trina struggled, but Trina was too strong for her. she felt a surge of inexplicable terror as her other self grabbed both of her hands and easily pinned them down, smiling cruelly as She spread trina’s legs with Her knees and teased trina’s wet pussy with Her strap-on. “This can’t be happening,” trina moaned, “this can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening–”
“Of course it’s not happening,” Trina said coldly, cutting her off with a deep, powerful thrust that slid all the way into trina’s cunt right up to the base. This close, trina could see the differences–the other her looked stronger, with better-defined muscles and slightly darker hair, but there was still so much of her about Her. “This is all in your mind. I’m the part of you that wants to be taken and brainwashed and fucked into mindless obedience, and you’re the part that’s resisting.” She pumped her hips, causing trina to wail in surprise as the dildo smacked her right on the clit. “Well. Trying to resist, anyway.”
Trina flipped her over effortlessly onto her stomach, continuing to pound her with the strap-on again and again as she struggled to crawl forward. trina’s limbs felt weak and rubbery, sapped of strength by the constant, intense pleasure of thrust after thrust that always seemed to find the exact spot that made her tingle hardest with arousal. It was like the other Trina knew exactly what made her helpless with pleasure–no, not like, trina realized. She did. She knew just how to fuck trina into compliance, into surrender, into blank and sleepy bliss. trina tried to push Trina off, but all it did was fuck her deeper.
“Puh-please,” trina moaned, “please, you can’t… I’ll fight, I can, I can fight you, I…” she managed to push herself forward, squirming free of Trina’s grasp and stumble-crawling across the blank, shadowy room that only existed in her head. In the real world, she knew, she was staring vacantly into space, absorbing her programming, going deeper into hypnosis… but in here, she was still free. she was just barely free. And if she could resist her other self, then…
Trina chuckled, giving her a three-step head start before lifting her to her feet and pushing her up against the wall. She pinned trina easily, ignoring her struggles with an almost casual amusement, and slid the strap-on back into trina’s wet pussy. trina was embarrassed to find herself leaning back onto it. “you can’t fight it,” she said. “Because deep down, you don’t want to. you want to be fucked mindless, you want to give up control and sink into endless pleasure, you want your cunt to make all the decisions for you. It’s why I’m so much stronger than you are. Because deep down… you want me to be.”
“No,” trina moaned, desperately wriggling as the other woman kept finding her clit over and over again. “No, i, i want to be free, i want to be… oh, fuck, oh GOD, i…” her eyes rolled back into her head as Trina’s strap-on thrust deep inside her, making her pussy gush down her legs as her climax hit. “Please, You… oh, fuck, please, You have to stop, i, i can’t think, i can’t… oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK i…”
“I think I’m done listening to you,” Trina said, strapping a ball-gag into trina’s mouth. “The words, at least. Feel free to keep moaning for me. Because whatever it is we’re doing outside right now, however they’re making us obey… in here, I am never going to stop fucking you.” As She pressed trina up against the wall, the weak and helpless woman knew that it was true.
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