Whitney went into her room, just to find her former sister touching herself over her bed, she was transformed into some kind of fetish fantasy. Before she could even react, Eric came from nowhere and close the door whit lock.
-Hello Whitney
-Eric what's gonig on? what happened to Rachel?
-Well... I happen, but don´t worry, I'll make sure the same happen´s to you.
Rachel pounced over Whitney, dropping her into the bed, she embraced her so the younger one couldn't even move.
-Well done Puppyslut
-Eric stop this!, I'ts not fun, I'll tell mom
-This is not a joke Whitney, soon you´ll understand
Eric pulled out the coin and flipped the latch. Once again the coin began spinning rapidly in his hand. and Whitney got entranced.
-From now on, whenever I say something followed by the word lock, that something will become locked. If it's a body part, it will freeze in place. If it is a memory or something about yourself, you will be unable to remember it. If it is a person, you will not remember who they are. If it is an emotion, you will not be able to feel it. If it is an article of clothing or something on your person, you will be unable to remove it. If it is an action, you will be unable to perform it. A lock will remain until I say the word release.
- Lock -numbled Whitney
-Now... Mind Lock! - ordered Eric.
Whitney's body became numb, he ordered Rachel to undress her younger sister as he went for her new skin; a few minutes later things were done, now she was wearing black pantyhose, a black leather corse, cat ears, oa black choker whit a bell at the front and a pair of 5" black lace stilettos.
-Mind release!
Whitney waked up slowly, then she saw her clothes and run for the door, but before she could scream, Eric commanded: -Anger Lock!
Now she was confused, and Eric continued: -Values lock, Shame lock!
Whitney fell to her knees, a rush of sensations run trough her body, overwhelming her in pleasure.
-Identity Lock!
-What happened?... Who am I?
-You used to be known as Whitney, but she's now dead, now you are my bloyal companion which only lives to make me happy, you'll help me in any task that our devilish minds can think, now rise as you reborn in my faithul partner/Slave Dr.Whoreney!
As he said those words, Rher older sister held the last article of the clothing: a black cat buttplug, Dr.Whoreney took it and grin.
-Do it -ordered Eric
Puppyslut rip the pantihose just enought for let the buttplug pass, then Whitney herself did the job, her little body twisted a little as it entered her, but when she was done, a devilish grin was drawn on her face, as her lips pressed against Erics ones, he only broke up the kiss to say a couple of words:
-Clothing lock!
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