LORENNE'S MYSTIQUE ADVENTURE (3)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

LORENNE'S MYSTIQUE ADVENTURE

Part 3 - Becoming Mystique

In and out, deeper in and faster out, harder back inside, eagerly stroking her new pussy from the inside Lorenne played with herself. She wished she had been born with this new pussy. It felt so much better, it was hungrier, making her insatiable. Mystique's skinsuit made her have urges she had never known before, not even in the most excited and uncontrolled days she had ever experienced, when she had fucked the first one that didn't freak out.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she moaned, out of her mind. "I love it, it feels so good... yes... don't let me cum yet.... tame me more."

Writhing with excitement, pleasure and hunger for more, lying on the cold hard floor, Lorenne masturbated like she had never touched herself before. In other circumstances, she would have at least cum once by now, and her body would be so relaxed, that her mind would already be free to think only of more sex. But for some cruel and delicious reason, the suit deprived her of being able to cum, but at the same time, the pleasure she felt was better than any orgasm.

It was so easy to let her fantasy fly and so realistic was that sensual voice pushing her to continue exploring what that skinsuit was doing to her. It sounded like the voice of a dominant woman, a really manipulative voice, filling her mind with the urge to obey. It had started as a melody, with sensual lyrics, distant and barely audible, but all the time present. Now that she had put on the hood, the erotic voice was so clear, as if it was inside her head.

"I love it... so much pleasure..." she thought wonderingly, needing more and more. "It's like being brainwashed for real."

Lorenne had fantasized before about being dominated and manipulated, being brainwashed and turned into a sex slave. Living in a world of luxury and comfort, forced to wear expensive outfits of scanty fabric, to walk on fine heels and high platforms. But now she was experiencing a fantasy that eclipsed all the previous ones she had had. Now, with Mystique's skinsuit, she could be her perfect sexual fantasy.

She'd put on the suit to save herself... But what if she didn't want to escape? What if what she had wanted, by putting on the suit, was to give her a reason to get caught? To be punished, to be chained, to be bent to someone's will?

"Oh fuck!" she said to herself pinching her nipple hard, while her fingers seemed to want to tear up her insides. "Fuck yes, yes, I want to be a sex slave... yes, a sensual and submissive whore... the mortal Mystique turned into a simple puppet of a gang or better a Madame... fuck, that's good."

Her moans and cries of pleasure, although they were almost screams, they did not escape that inquisitorial dungeon. They were as much prisoners of the walls on which their echoes bounced back, as she would be, of the one who had left those manipulated suits from Lascivia in there. The more she admitted it, the more intense the pleasure became. The closer and at the same time the more distant the longed-for orgasm became.

And so, little by little, the suit completed the fusion with the host. Trapping Lorenne inside the skinsuit, who, without knowing it, heard the manipulative voice, through hypnotic suggestions, emitted by the skull on her forehead. Little by little Lorenne's mind was being manipulated, rewritten, changed. More easily than expected, thanks to her previous perversion. She would keep some of her memories, but manipulated. She would also keep her personality, but heavily corrupted. But she would not be Lorenne anymore, the gothic girl, who, deep down, intentionally provoked her bully, because it turned her on when she humiliated her.

"Being Mystique is the best..." she said to herself without knowing why she really wanted it anymore. "It makes me want to never want to be Lorenne again..."

When at last the heat of the climax, brought about by her her desperate massages, managed to dislodge the frustration, she burst into a whole galaxy of stars, each one an orgasm. Nothing existed anymore, not the convent, not the floor, and even less Lorenne. All thoughts about her parents and college, her former life, disappeared from her mind.

Now she would only be Mystique. But not the comic book villain, Magneto's lackey. No. She would be the submissive Mystique. The slave of her Madame.

The voice she could not stop hearing in her head, was now without subtleties, without erotic fetishes, without a sexual tone when it called her a whore. It was no longer necessary, this new Mystique lived for humiliation and being dominated, always eager to please, to serve. She was now another tool to manipulate the corrupt European Commissioners. A trojan horse, to steal all the information from them, under a thousand charming faces.


The End?