Degencraft 8 - Rehabilitation (Patreon)

It was no secret that Jaina had stepped up the recruitment of female soldiers in Kul'tiras. She had done so under the model provided by the sentinels, a successful organization comprised primarily of women.  The purpose was to promote mobilization of people that would not otherwise consider joining, and to instill further pride in the women of Kul'tiras. It did not take long after Jaina's moral shift for all of that to start circling the drain. It finally culminated in mandatory club service for the proud female soldiers. However, as one might imagine, forcing many strong, driven women into service at a lewd club was not a popular decision. In response, the women that were being robbed of their pride sent representatives to complain. Their strongest and brightest officers. They reasoned that if it was Jaina Proudmoore calling the shots there was either a reason, or it would be corrected quickly. Nothing else made sense to the women except that some power hungry noble was barking orders under her nose.

*

The first representative was Diana Moore. A short brunette that Victor immediately picked out as being not much to look at the moment she walked in. She had a good quality in that she was smaller than him, but that was where her appeal ended for the gross man. She held a stern expression and her skin was freckled, as well. Her body aired more on the muscular side and she barely had any breasts to speak of. Her hips and rear demanded some of his attention, but not enough for her to be of note. She was by all accounts a very bland little soon-to-be worker bee, in his eyes.

Diana was struck by the sight she saw as she entered what she assumed would be an area exclusive to the Lord Admiral. Instead, what she was made witness to was Jaina, at least she thought it was, standing attentively beside an extravagant throne. Seated on that throne comfortably was Viktor, a man she had never seen before except on wanted posters.

Jaina presented a far different figure than Diana was used to seeing. Lips were curled into a subtle little smile and her eyes were dull and unfocused. When Diana looked more closely, her leaders normally vibrant blue pupils were pink and heart-shaped. She also noted that the look behind the eyes felt shallow and malicious. She wondered if she was looking at Jaina at all. That perception was further challenged by her attire. Her breasts were exposed by two holes in an otherwise normal looking blue dress that reached halfway down her thighs. Hanging from her nipples were two piercings that initially looked like anchors, but after a moment more of looking, they were only half anchors near the bottom but still held the full circle at the top and a horizontal cross through the pole. Her body was far more obscene than Diana remembered. Jaina's breasts were large and swollen, nipples hard, and her heels were propped up by some sort of embedded stiletto. It looked as though it had formed with her foot to the point that her toes started to look joined and cloven.

It was a lot to take in at once, so Diana stood for a full minute with open mouth staring between the two. Finally she closed her maw and gulped, turning her gaze on Jaina in preparation of addressing her. Before she could say anything the disgusting male sitting in the seat interrupted.
“Don't address the help, darlin'.”

Diana sneered and looked to Jaina to see her reaction to that remark. Surprisingly, there was none. “The help?”

Jaina did not react because she had no qualms with the label. It was true. If it were a game Jaina's nameplate would have 'Minion of Viktor' in no uncertain terms beneath it. For all intents and purposes Jaina was a pet and her 'pet bar' would have two abilities. Sex and 'do magic.' Her magical abilities, her vast knowledge and her stores of power were all essentially just boiled down to doing whatever Viktor asked her to. There was no thought required. She learned how to do the things he wanted and then did them without question. It had not yet reached the point that her body was like a marionette to his word, but she was very close.

Diana shook it off. “Okay, whoever I'm talking to... This isn't going to work. If you keep going down this road there's going to be revolts. Your people aren't going to...” Diana paused halfway through talking because talking felt weird. The strangest part was that before she paused she stopped hearing herself, but was sure she was speaking.
“What the-” She did not hear that either. Diana felt her mouth and was shocked to feel just smooth, flat, squishy material where her mouth used to be. Mock representations of lips that had no actual opening. A doll's mouth. Even though that was the case she could still speak, it was just that the sound was no longer resonating in the room or in her ears. Her voice was elsewhere.
“W-what the hell did you do!?” She questioned.

“Okay, so this is the dry run?” Viktor asked. He was either unable to hear her or was ignoring her. Jaina did not speak, but instead nodded. He noticed Diana listening.
“Oh, can you make it so that she can hear around the toy? That feels important.” He added. Jaina nodded.

