With a sigh, she made her decision. The way she saw it, her best bet was to go along with him until she found an opportunity to fight back. She wasn’t sure what she could do against the power of his personal Automorph. But one thing was certain. She wouldn’t be able to do anything as a piece of latex clothing ... or a condom ... or whatever else that sick bastard’s imagination could come up with.
“Okay, Piatzo,” she told him, bending down to pick up the pair of latex panties from the floor. “You win.” For now, she added silently to herself. With another sigh, she bent to slip her foot into the panties.
“Wait!” Piatzo suddenly cried out. “I just thought of something.” Alicia stopped, arching her eyebrow at him. “Sharon’s been wearing that outfit, including those panties for…” He stopped to count in his head. “…for at least three days now.”
“So?” Alicia asked.
“So,” he went on, “she’s had that thing inside her all that time. It’s probably got all kinds of her stuff all over it. And she’s been dating that sicko D'Addventure for months now. Who knows what kind of diseases he’s given her.”
Alicia had to admit he had a point. “So, what?” she questioned. “You want me to leave them off?”
“Of course not,” he told her. “Here.” He reached into his pocket and held something out to her. Taking it, she saw that it was the condom that she had watched him turn Sharon into. “Kinda ironic, huh?” he told her. “Who better to protect you from any diseases she might have than the girl who might have them?”
Alicia looked from him to the condom in her hand. She knew that Piatzo was testing her. But could she really use her friend that way?
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