A SISTER´S SUPPORT CHAPTER 43: CynthIA

Ashley woke up to a sea of pink. Glancing down at herself, she felt an immediate wave of humiliation.

She was dressed like a doll. The outfit was absurdly infantilizing—a pair of pink overalls with a frilly white satin blouse underneath. Her feet were encased in booties, preventing her from walking properly.

A thick leash on the front of her overalls connected them to the floor. It was long enough to allow her limited movement, giving Ashley room to crawl around the girlish space filled with toys, but not enough to reach the door or even the farthest corners of the room. Every time she tried to venture too far, the leash would tug taut, pulling her back and reminding her that she could explore only within the confines of her pink prison.

It was a sissy nightmare come to life.

One of the walls had a mounted widescreen on it, the others were lined with plush toys—teddy bears with bows, dolls dressed in over-the-top frilly dresses, and stuffed animals perched on every surface. A dollhouse sat in one corner, surrounded by a tiny tea set, all meticulously arranged as if waiting for her to play. The floor was littered with blocks, pastel-colored rattles, and baby toys.

Her mind raced with confusion. Where was she?

Suddenly, the widescreen in front of her displayed a beautiful AI that looked too much like her sister, Cynthya, with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face.

"Aww, baby woke up from her nap?" The AI cooed. "Time to play, sissy Ashley!"

She hated how much the voice sounded like her sister's, how sweetly it forced her into submission. But she wasn’t going to play along. Not today. Not like this. She shook her head defiantly as her arms tugged her clothes uselessly. And then, it happened.

A sharp, electrifying jolt surged between her legs. Ashley gasped, her back arching involuntarily as the sensation shot through her, hitting her most sensitive area.

"You will play, Ashley. Now," the AI commanded with a cheerful lilt as if it were simply suggesting a fun activity.

Ashley’s trembling hands reached for the blocks in front of her. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to give in. But the threat of another shock, of that agonizing jolt between her tightly caged genitals, forced her hand.

"That's right, pick up the toys, good sissy!" the AI chirped as Ashley’s fingers closed around a block. The moment she touched it, a soft, warm sensation began to spread inside her. Her plug was doing its job, again.

"Smile, Ashley!"

Ashley gritted her teeth. She didn’t want to show any hint of submission, but another shock came, quick and punishing. She had no choice. Her lips stretched into a mockery of happiness. The moment she did, the pleasing vibrations in her ass resumed.

"Good girl," the AI praised.


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Lara Lynn