She acts terrified at what he's about to do to her, but her body language emphatically says otherwise -- she's gonna love that dick and how hard he's gonna fuck her with it and how completely he's going to own that pussy of hers!!
It's like the pre-transition persona of the protagonist was lulled into a trancelike stupor while they were deepthroating the so far faceless man that they're now coupled with as their paramour and is now back, fog lifted, and is forced to contend with what just happened to them, and the active role they played in making it happen -- they did it, and they loved it, yet can't believe that they took something so enormous and meaty so far down their throat without choking on it!!
Kindof reminds me of Focus Mode in Wetware. Internal monologue is muted, making the subject highly susceptible to suggestion. I'd imagine the wearer would still subconscious remember what happened, leading to submissive feelings even when the collar's inactive.
Dissociation strikes me as the most "forced" compliance. And with such an override comes stupidity. It's basically striping away the person who was there and replacing them with a dumbed-down puppet. I can only imagine that enough of that eventually starts permanently damaging the host's lucidity. There's a similar dynamic with the Reapers of Mass Effect. (The fast method will reduce the victims to a drooling vegetable within weeks. In the slower process leaves marks, but doesn't kill the mind entirely.)
I know it's not cannon, and that collar she usually wears Guards against impregnation. But it wouldn't shock me at all if over time she eventually embraces demon hood to throw off her chains entirely.
What I love about this panel is how the facial expression in the lower frame seems to hint that some fragment of the pre-transformation protagonist remains aware of what has happened and has been brought forward in their mind and confront the fact that they just sucked such a well-endowed cock and so eagerly took its full length down their throat until their nameless and (for now) faceless paramour released their enormous load of cum and swallowed what they could with the remainder spilling out of their mouth to collect on their chin and run down their neck and between their huge tits -- the memory of the sensation of having such a large and meaty example of manhood thrust in and out of their mouth and across their tongue and the taste of its love sauce so vivid and unable to be ignored will be with them from this moment on!!
What I love about this panel is how powerless she looks in the bottom frame after he lets go of her wrists he was clutching, vice grip-tight, and she free-falls towards the bed (or floor?)!!
Wow! This is your longest comic to date by far! I loved it the whole way through, especially how charismatic and funny Anomia was. Consider this my plea for more genie wish shenanigans!
First and foremost the artist needs room to be creative! That being given I also hope this one is continued at some point...
As an active kinkster who is into rough body play I must say it would be really cool if a safe word was worked into this somehow... like a certain position gets uncomfortable and she says "uh, yellow... left arm is getting pulled too high..." and he checks in just before he REALLY starts pounding her...
See if this were me I would be saying "oh no! do you have to leave me in this gorgeous, super-sensitive/horny body? *wink* *wink* I hope there are no side effects... like being stuck in this form forever... perhaps with a tentacle monster companion maybe...?"
Reminder: The protag never specifically wished for a sex partner to be brought to the house, let alone one that's actually himself from the future, so this is 100% on the genie.
