Chick Roulette

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Louis didn’t even bother putting his dick back in his pants as the scrolling symbol on the screen signalled Mugshot was finding another random member to connect with. The trick was keeping whatever unsuspecting chick it partnered him with online long enough to get a few strokes off. If he was very lucky, they would be the kind of wild slut who already had their tits out. Whoever was the other side of his screen when he finally shot his load, won the jackpot.

Louis was using the roulette function of the popular video chat platform ‘Mugshot’. Users were paired up randomly in a kind of digital speed dating until either party elected to move to the next person. To Louis’s disdain, this was almost always quicker than his exhibitionist tendencies wanted.

The scrolling circle disappeared and a username appeared in the top right of the screen – Delilah101. A gorgeous blonde girl appeared before him and Louis began to jerk off furiously.

“Well, hello there, SlutSlayer69,” she winked flirtatiously. “Aren’t you an eager beaver?” She placed one long pink fingernail between her teeth and Louis braced himself to glaze his keyboard. But, moments before lift-off, the recipient of his lust gestured her hand from right to left, the Mugshot prompt to move to the next connection. However, Delilah didn’t disappear from the screen. Instead, the scroll wheel appeared over the image in the bottom left – the insert that showed Louis’s webcam. When an image returned, it no longer showed him grasping his erect cock, but rather a blonde bimbo bursting with silicone encased in a fishnet bodysuit. “That’s better!” Delilah winked, and then she too disappeared.

“Whoa!! Nice rack!!” The hill-billy on the screen exclaimed and Louis’s mouth dropped open in surprise. The swollen pout of the babe in the corner of the screen also widened and he realised he was no longer gripping his stiff cock. He glanced down at his now flat crotch covered by a flimsy pair of red panties. A belly button piercing winked at him from just above them. Using a shaking manicured hand, he waved to dismiss the red-neck, only for him to be replaced to by an equally leery neck-beard with three chins. Shame washed through him and his hands shot up to cover the quivering jugs on his chest.

When he swiped again, he found himself doing so over and over as each drooling horny guy was replaced by an equally gross alternative. The few female pairings he got snorted and swiped themselves to send him to a new partner. Panic surged within him. He had to find Delilah again. Just when things started to feel hopeless, a DM popped up from the toolbar. “If you want your little friend back, I suggest you give some of these punters what they came for!”.

Louis grunted in self-disgust but when the next man appeared on his screen, he obediently grabbed both of his breasts and massaged them clumsily. And when directed to do so, he slipped one of his long fingernails into his panties and began to softly stroke himself. Any arousal he felt completely dissipated on seeing the guy shoot his load, but he was quickly replaced by another guy and another set of humiliating instructions. Over the next two hours, Louis performed stripteases, simulated blowjobs on a cucumber, rubbed oil on himself and even spread his ass-cheeks wide apart as guy after guy came over the human embodiment of a wet-dream Delilah had turned him into.

“I guess you’ve earned this!” At last Delilah101 returned to his screen. She swiped once more and both the main screen and the webcam insert showed the scrolling logo. Even before the image returned, Louis felt the comforting sensation of his penis in his fist.

“Holy shit! A hot shemale!!” His new partner gasped as Louis stared at his throbbing dick poking out from a hole in the fishnet bodysuit.

What the Hell Happened to Hugo? (Not an Exact Séance)

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“So?” Hugo took another step along the cracked tiled corridor before stumbling awkwardly once again in the leather six-inch heels. “Do you think it could be somewhere around here?” He asked. “Any of this look familiar?”

“How should I know?” The voice in his head scowled. “It's your stupid house – is it too much to ask that you walk around it without falling over and making me look like an invalid?” Hugo winced at the scathing female hiss in spite of its incorporeality. “And, by the way,” it continued, “this might be your stupid house, but that is still my body...in spite of everything. I would appreciate it if you didn't dress me as a complete slut every time you take me out!”

“Huh?” Hugo dropped the woman's delicate chin in confusion and stared down at the vinyl dress he had spent twenty minutes squeezing his adopted body into that morning. It's sheen was as alien to him as the soft female skin with the strange drawings on it that he also now wore. “Madam,”he prompted, “I do apologise, but I have been dead 300 years. I have never seen anything like this shiny material before in my life or death. I just assumed it was a modern luxury, not as it seems, a symbol of promiscuity. May I ask, why do you own it if it brings you such shame?”

“I am not ashamed of it!” The voice snapped with venom. “It is for...special occasions – certainly not for 500-year-old dead dudes to play dress-up in their favourite haunted house.” Her tone was shrill – sounding out all of the eight years she had been trapped as a passenger in her own body after a Halloween séance had gone awry. “Look, let's focus, shall we? When I summoned you, I read from an old piece of parchment. There was another stanza on that document and I dropped it somewhere in your stupid house. Finding that parchment could be the key to me getting my body back and you returning to the after...hey! Would you kindly stop playing with my tits!?”

