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The Pink n Prissy Collective and all their captions (and storyline reboots...) are on my index page.
Grace sat swaddled in the oversized hoodie alone in her room in the house shared by the members of the Pink n Prissy Collective. It had been six months since her friends had rescued her but time as the monstrous Kirsten’s personal plaything still haunted her. Hiding her body behind baggy clothes, she hid inside a shadow of her former self. There was a soft knock on her door and Josie, Charlotte, Terri and Cassie, the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective, appeared in its frame. Terri, the group’s tech guru, was holding a laptop.
“We’ve got a surprise for you!” Charlotte skipped into the room and the four girls planted themselves on Grace’s bed. The computer screen was open to an app called Mugshot and Charlotte spotted Grace’s confusion. “It’s a new face-to-face video chat app. It launched while you were…away. It has lots of features that I am sure you will get used to over time.” She nodded to Terri who was in the process of setting up a call with a user named Emi_theShark.
“Don’t worry, she’s not scary,” Cassie soothed, “well, I guess she is…just not to us. To us she is sweet! She’s kind of like our idol!” The videocall connected and the laptop screen was filled by the face of an attractive yet powerful looking woman with long bangs framing a pair of startling eyes. Grace noticed with surprise that a shiny latex top rose all the way over her throat.
“Hey, you guys!” Emi greeted them cheerfully. “And I suppose this is Grace?” She sipped a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. “Is she ready for my gift?” Emi appeared to adjust her screen so that the girls could see a wider angle of her room and Grace gasped. Emi was sat at a large extendable dining table with a hole that someone had added between two of the slats. A fully encased black latex head was trapped by the hole – the only visible parts of its occupant a pair of pink painted lips and a set of piercing eyes.
“Kirsten…” Grace whispered in disbelief. “But how?!”
“There’s always a bigger fish, kid!” Emi grinned. “And then there are sharks!” She shared a link across the chat and Terri opened what looked like an OnlyFemmes profile belonging to Emi. The page showed numerous video feeds of different figures in various arrangements of bondage and Terri clicked the newest post at the top. The screen now displayed a wide angle view of Kirsten’s predicament and the girls could see that the rest of her body below the table was also clad in seamless black latex and strapped in place with leather and metal clasps. “I have set you up as my newest subscriber, so let me show you how this works,” Emi explained. “Our ‘big fish’ here is equipped with a selection of my toys that can be activated by the subscribers’ keyboard. ‘N’ is of course nipples. Give it a try!” Grace tentatively pressed the keyboard and watched as her former tormentor gave an uncharacteristic squeal.
“’A’ is Cassie’s favourite,” Terri chided her friend who was known to have a buttplug in her bedside drawer, and pushed the corresponding key. This time Kirsten gave a yelp and jumped up, banging her shoulders on the underside of the table.
“Finally, most of my guests are male,” Emi continued, “so ‘C’ is usually to activate the toy attached to their cock. “But, unintentionally, I think it still works!” Grace pressed the ‘C’ key and within a few seconds, Kirsten’s eyes started to roll back into her latex clad head. When she removed her finger, the eyes returned with a clear film of shame at the degradation she was enduring. “I agree,” Emi nodded, “use that one sparingly.”
“Grace, we are so glad to have you back!” Josie the leader of the Pink n Prissy Collective took her hand. “I know we can’t take back what Kirsten did to you, but I sure hope this helps get your confidence back. There are a lot of boys out there – and we need your help to feminise them all!”
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