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"Play with yourself for an hour or two. You can catch the next train," a voice whispered like venom into her ear.

Target > 65

1d100 Roll = 82

Successful Suggestion (+2 Corruption Points)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 2

Zoey felt every desire to rush and be on time, leave her mind. Instead, it was replaced with a greater desire. Before she even knew what she was doing, her hands reached up and cupped her breasts. They were so heavy and hefty. Spilling out from her fingers. She had barely touched them this morning when she washed herself in the shower. Her hands had brushed across them like a brief gust of wind. Now she couldn't keep her hands off of them.

Zoey moaned as her hands caressed them. She felt her legs stumble back, as her knees grew weak, till she bumped into her bed and flopped back onto it. Naked, body still glistening from her shower, she lay upon the bed as her hands sensually explored herself. It was slow and gentle, like the touch of a lover. Zoey closed her eyes and imagined it was someone else touching her.

Some strong, handsome man who was a gentle giant on the outside but behind closed doors, a devious, carnal hungry, ionate beast of a man with a demanding presence, who knew what he wanted, which was to bring Zoey to new heights of pleasure. Or a woman, beautiful and clever, able to talk circles around Zoey and leave her flustered, teasing her out in the open but when they got to the bedroom, making good on all her flirting and promises as she played Zoey's body like a fiddle.

Her legs parted as one hand moved down to cup her pussy. She was so wet. Still,she **** herself to take it slow. Fingers circling her drooling lips while her other hand moved to play with her nipple. She gasped as the very tip of her fingers brushed against one of her hard, fat nipples. It was so sensitive. She repeated the motion upon her other breast and moaned. How long had it been since she felt this type of touch?

Her body responded to it. Nipples throbbing, pussy clenching around nothing, as her core ached and her breath came in small gasps. Zoey gave in to her desire and need as she let her fingers finally part her pussy. She pressed a finger in and gasped. She was engulfed with wet and warmth. A slick noise echoing around the room as her other hand grasped her breast tightly, squeezing it like a stressball, fingers pinching her nipple ever so slightly.

The pain combined lovely with the pleasure as she added a second finger to herself and sunk it in deep. God, she was so fucking tight and warm and wet and… mmmmmm… she could only imagine what it felt like to fuck herself with a cock. Where was a good man when she needed one? Or a woman for that matter? She'd take some girl cock… any cock really… mutiple if need be… her whole body flushed and she arched her back as she began to fuck herself with her fingers.

Zoey knew her body, better than anyone she would bet. It did not take her long to bring herself to a screaming orgasm. Her pussy gushing around her fingers and across her palm. Her other hand continued to play with her breasts, alternating between them, toying with herself. She slowed her roll dramatically but did not stop. The compulsion kept her going. Even as she groaned in mild-protest, her orgasm was not even over, yet she continued to play within herself.

Soon enough she felt her pleasure rise again. Zoey worked herself back up. Fingers first caressing her lower lips before delving into her depths once more. She fingered herself to a second orgasm. This one was less powerful but almost as intense. Her legs trembled as she came again upon her fingers. Her hand upon her breasts had grown rougher. She imagined a partner that was forcing her to cum a second time. It made the whole experience so much hotter.

Of course, in a way she was being ****. The compulsion kept her playing with herself. She could have cheesed it. Merely toyed with her body for the remainder of the time it had set but each time she felt a rise within herself she could not help but try to make herself cum. Another two orgasms came before she finally felt like it was over. Despite it all, rather than exhaustion, Zoey felt relieved, more so than she had in a long ass time.

She faintly glanced over at the clock… she had missed even the second train… but another would be along. Wearily, she pulled herself up and out of her now messy bed, soaked with her own juices. She was a total mess , legs shaky, thighs splattered with her juices, her fingers smelling strongly of her pussy and hair well tangled. Well, at least she had time for a shower now. No need to rush, the next train would be a full forty minutes away.

After freshening up, taking her time on the second go in the shower, she made her way out to get dressed. The question remained, what should she wear? She was still inclined to her more comfortable clothes but she had time to dress up now.

"You have time to dress up in one of your cosplays. It will impress the group that you went this far for the first session," a voice echoed some of her own thoughts back at her.

Target > 40

1d100 Roll = 15

Failed Suggestion

Zoey:

Corruption Points = 2

Nah, even if she did have time… it was not the type of outfit to just wear around the city. Imagine the looks she would get. People asking her where the convention was or making dumb jokes. She turned to the rest of her wardrobe.

"Dress up as a sexy dungeon mistress," a voice whispered to her. "Like Elvira, to put your group in the right mood for the session."

Target > 50

1d100 Roll = 96

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Points)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 3

Oh now that would turn heads! Zoey excitedly went through her outfits. She knew she had something here that would… there it was. A dress with a plunging neckline. It was black like Elvira's with a slit running up it almost as high. She had some fishnets that would work well along with some costume jewellery for a ring and even a pair of serpent earnings. But she needed to substitute the pumps for black, ankle-high, heeled boots. She also added in a purple starry hooded capelet to give it a dungeon mistress vibe and grabbed one of her prop daggers from her cosplay collection.

Zoey picked up her bag and she looked herself over. That was… not a bad look at all. She looked every part the sexy dungeon mistress the voice had suggested. The dress showed a lot more cleavage than she would have preferred, outside of a steamy date or the club at least. But the capelet covered some of that up as she adjusted the moon clasp. Now she needed to get to the train.

Slipping the new book into her bag, she left the apartment. While heading out the door she noticed her phone had a lot of messages. She glanced at them. Ohhhhh she was so late to her gaming group and they were… not happy. Sending a message back that she was sorry and was on her way, she walked past her neighbour's door. As she did she heard what sounded like a commotion going on in there.

Pausing, Zoey listened in, she hoped they were alright. Instead she heard the sound of furniture creaking and muffled moans. Ah, it seemed she was not the only one in the mood this morning. And considering how said horny, young couple normally carried on… this was mild.

Shaking her head, Zoey looked down at her phone. She was going to be so late if she took the train, her group was already together and annoyed at her. Should she spring for an uber? She really didn't have the money for that, so maybe she should just use the train… but perhaps there was another option? The voices spoke up at this moment.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoey.