VRX 9000: Sex Games / Decline; You want out of this now.

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VRX 9000: Sex Games

My Roomate's Pet: Jennifer's Story

Part 1: Initial Reactions

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The Story:

You take one look at her feet dangling in front of you and you already know there is no way you are going to do that. Even this drunk you know Olivia has taken too many liberties with you already, you are not about to let her do more. The only reason you let her do anything to you earlier is that you are so damned horny. She has the damned dog collar on you that you can't take off and you want to cum so badly you can't stand it. And of course Olivia has the nerve to look so fucking hot during the whole thing you can hardly resist her. You are not a lesbian, you are not! You feel like you don't believe it yourself as your drunken mind says it again and again. Summoning up your courage you surprise Olivia by suddenly pulling away yanking the leash from her and stand back up, if a little shakily. "I'm not doing that. We are done now. Take this off!" You demand swaying drunkenly before grabbing and yanking at your collar to no avail. The thing is thick and tough and you can immediately tell you won't be able to get it off without the key in frustration.

Olivia just sits there with a look of amusement on her face before slowly standing up and walking over to her night stand. You feel hope growing in you as you think she is going to get the key, but to your surprise she pulls out a small remote with just one button on it. Before you can ask what it does Olivia presses it and you feel a horrible shock from the collar electrifying you. You immediately scream and fall down to one knee looking at Olivia horrified. Olivia shocks you again and you you fall down on the carpet trembling as the electricity overrides your controls sending shocking pain all over you again and again. When it finally stops you whimper on the ground, tears in your eyes horrified by the amount of pain it caused and scared Olivia will do it again. "Please..." You beg gasping, but Olivia just steps over you with an amused expression.

"Bad dogs get punished, pup." She says with that damned sexy smile of hers. You wish you could slap it off her face but you are too afraid to move laying there on your back looking up at her. This shock collar hurts! "Now, how do I punish bad dogs?" Olivia muses while she looks down at you.

"Olivia just... ARHGGH!" You scream as she shocks you again making you writhe on the ground.

"Dogs can't speak, bitch." Olivia says with a laugh making you fume drunkenly laying still on the ground finally. Fuck, that hurts so badly. What is she going to do with you? How dare she? But then again, what can you do about it? Nothing. Olivia smiles down then finally decides what she wants to do and ignores you walking to the closet. "Stay." Is all she says. You are forced to lay there on your back on the floor as she digs through her things wondering how the hell you are going to get out of this.

Eventually Olivia lays out to your surprise some fishnet stockings. "Put them on. No talking." Olivia commands before walking back to the closet. You blush and sit up finally to look at the fish nets. Is she really going to dress you up sexy? You look at them angrily realizing you have no choice before finally starting to put them on. You slide up the fishnet stockings with two bands that go up your thighs to a black garter belt. You then see that there are fish nets for your arms as well, slipping a band around your thumb and finger to run down your arm to your elbows. You cast a glance in Olivia's mirror and blush realizing how sexy you look, busty tits and ass hanging out with a red collar and black fishnets. You are no lesbian, but you'd fuck you.

Olivia has other thoughts however and tossed you the next item. It is some strange kind of black latex shirt that straps right under your breasts, has two small holes to squeeze your breasts through to stick out firmly, then runs up around your neck fitting just under your collar. You blush even more slipping into it dutifully doing your very best not to curse her out and get yourself shocked. You look like such a slut now, your firm tits appearing all the firmer sticking outside of the latex by themselves. Last but not least Olivia gives you some super tall high heels which you have a hard time walking in. You just grit your teeth realizing how much you have to arch your back and stick your ass out walking around in them looking like a proper slut. To your surprise Olivia finishes them off with small, tight red collar-like cuffs similar to your collar locking the heels onto your feet making you curse slightly under your breath. Even if you could run, you can't now. And damn do you hate heels!

Eventually Olivia sets down a special container from her closet and sets it down on the bed to look at you with a smirk. You don't think the outfit can get any worse but that smug grin knows better. "Come lay on the bed pup, I'm not done accessorizing you yet." She says eagerly.

