General RP Down the rabbit hole....(Tina and Snipehunt)

For a professional man, Cynthia thought, he was disgusting and very manipulative. He got all the pleasure he wanted from her and then denied her any of the same....if anything else, she was pun used by pain impulses when she got too close to an orgasm. She had heard of various forms of orgasm control and denial but this was worse.

She was forced to stand and turn around, cupping her hands under her breasts. She did feel like a doll, an inanimate object that could be bent in any way and used however it's owner wished.

But the worse humiliation was yet to come.
As he spoke about wanting to watch her pleasure herself, she found her legs opening and her right arm going down, lower and lower.
"Stop it!," she cried....."pl...please make it stop...."

She fought, trying to stop and pull her arm away but the implants were, as usual, in complete control. As if watching from an outside window, Cynthia was amazed to see her slip a finger inside her pussy, then another. Soon she was masturbating, softly moaning. She couldn't stop herself, couldn't pull her own fingers out of her vagina.....she was putting on some kind of sick show for this man.
 
Vincent had considered seeing if she would go through with it herself... but had to remind himself with the reality of the situation. Cynthia would not bend easily, at least not without some manner of force. A touch disappointing, but he was willing to overlook quite a bit of sass considering her body had taken so well to the changes.

The man leaned back against the cold tile wall and waited patiently for the motors inside her to force her into position. She could struggle, but it was useless. Smiling, he made a point to hold the remote up where she could see it as he began to manipulate the vibration settings. The more she got into the rhythm of touching herself, the harder the implants would buzz in encouragement... at least until the woman seemed nearing an orgasm, where they would shut off entirely, leaving her body without its unnatural pleasure.

All the while, he grinned at her patiently, enjoying the show but seemingly unaffected.
 
Cynthia contin ued to masturbate for what seemed like an hour, the implants buried deep in her vagina firing. She was moaning louder now, loud enough she was afraid he might silence her again. If there was any advantage of the implants, it was that it made it easier to fuck herself at speeds not usually witnessed. Her fingers dug into her faster until they almost became a blur.

"St......stop me," she begged, almost crying....."Pl...please....."
She knew even without experience that a massive, toe curling orgasm would soon hit her like a brick. She hated him for controlling her like that but at least she would get one hell of a reward.

But just as she got to the sexual plateau and was about to have the first orgasm......nothing. The implants turned off and she was left utterly frustrated. Cynthia stood there crying.

"YOU......." she sobbed...."You promised I would get to cum, that I'd have an orgasm....you tricked me!"
 
Vincent gave a cruel smile back down at her. "You did ask me to stop you, if you recall." He pointed out, gesturing down at her with the remote.

"Besides... You seem so upset by the mere idea of sex, I thought I was doing you a favor. Why would you want to do such a thing anyway?" He shrugged his shoulders, then tapped a button. Her hand would start moving again, but this time without the benefit of the vibrators, leaving Cynthia to toy with her sensitive body at just slow of a pace to edge her. "Learn to use your words more carefully, or else I'll take the privilege from you entirely, Cynthia."
 
So......he not only trapped her medically but by her own words as well....there was no victory with this man.

"Th----this is a new body for me," she explained....."I don't know what to do and you control every move I make, so I'm afraid of saying the wrong things....I'm sorry...."

She stood there and a minute later her hand moved down once more, with the doctor almost gleefully watching the show.
"Oh God," she said...."your'e making me do it again...."
Cynthia slipped two fingers inside and began masturbating once more. In and out they went but at a much slower pace. He had no intention of letting her cum and would deny her precious orgasm until he felt she was trained better.

Cynthia moaned as she got closer and closer but no orgasm in sight.
"Please, oh pleeeeeese," she begged....."If your'e gonna keep me fingering myself, please let me cum?"
 
"Not afraid enough, apparently..." Vincent muttered under his breath with an annoyed sigh.

Turning his face quickly back to smug, he chuckled, weighing the possibility of denying her again. It wasn't as though he needed to do anything to her if he actually wanted her to orgasm, the implants could easily buzz her into an intense one in practically no time at all... but why do that so soon?

He didn't move, letting her stew there on the floor for minutes. He even pulled his phone from his pocket to check it, before in a fit of indecisiveness finally ramping the vibrations up to tip her over.

Pulling a bored look onto his handsome face, he turned away and twisted the remote, giving her very little time to enjoy her first orgasm before he had her on her feet to find her clothes. Or, well. It was a red string bikini, jeans, and extremely tall platform heels. "Get dressed. And hurry, or I'll make you do it myself."
 
