I went to find Ethan.
The rumor was that he and his girlfriend had been captured by that sicko
group. They made money on the dark net
by capturing and transforming couples to look alike, then use some gross form
of telling them apart. If the contestant
picked correctly, they won a small amount of money and the couple were set free. If they picked incorrectly, they had to pay a
small free and the couple were put in the rotation again.
Ethan kept trying to get me to watch the shows… it only cost
him $29.95 a day for membership… but I though the whole group to be dirty and
scummy. Ethan actually believed the
group was on the up and up and that the couples were voluntary. Well, now at least he’d learned his
lesson. I just had to find them, enter
the contestant pool, select Ethan and Rebecca, pick Rebecca for my blow job,
and then take them both back home.
I was surprised how easy it was to locate them. Who knew they advertised on billboards in Mexico
City? When I was ushered into the room
with the film crew, I knew I was being streamed online live. They’d blur my face out, but this was
distinctly Ethan and Rebecca. Their pink
see through tops and latex skirts and gloves were exactly the same ones they’d
sent out in the email to me. While I had
briefly considered leaving Ethan to reap what he’d sown, I couldn’t get the
image of those guys pawing each of them, selecting one, pulling down their
leather gags, and sliding their cock in between the plump pink glossy lips for
a ‘selection blowjob’. It was bad enough
knowing that Rebecca would have to live through that for them to be freed, but
even worse knowing that Ethan had already experienced it three times.
While my touch didn’t show any difference between my two
friends, I could hear their whimpers. The
muffling from the leather stopped me from identifying them directly or even
telling their gender, I knew something their captors didn’t. Rebecca and I both spoke German while Ethan
didn’t. When one of the pink fuck
dollies in front of me responded excitedly to my question of “Bist du in Berlin
geboren?”, I knew it was Rebecca. Her
blow job took quite a while. Not because
of any lacking skill as she was quite good, but I just had a hard time enjoying
myself knowing that this wasn’t voluntary on her part. When I’d cum down her throat and the captors
admitted I’d won, Ethan and Rebecca were lead away while I was directed into
the next room to claim my prize.
An injection in the neck wasn’t what I was expecting at
all. The drug immobilized me but
horrifyingly enough left me fully conscious.
I was able to hear the lead woman tell me that they didn’t abide by
cheating and that since I’d almost ruined one of their most profitable couples,
I’d just have to replace them. Or more precisely,
I’d have to replace Rebecca.
I couldn’t move as they shaved my body bare, glued on the
fake pussy, or put on the waist cinching mini corset. I could feal them pull up the latex
stockings, lace up the high heeled boots, and slide the skirt into place. They even obligingly place a mirror up so I
could see them glue on my fake breasts that didn’t look very realistic until
they were covered with the pink semi translucent blouse. One the gloves were on my hands, the O ring
was forced into my mouth, and the blinding binding hood was on my head, I was
led back out to hold hands with Ethan. I’m
not sure anybody heard my whimper as I heard the announcer tell his audience
that a new contestant was at hand and all he had to do was get his winning
blowjob from Rebecca to get his reward and win us our freedom.
image source: Grooming for Sissies by Hugo Black (then found a larger version via Google's Image Search)
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