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A Conversion

By: Worker11811



Nobody would ever believe what's been happening to me to me in the last few days. I hardly believe it myself. It's the kind of thing you only read about in porno magazines. But this is actually happening! To ME! How could I ever be so lucky?! The girl sitting across the table from me could be a supermodel and she's talking to ME!

It all started last week. I just bought myself a new leather and fur jacket. It's a really nice one. It's got black lambskin on the outside, it's lined with mink on the inside and it's reversible. The fur is super soft. The leather is like butter. It's as warm as you could ever want a jacket to be. It's masculine and stylish at the same time. It set me back quite a few clams but it's a beauty! Worth every penny!

I've been wearing it around town for a several days but with the fur on the inside. This is a very liberal town. There are a lot of anti-fur activists floating around. I didn't want to stir up trouble, at first, but I finally thought, "To hell with it! This is supposed to be a free country!" I flipped it around. I'd only been wearing it like that for a day when everything started.

I was walking down Tremont Street when three women, walking together, caught my eye. They were walking down the other side of the street in the opposite direction. One was a tall, blonde with long hair. She was wearing a mini skirt and a sweater. Even from across the street, I could tell she was a hottie! A mini skirt in this weather? Her legs must be freezing! I thought to myself, "I wouldn't mind keeping you warm, honey!" The second was a brunette. She was wearing a heavy parka. Her hair was shorter. Just above shoulder length. But I imagined she looked just as hot as the blonde girl, underneath those heavy winter clothes. The third girl -- If you could call her a girl. -- looked like a short, frumpy bull-dyke. She was wearing the whole get-up. She wore an army jacket and fatigues. She had all the requisite facial piercings. Her hair was cut short. She was a real poser! What was she doing, walking around with two good-looking chicks like those?

The three of them crossed the street in the middle of the block and caught up to me from behind. I heard one of them shout some lame-ass platitude. The bull-dyke tried to grab me by the arm. I turned around and took her by the right wrist. I spun her around backwards by the arm, pinned her wrist to the middle of her back and jacked her up against the wall. The blonde girl tried to come to her defense but I easily pushed her aside with my free hand. I heard something metallic hit the pavement. I looked down to see a can of red spray paint on the ground at my feet. I kicked it away. It rolled into the gutter.

The blonde girl stood there, dumbfounded. The brunette grabbed her by the sleeve.

"C'Mon! Let's get outta' here!"

They bolted down the street, out of sight in seconds flat. I turned my attention to the one I had pinned up against the wall.

"What the fuck do you think you're trying to pull?!"

She shouted some anti-fur garbage and called me a few choice names.

"I don't give a damn about you or your opinions! Stay the fuck away from me! You hear?!"

She struggled but she was no match for my 6-foot, 250 pound frame. I jacked her arm up a little higher just to make that point perfectly clear.

"Yes..." she said in a low voice.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes, SIR!"

"That's more like it!"

I kept the pressure on and twisted her wrist just a bit. I had to hand it to her. She was taking quite a bit of pain! She gritted her teeth but hardly let out a grunt.

"I'm going to give you a break, this time!" I paused for effect then continued. "If we EVER meet up again, I'll break your fuckin' arm! Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

"If you see me coming the other way, you'd best cross to the other side of the street! Y'Hear?"

She nodded and grumbled a little bit. The pain was getting to her.

"If you try to pull anything like that again, all your friends will be calling you 'Lefty' for the rest of your life!

By that time, a crowd was beginning to gather. I knew the cops would be on their way any minute. I pulled her away from the wall turned her sideways and gave her a hard push. She tripped and fell to the pavement, landing on her hands and knees. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to kick her, right square in the ass! She went down like a ton of shit! I laughed.

"Get the fuck out of here!" I shouted.

She scrambled to her feet and started to make her getaway. She looked down and saw the spray can, lying up against the curb.

"Leave it!" I commanded.

The dyke ran off without even looking over her shoulder. I picked up the spray paint and threw it in the trash can.

"I need a beer..." I thought to myself. I turned the corner and headed down the street to "The Cornerstone", one of my favorite watering holes.