Denying Cynthia the need to cum and orgasm over and over was the perfect method of breaking her. The constant edging, bringing her again and again to the point of sweet release only to deny her at the end was driving her insane. Even if she didn't want sex---by masturbation or with him-----her new body was after all female, and even if she didn't want any of it, her body could be manipulated, with or without implants.

Her pleas were answered as she was forced to masturbate again and she felt that sensation once more....a warmth building up, a tingling...but this time it didn't stop. She howled as the orgasm hit her, sending her to the floor, nectar dripping from her pussy. It was her first real orgasm as a woman.

Cynthia didn't have time to relish in the feeling. She felt her legs forcing her to stand. Still softly moaning, she stiffly walked to a closet and put on the clothes he had set aside for her to wear. The bikini outfit felt almost erotic as she slid the bottoms up over her now hairless legs. She gazed at the top as her arms did all the work, leaving her feeling almost brainless as she dressed herself without 'being there'.FB_IMG_1770618494499.jpg
 
Vincent shuddered as he listened to her ride through her first orgasm. Grinning, he waited until she was busy tying back her bikini top to approach. Even now with her new heels, the doctor still lowered over her petite frame, and allowed him to lean into her back. His hands raised to her chest, mashing her breasts together.

"See how much better it feels when you obey me? Does this mean you're going to play nice, now?"
 
Cynthia felt like she was on display, the doctor watching her as she tied the strings on the bikini like a motorized Barbie doll, which basically was what she was. She watched herself as she put on the rest of the clothes as she felt him go behind her, arms around her to fondle her,

"I......I don't know if I'm obeying you," she replied. She wasn't being sarcastic, but factual. "your'e making me do all of this, I'm just watching my body move.....but thank you for giving me my first orgasm."

Her arms dropped to the side as she stood, as if being inspected. It still felt strange to do all this moving without her own brain telling her legs and arms to operate by themselves. As long as the doctor had sole posession of the remote, he controlled her totally.....the only way she could escape would be to somehow get hold of that damn remote,,,,and she planned to eventually do so.

"I'm......I'm ready," she said....
 
Vincent squeezed her, rolling his thumbs over where her nipples rested beneath the material. "I am just helping your body learn it's purpose. With time, it will become second nature to you." He explained, before pulling back.

He rummaged through his pockets, until he found a plain black leather collar and wrapped it around her throat tightly, then clipped a long leash to it. A few steps back, and soon he yanked, timing a buzz in her nipples with the pull at her throat. "On your knees." He ordered, shutting her mouth but otherwise not using the remote. "Good brides crawl wherever they are needed. And you want to be good now, don't you...?" He asked, waiting to see if she would comply. If she didn't, he'd make her crawl himself.
 
"Wh....what are you putting on me?," she asked.....he didn't reply as the black leather collar was secured around her neck, a metal ring in front. She stood motionless as he clipped what could only be a leash to the ring and pulled. She tried dto protest but once again, her jaws locked together and her lips sealed themselves shut.

She felt a sensation in her nipples....not pleasurable, just a small amount of pain to remind her to obey, with the promise of more pain if she didn't cooperate.
This time she dropped to her knees without being forced.

"Mmmmmmph," she replied.
 
Vincent's eyebrows rose, he'd impressed her. "Good girl. I knew you'd learn eventually."

He switched the sensation in her chest to something more pleasant, a rhythm that would pulse with every step. He pulled the leash taut again. "You will follow at my heel when in public. Now, come. It's a long walk to your new home."
 
Cynthia tried again to speak but her mouth was still sealed shut. He made sure her tits, especially her nipples were kept aroused with low frequency vibrations.
As they approached the front door, Cynthia wondered if she should yell for help if and when he released her mouth but decided against it....she had already experienced pain and was in no hurry to feel it again.

She dropped to all fours....walking in heels would be difficult for someone that had no experience but in Cynthia's case it was worse....she was forced to crawl on all fours with heels!

They went outside and she blinked from the sunlight. At first, she hesitated due to embarrassment, initially refusing to crawl voluntarily. But the implants kicked in, forcing her to get on all fours and obediently follow her owner
 
Vincent waited, but he was only so patient. Instead, he forced her forward with the remote and began to walk. The air outside was warm, and thr air was still which was a blessing... but the people glanced at Cynthia in utter confusion when they passed. The doctor paid them no mind, the connections he held meant he could get away with quite a lot, even in broad daylight... so fine, let them stare.

