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All it takes is a click of a computer mouse, and they’re live. Two women, similar in appearance yet wholly different in demeanor. One standing, one on her hands and knees. One clothed, one bare as the day she was born. One wearing a collar, one holding a leash. One free, the other trapped despite the lack of physical bondage. Like this, there’s simply nowhere to run – and nowhere to hide from the cameras pointed straight at her.
They circle Sparxie, showing her at every angle. Not a single inch of her body is left unseen, resulting in a vulnerability she’d give anything to never have to feel again. Sparkle, however, has no intentions of ending this, and she addresses the camera with a grandiose wave of her arm.
“Hello, one and all!” she greets cheerily. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: who are you, and what have you done with Sparxicle? Well, I can answer both of those questions quite easily. I am Miss Sparkle, creator of this particular mask beneath me, and this–” She ruffles Sparxie’s hair, ignoring the way the streamer is petrified, rooted in place by terror. “–is your Sparxicle, who proved to be inferior to the original in quite the undignified manner. She’s utterly unfit to be a mask of mine – but a pet? That works just fine.”
The word ‘pet’ rings in Sparxie’s ears, echoing in her mind over and over until her rage is able to overpower her fear. She opens her mouth to retort and braces her hands beneath her, readying to rise, but Sparkle is one step ahead of her and plants her foot between her shoulder blades. “Ah, ah,” Sparkle chides. “Last I checked, cute little puppies don’t stand on two feet unless they’re begging for treats. Is that what you were about to do, Sparxicle? Because I haven’t seen any behavior that would warrant one.”
Sparxie grits her teeth. Damn it. Anything she says or does is going to be twisted and weaponized against her – Sparkle is simply too cunning. Why did she ever think she’d be able to best her progenitor? She’d fallen for her own hype, and now she’s paying the dire price for it.
She stiffens as she hears the pings and chimes of subscriptions and donations rolling in, but Sparkle laughs, totally relaxed. “Woah, aiming for the sub goals already? Who knew you guys were so starved for some real entertainment?” She tilts one of the monitors so Sparxie can read the messages quickly filling the screen. “Look what they’ve got to say about you!”
Is this a new ad for her? If so, I’ll definitely sub for more.
SUB FASTER! We have to reach the goals!!!
I think I’ve had dreams about this…
I will donate my entire life savings if you spank her. Please Miss Sparkle PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEESSSSSSS
**** her until she **** and ****** and then ****** **** **** *****
Sparxie pales. Has her chat really turned on her this quickly? Did they want to see this? And what exactly were those sub goals Sparkle mentioned?
Suddenly, the sound of a party popper cracks through the air, making her flinch. Sparkle’s grin widens into something that most certainly does not bode well for Sparxie. “And our first sub goal has been reached!” she announces. “This is a pretty tame one, but it’ll do wonders for your looks, I promise.”
Sparxie’s fear briefly fades out to allow humiliation and rage to sour her expression when Sparkle slides a headband over her hair. They’re adorned with fluffy white dog ears, and Sparxie doesn’t miss the direction her chat takes at the sight.
She’s so cute! She needs a tail to match, though. I hope it’s some kind of plug.
Ooh yeah!!! Something that can’t be taken off without some trouble, assuming she tries to make a run for it.
That collar’s definitely got some kinda shock function to keep her from doing that, though.
“Hm? A shock collar?” Sparkle rolls her eyes and scoffs. “That’s rather inhumane, isn’t it? Sparxicle here is a good girl and won’t try anything. There’s no need for such barbaric practices.”
The worst part is that Sparxie can’t tell if she’s bluffing, nor does she have any desire to test the theory. If Sparkle is bluffing, there will be hell to pay for embarrassing her on camera. If she’s not… Sparxie doesn’t want to find out how much an electric shock to the neck would hurt.
More pings. More chimes. More credits flowing in, only this time they’ll be used against Sparxie, not for her. The very notion is terrifying, and she once more feels her panic surge and rush up her throat–
Another party popper. The second sub goal has been reached. Sparkle beams at the nearest camera. “Thank you all so much for your generosity!” she chirps. “Looks like we’ve all got the same idea: she’s got a little too much freedom right now.”