The place was practically empty. I bypassed my usual spot at the bar and found a table in a secluded corner. After that incident, I didn't need any more excitement! The waitress came over. I ordered a pint of my usual. She brought it over. I paid her in cash and gave her a nice tip on the spot. I sat there quietly, just nursing my beer.

I had almost finished my second drink when she walked in. It was the blond girl, wearing the mini skirt! She stood in the doorway, shaking off the cold and looking around the room. She saw me, walked right over and sat down across from me.

"What do you want?" I barked. "Are you still trying to make trouble with me?"

"I just came in to get out of the cold." she said. "I didn't know you were here. I just came over to apologize."

Her expression was sincere. I couldn't stay mad at a girl like that for very long.

"Apology accepted..."

I've always been a sucker for a pretty face.

"...Have a beer with me?"

She nodded.

I caught the waitress's attention and made the universal sign for "Two beers.", pointing to myself and at my new companion at the table. The drinks arrive in two minutes flat. Tipping has its benefits!

The waitress checked the girl's I.D. When she passed it back, I intercepted.

"Twenty two years old. She's legal." I joked as I handed the card back to her.

"So, what's up with you and that dyke bitch you were with?"

"You didn't hurt her. Did you?"

"No, I let her go. But, you'd better warn her to steer clear of me. I don't like to hit girls but, if she tries to start up with me again, she's going to get hurt!"

"Oh, Heather? She's always acting out. But, that was the first time she ever did anything like that. I didn't even know what she was up to, at first."

"The next time she pulls crap like that, could be her last!"

The expression on her face told me she didn't know what I was talking about. I took her hand and pulled it across the table towards me. I pressed it up against my ribs. She felt the bulge of my pistol in the inside pocket of my jacket. 

"Missy! You and your friends could have found yourselves in real trouble, out there!"

Her face went white. I thought my gun scared her, at first, but when she wiggled her fingers in my fur jacket, I knew what she was thinking.

"You like fur?"

"No! Fur is murder!"

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks!" She didn't get the reference.

"The bible says, 'Thou shall not kill.'"

"Has your dyke friend been teaching you scripture?!"

The girl nodded and tried to regurgitate some other lame, misused Bible quotes.

I pounced on her. "I'll see your Ten Commandments and raise you Genesis -- Chapter Nine -- Verse Three. "

She stopped dead in her tracks but I kept going.

"Ever read the Koran?" I paused. "Sura -- Chapter Sixteen -- Verse Five

Her expression showed frustration but I could tell she was trying to counter with something. I decided to cut her off at the knees.

"My scripture teacher comes from Harvard Divinity! She's forgotten more about the Bible that you have ever known! Don't try to play those bullshit games with me! I'll bury you!"

She realized she was beaten on the rhetorical front.

"So, what is is about fur that fascinates you?"

I held my arm out and let her feel my jacket.

"Have you ever felt real fur before?"

She shook her head.

"Well, you'll never know what it's all about until you've had real fur."

"What do you mean, 'had fur?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

I looked at her with a half smile that said it all. She was still running her fingers through my mink. I could see the gears turning inside her head. It took a minute but she finally got it. I knew I had her hooked!

"You mean..."

I nodded.

"...in fur?"

"Yup!"

The expression on her face was priceless. I began to reel her in.

"You have never had fur?" I inquired.

"No. Have you?"

I pretended to look at my watch. "It's getting late. I need to be getting home."

"Have YOU?" she insisted.

"Listen! You're half my age. We shouldn't even be having this conversation."

I stood up, downed the rest of my drink and headed for the door. She followed right along like a lost puppy. I walked several blocks just to see how long I could make her follow me. I never said one word. She tagged right along behind. I felt sorry for the poor girl, out in the cold without a winter coat.

I carefully slid my gun out of my jacket pocket and concealed it behind the waistband of my pants. I untucked my shirt and pulled it down to conceal the bulge.

"You cold?" I said.

"Freezing!"

I took off my fur coat and turned it leather side out. I put it on her and zipped her up in it. Her eyes got big like two saucers. It was at then I knew I was going to fuck her that night!