“I apologise, Madam,” Hugo stammered. “But they really are majestic. In my day, sculptors would have travelled from far and wide to capture them in clay. You would have been quite the attraction.”

“I am not an attraction!” The voice pouted. “And while we are on the subject, could you please stop with the masturbating? I might not be able to feel it, but it is still humiliating. It is still my freaking body.”

“Madam, again I apologise.” Hugo protested. “I now realise that doing it in the market was an error. I truly did not intend to alert those guards. Would now be a more appropriate time? I do think it might help stimulate our memories.” Fighting to hide his excitement, Hugo pushed his slender fingers under the top of his latex panties and closed his eyes.  

Space Booty Part 3

“Okay, so let's go over the plan?” Captain John Broad looked conspiratorially at Kara his First Mate. They were stood in the corridor outside the captain's quarters that was now being claimed by the pirates as their own. “I go in there, distract them with my...charms...maybe dance a little, get naked...and then what? Snatch one of their phasers? Slit their throats? Grab the keys to their vessel and run for it? Or will you and Ally burst in when they least expect it?”

“May I suggest reverse space cowgirl?” Kara grinned as what was once her captain stared back blankly. “I mean, it's great for getting nice and deep and the reduced gravity will mean those big strong pirate men will have no problems bouncing you up and down like a beach ball on Pluto. If you think you were horny in the cargo hold, trust me, you are in for a treat. Although, I suppose I am not sure where that new pussy actually leads to...but I can make an educated guess...”

“You mean...?” John looked back at her in horror – a pair of bunny ears flopped pathetically atop his tangled hair. Kara and Ally had spent the last half an hour preparing him for their plan – one which the captain had assumed had involved their escape. They had dressed him from a menagerie of outfits in a crate that had accompanied the bodysuits in the hold, and intentionally selected the most demeaning, humiliating one they could find – a skimpy latex bra and thong set complete with a translucent excuse for a skirt. The captain turned to face her, his eyes hard and his breasts floating around in their flimsy cups in the reduced gravity. “You ungrateful bitch...after everything I have done for you... Well, if you think I am just going to go in there and debase myself, you...”

“Oh?” Kara raised an eyebrow as she produced a tiny device from her pocket. She smirked as the captain's sentence trailed off into a long orgasmic scream. The bodysuit was state-of-the-art and its perks were near instant. Just one click of the key-fob and there was sweat on his brow, a tremble in his lips and a buckle in his knees. She clicked it once more for good measure and the voluptuous creature in the bunny ears had to steady herself on the ship's wall while grunting like a pig. “I take it your resistance is already broken,” the First Mate nodded. “Good thing too – the pirates are sparing us and our ship and taking you instead. We've assured them that you can satisfy their every need, and if you can't, they've got plenty of these things.” She pressed the device again and the captain's body bucked wildly – his hands clamoured desperately for the crotch of the bodysuit but they shook so much with ecstasy he couldn't part the slit in the crotchless panties. “You told me I had to sleep with the captain to get ahead,” Kara shook her head, “and that's what I did... But now it looks like it is your turn...only you have two captains to please. And if I were you, I really would try to please them. If you don't, you will probably find yourself sold to some space brothel in the outer colonies. So...” Kara opened the door to the captain's quarters with one hand and clicked the device once more. John doubled over with a loud moan as his First Mate spanked him hard across his bare ass and pushed him inside. “Go get 'em, Tiger!”

 

Space Booty Part 2

 

Captain John Broad stood trembling in the dark for what seemed like hours while pirates plundered his ship. His feet throbbed atop the towered silver boots and in spite of the synthetic skin covering every inch of his body, he felt naked in the latex mini-dress. It was as if it was his own skin on show, his breasts pressed down by the vinyl material. He even felt weaker as if the bodysuit had somehow cast upon him the strength of the delicate space whore to match his appearance. He dared not move but curiosity gnawed at him. Did this thing have a pussy? These things were sex-toys, right? Presumably they were fully functional... Unable to resist any longer, he slipped a delicate hand under the hem of the dress.

The moment his fingers touched the smoothness between his legs, a shot of electricity rippled through his body. It was like licking a nuclear battery...with his dick! His eyes rolls back in his head and the nipples of his new breasts instantly went as hard as icecaps. What the actual hell?! Even as the sensation started to fade, he found himself reaching once more for his synthetic clitoris and a volcano erupted inside him. All sense left his mind and he pulled the skintight outfit over his head to get uninhibited access to his borrowed sex organ. “Ohhh fuck me!!” He moaned loudly.

