The thing was inside of her head.And around her legs.It never spoke. The physic commands were nothing like the movies, where an ominous voice whispers suggestively in the back of her head. Images and ideas came through the alien-like unsummoned, unwanted thoughts. It came from the same source as the sudden urge to throw yourself into traffic or onto your best friend?s husband.But it wasn?t her*Renee simply referred to it as ID.ID knew things that she could not. The creature had slowly transformed the basement of the Denver Public Library into its own lair, deceptively cluttered with the different decorations and program materials needed for each initiative. But underneath the discounted books and festive trimmings, festered the spider-like ID.*Sending its webs out to control the city.It had been subtle at first, taking her and the other female managers. Renee never said anything as she watched her boss fidget in her power suit, never able to get comfortable. They knew better than to acknowledge or ignore ID, coming whenever it called, obeying its every command.*Because
güvenilir bahis around their genitals tightened the white, sticky web of its cum, hiding underneath every inch of their clothes to keep each woman chaste without the creature. It did not force them, telepathy or mind control was not ID?s way. It controlled the semen, almost like it bred itself inside of the girl, keeping her pussy controlled for weeks with ease.*She hadn?t climaxed since it had taken her a week ago.ID flashed images, warnings of what it had done to other women who resisted. It turned the semen solid, allowing the cum to vibrate inside of her, the equivalent of a vibrating egg. But it had so many ways to keep her balanced on the knife?s edge, right on the precipice of pleasure, where she would be more compliant.*Renee had tried everything, her vibrator, a dildo, even rubbing her fingers against her vagina when the web spread for her urine, the pee spraying all over her hand and thigh. Nothing worked to make her cum, and the creature kept at her, contorting its fluid
güvenilir bahis siteleri to bring about new sensations, keeping her close until she wept and begged.Willing to do anything?Renee had been like this when she had given the young purple-hair lesbian to her fate. As she gave out the instruction to the basement, ID had been working its warm cum inside of her, touching and tickling up her clit as it had been doing for days, making her fidget with discomfort as she spoke. More than anything, she wanted to strip over her clothes and grind her pussy against the first thing she thought of. It didn?t help, but it had been happening more and more frequently.Maybe the corner of the desk...*It had tormented her, tap-dancing on her clit through the night, forcing her legs to open and close involuntarily as it kept her right on the edge. She had been sleep-deprived to the point of almost being unthinking, brainwashed by these repeated images.These were the worst...It had shown her other women, each just as resistant, in a thousand other occupations
iddaa siteleri throughout the city. Like her, the webbing covered their pussy, preventing any attempt at masturbation or sex. She had seen these other beautiful women, resistant to the creature?s orders, forced to climax at the most inopportune times, stripped of every ounce of dignity.*There had been one woman, a blonde barely more than a teenager, cumming so intensely that she released her bladder at the time, wetting her pants in the middle of a busy restaurant. Another where a comely professor had climaxed in the middle of the lecture, vibrating on the floor in the fetal position as her class crowded around, at first concerned she was having a seizure.*Until ID continued the performance, the woman unable to hold in her erotic moans.Others were tormented through perpetual teasing until the woman obediently submitted to whatever ID demanded, desperate for release. Constantly on the edge, more and more broke, bombarded with instances of others doing the same, unable to stop themselves from succumbing.*Then they were rewarded.*Climaxes again like the first time they were claimed, like what the purple-haired pixie would soon experience as she walked out of the room, heading towards the basement with a list she would never complete...
