"...All right." My cheeks burned with humiliation. I was going to debase myself. It was the best choice in a bad situation, but I felt ashamed of myself. Shouldn't I be the tough warrior Suzie thought I would be?
"What was that?" He cupped a hand around his ear.
Damn him. I spoke more clearly, "Yes, I will."
He grinned. "Well, then. Get on your knees, Misty."
For a moment, I couldn't move. I could only breathe in and out as I took in everything around me: the birds, the trees, the muggy air, and this smirking man with his dick out. Finally, I found the strength to bend my legs and kneel down on the leaf-strewn dirt floor. I felt the edges of the moist leaves pressing into my delicate knees, uncomfortable but not enough to really hurt me.
I stared at the cock in front of my face. It was strange to see one from this perspective, away from my body and something I could look at dead on. It was bigger than mine, significantly. I could imagine a guy who intended to take it out would adjust his profile to make him better endowed, but knowing that it was likely artificial did nothing to reduce the intimidation I felt eying a cock that would put my own to shame.
Holding my breath, I puckered my lips, closed my eyes, and leaned in. I felt the warmth more than anything as I touched it, and I pressed my lips against it for a solid smooch. I darted back as soon as it was over, but I still felt the heat on my lips. I couldn't forget what I just did.
"That's a good girl," he praised. His hand fell on the top of my head, softly stroking my hair. "Now, kiss it again. Longer."
I leaned in again and pressed my puckered lips to his cock. This time, he grabbed it and maneuvered its tip to my lips so that when I kissed it, the tip slipped past my lips and into my mouth. There was no point in resisting. He was going to get what he wanted one way or the other. I let him push it deep inside and tickle the back of my throat. He let it sit there, pressing the meaty thing against my tongue, making saliva pool in my mouth.
"Open your eyes, Misty," he commanded.
I opened them. I saw the rest of his cock sticking out of his pants, and I looked up to see a camera pointed at me.
It was a large old-fashioned one from about a century ago. It flashed and released a cloud of smoke with a loud clap and an out of place electronic windup sound. It wasn't a real camera, just a piece of in-game equipment to capture the idea of a camera, amalgamating details from manual devices. He pocketed it, the camera shrinking to the size of a phone, and he looked down at me with a satisfied smirk. "I'm sure Suzie will be very interested to learn how easy it was to turn David the man into Misty the slut."
I closed my eyes in shame. I tried to swallow the saliva pooling up in my mouth, but that made me rub against him. It pulsed and then... finished. I hung my head as he pulled out from between my lips.
"Good girl." He patted my head again as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "I keep my promises."
He snapped his fingers, and clothes appeared on my body: a sequin-covered turquoise bikini and matching heels. It wasn't much, but I was grateful for what little coverage it offered.
"More opportunities for garments will present themselves to you, Misty. As long as you do your chores, you will be appropriately rewarded. Your owner will come to collect you when he determines you're ready." With that, he went into the car and sped off, vanishing into another portal. I was left kneeling on the ground, stewing in my humiliation.