This choice: You find your thoughts, sluggish, and your situation oddly arousing?! • Go Back...Chapter #7You find your thoughts, sluggish by: milida   As you survey the room and try to decide what to do, you find your thoughts, sluggish, and your dangerous situation oddly arousing?! Then to your horror you again recall the potion Mary had taken prior to you taking her. You guessed it was still coursing through her body, making her or rather you more dull witted, submissive and horny.
Just as you were trying to process all that, to add to your woes you notice you former body slowly awaken. You then heard a loud snort and watch in horror as he rose to his feet. He seemed a giant in size, and his muscles rippled and moved under his outfit. Then, a slow grin spread over his face as he looked down at you, clearly understanding that he was no longer a whore.
He was large and intimidating compared to your small and weak. The two of you couldn't be more diametrically different, but now your roles were reversed. You sensed the mans new confidence and condescending amusement and it made you feel even less in control if that were possible. You nervously gulped thinking he was so big.
"The door was not locked" Mary then brightly pointed out "You could've easily escaped, and gone to the Whip Mistress" He then smirked and added "But you didn't want to, did you, slut? No. You just lay there, knowing your fate."
You shook your head, realizing too late that you could have escaped as you tried to back away. In horror you tried to ponder why you hadn't she? Not for the reasons he suggested surely! You rationalized that even if you had left the room there was no guarantee the Whip Mistress would have helped. Who knows she might even be responsible for this strange swap.
Before you had any chance for further reflection, Mary somewhat ruthlessly, slid his finger down your belly, tracing a line down your pelvis to the tip of your new clitoris.
Your eyes widened in shock, surprise, fear, titillated pleasure, denial, protest, wonder and paralyzed confusion. Your legs widened involuntarily. Your blasted skin was so damned sensitive. Your mouth was dry and you felt like might jump out of your skin.
Mary's touch was like fire, igniting the blood and pulse beneath your skin. You felt as if every inch of your skin was reaching out to meet his finger and capture the sensations. The tracing of the patterns was an odd tickling, the pleasure of the touch...and then he slipped the tips of his fingers into you.
"Oh god..." you moaned, losing yourself in his ministrations. His fingers pulled back, a slick-sound followed by an odd pop. The sound of his fingers sliding out of you was acutely loud from your perspective, accompanied by a surge of lust that made your body shudder and tremble. It felt too good. Like a drug that you could not get enough of.
Mary chuckled then asked
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