This choice: You slide, swapping with your duplicate in an alternate dimension • Go Back...Chapter #5You slide, swapping with your duplicate in an a... by: Yote   Christina Gray hurried through the neon-lit streets. It would be dark soon, and then the AA soldiers would spill out of their barracks, looking for comfort women to satisfy them. Christina didn't want that. Refusing the advances of a soldier was punishable by flogging or worse, yet her body was still sore from the last series of treatments they had forced on her. Her breasts and ass were particularly sensitive today, swollen with the silicone gel they had pumped into them, and the hormone supplements were making her nipples puffy and tender.
Her ass squeaked inside the short, faux-leather skirt as she minced down the pavement, and the high heels strapped to her feet made a shameful clack on the concrete with each step.
It had been six months since the occupation had caught her working for the resistance. She had been a man then and a hell of a fighter, if she did say so herself, but the Asian Alliance had soon taken care of that. Dragging her from her bed, they'd taken her to one of their 'rehabilitation camps', cut off the penis that she'd so proudly kept for 17 years, cut apart her body and sewn in back together in the shape of a woman. They'd pumped her full of drugs that had clouded her thoughts and weakened her body, all the while torturing her until her mind broke. Eventually she'd spilled the names and location of every one of her comrades, and been forced to watch as they too were made to undergo the same treatment.
That was in the past. She was a good girl now. A good, good girl. But that didn't mean she had to throw herself at them.
Military trucks were arriving in the main street, but by that time she was already at the train station. She hurried onto the train that would take her home, curling up in the corner of an abandoned carriage.
Lulled by the sway of the train, she was just beginning to drift asleep when a shadow passed over her. She shrank back in her seat, away from the man in the military uniform who stood in the aisles, staring down at her with a look of hunger on his sweaty face. She counted the pips on his shoulder, he was a General, refusing him would be a death sentence.
She found herself shaking as he bent over the seat, pulling her skirt up and her panties aside. This would be the first time she'd been taken as a woman since they broke her. She felt tears prick her eyes and... static crawling over her skin. That was odd.
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You clutch your jaw. "Jesus, you little prick, you didn't have to hit me that hard." As you say that, static begins to crackle over your skin. There is a rush of air in your ears and the room lurches around you. "Hey, I think it's workiiiiiiiiii-"
"肮脏的欧洲妓女!"
In a flash, you're suddenly no longer standing. You're bent over the seat of some sort of filthy train carriage, your muscular body straining out of a pale pink vest top and faux-leather skirt.
"你的肛门感觉如此紧 ;张!!!"
A very fat, sweaty Chinese man has his dick plunged deep up your ass, and is panting heavily and bellowing as he rides you for all he's worth.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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