The doors to the cargo hold shot open to reveal the First Mate and the Navigator flanked by four enormous men painted with glowing tattoos holding phasers. They surveyed the contents of the hold with unimpressed faces. “Sex dolls?!” One of them snorted. “Is everything on this ship worthless? You don't even have a captain we can ransom over to the space authority... Good thing you two aren't bad looking or this would be a complete waste of time.” He brushed the cheek of Ally the Navigator affectionately with one of his huge hands.

“Wait!” Pleaded the First Mate with desperation in her voice. “They aren't just sex dolls. They are highly sophisticated companion robots for long journeys into deep space. They are 100% compliant and can take care of all your needs. Watch this!” She grabbed a latex negligee from an open box and threw in front of where the captain stood naked, prone and terrified. “Number 24689, clothe yourself!” She commanded with cold authority as if talking to a machine. Captain Broad tried to comply with rigid obedience but the outfit was tight and inflexible. Finally, after minutes of stretching and pulling it was on his sore body and he sat cross-legged on a stool just inside the room. The rubbing of the struggle had once more incited the fire inside his loins and a soft groan escaped his lips.

“I see...” The lead pirate chuckled with clear interest, watching the panting Captain struggle to keep his hands from between his legs whilst perched on his seat. “And are they all like this?”

“They are,” nodded the Kara sagely, “but this one is fully calibrated and more than capable of satisfying all of your wildest dreams!”

Space Booty Part 1

 This is a three part commission for DeviantArt

The irony of the phallic shape of the space rocket SS Invader was not something lost on the ship's Captain John Broad. A merchant vessel by design, it traversed the galaxy carrying the captain, his small crew of two and their contraband cargo of bootleg toys. Captain Broad was the only male passenger of the small space faring ship as being overpowered by a mutinous crew was not something he wanted to contend with and in deep space.

“All quiet on the Western front?” He barked at Ally the Navigator as he passed her in one of the ships corridors, pausing to leer at her chest. Decreased gravity did wondrous things to breasts. The girl was slender and top heavy and he knew she was bright beyond her rank – not that it would help her career much if she continued to refuse to sleep with him. “I trust we are on course to reach Port Malice on schedule with no delays? It's not exactly Times Square out there in this part of the solar system.”

“Actually,” the Navigator checked an electronic screen on her wrist, “it seems we have hit something of a distraction. There is a small craft out there with their SOS beacon lit up. They're asking to board and bartering for fuel to get them to the next way station.”

“Captain!” Kara, his red faced first mate thundered into the corridor. She was pretty but dull witted and owed her rank to the fact that unlike Ally the Navigator, she had agreed to screw him. “It was a trap! We're being boarded! Pirates!”

“Pirates?” Captain Broad's face went white. He had heard plenty of stories of ranking officers being forced out of airlocks into deep space. “They can't find me! You need to hide me!” The two women seemed to freeze before him. “That's an order!” He yelled. Kara reacting quickest, grabbing his hand and leading him in the direction of the cargo hold away from the rocket's airlock. When they reached the hold door, his subordinate entered a code and the door open with a hiss. Countless humanoid figures stood before them. “Sex-dolls?!” The Captain cried with disbelief. “What am supposed to do with them?”

“They aren't sex-dolls,” the First Mate explained. “They are bodysuits. They are quite popular with the kinkier lifeforms in the galaxy. But more importantly, you can hide inside one while we figure out an escape route for you.” John hesitated for only a second before starting to strip off his clothes. The bodysuit fit him like a glove, sucking at his skin with almost vacuum like force to the extent the synthetic material felt like part of his body. Finally, he stood up and threw the long hair of the bodysuit behind his shoulders, struggling to balance in the high-heeled silver thigh-high boots. A latex mini-dress clung to his freshly borrowed curves and he had to brace himself with both hands on the hold walls to contain the overwhelming new sensations washing threw his body as a result of the device that now enveloped him. “Hold tight!” Kara's eyes were almost popped out of her head as she looked him up and down. “We will get you out of this! Just stay here and keep quiet! You don't want pirates to find you looking like that!”

Content and Contentment

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Matty glared at his tablet screen with disgust. One of the OnlyFemmes chicks he subscribed to was a guy!? What the hell?! Is was called OnlyFEMMES for a reason?! Not only that, she…he had put some kind of bounty up asking for people to sissify him. Matty took one last look at the most recent post and wanted to throw up. Sissify…that?! Why not hire someone to paint the sun yellow too…

He quickly unsubscribed and thought about all the times he had jerked off to that profile as bile curdled in his stomach. He needed to act fast to top up his masculinity and now he had an empty spot in his roster of digital side-chicks.