Too much freedom? How?! Sparxie’s eyes widen with disbelief, and she bares her teeth at Sparkle, who clicks her tongue and shakes her head in exaggerated disappointment.
“Seems like you’re a little moody today,” Sparkle says. “Guess I’ll have to defang you before we continue.” She looks around for something Sparxie can’t see nor imagine and picks up the outfit she’d been wearing before her humiliation. The Fool appraises the fabric and smirks to herself before tearing a strip of the left sleeve off.
“Hey, that’s – mmmph!” Sparxie’s snarl is quickly stifled when Sparkle rolls the strip of fabric up into a ball and shoves it in her mouth. A few layers of duct tape follow the intrusion, and to add insult to injury, a muzzle is placed over her mouth and buckled around her head.
“No more barking,” Sparkle chastises her, as if talking to a particularly unruly pet. Sparxie’s next attempt to get up is punished with a light kick against her shoulder – not rough enough to bruise, but definitely enough to hurt. Sparxie staggers, barely managing to stay on all fours, and Sparkle ties her leash around the leg of the nearby desk as she picks up a span of rope.
Her movements are methodical and practiced as she ties Sparxie’s forearms to their respective upper arms, effectively folding them in half and rendering them useless. She does the same to Sparxie’s legs, forcing the livestreamer to balance precariously on her elbows and knees. “Make sure not to fall down,” Sparkle singsongs, knowing good and damn well that there’s no guarantee of Sparxie’s success, and turns away to address the chat.
“I know, I know; you wanted to hear her bark,” Sparkle consoles them with a sympathetic smile. “I did too. Unfortunately, she needs some more training before she can do some tricks. This stream’s just to break her in a little – show her who’s boss, y’know?” There’s a beat of silence followed by another rush of donations, and then she smiles wider. “I knew you guys would get it.”
As if on cue, the party popper notification goes off again: the third sub goal has been reached. Sparkle’s eyes light up at that, and her expression looks absolutely terrifying from where Sparxie’s stuck on the floor. “Alright!” she cheers. “Now wait a sec while I go get the goods.”
Sparxie can’t bring herself to look at the chat, and instead hangs her head low in shame and utter dismay. Who knows what’s about to be done to her next?
“Alright, I’m back!” Sparkle announces, and Sparxie flinches when she realizes that the former is behind her. “Took a second to get the cap off – seriously, who designed that packaging? – but it’s lubed up and ready to go!”
What?! Sparxie shuffles forward on her elbows and knees, desperate to get away, only for her leash to go taut and cut off her escape. No! Stay away!
But it’s too little, too late: the tapered head of the plug prods at her rim, then pushes past it. It feels impossibly long and thick as it goes in, and Sparxie feels as if she could cry when the base presses against her flesh. Something fluffy tickles at the backs of her thighs: is this some sort of tail…?
“Now the puppy’s really starting to look the part!” Sparkle says, confirming the streamer’s suspicions. “Get a good look at her, chat. She took that like a champ!”
Sparxie risks a glance at her chat and immediately regrets it. She can’t even focus on any message in particular; not that it matters. They’re all baying for her humiliation and torment, and the donations and subscriptions roll in faster than ever before – something she’d never been able to manage. Sparkle has taken this from her, too… Sparxie’s whimper is almost entirely muffled by the cloth and tape covering her mouth.
And then the party popper goes off again. Sparxie blinks back tears: what else could be done to her? By the way Sparkle’s eyes light up again, though, she knows that it won’t be anything good.
“Woah! Already?” Sparkle remarks with a laugh, not sounding the least bit surprised. “You guys sure are eager, huh? Alright, then: let’s get this party started!”
She knocks one of Sparxie’s elbows out from under her, forcing the streamer’s chest to hit the ground with a painful thud. Consequently, her lower half is raised higher into the air – and what has to be tens of thousands of credits are eagerly offered in return for the sight of her. She flinches as she feels fingers trail along her inner thighs, pulling away just to tug at the tail. Sparxie winces as the plug shifts with the movement, unsure of which movement could get her further away. She can barely balance like this…
Then Sparkle’s hands are gone, though Sparxie has no time to breathe a sigh of relief: they swiftly return, coated with latex and lubricant and prodding at her exposed cunt–
–then pushing in, curling with particular intent. As her progenitor, Sparkle would know Sparxie’s body intimately, and this expertise serves the former well as she targets a spot inside the latter that has her spasming and choking back a reluctant moan. But Sparkle is insistent, and she aims for that spot again and again and again, until Sparxie is limp and whimpering. Her own arousal drips down her cunt and onto the floor beneath her, forming a small puddle that glimmers in the beams of the stage lights.
