The Cabin - Chapter 15: Game 6 (Patreon)

The four lights in the chandelier shattered plunging the room in near darkness.

“Steve,” Jesse exclaimed, appearing naked beside him. She leaped into his arms, squeezing him like a drowning man taking hold of a flotation device.

Alex, Amanda, and Bethany appeared from nowhere, teleported by Alex, who exclaimed, “What the hell just happ-- Jesse!!” She and Amanda rushed to join the hug.

Bethany stepped closer to Don and said, “Donnie, what happened?”

“It’s not over yet. Have a seat but watch out for glass,” Don said.

Alex broke the hug and looked at the chandelier. Suddenly the broken bulbs were replaced and the room flooded with light again.

Josh said, “Jesse, you should cover yourself up.”

Jesse laughed, tears of joy running down her face. She stepped away from Steve and nothing happened. “I can’t.”

Alex said, “Hold still.” A t-shirt, jeans and shoes appeared on Jesse.

Jesse was going to grab Steve again when he held up a hand, saying, “Genie, come here.”

Shahala appeared, bowed, and said, “How may I server you, Master?” She then immediately hugged Steve. “It worked, Master. I am me. I feel so alive.” She looked at Jesse and said more demurely, “I mean no disrespect to Master’s lady. You had such a restrictive image of what a genie should be like I could not be myself while we were bonded. I do not and should not need Master’s permission for every action I undertake. A genie is also supposed to proactively work for her Master.”

“No offense taken at all, Shahala,” Jesse said giving her a hug. “I’ve lost my powers.”

“Yes,” Shahala said. “I wondered if that would happen when Master wished you to have your ‘original humanity’ back. But I figured it was better to be safe then to jeopardize the wish in favor of your abilities.”

“I am still owed a wish today,” Steve said. “Shahala, I wish Jesse had two of the abilities she had yesterday: the ability to change anything about herself and the ability to change anything about anyone else with the added limitation that the recipient of these changes must agree to each specific change before they take effect.”

“Party pooper,” Jesse said.

“As you wish, Master,” Shahala said and a green mist enveloped Jesse then faded away.

Jesse turned into Alex. Then back to herself. “Excellent,” she said. “Hey, but what about knowing things like Josh?”

“Like I want you to have any such power to keep track of what I’m up to,” Steve replied.

Jesse threw a mock punch at Steve but Shahala appeared between them. “Do not punch my Master.”

“What was that, Shahala?” Steve asked.

“Forgive me, Master,” Shahala said backing away. “Part of being a genie is protecting one’s master from harm. I may have overreacted to Jesse’s jest. I have not had much time being a genie and some impulses are hard to ward off.”

“Now, Shahala,” Josh said. “Were you aware of the time between the wish being granted and Steve calling you from the bottle? Do you want to be aware in your bottle?”

“I have no idea how much time passed,” she replied. “And yes, I would like a real genie vessel. I believe I can grant that wish myself. It makes sense that a master should be able to change his genie’s vessel.”

“What do you think about this?” Don asked as he placed a gold plated statuette about 9 inches tall on the table. The nude figure standing with one hand across its breasts and one hand over its crotch looked almost exactly like Shahala. He produced a lit match and placed the flame above the figure’s head. A cool white flame flickered from the statuette's head. “It is hollow inside to hold the oil. It should burn for another five minutes. And as I wished it to my hand, I added that it would be suitable as a genie bottle.”

“That is most beautiful, Donald,” Shahala said. “I would be honored to call that my vessel if Master will let me.”

“Sure, what do I have to do?” Steve started to say but Shahala was already disappearing into the statuette. “Genie, come here,” he said.

“How may I server you, Master?” She appeared, bowed and said. “Oh, it is perfect. I am now bound to the statuette, Master, as per your granted permission.”

“That will look so nice on the mantle in the living room,” Jesse said.

“I did take into account your decor when I fashioned the statuette,” Don said.