I hailed a cab and opened the door. I ushered her inside.

"Bristol Street... Cambridge" I ordered. The cabbie sped away.

I turned to her and asked, "Where you going?"

"Your place?" she asked with a sheepish grin.

"You want to know fur?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, OK! But I warn you! I take fur seriously... very seriously!"

She nodded again. I laid it on thick.

"If you come into my house, you play by my rules! Got it?"

The cab pulled up to my apartment. I opened the door and stepped out. I left the girl sitting inside for a moment while I paid the driver.

I looked at the driver and spotted him a twenty dollar tip. I looked back at the girl.

"This is your last chance! I can pay the driver to send you home... Anywhere you want to go, right now!"

She shook her head.

"If you come into my house, there's no going back! Do you still want to come?" The way I put the emphasis on that last word, "come", made her head spin. I just KNOW it!

I reached out. My hand and beckoned her out of the car. She hopped right out like a little bunny. I closed the car door and the driver took off. I took my catch upstairs and into my abode.

I sat her down at the kitchen table and poured her a glass of wine. It was the cheap stuff but she didn't seem to know the difference. Maybe she didn't know any better. Maybe she was too busy thinking about getting "furred". I didn't know. I didn't much care. I was too busy thinking up ways to fuck with her head. She sipped the wine while I hung up my coat and put my piece away.

"Here's the rules." I said. "If you agree to continue, you will be my fur slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good! You catch on quickly!"

"You do what I say, when I say and how I say it."

"Yes, Master."

"Do you agree to continue?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good!"

I took the half drunk glass of wine out of her hand. I pulled her by the sleeve and led her to my bedroom. I thought she was going to pee her pants when she saw my giant fox fur bedspread!

"Am I going to be..."

I cut her off. "If you are a good girl, maybe."

I ordered her to take her shoes off and stand in the middle of the room. She complied quickly.

"Put your hands on top of your head."

"Yes, Master."

Up to that day, I had never dominated a woman this way. All of my previous girlfriends were aware of my preference for fur before they slept with me for the first time. This girl was different. She seemed to like being my slave. I liked treating her like one. I kept up the charade.

I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out two fur mittens, made of soft, arctic fox. I put them on, held them up to her face and rubbed them against her cheek. She closed her eyes and turned her head toward the fur.

I ordered her to stand completely still and remain silent. I kneeled down in front of her and rubbed the fur up her left shin. Her body jolted as the fur made contact and she sighed out loud.

"Silence!"

I ran both fur covered hands up the front of her legs, stopping just below her mini skirt line. I could see her panties from my vantage point. There was a wet spot building already.

I took the fur around to the back of her legs and glided my hands down to her knees. Then I moved in for the first real attack! Right up the middle! I slid the fur slowly up her inner thighs. She giggled and shuffled her feet. Her whole body convulsed in ticklish response.

I stood up and lifted her sweater, revealing her belly. She knew I was going to attack her with the fur again. I could see her stomach muscles contracting with each anticipatory breath. When my fur touched her, she let out a scream like I have never heard! I was afraid the neighbors were going to call the police! I tickled her belly and her sides and her rib cage, ferociously, until she fell down to the floor.

I stood her up again and let her catch her breath.

"We have a problem, here."

"What is it, Master?"

"You have entirely too much clothing on! The more of you that's covered up, the less there is for me to rub fur on!"

I barely got all the words out of my mouth before her clothing was, literally, flying off her body! She was completely naked in a matter of seconds!

"Thank you, God!" I thought. I had never been with a woman so beautiful as her before that night! She was tall and slender. Her breasts were round and firm. Her tight stomach and muscular legs were enticing. But it was her tight, firm ass that really turned me on! I was about to fur fuck a goddess! I stood there, just thinking about all the ways I could prolong her torture! It took me a minute but I finally hatched a plan.

"Where's your purse?" I queried.

"By the corner of the bed."

I looked inside and found her lipstick. I opened it up and used it to draw two circles on the floor, about two feet away from the wall.

"Stand with your feet in the circles! Face the wall!"

"Yes, Master."

