object (which I don’t), before pulling my panties aside and sliding the dildo all the way into me. I moan as it parts my insides to fill me up, just the way he would… which makes sense, given that it was modelled on him(!)
He covers the protruding end back up with my panties before placing the bulb of the vibe against it, and beginning the process of lashing my feet around it such that they hold it in place.
When he’s done, I experimentally attempt to flex my legs to remove the vibe from my pussylips and find it utterly impossible, in the face of Victor’s bondage magic(!)
He takes out his holopad and synchs it to the vibewand.
It hums to life but, torturously, only at the lowest, gentlest setting… it’s really more ticklish, than erogenous, right now… I’m not naïve enough to think that’s how he’ll leave it the whole time, though!
He smirks “There… you’re all ready for Part Two…(!) The only thing remainin’ is for me to get ready(!)” before he begins undressing.
I would definitely be biting my lip, in response to his washboard stomach, but… well my mouth is a little otherwise occupied(!) I’ll have to settle for getting an eyeful as he exposes his muscular chest!
It’s a bit of a shame he doesn’t have those sexy scars any more but… well, given the choice between no scars and no hand… I’d definitely prefer hand and no scars… though, I suppose, there could have been all sorts of sexy functionalities crammed into a cybernetic… NO! Bad Tuun! That’s your boyfriend’s bodily integrity your fantasising about!!!
He drops his trousers revealing the model for the dildo that’s inside me right now. *Mmmff*! How did I ever land a man like him? Is there going to come a point where he realises I’m not good enough for him?
I’m momentarily tortured by the image of him and a gorgeous, Human, replacement girlfriend laughing at me as he breaks up with me… then I shake myself back to the present moment.
He loves you, Tuun! At this point, your doubt of that fact is becoming a little insulting to his integrity(!)
He picks up his holo, crawls past me and I feel him settling himself against the headboard before his, irresistibly strong, hands grasp my shoulders and yank me upward, to rest against him.
He hooks his chin, over my leatherclad shoulder, and I feel his warm breath tickle, as it passes my exposed breasts.
He nestles his enormous cock into the cleft of my arse, warping the thin fabric of my panties to allow it. Í nafni Þórs, that’s hot! Fucking hell, he’s hotdogging me while I’m straitjacketed with a vibe tied between my feet, pressed against a dildo inside me! I can smell how wet I am from here!
He reaches his left arm to place his hand against my stomach, clamping me against his body.
“Let’s start then, shall we?” he whispers into my ear as he flicks the video to play on the wall.
---Victor’s Perspective---
I have the delicious, nutmeggy scent of Tuun’s arousal in my nose as I press her to me, watching the video over her shoulder.
I can feel the low hum of the vibe, through her hips… I’ll play around with it when she’s stopped expecting it…
The scene opens on a 1940’sesque apartment… she clearly used our room as a basis an then filled in all the textures with ones they would have had in the era.
My character is furtively peeking out of the window, around the blinds, as (presumably) period accurate sirens pass by outside.
Tuun’s character, still unconscious and in the same straitjacket bondage she was in last time, has been dumped on the bed.
Seemingly satisfied that the lawenforcers aren’t here for him, my character advances on the bound Dr Tuun.
He leans over her and smacks her cheek, seeming to have the effect of magically waking her from her drugged stupor.
“Hey there, sugar…” he grins, evilly “…nice place you got here!”
The waking Tuun looks confused, for a moment, then panicked, as she frantically looks around (presumably) her apartment.
She takes a deep inhale but, before she can scream, my character’s hand shoots up to her throat, cutting it off.
The index finger of his other hand comes to his lips “Sssshhhshshshshsh! We don’t want to disturb your neighbours, do we…?”
There is a look of abject terror on her face as he releases her throat, allowing her to take a gasping breath.
“So… here’s what’s gonna happen… I’m gonna take that gag out and ask you some questions… you’re gonna answer ’em… truthfully! I think you’re lyin’… or don’t like your answers… you’ll regret it… understand?”