“May I pick it up,” Alex asked.

“Sure,” Steve said.

“You dirty fuck,” Alex muttered to Don.

“What now?”

“Her hand is not hiding her goods,” Alex said pointing to the statuette’s crotch. “The middle finger is in the girls’ pussy.” And then she exclaimed, “Oh, and the other hand is tweaking her nipple.”

“I wasn’t sure those details would be visible at this scale,” Don admitted.

“So what now?” Bethany asked.

“We should get some sleep before driving back tomorrow,” Amanda noted.

“Bah,” Alex said, “Getting home will take fifteen to twenty minutes tops.”

“It’s two hours just to the highway,” Don said.

“We are standing in a secluded part of the coffee shop parking lot in Yonkers just off of I-87.”

The eight of them appeared where she said. “See. We’re back in the cabin.” And they were.

“It’s about twenty-five minutes from that location to my apartment,” Steve quipped.

“Whatever,” Alex said. “Frankly, I’m glad neither Josh or I drove. We’ll be teleporting straight home tomorrow.”

“Wow, we can stay here in the cabin until tomorrow night that means,” Steve said.

“Are we going to play the game?” Bethany asked.

“We’re not,” Jesse said, taking Steve by the hand. “See you tomorrow.” They walked to the lower level bedroom.

“Shahala?” Steve called. “You may stay out of your lamp if you like and even play the game but I do not wish to be disturbed.”

“As you desire, Master.”

“I don’t really see a reason for Alex or me to play, either,” Josh said.

“In that case, let’s go back upstairs. Bethany? Amanda?” Don said.

"Bethany," Carol inquired. "why don't you stay and play with us?"

"Can I Donnie?" Bethany pleaded.

"I suppose I can live without you for a little while," Don said. "Do you want to stay too, Amanda?"

"And pass up possibly my last chance to have you all to myself?" Amanda pushed him toward the stairs. "Have fun, girls."

Carol and Bethany set up the game. Shahala reached into the box and retrieved a pair of wooden Arabian oil lamps from the box for her tokens.

They rolled off to see who would start and the dice chose Carol.

She landed on the random square. She drew a card from the Random deck and read it aloud, "Naked! All players must pay $200 or remove all their clothes." She laughed, "Don's going to be upset he didn't stay." She started to disrobe.

Shahala was suddenly nude.

Carol was going to protest but decided to disrobe, commenting, "Kind of unfair since no one had any money."

“On the other hand, that also makes it most fair,” Bethany noted.

Shahala rolled the dice next and collected some money. “Too little, too late.”

Bethany landed on the random square as well. As she read the card her jaw dropped open in surprise. “Unbelievable, it says, 'Masturbate, you must bring yourself to orgasm without interference or toys. If you finish before your next turn move up one space on the fulfillment track, if not you have ten minutes to finish or lose a space on the fulfillment track and your next turn."

"You better get started," Carol joked. "Shahala, it's your turn."

* * *

“You know what you haven't done recently,” Alex began. “You haven't used your hypnosis on me.”

Josh closed the door to the room and kicked off his shoes. “I thought about convincing you to leave that dick on your face and be unaware that you weren't normal,” he admitted. “But I figured that might freak too many people out.”

“What would you do with me if I were turned into an automaton like Bethany?” Alex asked as she started to disrobe.

“Anything I wanted,” Josh laughed. “Of course I've already got my hypnosis but you want to know what it's like to be totally aware, helpless and unable to say 'No', don't you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Tell you what,” Josh has a gleam in his eye. “You put that same button Bethany has on her neck on yours, but you make it a button that can be seen, red perhaps, and there should be text on the button, 'Own me.' If you do that, I'll press your button.”

“You don't think I will?” Alex said. “Here, look.” She swept her hair from her neck and reveal a one-inch diameter red button that said “Own me” on it.

“Fine, I will,” Josh said and he pressed the button.