I drew two more circles on the wall in front of her, about head high. Remnants of those two circles will probably stain my walls. Aw, what the hell! I was going to repaint soon, anyway.

"Put your hands there!"

"Yes, Master."

I reached into my wardrobe closet and pulled out an old necktie. I stood behind her and blindfolded her with it. I could feel the fear overcoming her as I tied the knot.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I promise"

I stood close behind her and ran my bare hands up and down her naked body. Her skin was soft and smooth. I cupped her breasts and fingered her nipples until they got hard. I savored the feeling as I glided down her stomach and around to her backside. I felt her round ass cheeks with both hands. I squeezed and massaged them for a moment. Then I smacked her with my bare hand. She recoiled at the sound of the slap against her bare skin.

"If you move your hands or feet from those circles, I will spank you again. But, next time, it will be much harder!"

I smacked her again on the other side.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good! Now, stand there and get ready for your last normal orgasm! By the time I finish, you will never be able to cum again without fur!"

I was totally fucking with her mind but she seemed to be buying it.

My hands went down, slowly down, past her stomach toward her mound. I ran my fingers through her soft pussy hair. She wiggled her hips and giggled.

"That tickles!"

"Good!"

A moment later, my fingers were rubbing her tender pussy lips. I could feel the tension build in her whole body as my fingers slipped inside. She was warm and wet. I diddled my fingers around inside her for a minute then I slowly went after her clit.

She called out, "Ooh!" as my fingers made contact and began their slow circular assault. It didn't take long to get her to the threshold of pleasure. I decided to tease her for a few moments before letting her cum.

I looked down and saw her left foot rise up off the ground. SMACK! I let her have it across her ass with my bare hand.

"Ouch!"

"You took your foot out of the circle!" I reminded her.

"Sorry, Master."

I continued pleasuring her. One hand at her pussy. The other roamed her body and squeezed her soft tits. She was cumming, again, in no time. This time, I let her. Her screams were loud and satisfying. He body writhed with pleasure but her hands and feet stayed glued to their spots. I began to get the idea that she'd been somebody's slave, before.

I gave her a few minutes to rest before I asked her the question.

"Have you been somebody's slave before?"

"Yes, Master. Mistress Heather." she said.

"The dyke?"

"Yes, Master."

I thought quickly on my feet. "Well, your slave days are almost over. I've got one last task for you. When you're done with that, you're free to leave if you want to."

"Thank you, Master"

"Stand still while I get ready."

I patted her on the ass just to cop another feel.

"And, don't forget... Don't move or else!"

"Yes, Master."

I took a few seconds to take off my clothes. When I say "seconds", I mean "seconds"! It probably took me less time to get naked than she did!

I slid open the door to my fur closet. The door made a loud rumble as it rolled along its track. I could tell the girl was trying to figure out what I was doing. I pulled out about a half dozen of my furs of various types and tossed them on the bed.

"And, NOW!... You meet my FURS!

I picked up a nice, full length mink coat. I held it up like a bullfighter and positioned it behind her.

"First... Mink!"

I pulled the coat toward her, gently brushing her ass. She twitched when it made contact but she didn't say a word.

"Feel free to comment." I said.

"It's soft!"

I slid it up her back and draped it over her shoulders. She shuddered as the fur caressed her.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes!!"

I pulled her hands away from the wall and stood her up, straight. I wrapped the coat around the front of her and massaged her tits through the fur.

"Omygod! I'm going to cum, already!"

"Feel free!"

I held her close to me and rubbed her, all over, with the mink. It felt good to have her body pressed up against mine. My dick was rock hard. I pressed it into her ass as she writhed in my grip. I could literally see the orgasm rip through her! I was almost ready to cum, too! I had to back off, for fear of blowing my load too quickly and soiling my fur.

I tossed the mink back onto the bed and picked up a nice red fox. I put her hands back against the wall and began to repeat the exercise.

"This is a fox." I instructed.

I brushed her ass with it then enveloped her body, just as before. She came again, almost instantly! My God! This girl must be an orgasm machine! 

"Do you usually have this many orgasms?" I asked.

"No, your fur just does something to me!"