Dr Tuun nods, still clearly terrified.
“Good!” says inmate Taylor before pulling out the gag, to fall at her neck.
“Who lives here with you?” he asks.
“Mr. Taylor, please… I can talk to the… ahh!” she shrieks as he slaps her across the face.
“Who lives here with you?!” he demands.
“No one…?” she asks more than answers.
“Good… you know how not to lie, at least(!)” he smirks.
“How long have you worked at the Asylum?” he interrogates.
“This… this was my first day… I just completed my residency… you were my first patient there…” she answers, seeming like she wants to lie but is too terrified to try.
“Do they have this address?!” asks my character, urgently but with eyes narrowed in appraising suspicion.
There is a long pause before Tuun’s character slumps and says “…No… I’m not on the payroll, yet… that was supposed to happen at the end of my shift…”
Insane Victor smirks manically, seemingly satisfied “That means… Doc, that I’ve got you… all to myself! Ain’t no one gonna come lookin’ for you!… To be clear… that’s somethin’ you should be grateful for… right now, you’re a hostage… if coppers show up… well, you become a meatshield(!)”
I take my attention away from the vid just long enough to play with the vibe settings, from my holopad.
I feel Tuun squirm against me, reflexively, as I swell then ebb the intensity… *mmmff* a single one of my fingers is making her react like that(!)
I’m gonna keep playing with the intensity for the rest of the vid, I think. Ain’t I a brute(!)
My character reaches to her neck to take the ballgag and stuff it, forcefully, back into her mouth.
Her eyes widen pleadingly.
“I feel a little bad for you, Doc… all those years of med school… all those years of residency… they’ve left you quite overqualified for what you are now…” says my character, smugly “… fuckmeat!”
Dr Tuun’s brow furrows in horror as he starts undoing his belt.
I swell the vibe and real life Tuun moans and throws her head back against my shoulder. I kiss her neck and squeeze her stomach.
His hard cock now released, my character rips off her panties and is about to insert himself when he stops “Oh… I nearly forgot!” he reaches to his breast-pocket to retrieve her glasses which he then replaces on her face before saying “I want you to be able to see what’s about to happen to you!”
Placing the tip of his cock against her pussylips, he slowly works his way inside.
I swell the vibe again… I’m pretty sure Tuun orgasms from that. I pull her long, pointed, elf ear to my lips to say “I’m glad you’re enjoyin’ yourself, baby, but… well, don’t wear yourself out(!)”
My character is merciless as he fucks hers.
There’s definitely a bit more focus on him than I would like… I really want to see Dr Tuun’s reaction rather than my own arse rising and dipping from behind… well… I’ve got the real thing… I can enjoy flesh and blood Tuun’s reactions later!
Dr Tuun starts moaning and Inmate Taylor’s hand shoots up to clamp over her mouth.
“Didn’t I say not to disturb your neighbours?!” he asks, angrily, causing a pathetic nod of her head.
“Fuck, sugar! I don’t think I can let you go! Gonna have to take you with me when I make a break for the border! How does the life of a fuckslave moll sound to you?”
Dr Tuun shakes her head desperately, indicating that she is, in fact, not in love with the idea of becoming a fuckslave moll(!)
“Awww! Too bad… too bad you don’t got a choice! I’m gonna take you to Canada, then back to England with me… we’ll have a ton of fun once you’re thousands of miles from help(!)”
Fucking hell! She not only modelled the geopolitical situation of 20th Century Earth, more accurately than I could, she also has my character speaking in outmoded, imperial units! She really did her research!
My character grabs hers by the pigtails, forcing her to look at his face, as he fucks her “You’re mine, bitch! I own you! You’re fuckmeat! A slave! My slave! You’re gonna be my faithful little cumdumpster, until you die, ain’t you!?” Tuun’s character nods pathetically, as tears stream down her cheeks.
