Chapter 2: The Transformation Begins
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The plush red rug scratched against my palms as Scarlett shoved me forward, her manicured nails digging into my shoulders. The air smelled like cheap vanilla air freshener and something muskier beneath—her arousal, thick and undeniable. "That's right, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with lust as she pressed her knee between my thighs. "Get on your knees for me."
I hated how exposed I was, how my body trembled beneath her touch, but a traitorous heat coiled low in my gut. "What are you going to do?" I choked out, my voice shaking as her fingers trailed down my spine.
She laughed, low and throaty, before gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You'll see," she promised, and then her fingers were spreading my cheeks, slick with lube. "Mmm, nice and tight," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. "Just how I like it."
I gasped as the thick head of her cock pressed against my hole, the pressure unbearable. "Scarlett," I whimpered, shame and excitement twisting together in my chest.
"Shhh," she soothed, her lips brushing my ear as her free hand tangled in my hair. "Just relax." Her hips rolled forward, and I felt the first brutal inch of her sink inside. "You're gonna love this, I promise."
Pain flared white-hot as she thrust deeper, my body stretching around her girth. I cried out, back arching, but she didn’t stop. "Easy, baby," she growled, pulling back just enough to make me whimper. "Just gotta stretch you out a bit."
The second thrust came slower, smoother, and this time, something else sparked beneath the burn—pleasure, raw and electric. It was wrong, filthy, but I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.
"That's it," Scarlett murmured, her voice rough with approval as she fucked into me with steady, relentless strokes. "Let go. Let me take you."
My thoughts blurred, my body moving with hers, every nerve alight. The room smelled like sweat and sex, her moans mixing with mine. "You're gonna be such a good little bimbo for me," she whispered, her thrusts turning erratic.
The word sent a shiver through me, my cock twitching pathetically between my legs. I imagined myself in lace, in heels, my mind empty except for her.
A wave of dizziness crashed over me, my limbs trembling. "Scarlett," I moaned, my voice high and breathy, already sounding different. "I don’t feel so good."
She laughed, triumphant, her hips slamming into me as she chased her own pleasure. "That’s because you’re changing, baby." Her nails raked down my back. "Becoming who you were always meant to be."
Her cock pistoned inside me, relentless, and I felt myself slipping, my thoughts dissolving into a haze of pleasure and submission. "Yes," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. "Make me your bimbo slut".