"You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

I took off her blindfold and turned her around to face the bed. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light again. When she saw the pile of fur on the bed, her chin practically hit the floor!


A Conversion



It was five forty-five when they pulled into one of those squat, L-shaped sleep-overs off Route 32, a few miles out of the heart of town. There were only two other cars there and they made the man's tired old Lincoln look decent by comparison: an ancient pick-up that was half covered in dirt, and a fairly new Japanese econobox with a dummy tire on the back and its windshield cracked down the middle.

Felicia felt slightly uneasy and made sure her cellphone was in her bag, right next to the pepper spray. The john had told her his name was Saul. He was about fifty, had a little bit of hair left that was almost entirely gray, and was unusually tall and thin. He wasn't wearing a ring. His clothes looked clean but rumpled, obviously work clothes: a pair of black slacks and a basic white dress shirt, the kind that looked lost without its jacket and tie. His shoes were black leather pointed loafers. The watch around his wrist looked pricey. She wondered why the man was driving an old jalopy. He didn't look like someone who put his back into his living.

Felicia waited while he went into the office to secure a room. She had promised him one hour: condom or nothing, including for oral, nothing kinky, no costumes, no role-playing, no pictures, no anal, and no mouth-to-mouth kissing. The man had meekly accepted all of her conditions, and only nodded along while she had spelled them out. He looked at her in a kindly manner, and didn't appear anxious or desperate. That was probably why she was a bit worried. A part of her kept telling her to back out now, but she very much needed the money, and Saul had offered to pay her twice her usual amount. The only thing he seemed insistent upon was getting his one hour.

Once they were in the room, Saul put the money on the desk next to the phone, and made no haste whatsoever to close the door. In fact, he told her that if it made her feel better they could leave it open. This offer made Felicia laugh.

"So that's it, you like to feel like you're being watched? Well, no. No."

"I meant only if you felt uncomfortable." Saul said in his overly polite manner, and went to close the door. He sounded effeminate. For a moment Felicia thought maybe he was a gay man who couldn't quite come to terms with his sexuality and was out to put it to the test. She watched him take out a tiny black book from his shirt pocket and place it on the desk, and noticed for the first time a small crucifix hanging from an ordinary chain around his neck. Felicia placed her bag on a cheap mauve recliner, watching him, waiting for him to make some kind of advance; but he merely pulled out the chair at the desk, sat in it, and took that tiny black book into his hands. He smiled at her as he took out a pair of reading glasses from that same shirt pocket and put them on, where they rested on his nose in a funny way and made him look like a librarian or a pharmacist.

Felicia took a few steps towards him and asked him, "You want me to...take something off... or something?"

Saul shook his head, though she saw his small, nondescript brown eyes flit over her bust-line. She was wearing a stretchy green tube-top and a well-made bra which made her look bustier than she really was. "No, that's not what I want, Felicia." Saul said, "All I want to do is talk to you, about something very important."

Felicia sighed, on the one hand relieved and on the other hand irritated. She waved her finger at him, "Look, don't bother. I've heard the good news already. Are you one of those Mormons?"

Saul glanced down at his long-sleeved white shirt and smiled warmly, "No, but I understand why you might think so. The Mormon theology is a radical heresy. But anyway, you do have me figured out. I really do want to tell you some good news, but only after you've heard some bad news, I'm afraid."

Felicia decided to go and have a seat on one of the beds. When she crossed one leg over the other she saw the man's eyes flit rapidly over her smooth, caramel-colored thigh, then away at the floor, then back to his book, which he was leafing through. She realized that with the white shorts she had on she was revealing quite a bit of leg. She was glad that at thirty she could still be shockingly sexy, even after one baby and two failed marriages. She uncrossed her legs and sat demurely on the edge of the bed, leaning a little bit forward while she spoke:

"No offense, but I've heard the bad news, too. Do you honestly think you can tell me something I haven't already heard a thousand times? Jesus, I get a sermon every couple of days from my mother on the phone. I went to church all the time up till I was like, twenty five. I believe in God, too, just not the same as you do. I mean, maybe the same God but not in the same kind of way."