I swell the vibe again, maxing it out this time. Real life Tuun’s breathing accelerates and she turns her head to mine. My hand shoots up to grasp her chin and forces her to look back at the fictional world she’s created.
I don’t return my hand to her stomach, instead placing it at her chest, fondling her breasts that she’s, so thoughtfully, left exposed, for me(!)
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so long that you’ll fall in love with me!” declares my character “No other man will feel right inside you, once I’m done!”
Even at the highest heights of Domspace, I have never thought or said that I would fuck her into loving me. The idea grates at my conceptualisation of both love and sex… it… is pretty hot though… if all it took was just a sufficiently good dicking to make a person fall in love… I wonder how that might have affected the course of Human history(!)
My character breaks stroke and takes his hands from her pigtails to release her legs… why’s he releasing her legs?
He grips her ankles and pushes them back, to hook her knees behind her lower shoulderblades. Wow! That’s a lot of flexibility she’s crediting her Doctor self with!… I wonder…?
He lashes her ankles together, behind her head, with one of the coils of rope and, then, turns her over to lash her knees together, utterly preventing her from passing her legs back in front of her.
He then grips the rope between her ankles and lifts her from the bed in a way that, mechanically, only works in animation. With her being more than a third of my weight, it doesn’t matter how strong I am, how strong my character is, I wouldn’t be able to pick her up like that! I would simply overbalance if I tried!
Holding her, like a bag of groceries, he lifts her, from the bed, to press her against the wall, so her juicy pussy is level with his hips.
Maintaining unflinching eyecontact, he reinserts himself.
I swell real life Tuun’s vibe and she whimpers.
I think… I’ll leave it at that intensity… the vibration feels pretty good on my cock, as it’s sandwiched between her arsecheeks.
My character proceeds to fuck hers, against that wall, for around ten straight minutes, before he gasps, enraptured by pleasure and she screams, pathetically, through her gag.
The screen fades to black and the words ‘Three Months Later’ appear.
We sit, in her car, in a snowy Northern forest scene. A sign reading ‘Beecher Falls’ is visible as we are approached by, presumably, BritanoCanadian authorities.
“Passports, Sir…?” requests the man, upon me rolling down the driver’s side window. I hand him two passports and he checks them before saying “Welcome to Canada… Mr and Mrs Taylor…” Tuun and I smile at him before driving over the border.
The screen fades to black before the single word ‘Fin’ appears.
That was a lovely ending… but there’s something I need to ask real life Tuun…
---Tuun’s Perspective---
With the film over, my boyfriend cuts off the vibe and extricates himself from beneath me.
I feel myself, finally, able to uncross my eyes, as I reclaim my mind from the irresistible pleasure that wracked it since he turned the vibe all the way to max!
He fixes me with a serious expression and asks “Can you really put your legs behind your shoulders like that?
Blearily, I nod my head and his mouth breaks into a wide smirk.
He begins untying my legs and tosses the vibewand aside.
My legs, though released from the bondage, are not free as he, overpoweringly, pushes them up to hook them behind me.
Taking the ropes, with which I was just frogtied, he lashes them together behind me.
He grips the front of my panties and yanks them away, utterly destroying them and leaving me with only stockings and a garterbelt for modesty… somehow, I feel less modest than I would fully nude(!)
With his right hand, he grips the base of the dildo he stuffed in me earlier and pulls it all the way out, causing some, fairly overwhelming, sensations.
He lifts me from the bed and presses me against a wall… though, not quite the way I had him do in the animation.
He presses the head of his cock to my soaking, overstimulated pussy and says “Now… I believe, I have to ‘fuck you so hard and so long that you’ll fall in love with me’… so hard that ‘No other man will feel right inside you, once I’m done’, don’t I?”
I nod, pitifully.
I’m already in love with him, of course, no other man would feel right inside me, already! But… I also want him to fuck me as if he’s trying to make that happen!
Make me yours, Victor! Make me your fuckslave moll!
He does…