EVELIN - THE REVENGE - ACT II - Parts 11 & 12 (Patreon)
Content
IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .
( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )
On the way to the party
(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2.5)
Part 11
It was the sound of the cab's horn that brought Luna back to her senses. She got up from the ground feeling dizzy. . . disoriented. . . she was having trouble thinking about what to do. The orgasm had been so strong, that she had forgotten what she was going to do. . . And when she heard the sound coming from the cab again, she remembered where she was supposed to go.
Before leaving Evelin's house and getting into the taxi, Luna put on her wig. Which, by the way, was fixed in place as if stuck on with superglue, as soon as she let go of it. Then she took her wallet out of her purse, grabbed the flask with the rest of the oil and refrained from putting on a jacket, so everyone would appreciate her new body.
Then she heard the cab's horn call again for her and Luna walked off in short strides, provocatively wiggling her new ass, which wobbled with every step, and letting her tits bounce freely. In the twenty yards from her front door to where the cab was standing, she created a commotion in the people walking down her street as everyone noticed her.
Now, Luna, as she walked out to and before she got into the taxi in the sunlight, discovered that the suit reacted to it. The warm glow of the sun, caused the suit to shrink even more, as well as the hood. The suit became a little stiffer and Luna had to walk more slowly. Without realizing it, between her fingers, a membrane grew, connecting the five fingers of her hand. And inexplicably her fingernails also grew inside the gloves. With every millimeter they grew, they became harder and tougher.
"Um. . . Miss are you Luna?" asked the cab driver when he saw her arrive.
"Yes, honey, Luna, that's me," she answered, getting in, clearly wanting to show off herself in front of her improvised audience. An indescribable sensation invaded her when for the first time she heard another person call her by her new name. "Take me to King's Court, house 32."
Evelin's friend's house was not far away, barely fifteen minutes, twenty if there was traffic, it would be a short drive. And as Luna played with herself, sucking her index finger with her sensitive new lips, she couldn't help but notice the cab driver. He was the classic social reintegration looking cabbie, foreign, muscular ex-convict looking, but also drug addict looking because of his thinness.
A different warmth now invaded her body as she looked at him. It all started with a sickening noise from her belly, like that of hunger or something else, she had not felt before. At the same time she began to hear that domineering, hypnotic Voice in her head again.
Unlike before, when she had felt the need to feel something in her pussy, now it was like a fire making her need to be filled a burning desire. Now the suit had become so tight that she could feel the walls of her vagina, thanks to the special parts. She began to feel an ache because of the need to have a cock, to fill her up and use her pussy.
Part 12
"Make him use you!" the Voice was telling her in a tone very similar to her own. "Squeeze his cock, we need his seed! You want to feel his hot seed in your slutty pussy to become addicted to that feeling."
"Yes," Luna said, almost as a sigh. "I am a slut now, and I want him to use me as a slut. To be really and completely a slut. . . Gods. . . how I like how it sounds. How much I want to be one"
"Sex with him will make you addicted, there will be no turning back," the Voice continued. "We want to feel his cock, we want him to fill our pussy, and fill our womb with semen, the more the better, because we want to be Luna, to be a horny slut. . . We don't want to be Evelin, and we never want to take off this second skin that makes us Luna, that gave us this degenerate looking body."
"Only after letting him use you as a whore, you won't have to wish for it anymore, every time you wear the suit you will be her, and every time you wear it it will be harder for you not to be her. You will want to be her forever. To have to open your legs to be able to buy yourself something to eat, to open your pussy to have a place to sleep, and no matter how much we open them, we will never be able to calm our desire and we never want it to end or to be able to satiate. . ."
As she listens to that Voice that was dragging her to cheat on Alex with a stranger, her finger begins to slide now over her lips. She sucks on it, imagining it was a cock. Then she begins to playfully run it across the surface of the suit, down to one of her breasts. While her other hand is already rubbing between her legs. Gradually she begins to touch herself more intensely without taking her eyes off the reflection of that unknown driver. She imagines herself being fucked by her driver, letting him use her as he wants. . .
But soon that fantasy degenerated, like in those movies in which, suddenly the locks of the car are down, and she is kidnapped, with him chaining her in a dark, damp, dirty and filthy room, on a broken and even dirtier mattress. Making him her kidnapper and pimp, and where she is a mere object of his property that he lets others use to cum inside her, for a few measly bucks.
"What a delicious fantasy. . ." she said half in whispers, and that she partly wished that it would really happen to her, made her feel so depraved. "I love it. . ."
Luna couldn't contain herself, she liked it so much, as she thought about that degenerated, that twisted fantasy and so worthy of a sick mind, that she began to moan. Her driver hearing her, looked in the rearview mirror. His eyes snapped open and he was so distracted by the sight of her that his cab began to veer off the road. The warning alarm that detected the lines on the road alarmed him and he promptly corrected his steering. And then their gazes met in the rearview mirror.
"Lady, do you need any help back there?" asked the driver, somewhat surprised and pushing his luck.
"No, I'm not a lady, and no, I don't need your help." Luna answered sensually, but changing her tone to a desperate and greedy one. "This slut wants your cock!. . . NOW!"
To be continued. . .