"But that's not quite true," Saul said, turning towards her again, "When you say you believe in the same God as I do, I assume you're Christian? Probably Catholic?"

Felicia nodded, "Yeah, but I don't really follow it. A lot of it seems stupid."

Saul looked as if he was relishing this chance to speak with someone he felt he could save, and that he truly did want to save her. He sat forward and nodded again, resting his forearms on his pant legs, absently fanning the gold-edged pages of his little Bible. "It's good that you don't follow it." he said, "And it's good that a lot of it seems foolish to you. You see, the Catholic theology is also a heresy. You know what that means, correct?"

"No. Well, sort of. A heretic is like, somebody who worships the devil or something?"

Saul laughed softly, "In a certain sense, yes. A heresy is a teaching which is not merely inconsistent, but deceptively inconsistent, with the truth of Scripture. Usually it is done more by way of ignorance than pure ungodliness. For instance, I am sure most Catholics are sincere in their hearts and love Christ and believe Him to be their Savior. They are not evil or reprobate by choice, only by ignorance. Most of them can be reached quite easily and converted to the true Church. All one has to do is show them that idolatry is a grievous sin and that the Pope, and also the Mother of Christ, are wrongly worshiped as idols, and are placed nearly on the same level of worthiness as the Triune God. But I also am convinced that in the hierarchy of the Catholic church there are many willfully degenerate and reprobate sinners, not only sinners but doers of evil..."

Felicia held her hand up, and was surprised at how readily Saul stopped speaking. She looked as if she were about to rise at any moment, but remained seated, "Listen, I'm sorry. I don't want you to waste your time or your money on this. You aren't going to convert me, if that's what you want. You know, to tell you the truth, I can't believe you guys are taking this door to door business so far. I mean, it's one thing, knocking on people's doors, but picking up prostitutes? Why can't you be happy with your beliefs and let other people be happy with theirs?"

Saul let her speak and showed no sign of wanting to interrupt her. He answered softly, "First, I don't go door to door like some people who are purportedly interested in saving souls; and second, that's the language of the modern world you're using. If it makes you happy, it's okay. But I'd be willing to bet that if you thought about it you would realize that you don't really feel that way at all. Certainly you don't believe that something is okay simply because it makes one happy?"

"That's not what I meant." Felicia said, "I meant, like that a person's religion is their own thing, their own choice. Just because I think a person should be left alone to believe whatever they want about God doesn't mean I think they should be allowed to do anything at all, long as it makes them happy, like as if... you want to be a rapist and that makes you happy so it's okay. That's not what I meant."

Saul smiled, "But in a very definite sense, Felicia, it is what you meant. Perhaps you don't intend to mean that, but ultimately, following your worldly line of reasoning, you do mean it. If you have read the Bible, which is God's word in a very literal sense, then you must know that at no place, at no time, did God ever give to His creatures leave to do whatever makes them happy, or to worship Him in whatever manner they choose. In fact, quite the opposite. That is what I meant when I said that you do not worship the same God as I do. The God you see through the veil of confusion which incorrect teaching has woven around you is not the Almighty and Sovereign God of Scripture, but a false and man-made idol, a revolting caricature of God. What you envision as God is a cheap and tawdry imitation, a lazy and permissive nanny, not the stern Father and Lawgiver of Genesis, nor the unwavering and steadfast Judge that is the risen Christ of Revelations."

Now Felicia did get up, and was unconsciously pulling down at the legs of her shorts. By this time she was becoming offended, and she didn't feel like humoring Saul any further. She let the adrenaline flow through her veins, as she knew she had to at moments like these. She said to him, looking him straight in the eyes:

"This shit gives you a hard-on, doesn't it? Sure, you're not undressing me, taking my body into your hands, enjoying something which you could never possibly have gotten without having to pay for it; but you're doing me in your own way, and I'm not sure your way is any more decent. You get me here, somebody you know sells her body for money, somebody who doesn't exactly have the finer things in life, somebody who might be unhappy and vulnerable. And you sit there in judgment of me, feeling better than me in every way, and you tell me things to make me start thinking about shit I try hard not to think about so I can survive, so I can feed my baby. You're using me the same way, except you're not fucking my body, you're fucking my mind. And it gets you off. It excites you every time you get to corner someone and judge them, feel superior to them. You're a john, you just don't know it, and you're no better than the others."