Quickly, he pulled up the chart of most popular creators and pulled up the highest ranking one he wasn’t already following. A profile for a girl simply known as “Emi” filled the screen and the image of an elegant latex clad beauty with severe bangs splashed across the top. All other pictures on the profile were greyed out until you subscribed so Matty was unable to tell precisely what kind of content she produced, but already he was enthralled by her swanlike grace and powerful slender figure. He pressed subscribe and was presented with two options - $8 “Be a voyeur”, $10 “Emi will make you Content”. It was a no-brainer, he thought selecting the second option. As his membership status changed to Pending, he turned his tablet off wondering just how content the content Emi made him would make him.

Matty didn’t have to wait long to find out. He awoke in the early hours of the following morning to find himself completely naked and his bedsheets pulled back. A latex gloved hand fondled his exposed cock, squeezing gently to bring him around. “What the f…” he groaned groggily, his eyes following the rubber arm gleaming in the moonlight up to a sternly framed yet gorgeous face. “You…” he was cut off as the hand suddenly tightened its grip turning his words into a yelp. Its partner appeared from the darkness and snapped something metal around Matty’s genitals.

Things moved quickly after that. Matty immediately recognised the intruder as the woman he had admired from his tablet screen the previous day and his body tried to respond in kind, yet his budding erection was thwarted by the confines of its cage. Emi had set up a camera tripod and opened a small black trunk. His heart hammered as he realised what “Emi will make you content” had really meant. When he opened his mouth to protest, Emi calmly pulled out a small keyfob and pressed it. White hot electricity shot out of the device between his legs, instantly silencing him.

Matty was powerless as Emi removed items from the trunk and forced him to put them on. Anything less than complete obedience was countered with pain. First came a pair of white satin panties that hugged his stinging testicles like clouds. Next came a French Maid’s outfit that fit him like a glove and an extra high pair of stiletto heels. Emi took her time carefully applying makeup and dressing his hair up with a ribbon, sparking him every time he moved or caused her to make a mistake.

When her work was finally complete, Emi looked around the room. Appearing satisfied, she removed the camera from its tripod and used a suction mount to attach it to the ceiling in the corner of the room. She turned, her trunk held under one latex clad arm, blew Matty a kiss and left.

Exhausted from all the zapping of his tortured genitals, Matty scooted on his backside to rest against the sofa and look up at the camera. He had a nasty feeling what those greyed out images on Emi’s OnlyFemmes page would show paying subscribers. He also wondered if the paying ‘voyeurs’ had any kind of access to the device cradling his crotch. Nausea washed though him as he remembered he had paid for a six-month subscription. Six months of this?! He kicked off the heels in frustration and white heat enveloped his genitals.

What the Hell Happened to...? (Over My Dead Body)

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She found me after the funeral. I’d been pretending to mourn beside people who would never guess the truth, when I felt her hand — dry, soft, and deliberate — rest on my shoulder. “You wear it well,” she said, her breath faintly sweet, like decayed fruit. I dumbly looked down at my black latex dress – Dana's black latex dress.

I wanted to run, but Dana’s legs betrayed me, rooted to the spot as if they remembered her better than I did. “You did this to me,” I hissed.

The old woman smiled. “I saved you. You were dying without purpose, so I gave you a new home. You should be thanking me.”

I almost laughed, but the sound caught in my throat. “You put me in her. She murdered me.”

Her eyes glittered. “And yet here you stand, breathing through the hands that ended your life. A perfect circle. A second chance. But the circle must close again, when the time comes.”

Before I could ask what she meant, she turned and slipped into the mist like a wisp of ash, leaving the scent of damp earth behind her.

That night I dreamt of my body — or rather, the one that used to be mine — clawing at the inside of its coffin. The sound was muffled, desperate, rhythmic, like fingernails on wet wood. When I woke, the sheets were torn and my hands bled. The soft curves of my new body were wet with perspiration under a pair of Dana's silk pyjamas. How could I possibly go on like this?

I didn’t dare sleep again. I padded into the bathroom where I had removed the mirror, as I had done with every other reflective surface in the apartment. I couldn't bear to catch sight of myself from the corner of my eye. Every time I had, that moment where Dana had bore down on me knife in hand flashed in the back of my skull. However, I did have a sliver of silver that I kept handy for when the curiosity got too much. Such as now.

Dana’s reflection looked back, a face full of makeup that I had not bothered to wash off after the funeral, her features twitching as if she were trying to wake up beneath my skin. I whispered, “Are you still in there?” The glossy red lips in the mirror curled into a smile that wasn’t mine.

Now I understand what the old woman meant. Salvation was never about saving the soul. It was about recycling it.

And I can feel her coming back — clawing her way up to finish what she started – but not from the dirt, from inside of me...