* * *

Alex stops moving. She feels lighter, carefree. Had she just been aggressive? She is not sure why.

“TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL?” the voice commands. She obeys.

“I am fine,” she hears her voice say. Did she sound funny? It is not important. She waits.

“LIE DOWN ON THE BED,” the voice commands. She obeys. She lays down on the bed. She waits. Time passes. A door opens and closes. It is not important. She waits. More time passes. How much time is unimportant.

Something she cannot see is stimulating her clitoris. It feels nice.

“YOUR CLITORIS IS TWICE AS SENSITIVE TO PLEASURE AS IT NORMALLY IS,” the voice commands. She obeys. Her clitoris feels very nice. It makes her feel good all over. She waits and enjoys the waiting. The stimulation stops. Master climbs on top of her and something hard enters her pussy. She is being fucked. It is awesome. She does not move. Something is going to happen. She waits while being fucked.

The voice commands, "ORGASM UNTIL I SAY RELEASE."

She obeys. It is incredible. She does not move. The orgasm continues. Sweat pours from her body.

"RELEASE," commands the voice.

She obeys. She waits. Without concern, she sees Master leave her. She waits, her legs spread wide. The cool air on her wet pussy does not interest her. She waits.

* * *

“Donnie,” Amanda said. “While we have the time, let's get in bed and have sex like two normal people.” She closed the door behind them and fingered the hem of her skirt coquettishly.

“What a radical idea!” Don joked. “It'll never catch on.” He kissed her on the mouth as they lingered by the door.

“I know, I'm wacky,” she said as she lifted her dress over her head, standing there in just a bra, garter belt, hosiery and heels. As Don unbuttoned his shirt, she ran her hands across his chest, “We need to do this more.” As he undid his belt, she undid her bra. She returned to caressing him as his pants dropped to the floor. “Just because we can play as mannequin and lover doesn't mean I never want to be the one doing the touching.” She pushed him backward and as they moved toward the bed. She directed him with a hand firmly wrapped around his cock. She leaned in and nibbled his earlobe as she whispered, “Flesh on flesh. Flesh in flesh.” She pushed him back on the bed, her hand guiding him into her wet pussy. She kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of him, taking his cock into her ready pussy with ease.

“You usually aren't that wet this soon. I thought were doing this like normal folk do.”

“I didn't say there wouldn't be magic. Just that it would be hard to distinguish from normal folk getting it on.” She ground her pelvis against his. “Now just lay there and get fucked or flip us around and fuck me. But the only noises I want to hear from you are grunts of determinations, groans of pleasure and moans of passion.”

* * *

As the door closed, Jesse was wrapped around Steve's body sucking face so determinedly that he worried insects might start clinging to them. He walked, carried her over to the bed and broke free of her grip. “Jesse, cut me loose and lay down.”

She reluctantly extricated herself from his body and sat on the bed. “I just wanted to kiss you. Come over here and hold me.”

“You're still shaken up from the genie bottle thing, aren't you?” He sat down beside her.

She rested her head on his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, even when I playact with you, I feel like myself. But as a genie I didn't feel like myself. And I had to say things a certain way. And I was subservient to you. It was all too much too fast.”

“I freaked out in my own way,” Steve joked. “Let's just lay here and cuddle. We've been fucking like rabbits all weekend. We need time to reconnect, one-on-one.”

“Yeah,” she said snuggling into him, her head on his shoulder. “Tell me one your stories of daring-do as a kid with a skateboard and little brains.”

“I had brains. I just didn't take them with me when I went skating....”

* * *

Josh entered the main room as Shahala picked up the die. He approached the table saying, "Random result made you all strip?"

Shahala turned and replied, "First card. Next card,  Bethany must orgasm by next turn or lose fulfillment."

"Join me in the kitchen for a drink to give her a fighting chance," he said with a little command and control behind it. "You, too, Carol."