"Superior? Certainly not." Saul said, and seemed completely unruffled, like an acting coach who had just watched a student rattle off a chunk of dialogue. "I am a wretched sinner, utterly depraved and unworthy of my Maker. There is nothing in my body or my soul which makes me anything less than despicable to my Lord. When I compare myself to you, I am like a broken and withered weed beside a beautiful flower in full bloom. There is nothing in me that makes me worthy of your company. When I look at you I see the majestic work of the Master Craftsman who made the Sun and Earth, a work which fills me with humility and shame, a shame which serves only to remind me of my total reliance upon my loving and forgiving Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ."

Felicia stared hard at the man who had, in a few sentences, made her skin crawl as well as given her the greatest compliment she had ever received; and yet there was something inside her that told her not to fall for it. Saul stared back at Felicia, his eyes searching her out, looking like he wanted more than anything else to win her over to God, to bring her out of the tangle of sin in which she was so deeply, but not irrevocably, involved. Felicia wished he would tell her he was only joking and stand up, unzip his fly, become the kind of man she was accustomed to. She looked at the bundle of bills folded neatly in half on the desk. She needed the money. There was only forty-five minutes left before his hour was up, and she felt certain that, at the very least, he would be true to his word and drive her back to where he had picked her up.

"Felicia." Saul said finally, breaking the long silence, "Man does not judge his fellow man. The authority for that lies solely with God. We may think we judge, but we do not. God has passed judgment on you already, and did so even before calling the light forth from the darkness, just as He has already passed judgment upon me. For all I know, which is virtually nothing, it may be that you are destined for the bliss of Heaven while I have been passed over and have only the torments of Hell in store, regardless of what I think or do. All I can do is act in accordance with my spiritual desire, which is to guide God's Elect out of the darkness and into His Holy Light. I act in ignorance, knowing not whether the souls with whom I engage will be saved or passed over. That knowledge is completely in God's possession. I am called to sow the seed where I may, but only God knows whether the soil is fertile, and if the soil is fertile, I can not fail; if the soil is barren, I can not succeed. I do this for the Love of my Lord Jesus Christ in full knowledge of the fact that I may merely be an instrument in His hands, whom He uses according to His whim in order to achieve His will, and that while I may be an instrument for the will of my Lord, I may nonetheless be intransigently determined, through my own depravity and sinful nature, to damnation. I sincerely hope in Christ for my salvation, but I am not so vain as to be convicted that I will be the beneficiary of such grace, nor that I have earned it in any way whatsoever."

"God's elect?" Felicia asked. "I've heard that before."

"Mmm." Saul replied, closing his eyes briefly and nodding, once again fanning the pages of his book, and for the first time Felicia realized that he had no intention of reading from it, even though he had put on his reading glasses. Any nervousness or uneasiness that manifested itself in Saul was transfered to the little book. Felicia had noticed while she was making her accusatory comments to him that he was fidgeting with the small Bible, fanning the pages, bending it. He spoke calmly and evenly:

"The Elect are those whom God has chosen for salvation. They were chosen before the founding of the world, just as those whom God has passed over were chosen. But we... I mean, the Elect, are not chosen due to any personal merit, neither for the charity of our acts nor the depth of faith in our hearts..."

"You mean their acts, the faith in their hearts." Felicia said, interrupting him again. Again, Saul had stopped speaking immediately, allowing her to speak. Felicia walked across the room to the desk, unwrapped a plastic cup, and went to the bathroom to get some water. She wanted to smoke a cigarette, but politely decided not to. Saul smiled broadly, showing his perfectly white teeth. Felicia sipped her water and noticed that he had dimples, and how his eyes brightened when he smiled wide like that. He was probably quite handsome at one time, she found herself thinking.

