/jp/ - Otaku Culture

When I found myself in Okina's body, sitting in her wheelchair, the first thing I did was try to will open a door to the Outside World.
But nothing happened.
"Trying for this?" Okina said, in my voice, snapping my fingers, upon which such a door did open, the grassy cliff where I had fallen into Gensokyo clearly visible.
Without thinking, I tried to leap for the door, and landed, face first, onto the floor instead, looking up in time to see the door close with a terrible creak.
"This wasn't the deal!" I shouted, Okina's voice twice unfamiliar to me as both a woman's and in distress.
"Isn't it? You said you wanted to experience my primary aspect, and so you are! As a god of disability." He grinned.
Damnit! And I'd been so clever as to not ask to 'experience being a god' or 'let's swap bodies for a day' as a reward for my service. All that time sucking up to her, dying my hair blonde, doing menial labor, enduring the ire being a servant of the Matara draws, all wasted!
"Oh, don't look so glum." He chastised, crouching next to me. "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't tried! So, this is a far better result for you. Not the best though, if you had tried to kill me instead you might've even earned my respect."
'As if anyone would want it!' I would say, but knew it would only make my punishment worse.
"It is fascinating, being on the outside looking in." He commented, grabbing my chin and pulling my face to both sides. "Even in the mirror, I couldn't tell I looked so beautiful, although maybe this is just how YOU see me..." He continued, pulling my shoulder to turn me on my back "And not just my face, but my body! Even through my formal wear, it doesn't seem to hid my curves! I wonder..." he concluded, before putting his hands beneath my back and legs to pick me up in the bridal carry.
"We'll return to our bodies tomorrow, but what's to be done until then I wonder?" Okina asked before snapping his fingers to open a door to an ornate bedroom.
Oh no, I've heard about what happens in that room, the screams, and I wanted no part of it! So I tried, in vain, to pry myself free of Okina's grasp, only for my feeble body to sink deeper into his cradle.
He chuckled. "Now, now, this is a rare opportunity for you! To lie in a god's bed and experience it in a woman's body, I'm almost envious of you!" He laughed as he walked through the door and tossed me on the bed. The door slammed behind us, sealing my fate.
"Ah, really, seeing myself helpless like this, I've no idea how you kept your hands off me!" Okina mused, as he glided his hand along my body, cupping around my breast, and lifting my chin up.
I wasn't sure if it was the enfeeblement or the alien feminine feeling of my body, but every place he touched sent a jolt throughout my body and caused me to wince and emit strange noises.
"No..." I struggled out, giving Okina pause.
"You'd deny your own god? I should flay you alive for such an offense, but I'm in a rather good mood right now, so..." He said, tickling my chin "...swear to me your absolute fealty, serve me from now until forever, and I won't rape you."
"Yes..." I murmured, my head overcome with panic and womanly feelings.
"Excuse me? Is your conviction so weak? Then perhaps I'll just continue." He said, pulling at my collar with a single finger.
"I swear!" I shouted with all I could muster, before my mouth was sealed by a sudden kiss.
Okina pressed himself against me with his whole body and rudely molested me with my own hands, causing regretful spasm and waves of pleasure all over my body.
"You lied." I stammered out as he finally broke from me.
"Me a liar? Noo, I'm just so happy to have such a willing subordinate that I can't resist showing her a little affection." Okina began, as he pulled his arms out of the robe he was wearing, revealing his bare chest. "And what's to happen if she's driven so mad with lust that she can't stand but to be joined with me? I'd be cruel to deny her wouldn't I?" He said, snapping his fingers.
With a flash, all my clothing disappeared, save for the constellation-etched tabard. Okina's assaults from that point on were merciless, he pulled my hair, bit my shoulder, slipped his hand into the tabard over my naked skin and out again, and ravaged me all over, surely using his knowledge of this bodies weak points to his fullest advantage. To my deepest regret and shame, one last stroke of his on the inside of my thigh was enough to push me over the edge and to orgasm. I clung to him as it happened, as it was all I could do, and hated myself for it, as the feelings spiked in intensity over and over again as he rubbed his hand into my crotch.
"Although your the one inside it, it seems like that body still knows who it's true master is." Okina smiled, whipping the juices off on his pants. "Now why don't you relent to me already? Having come this close to euphoria, you'll always regret having not felt it to the fullest you know?"