Shahala found herself nearly responding by saying "Yes, Master" and was momentarily confused as she got up and followed them to the kitchen. "I was looking for a way to delay the game, Joshua."

"Glad I could help," he replied opening the fridge. He grabbed a beer and put it on the counter then asked, "What'll you have? There's beer, diet soda, and a carton of lemonade."

"Soda's fine," Carol said. "Ah don't think playing the game even with one beer would be safe. And Steve does not hold his alcohol well so Ah would presume Ah am the same."

"I'll try the lemonade," Shahala said.

"Where's Alex?" Carol inquired, sipping her soda.

"I convinced her to try out Bethany's automaton fantasy so she is happily waiting for orders in our bedroom."

"I am surprised she agreed," Shahala said.

Josh shrugged, "I can be very convincing."

Shahala gave him a level gaze.

"Carol, go back in the other room," Josh commanded. "You have no interest in what Shahala and I are talking about." After she left he said, "How do you know?"

"I can see a lot of magic on you but no one speaks of any of your powers but the mind reading ability," Shahala started. "There is also a mind altering affect on everyone of the other five original cabin mates that was not done by you."

"No, the game has a wish card that hides other wishes."

"Unless my master directly asks me otherwise, your secret is safe with me," Shahala added with a subservient bow.

A moan from the dining room pierced the short silence that had followed and Josh said, "Perhaps Bethany has a chance to succeed."

They returned to the dining room to find Bethany sweating and obviously close to orgasm, several fingers working her pussy.

"I believe it was my turn," Shahala commented, picking up the die. She drew a card, reading it aloud, "Genie's Wish, choose a wish that applies to your fundamental nature as a genie and modifies it in a way to make you more independent without granting you complete freedom. Observe the balance to avoid repercussions." She seemed confused, "That is so specific. But I think this works. When my obligation to a master is fulfilled instead of returning to my bottle and disappearing until I am claimed again, I become free of the bottle without access to my magic until I choose my new master by giving him or her my bottle as which point I regain my magic."

Josh laughed, "How will you practice that?"

"One problem at a time, Joshua."

"Yessss!" exclaimed Bethany as she slumped back in her chair. After a moment of stunned silence she added, "I've never been so stressed to orgasm. At least now I'm feeling relaxed."

"I thought you might need a drink, too," Josh said, putting a beer bottle in front of Bethany.

"Oh, how thoughtful," she replied taking a sip.

"Mah turn," Carol drawled. She rolled the die and gained some money.

Bethany moved her pawn forward on the enlightenment track and rolled the die. "Oo, a wish. It says, 'Overriding Wish. Choose a specific manner in which or condition under which someone can act on, for, or against you. You may prevent action from happening as if the person never intended to perform the action.' Oh, my, how specific is 'specific'? Don can change anything and everything about me. Does specific mean I can take control of that specific power or that I can only stop one specific transformation, like being turned into frog?"

"We really don't know, Bethany," Josh said.

"Can't you find out with your knowledge power?"

"I don't know. How specific is 'specific' in the context of this wish?" he asked aloud. "Well the answer I'm getting is 'narrow and unidirectional' whatever that means. So I suppose to frog works but to and from frog does not."

"That actually helps," Bethany replied. "My wish is to be able to override Don's control of my form whenever he attempts to return me to normal. Thus if I wanted to stay as a frog, I could. Not that I'd really want to be a frog."

"Glad I could help," Josh said standing up. "Well, as much as I enjoy watching naked women play games, I should get back to Alex. Enjoy your game." He left the room and went upstairs.

The dice floated into Shahala's hands. With the way Carol and Bethany were staring at her, she explained, "I keep forgetting I have genie powers. I need to get use to them."

"But when you are between masters you won't have them either," Carol pointed out. "So perhaps you shouldn't get too use to them."

"Good point," she noted as she rolled the die.

