At the command of her words Mircalla stopped feeling and trembled on the come down. She let go of Laura and as coherence started to come back it was enough time for her to look at her body. “What have you done? This…” She tried to peel off what looked like a suit but realised it was now her skin. “It won’t come off.”

On instinct Mircalla touched her face but her fingertips weren’t the same. It felt different and eventually she found the metal ridge that was fixed along her jawline and gasped. The reality set quickly set in that there was no getting out of this.

Mircalla touched her breasts and felt nothing. As one of her most sensitive parts this made her angry but just as Laura had spoken she couldn’t feel anything below the waist.

Before she had time to argue Laura sent another command and powerless to resist Mircalla did as she was told, growling slightly that Laura had taken away the use of her fangs. She knew Mircalla loved to bite as she played.

Her hands came up and kept Laura’s legs from closing. She started off slowly flicking her tongue across the hood of her clit, sucking at the right moments she knew would make Laura wet. Only this time she shivered with experience of everything Laura was feeling. The moans that escaped Mircalla’s lips built higher but she couldn’t stop. Her tongue kept tormenting and building up pressure she didn’t know she had left.