Amin and the HARLOT-DOLL Skinsuit (6) (Patreon)

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 😭 )

AMIN AND THE HARLOT-DOLL SKIN-SUIT

Part 6

Maria woke up with a splitting headache, laying on her belly on the floor, and her body felt tender, as if it were irritated. She tried to bring a hand to the source of the pain, but something was stopping her. She tried with her other hand, and she couldn’t do it either.

She needed a little time doing this, so that, aside from the pain coming from the huge bump on her head, she could feel something else. And just as quickly as her sense of touch and the pain returned, Maria began to feel, first fear and then panic.

She was tied to the floor… no, she wasn’t tied… something was holding her by her wrists. She noticed that her wrists were tied together behind her back. She couldn’t spread her legs or stretch them out… And suddenly a terrible thought crossed her mind, and a shiver of terror ran down her spine, leaving her paralyzed.

“Oh gods!” she tried to say, realizing that, aside from having a bump on her head and being tied up like a victim in a sadistic movie, she was also gagged. “Shit… oh shit… Oh Shit!”

Then she began to hear footsteps… footsteps that couldn’t belong to a man, or at least, not to the kind of thieves she imagined.

Those footsteps echoed against the floor of her apartment. They were clear and distinct. A double click. With a first loud sound and a second, immediate, lower-pitched secondary sound. Just like the sound of her own footsteps when she wore her high heels for special occasions.

“Oh! I'm so glad you're finally awake. It must have been a mighty blow,” said the figure who suddenly entered the room and began to approach her. “I'm so sorry, honey. As you can tell, I've been a bit of a bad girl.”

Maria looked up, and her face twisted into an expression of disbelief. She immediately recognized the face, the hair, the clothes, even the heels. The high-pitched voice was the same one as heard in the Lascivia ads. Maria let out a bewildered 'Mmpff' and looked in every direction she could…

“Relax, honey, don’t worry,” said the Harlet-Doll, pointing to herself. “Your husband, Amin, is still right here, but all that's left of him is just a dull memory, just as dull as he always was. Do you like how this body looks on me? I personally love it… it’s changed me so much.”

Maria 'Mmpffed' again and began struggling against her bonds. An unfamiliar fury began to burn inside her. How could her husband have sunk so low? How could he have worn that?

That she had to work examining Lascivia products for their religious group so they could sue the company was awful enough! But another… another thing was that her husband turned out to be a depraved sinner!

"YES! I discovered your little secret while looking for some glue to fix the handle on our little table. At first I was going to ask you for an explanation... but I don’t know what happened when I picked it up and touched the inside," Patrice’s voice began to grow less high-pitched and more like a purr as she recalled the moment she decided to try on the costume.

"I couldn’t resist... at first it was just to try it on... pure curiosity... I think... but there’s something about this suit I can’t explain... something that feels so good, so tempting, so irresistible…"

Maria’s eyes widened as she listened to Amin’s story, and then she realised it wasn’t Amin’s fault, but rather her own lack of caution. And so she began to struggle harder against her bonds to free herself.

Maria looked up at the slut standing in front of her, shocked by the turn of events. She had to break free and rip the skinsuit off Amin before it was too late. Before her husband’s personality was completely destroyed by the experience of the suit.

"Oh, Maria… How could you, after being this goddess, go back to being a loser married to that loser Amin? This body has so many advantages and so much to offer. It’s so irresistible and has so many needs, and all of them… Ugh... they’re so deliciously depraved," Patrice began to say, moving away from her and sitting on the couch, while she started caressing her breasts through the thin, soft fabric of her dress.

"Now I’m so depraved… You can’t even imagine what they did to me in our neighbor’s apartment… Oh God… you would never have let me do anything like that to you… But now that I’m Patrice, I can have that kind of depraved sex whenever I want, or whenever I need another fix…"

"Thanks to our neighbor, that pig, it’s impossible for me to control myself now… Oh Maria, you can’t even imagine the things I tried with him and his depraved friends. Why don’t we ever try those drugs when we have sex? What I liked best was that they assured me that, for those drugs they gave me, there’s no rehab. Don’t you think that’s incredible?" Patrice went on.

Maria was stunned upon hearing Amin. So much so that she could only stare at him and was no longer able to keep struggling against her bonds. Those words left her broken. She didn’t even try to say anything. Not even a muffled sound escaped her gag.

How was it possible that the person who once had been her husband, honorable, stoic, a paragon of morality, and a devout believer, had become little more than a sex and drug addicted whore? In the stupor she had sunk into, she didn’t even realize she was crying.

"And you know what’s best? Thanks to that suit’s remote control, I don’t have to worry about remorse or morality anymore..." Patrice continued, pulling out the broken remote she’d been holding between her tits.

"These tits and this pussy are mine forever. You’ll never see your Amin again. Because if anyone’s going to be the fucking Patrice, it’ll be me... now and forever! I activated the suit’s seal before doing this to you, so it’s useless to struggle, and now you can’t take it off me.

The End?