Trying your very best not to mutter audibly you slowly climb onto the bed next to her blushing furiously in both anger and humiliation then lay down next to her letting her have full access to your body. Damn, the instant you get this collar off she is going to be in so much trouble! To your surprise Olivia pulls out a piercing needle and some rings and beads. You immediately jump up in horror but Olivia anticipated your reaction and you immediately fall back down onto the bed screaming as your collar shocks you mercilessly. You writhe on the bed for a good ten seconds until she relents. Tears well up in your eyes when you are done and you just lay there, putting your trembling hands to the side in defeat.

"Good bitch." Olivia teases, then leans over you with a needle. "This is going to hurt." She says, then pierces your nipple. You give a small scream before biting down, turning your head in immense pain trying not to cry. It hurts so bad! You scream again when she pieces your other nipples and shake your head back and forth in pain as a tear slips down your cheek as two needles stick through both of your nipples. They are quickly replaced with large, thick metallic nipple rings which make you whimper looking down at. What is she doing to you?

"Tongue out!" Olivia commands next and you hesitantly obey. You almost pull your tongue back twice as you comply, but trembling you manage to do as she says desperate not to get shocked again. Olivia clamps something on your tongue keeping it out then pierces it three times making another tear slide down your other cheek in pain as she puts three tongue beads along your tongue before letting go with the clamp.

You bring your tongue back in and feel it pulse in pain, not used to the beads resting on it. Don't cry, don't cry. You keep telling yourself drunkenly, your nipples pulsing in pain along with the constant new weight hanging from them.

"Last but not least..." Olivia finishes, reaching down to spread your legs. You look down horrified and sob softly shaking your head back and forth but Olivia doesn't seem to want to play any games and immediately shocks you with your simple small protest. You absolutely scream, the pain reaching your nipples and tongue making it all the worse with the piercings. You sob silently when you finally stop writhing in pain and moan softly in horror as Olivia spreads your legs and grabs her needle. You scream when she pierces your clit, then scream again four times as she adds four additional rings down your labia with two on each side.

When she is finally done modifying you she looks over her work with that damned sexy smile of hers. "Stand pup." She commands, sitting down on the bed. "Let me see how you look!" She says eagerly with a small laugh. "This is what happens to bad pups." She reminds you.

Trying to dry your tears your stand up like a dutiful bitch you show off your body to her. Everything is on display, your shapely and athletic tan legs outlined with sexy fishnets that lead up to your thick thighs with your tight pussy nestled in between, small metal rings hanging from it asking for it to be used. You turn around on your heels slowly, your thick, shapely ass sticking out as you try to balance in the heels outlined by the fishnets ending at the bottom with the garter belt above. Your muscled yet soft and tan back only has one strap along it right under your breasts and as you turn around you show your firm tits jutting out extra firmly, large nipple rings hanging from them like a slut. They are outlined by latex black which go up to your neck where a thick studded red collar where a red leash hangs down between your breasts. You sheepishly stick your tongue out as well letting the light glisten off of three small studs running down your long tongue.

Looking you up and down approvingly, Olivia gives you that super sexy smile of hers and stands up. "Hmm. Something is missing." She says. "And I know just what it is!" She says, walking over to the closet again. You blush in deep humiliation when she comes out with a large bridle gag where the bridle has the appearance of a large bone. "Every bitch needs a bone, right?" She laughs, moving up to shove it between your lips. You let her. She then pulls the straps around your head and you don't struggle as she gags you with the thick bone just giving a few muffled cries of pain as she straps it on tightly and tugs your hair doing so.

Very pleased at last Olivia looks you up and down and smirks with a realization. "I know it is a day early but..." Her mind wanders. "That will be fine, it will be a surprise. I'm not about to doll you up twice after all. Come, let's go pay our land lord a visit. Her and I have a deal worked out that you'll be very interested to learn about." She says enigmatically. You look at her in shock as she grabs your leash and starts to lead you towards the door. She wants you to go outside? Dressed like this? You immediately pale in horror and struggle. Olivia looks back and raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Do I need to punish you first or are you going to come along like the good little bitch you are?" She demands, giving you a cold look.

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What do you do?

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