This choice: A man approaches, it takes a second to recognise 'The Freak'. • Go Back...Chapter #6A man approaches, you recognise the freak. by: Mr. George  He looms over you, a head taller, and probably weighing twice as much as your current body. The sense of vulnerability is hard to deny, but you pull on your jacket. At least you can feel more professionally dressed.
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With a firm hand on one ass cheek, he guides you back into the cubicle. Getting flustered, you want to rage and protest, but his sheer power scares you into silence.
"We couldn't escape the pursuit." he explains, as you whirl around to face him. Cheeks crimson, you resist the urge to punch him in the chest. Your tiny fist hangs futilely at your side. Even if you had hit him, you doubt he'd have noticed.
"I've placed you in one of the anonymous NPC's of this world."
Your face contorts as you race through a range of emotions.
"You'll only give yourself away, if you act out of character." he warns.
A trilling giggle comes from one of the nearby cubicles. Followed by the unmistakable sound of an ass being spanked. The staccato swats are impossible to ignore. Nor the soft, sensual moaning, whimpering that comes from the same direction.
"Where the hell are we? And what kind of game is this?" you hiss in worried whispers.
An amused smirk flits across his face, vanishing when you don't smile back.
"It is what you think..." he answers leaving you queasier than you were to discover yourself as a secretary.
"If you get too independent the programming will step in, and guide you to the appropriate actions."
"What!" you hiss, in an outraged whisper with the fury of a shout.
"It's easier to show you." he says, huffing then continuing, "Girl strip." he said firmly.
His tone of voice offends, but you find yourself slipping the jacket back off. Unbidden, you start to unbutton your blouse. Incapable of stopping, you can only coquettishly look to see if he's still watching.
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You manage to shake your head 'No', but your body still complies to his command. Slipping the blouse from your shoulders, your lacy bra proudly displayed for his enjoyment. A whimper spills from your lips. You fight to say anything, to ask for him to stop, to beg for it, to rage, to do anything beyond obediently comply.
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"It's a man's world." He explains, "With women only as scenery, and biddable dolls." You wish you could snarl and spit.
As he gestures with an outstretched finger spiralling in the air. You're still under his spell.
"Assume the position."
Submissively, you turn your back, and bend over the desk. Presenting your ass for a spanking.
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You know your eyes are inviting, are begging for your punishment.
"That's enough of a lesson."
You snarl, through gritted teeth, as you turn around. Giving his a slap with your full weight behind it.
"I suppose I deserved that... But, this game is dangerous if you draw attention to yourself... So don't."
Flipping the too transparent blouse back onto your shoulders, you fasten the buttons with quaking fingers. Rage and fear making calm impossible. Even once that's done, and you slip the jacket back into place, you feel vulnerable and terrified.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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