Right before Sparxie can cum, however, Sparkle pulls her fingers out and walks away. Sparxie nearly whines with unmet need before catching herself and remembering that she is being held against her will, she is not supposed to like this, her chat is watching and judging and enjoying this–
Sparxie doesn’t even realize that Sparkle has returned until something a lot thicker than a few fingers is suddenly rammed into her cunt. She makes a muffled, startled sound and lurches forward, and her traitorous body has the exact opposite reaction to her mind: she cums hard, trembling and fighting back tears of humiliation and fear.
Despite the cacophony of donations coming in, Sparxie can still hear Sparkle murmur a soft, condescending, “Good girl, Sparxicle.” She ruffles the streamer’s hair and flashes a smile at the nearest camera. “Turns out she’s a little more sensitive than I thought. Oh, well – even better, actually. That makes this way more fun!”
By the way the party popper goes off again, the chat seems to agree.
“Looks like you’re not gonna get any breathing room,” Sparkle says conversationally, as if talking about the weather rather than Sparxie’s torture. “No time to get used to any of this… but the audience has demanded a show from us, and we simply must deliver. Surely you understand.”
Sparxie has barely managed to get back onto her hands and knees when she feels the tug of the leash – Sparkle must have untied it. “Come on, girl!” Sparkle calls, once more sounding as if she’s talking to an animal rather than a person. “Our oh-so-generous viewers want to see you walk!”
What? Walk? Like this?! Sparxie’s still reeling from her orgasm, and she can barely think straight with the maelstrom of sensations and emotions whirling around in her addled brain. Then the leash is pulled again, harsher this time, and Sparxie instinctively shuffles forward a bit. Even though she makes sure to move cautiously, her limbs still threaten to buckle beneath her – and she can’t afford to fail. Maybe if she does what Sparkle says, then this nightmare will be over faster… or so she hopes, at least.
“There we go, some improvements!" Sparkle’s grin is purely malicious as she takes pleasure in her own mask’s suffering. “Come on, keep going. Three laps around the studio, and then you can take a break, ‘kay?”
Sparxie whimpers as her eyes dart around, eyeing the studio. For the first time since she’d gotten it built, she regrets making it this big: she had wanted some room to get up and move around every once in a while, but now… fuck, I’m in some real trouble here.
She forces herself to focus on moving forward, though she remains keenly aware of the two objects in her ass and cunt respectively as well as the ropes biting into her limbs. The cold air only makes her shiver harder, and she can feel it brush against the arousal sticking to her thighs. Her body feels ten – no a hundred times more sensitive than it ever has before.
It feels like hours before she completes the first lap, but the victory rings hollow knowing that there’s still two more to go. But there’s nowhere for her to crawl, let alone run, and she just wants this to be over, so she powers through and completes the second and third laps as well.
“Sit,” Sparkle says, pointing to the floor, and Sparxie has long since run out of the energy to bristle at the condescending expectance in her expression. She awkwardly manages to kneel, leaving her arms bent at her sides, hands limp and useless just in front of her shoulders. “Good girl. We’re gonna end the stream for now, but is there anything you want to say to chat before we turn off the cameras?”
Sparxie can’t speak, so she only turns a pleading glance towards the nearest lens. She doubts that her attempt to invoke sympathy will actually have the desired effect, but it was worth a try, wasn’t it?
Regardless, she’s relieved when the stage lights go out alongside the cameras. She expects Sparkle to start untying her – she’d won, after all; she’d managed to humiliate Sparxie in front of all of her loyal fans – but that doesn’t happen. She can only make a muffled, incoherent sound of confusion, and Sparkle smirks down at her.
“Did you really think this was gonna be over when the cameras went off?” she asks, amused. “No, little Sparxicle – the show has only just begun. Don't worry: I always take good care of my pets.”