“What?” Diana could hear herself speak again.

“Wow, so these things really do talk back? Kinda sounds like Diana.” Came a male voice that was not present in the room with her.

*

“Daude? Is that you?” Diana questioned. She could not see him, but she could hear him. The unmistakable dull, dumb tone of a man she knew.

“Woah! It knows my name? This was worth the gold.” He commented. Daude was a subordinate to Diana. She was not intimately familiar with him or his life but she knew a few things. The man was a loser, a burnout. He had no ambition or drive and he was ugly and unappealing. She was fairly certain he barely ever showered or groomed himself to military standards and he certainly never tried to do his job properly. He was barely fit for service, by her estimation. She was trying to understand what was going on and why she could hear his disembodied voice of all things.

“Listen, it is me, Diana. I don't know what's going on. Where are you?”

“I'm at home. You are, too. Welcome home, by the way 'Diana.'” He paused.
“So it just mimics who I most wanna fuck? Is that how this works? Magic is crazy.” He chuckled.

“What!? You bastard!” She cursed. It was jarring that as she was having that conversation she was still in the room with Jaina and Viktor. They were still talking and observing her.

“Smell, too. I just remembered. That's gotta be important.” Viktor corrected. Jaina nodded and as soon as she did Diana was bombarded by the smell of old musk. Unwashed scent.

She fought back the urge to gag and spoke again. “Daude, it's really me! It's Diana. I need you to figure out what is going on.”

“Oh, sure!” He responded enthusiastically. More so than she had ever heard during any drills.

“Thank the L-” before she could finish that thought Diana felt something thick and slimy push up against her lips. She exhaled as a tingle coursed through her lips and down her mouth and throat.

“-ight?”

“Kiss. Make a mwah sound.”

She was confused. She did not know what she was touching. Her wet lips puckered and made a smooching motion as she sounded. “Mwah?”

“Thanks!” With that Diana felt the slimy object slide easily between her lips. Ordinarily she would offer resistance, but there was none she could give. She could not even bite down and it did not even seem like she had the teeth to bite. What little resistance she did offer only provided a comfortable tightness to the man that was violating her mouth, wherever it was. In the throne room she clutched her throat and stared up in panic as she felt it expand with Daude's thick, smelly cock. Wherever her lips were, his cock was still pushing easily into her throat and providing her with a jarringly pleasant sensation, as though her mouth and throat were designed to be fucked. Her lips tingled at the warm touch and the friction. She did not pick up on that earlier but the caress of the slimy head on her soft lips was like that of a touch on the outside of her nethers. She still had use of her tongue and moved it around his ridged shaft without thinking, because every callous and bump against the appendage was like a massage of a clit. She shuddered and clenched her fists, her whole body tensing because his fucking of her throat so easily mimicked the feeling of being fucked deep and raw by a stud.

“Diana! Your mouth feels just like a pussy, no... Better! I wonder what the real thing is like?” He asked cluelessly. She was the real thing and her pussy ached just as much for attention. She heard an interested groan and smelled his balls as she was balls deep on him. She had no control over how deep she went on his member, as though she was being manipulated and moved up and down.
“This side is getting wet, just as advertised! Amazing!”

She did not have to wonder what that meant for long. Two thick fingers shoved into her cunt as though they were scraping the sides of a honeypot. She reflexively reached down in the room but only felt the same smooth, squishy surface that was imitative of  a pussy. It was a mock surface with a fake hole that would probably be good for some mild fun, but she did not feel it when she touched it. All she felt were Daude's fingers thrusting in while his other hand slapped either side and flicked her clit harshly.

“This is awesome!” He commented.

“It reacts so realistically! It's totally gushing like a real one!” He laughed. She cursed him for playing with her as though she was a toy.

