"Wh-when are you gonna let me out?" Jessica's imprisoned soul whimpers. "You know I'm claustrophobic."
You toss the glass sphere from one to the other, then make a decision. You drop the ornamental prison back in the box of old Christmas decorations. "See you at Christmas," you gloat. "One of the Christmases anyway. Can't say for sure which one. Thanks for the beautiful body. If there's anything left of it when you get out, maybe I'll let you have it back."
"NooooOOOoooo!" Jessica whails as you seal the box and her fate, returning her to the dark place in the back of the garage. You can barely contain your excitement as you run back to your room, to Jessica's body, now all yours. It lies as if asleep on your rug. Perhaps you can carve it up, sell the parts on the internet. You'll keep the most succulent, fun bits for yourself of course. Or you can use her body to upgrade your own. Life with tits and a dick. Now that would be an experience.
Crouching by her body, the rapier in your hand, you nudge her. She slumps slightly to the side, her mouth falling open slightly. You can't help it, kissing her soft lips, sliding your tongue into her hot, moist mouth. Without even realising it, you're going hot and heavy, massaging her breasts through her shirt while you grind your dick against her hip. Filled with the thrill of doing something so totally wrong, you tug down her jeans, then her panties, and slide your manhood into her tight, unresisting pussy.
If it were up to you, you'd keep your toy like this forever, but a part of you knows that can't be. Somebody would find her and she'd be hospitalised as a drooling vegetable. Unless...
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