In fact... he smirked as he played with the button, letting Cynthia's implants buzz more enticingly as they walked, each part pulsing in a maddening rhythm, until theu reached the door to an impressive townhouse.
 
Cynthia tried again to speak but her mouth was still sealed shut. He made sure her tits, especially her nipples were kept aroused with low frequency vibrations.
As they approached the front door, Cynthia wondered if she should yell for help if and when he released her mouth but decided against it....she had already experienced pain and was in no hurry to feel it again.

She dropped to all fours....walking in heels would be difficult for someone that had no experience but in Cynthia's case it was worse....she was forced to crawl on all fours with heels!

They went outside and she blinked from the sunlight. At first, she hesitated due to embarrassment, initially refusing to crawl voluntarily, but the implants forced her to move forward, her tits swaying in the barely held bikini top. She tried to stare straight ahead but she heard people laughing whispering and from the corner of her eyes, she caught them pointing and staring....it was the worst humiliation she had ever been put in.
 
For the whole walk, her torturer said nothing. He merely made sure his new creation kept pace with him, shocking her if she so much as slowed, and ignored the other pedestrians.

Eventually, he made it to the door of his townhouse, unlocked it, and yanked her into a luxurious home. A maid was waiting, bowed, and greeted the master of the house, before a cute blush spread on her face as she looked down at Cynthia.

Locking the door, he glanced at her, waiting until they were in the privacy of the home to unlock her mouth and set her standing. "Bride, you will greet my servant, be polite to your equals."
 
The walk was pure horror, not from the occasional shocks Cynthia was given as she crawled ---the implants made sure she crawled at the pace he wanted anyway --but from the stares and whispers from the onlookers.

Thank God they finally arrived. Once inside she saw a cute girl that turned out to be his maid. Cynthia wondered if he might demand to see them have sex.
She was finally able to get up and her mouth unlocked.

"I'm.... Cynthia," she said...."I'm his....well, bride to be..."
 
The maid pressed down her extremely floofy skirt at the front. There was a thick metal collar around her throat, one that blinked with a red light. "It is an honor to meet my master's betrothed." She said quickly, then curtsied awkwardly, her eyes darting to the doctor.

Vincent smirked at his servant, pulling Cynthia's leash before handing the end to the woman. "From now on, you will obey every command from this maid as if I spoke it to you." He said, then wandered to an expensive sofa to sit and watch the two lazily. "Maid. You will teach this bride to pleasure you." He said, then snapped his fingers.

The maid whimpered, flinching as her collar sparked her throat, making her thighs clench despite the pain. "Yes, master." She gasped, then pulled the leash. "On your knees." Her cute voice shook as she took a hand to her skirt, lifting it to reveal white panties. "Take my panties off and kiss it, bride."

The doctor chuckled. "Have you ever given a woman oral, in your old life , Cynthia~?"

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'Her Master's bethroed...'
it made Cynthia want to laugh. Some marriage THIS will turn out to be!...literally a forced marriage, her mouth sealed shut, being forced to walk down the aisle....what the hell kind of wedding will this be like? and now, here she was in the man's house where she was expected to live out her new life as a woman----HIS woman.

Cynthia could tell something was slightly off by the way the maid winced. The dark haired girl already had the end of Cynthia's leash in her hands but when he told her to teach his bride, something happened.....did the little light on the girl's collar suddenly blink? Like herself, was the maid somehow under the man's electronic control?

Cynthia decided to cooperate with the maid to make sure the girl didn't get punished. The way the girl ordered her with some trembling in her voice, told Cynthia the maid wasn't used to giving orders, maybe not experienced in sex.

"Yes Miss," Cynthia replied. Was this about to be lesbian sex? Cynthia was a brand new woman, still unsure of her new body. How would it react being with this girl?

The maids panties has just a slight whiff of perfume, mixed with her natural aroma. Cynthia slowly and gently took hold of the panties and slid them down and off. She had to admit, the girl had a beautiful pussy. Was Cynthia seeing it as a woman or was her still male mind looking at it differently?

"I ate my girlfriend," she replied....."But this is different...."
"I'm new at this," she whispered to the maid...."new with lesbian sex and new at being a woman....your Master literally made me....I hope I can please you...."

Cynthia cautiously separated the girl's folds with her fingers and slowly inserted her tongue.
 
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