Carol drew a wish card on her next turn, "Bound Wish. If you have already made a wish, discard this card and draw again. If you like to be bound, choose a wish that binds you. If you don't like to be bound, choose a wish of escape." She blushed.

“You will select to be bound, will you not?” Shahala conjectured.

“Yes,” Carol admitted. “It is who Ah am. Ah like being tied to the tracks by the mustache twirling villain. My bound wish is to be able to describe a method of bondage and be magically bound by it. Keys to any locks used to bind me appear nearby, in an obvious place, just out of initial reach. Anything created by this wish disappears after one week or when Ah am no longer touching it whichever comes first. While so bound Ah do not need to eat, drink or excrete. No matter how tight or extreme, being bound cannot cause me harm directly or indirectly no matter how long Ah end up being so bound, including but not limited to dehydration, asphyxiation, starvation, musculature injury, circulatory injury, blood clots, heart attacks, strokes, dismemberment, insanity, death, etc.”

“So if we don't hear from you for a few days, we should send someone around to cut you free,” Bethany joked.

“Ah suppose so,” Carol said, obviously relishing the idea. “But wait at least two days.”

Bethany's turn was uneventful.

Shahala landed on the practice square. "I will pretend I am master free and not use my genie abilities this turn."

"Hopefully Steve won't come out here," Bethany joked.

Carol rolled the die and drew an Action card that said to draw a Random card. "It says, 'Pass Right. Each time your turn comes up, all players pass their wish card to the player on their right. All effects involving wishes transfer to. If a player is practicing when the cards transfer, the player must practice the new wish. Wishes stop being passed when they return to their original makers or when the game ends.' "

Shahala noted, “Oh, that means I have to practice Carol's wish now.” Instantly, she and her chair were wrapped in tape from head to toe..

“That's so cool,” Bethany said.

“Is Donald into bondage?” Carol asked.

“Oh, yes,” Bethany smiled. She rolled the die. “Practice. So I have to practice being free of a master? Shahala does not have any other wishes. Actually, she gets to be her own master, sort of. Carol, I wish I was able to press my automaton button. When I do, I would retain enough free will to control myself verbally in the manner anyone else pressing the button would.”

Carol gave a small laugh as she said, “Granted.”

Bethany reached back and pressed her neck. She stopped moving, her arm still awkwardly behind her head. “Put my arm down,” Bethany monotoned and her arm lowered to her side. “Speak, it is your turn, Carol.”

Carol picked up the die and paused. “Oh, we have to swap wishes again now that it is my turn. So Shahala should now practice Bethany's wish and Bethany should practice my wish.”

Shahala remained covered in tape.

Bethany said, “Right hand, cover my mouth, tightly. Speak, this should basically tie me up inesca-- mmph mmmph.” Her arm moved into place. “Mmppm mphmm.”

“Shahala, did you hear?” Carol asked. “You should be practicing Bethany's ability.”

Shahala managed to nod her head in affirmation but remained taped up.

Carol shrugged and narrated her turn since Bethany was not looking at the board and Shahala's eyes were taped over. “Okay, Ah'm picking up the die and rolling it. Moving my pawn three squares to the Action space. Ah'm drawing a card. It's a wish so Ah'll discard it and draw again. The next card Ah can keep until later. So it is now Shahala's turn so she should consult the Outcomes Orb.

Shahala was suddenly sitting naked and covered in sweat on the seat. She summoned a towel to dry off her hands and arms as she reached for the orb, explaining, “Since you asked, I remained taped up to simulate Bethany's wish to be able to resist returning to normal.”

“Clever.”

“Thank you,” Shahala said looking at the orb. “It says, 'Well played, +3'. Ooh, I am so close to the end.” She picked up the die and rolled. She drew a card and kept it. “It's Bethany's turn.”

“MmmphM,” she muttered.

Carol reached over and touched Bethany's neck.

