Casey leaned back against the fold metal of the lockers and watched as the other girls in the gym continued their workouts dressed in variations of their cosplays outfits better suited for their workouts.
One was Tifa, another was WonderWoman, another yet was Jessica Rabbit. There were a half dozen girls there, and a few more upstairs in the main part of the mansion. All of them fully dedicated to their roles, their minds warped to do so by the man they call referred to simply as Master.
The case of characters rotated from time to time, Casey had been there for six months or so and she’d noticed his attention starting to wane just a little bit.
Not so much as to convince her that she’d be leaving any time soon or anything, but enough to giver he a little bit of hope that she would leave one day.
Hope though wasn’t the worst thing here, nor the constant workouts to keep herself in tip top shape, nor the rivalries with the other girls for his attention, nor the degrading and humiliating sex, but instead the cosplay itself.
Not because she disliked the character or the outfit, but because he’d altered her mind in such a way as to want to be the character… and she could never actually be that, which frustrated her to no end.
No matter how much time she spent in the gyn, nor her constant one upping of the other girls, nor how many times he “defeated” her and fucked her ass so hard she screamed in joy, she would never be Cammy… just a pale imitation.
She sighed and pushed herself away from the locker and headed upstairs… perhaps if she was luck she would find him in the right mood and for a few blissful minutes, she could almost convince herself she was Cammy while he fucked her senseless.
