Controlled (Futa/Fem, Domination/Bondage, Mind Control, Transformation, Dark)

Well, this is a bit of a departure for me. It takes place in the same universe as A Match Made in Heaven, (which it awesome and you should read it.) though it's nothing like that story. It's only real connection is the McKenzie character, who in the future has apparently opened a business giving people genetic mutations.

A word of warning: this is the darkest story I've ever written. People have some serious psychological problems. There is no happy ending.

Still, I hope you find it sexy. I know I did.

“Do you want to cum?” she said teasingly.

“Mmmh!” came the mumbled reply, strained around the red rubber ball stuffed in the woman’s mouth. She was strapped to the bed, completely naked, limbs spread-eagle, pulled to the bedposts. She strained, but barely moved, she was stretched too tight to get any leverage. Her large breasts jiggled on her slightly plump frame, her head rolled in her short, sweat-matted blond hair. She breathed rapidly through her nose, her eyes wide, staring at the tall, dark-haired woman looming over her.

The tall woman was dressed all in leather; a tight corset pushed her modest breasts up on her slim torso, thigh-high stiletto boots led up to a thong that did nothing to cover her 8-inch erection. Her long black hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, a vibrator in her hand. She looked down at her captive with a stern expression. “I couldn’t hear you. What was that?” She reached down, holding the buzzing vibrator barely an inch above her clit.

"MMMMRR!!" the bound woman tried to scream, thrusting her hips up a tiny bit, straining to make contact with the pulsing device. The leather-clad woman kept it tantalizingly just out of reach. She pulled it away, instead choosing to trace it over her swollen nipples. The restrained woman let out a pitiful moan, closing her eyes and tossing her head back and forth in frustration. This had gone on for over an hour; the tall woman was an expert at orgasm denial. But no matter how cruel it seemed, the woman never tried to escape.

The Dom displayed a wicked smile. "I think you do," she said. "In fact, I think you're desperate for it. If you could talk, you would be BEGGING to cum." She moved the humming piece of plastic down the woman's torso, making a gentle trail down her chest and belly, the muscles under the skin shuddering in its wake. She stopped just short of her glistening slit. Her head moved down to her ear, her hair pooling on the bed. She whispered "But I won't let you."

The captive woman closed her eyes and let out a pitiful whine. She turned her head away. "Look at me." said the Dom, in a commanding voice. The woman obeyed. "No matter what happens, you do NOT have permission to cum. If you do, there will be punishment, the kind you will NOT enjoy." Tearful eyes looked up at her. "Answer me, whore." she said, a