Bethany uncovered her mouth and said, “That was fun. Where's the orb?” She took the orb from Shahala and read the result, “Excellent, +2. Don't tell Don about my being about to automaton myself. I want to surprise him with it.”

Several rounds of play later the wish cards were back where they belonged and all three players' pawns were one square away from winning. Shahala turned over the Outcomes Orb. “It says, 'Satisfatory, +1 & Random.'”

“Oo, I Ride the Wave,” Bethany said.

“Ah do as well,” Carol said.

“Do we all advance and the game ends or do we read the Random first?” Shahala asked.

“I think we advance and then the Random takes place,” Bethany replied.

Carol picked up the rulebook. “If a fulfillment includes a Random deck draw at the end of the game. Any rounds mentioned in the Random event are considered completed immediately. If a practice is called for, practice must take place for at least 5 minutes after the game ends or the player forfeits the game.”

“Wonderful,” Bethany said. “So what's your Random say, Shahala.”

“It is your Random too,” Shahala replied. “You rode the wave of my outcome. Random. Repeat the most interesting practice, by any player in this game session.”

“We all have to do this?” Carol asked. “What was the most interesting practice?”

“I know what I would pick,” Bethany said. “What about you?”

“Probably Shahala being taped to the chair.”

“I agree, 100 percent.” Bethany said. “Shahala?”

“Well that was the  practice where we learned you and Don were into bondage,” Shahala noted.

“So how do we practice that?” Carol asked.

“I could make a wish that binds all three of us and Carol can grant it since I don't think she is bound, so to speak, by the limitation that wishes cannot benefit her,” Bethany said.

“I suppose that works,” Shahala said.

“Okay, make the wish and make it sexy too,” Carol said.

“Ooh, wait,” Shahala interrupted. “Let's arrange our chairs in a row facing the living room.”

They all giggled as the quickly got up and arranged themselves into a line. “Ready?”

Bethany scooted forward in her chair and pulled her elbows together behind her and leaned back against the chair, her legs were spread wide tucked under the chair at the sides with her feet reaching the back legs of the chair, as she spoke, “I wish Carol, Shahala and I were bound to these chairs using bondage tape that only sticks to itself not to hair or skin and which is immune to magic removal and which mutes any mouth it is covering, deafens any ear it is covering and blinds any eye it is covering and which cannot cause the taped person harm in any manner including but not limited to risk of circulation lose, sleep deprivation, dehydration, starvation, or suffocation. We are all completely wrapped from head to toe in my current pose except for a patch exposing our pussies. Attached to us with the tape is a big ball vibrator pressed firmly against our clitorises that no amount of squirming by the mummy can knock loose. The vibrator will automatically vary its speed and pressure against our bodies to bring us to the brink of orgasm and recede over and over only surprising us with completed orgasms 15-20% of the time. And, oh, if someone removes the vibrator or cuts off part of the tape without liberating us fully in ten minutes, the bindings magically repair themselves and the vibrator reappears. The tape and vibrator disappear once successfully removed. Anyone affected by this wish can reactivate it on their own body by thinking “tape me up” three times in a row followed by a duration, for example: “tape me up, tape me up, tape me up for three hours”. They will be taped up in the chair they are in how they are currently posed or they can imagine a different pose as part of wanting to be mummified. At the end of the duration, the tape and vibrator disappear. The default duration is eight hours. When released our body's feel great. If a woman touches someone mummified in this manner and says the words, 'Me Too', they become bound in exactly the same way with all the same conditions and consequences.”

“Oh, god that's so--,” Carol said. “Granted. Granted. Gra--.”

Silence permeated the dinning room. Each of them struggled against their bonds feebly as the cruel vibrator brought them to the brink of orgasm and pulled them back down. Even when it let them orgasm, silence remained in the room.

* * *

Josh paused outside the door to Don and Amanda's bedroom and was surprised to find out they were both flesh, or so they both believed as he read their minds.