*

Diana's legs were about to give way due to the assault on both ends. She felt as though it would not be impossible for her to cum from both her mouth and cunt as Daude worked both. She had no way of knowing, but her mouth and sex had been placed on either end of a flexible tube through the use of portals. They were semi-permanent, meaning they would work until Jaina or someone else stopped them from working or redirected them. Diana was stuck and she was collapsing. Just as her legs gave out she felt herself gain new footing, but it was not actually her. She could not feel her legs, but there were perfectly working legs beneath her hips to stop her from falling to her knees as she came. She did cum as the replacement occurred, her back arching as it happened. She inhaled deeply, which was a mistake. She got a full whiff of Daude's body odor, which brought tears to her eyes almost more so than the orgasms. She did not think there could be any way a man like Daude could make a girl cum, so she assumed her sensitivity was increased.

Viktor waved to get her attention. She looked up at him and stared daggers. “Now now. I believe in rehabilitation, as a criminal myself.” He smirked at her reaction to that.

“That's very generous, Master!” Diana blinked, because the feminine voice she heard came from her, but she did not feel herself speak. In fact, her mouth was genuinely full and being filled with sticky fluid, so there was no chance it could be her. She felt her mouth and found a real one in place of the silicone mockery of one. It was a mouth that was wet and warm. The lips were full and opened and closed on their own. She could not feel them, it was like they were completely numb.
“As fun as that is, please stop.” The voice asked. Diana lowered her arms, unsure of what else to do.
“Thank you.” She said politely.

“As I was sayin'. I believe in rehabilitation. The person that owns the mouth and legs you got on you now was someone that previously got...” He grinned evilly.
“Rehabilitated. Your legs are gonna be kept safe until you can use 'em while cumming. If you behave, we'll give your mouth a rehab period on some other girl and then if that works out you get it back. Until then, her voice is yours, got it?”

“Got it!” The voice responded. It did not matter if Diana agreed or not. The voice was 'hers' and agreed for her.

“Good girl. You're....” He looked at a piece of paper.
“Diana Moore. Understand?”

“I am Diana Moore! I have no complaints to report about the current regime! I would be proud to report for my service a the club for as long as is needed.” There was a short pause where the voice added evilly.
“I believe I should salute the Master, lest I deserve even more punishment...”

Diana was still cumming and getting fucked and fingered from both ends by Daude, but she still understood the implication. Shakily she raised her arm and saluted.

“As a reward you get to keep those. Make sure you use them right, hon, or we'll be keeping those safe as well until you learn. Or you can stay a fucktoy if you like it enough...” Viktor commented with a black-toothed grin. Diana nodded and about-faced. 'Her' legs took her out of the building while she was bombarded by feelings of cumming from her mouth.

*

Daude's load filled her stomach and oddly satisfied her to the point that she did not feel like she would have to eat, even though she did not have breakfast. She felt his cock pull free from her tight mouth. Coughing, she asked.

“D-daude. Can you please go-” She was going to ask him to go easy on her. He gave her pussy one last harsh slap that elicited a yelp and a spurt of juices. He flipped her around before she could finish what she was trying to say and pulled the sleeve-like cunt over his glistening cock. Dian would have liked to say that she lasted long. That she put up a strong front and resisted, but the moment he used her from that end like the sleeve that she was Diana lost it.
“G-go harder! Fuck me please!” It was too intense. The feeling was better than anything. Her body had been modified so that her pussy perfectly stretched and tightened around his cock. For him it was heaven but for her it was life changing.

“D-dunno. Didn't you say you were my Commander?” He panted, pulling the tube up and down over his cock extremely quickly.

“N-no! I'm a cocksleeve! Fuck me like one, please!” Gradually her sense of awareness around her body faded. Her sight, her sound, her feeling. All she knew was what was around the silicon tube that held her mouth and pussy.

“You're not the 'real' Diana?” Daude asked.

“I'm just a cocksleeve! A filthy cocksleeve!” She moaned passionately. The portal surrounding the rim on either side faded, solidifying her new existence permanently. Daude came another bucketload into the sleeve to the point that it seeped out the other side. When he was done he tossed her in an open drawer and laid down. As cum seeped from her lips she begged.
“D-daddy Daude pleeeease use me some more... I can suck your dick while you rest. At least put me down between your legs so I can smell you... Fuck... I want dick soooo bad!” She groaned.

Daude shrugged and closed the drawer to stifle her pleas. “Maybe later.”