Josh returned to the bedroom to find Alex right where he left her, as he expected. He looked into Alex's mind and found it quiet. No surface thoughts vied for attention. She was a little thirsty but nothing was processing that information.

"STAND UP," the voice commanded. And she obeyed. The voice continued speaking about inconsequential things the automaton could not comprehend.

"It's funny, Alex," Josh explained. "You are the only woman fully under someone else's control at the moment in the cabin." He kissed her lips.

She just stood there without any reaction.

He ran his hands all over her body.

"MAKE YOURSELF TALLER AND STRONGER. SEVEN FEET TALL, WITH MAMMOTH BREASTS AND LONG HAIR DOWN TO YOUR ASS," the voice commanded. And she obeyed. For a moment she felt the commands were unusual but as she complied this thought faded.

As much as he loved his petite girlfriend, this was a body no man could ignore. He disrobed and stood in front of her.

"LIFT ME UP AND PUSH MY DICK INTO YOUR PUSSY," the voice commanded. And she obeyed.

His feet did not reach the ground. Her grip on his ass was forceful but not unpleasant. His eyes were level with the top of her cleavage.

"FUCK YOUR PUSSY WITH MY DICK," the voice commanded. And she obeyed. With a firm grip on his ass and rear upper thighs, she pushed and pulled his pelvis on and off of hers.

He could tell she got some sense of pleasure from this action since she varied the angle of his cock inside her. He also enjoyed having his face slap into the beach ball sized bags on her chest as she pulled him forward.

She did not associate the motion of her arms with the pleasure emanating from her pussy. She liked that she felt the pleasure. She knew the voice was granting her the pleasure. She could not conceive of receiving or even asking for more pleasure. "FASTER," the voice commanded. And she obeyed. And the pleasure did increase. She could not easily fulfill her duties in this position. She shifted her grip, putting an arm arm his upper body to cut down on how much he flopped about.

He suddenly found a finger two knuckles deep in his ass and his cock was slamming in and out of her wet pussy. He inadvertently screamed from surprise. Almost as soon as he got use to the motion he found himself almost ready to burst. As she slammed him into her body, he cried out, “Freeze!” And she did. In the stillness of the tableau, he could feel his balls discharge and his cum flowed through and out of his cock. He grunted a few times as he expelled his cum.

He hung in mid-air for a few moments afterward catching his breath. After a moment he took hold of her hips and looped a leg around her thigh.

“RELEASE ME AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HIPS,” the voice commanded. And she obeyed.

He could feel her pecs moving as she raised her arms. He pulled out of her pussy and hopped down to the floor.  He reached up behind her neck and pressed the red button there. As her mind reengaged with reality and she blinked a couple times, he commanded, “Sleep.”

Her body remained as it had been but became more limp looking, her head bowed downward, eyes closed.

“Attempt to recolor your skin-- all of it-- green,” was his first command. It succeeded.

“Speak monosyllabically, in the third person and screw up noun-verb agreement occasionally.” Standing with her hands on her hips, she looked like a comic book fan's wet dream. Silently, Josh woke her up. "How was being an automaton?"

"It Hard To Say. Alex Not Think Or Feels As Bot." Alex replied effortlessly, managing to avoid polysyllabic words automatically. "Alex Most Like Grab Josh Ass And Fuck Josh Like Small Doll." She stepped closer to him menacingly licking her green lips with an even longer tongue than her normal fellatrix tongue.

Before he could speak her left arm sprang out and grabbed his two wrists. She lifted him up like a rag doll, cradling his legs in her right arm and drew his crotch toward her face. His cock stiffened at the rough handling and was soon drawn into her warm deep mouth. "Mmmm," Alex said. "Cock Taste Good."

Josh never would have expected that getting a blowjob hanging in midair could feel so good.

"Need More," Alex bellowed, tossing Josh onto the bed like a forgotten toy. She ripped open the bedroom door and bounded into the hallway smashing her head into the door jam.