"That," he continued, "Is vanity rearing its ugly head. As I said, I am nothing if not an egregious sinner, filled to the brim with every creaturely fault and shortcoming. It is true, I do believe that I am Elect. But while I believe it I am not convicted of it, and remain aware that I may well be deluded and deceived by a lying spirit, a plaything of some filthy demon; or merely an instrument, completely at God's disposal, whom it has pleased God to make use of, yet chosen ultimately to pass over."

"That's not very reassuring." Felicia said, sipping her water. She heard some noise outside: another car pulling up, and what sounded like a man and woman talking. It was getting darker, but she knew it would still be light by the time she was back in town, and that thought gave her comfort. "What if you are the plaything of some filthy demon, and what if any minute now you take out a knife and slit my throat?"

Saul shrugged, "What if? You see, Felicia, when you engage in a theological discussion you inevitably engage in philosophy. The two things are inseparable. The problem is that philosophy is all about entertaining an infinity of possibilities and potentialities, and if we are to be honest intellectuals we must bring any and all of these to light, even if only to reassure ourselves of their unlikelihood. That I am the plaything of a demon is possible, but only very remotely so, just as it is remotely possible that you and I are not what or whom we think we are, and that all that we see around us is not real. While we entertain the merely possible, out of all due respect for the etiquette of civil discourse, we mustn't believe in the merely possible, but ought to place our faith in that which is manifestly more reasonable. It is much more likely that I am not deceived, and that I am truly here in this room with you, and that it is my true obligation to evangelize to you, here and now, for the purpose of calling you away from the world and toward the bosom of Christ."

Felicia thought, at that point, that Saul was some sort of teacher or college professor. He certainly spoke the part, and looked it also. There were at least two community colleges nearby which she could readily think of, and a few major universities not more than sixty miles away. And if that were true, he certainly wouldn't be able to use the classroom as his personal pulpit, and this frustration could be what was compelling him to literally take it to the streets.

"Well, you used up a good chunk of your time," she said, "But, to be honest with you, I don't feel drawn to what you're trying to sell me, and in fact, it's making me a little uncomfortable. I'll tell you what. Before you said that you had some bad news to tell me. How about you do that, then. But I can sort of guess what it'll be."

"But Felicia," Saul replied, "I've already told you the bad news, though not explicitely. You are not walking in communion with your Maker. You are using the temple of your body as an instrument of profit. You are utterly entangled in sin, and have only one real choice available: either accept that Christ suffered, bled, and died for you, accept Him as your Savior with no reservations, denounce the gravely heretical teachings of the Church in which your precious soul has been baptized and indoctrinated, seek to discover within you the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, confess it incessantly from now until the time you leave this earth, and go with grace to the house of the Lord. Do that, Felicia, or face the consequences. I assure you, they are as dire as they are permanent."

"So, the choice is mine?"

"It certainly appears so, while in fact the choice has already been made; but while only God can ensure your salvation, only you can lose it, forever and always. These are difficult things to digest, Felicia. I know. I have been where you are today, faced with what seems like an impenetrable morass of contradiction. What you must realize is that what seems irrational to us seems so only because of our fallen condition, which limits our capacity to fully ascertain and appreciate the Verities. We have only our natures to blame for this, as God is not responsible."

Felicia knitted her bows, and shook her head, "The choice is mine, but the choice was made before I was born? If I go to Hell, it's because I rejected Christ and deserve it; but if I go to Heaven, it's because I accepted Christ, but I accepted Christ only because God wanted it that way, and it actually has little to do with me?"

Saul grinned and cocked his head slightly, "I don't know if that wording is completely correct, but the sense of what you said is true. To claim that a man is responsible for his salvation is blasphemy, an insult to the sublime Grace of God; and by the same token, the very same token, it would be blasphemous to charge God with being responsible for a man's damnation. Blasphemous and utterly nonsensical as well, given that God is complete and perfect and absolutely just in all things. The Catholic view, that man himself is charged with determining his own eternal fate, with God acting merely as a judge with virtually no hand in the affairs of the world or in the hearts of his creatures, is an unconscionable affront to the blood of Christ, the majesty of the Holy Spirit, the inviolate and pristine glory of the Triune God of Holy Scripture."




A Conversion



Saul was obliged to raise his voice by the end of his speech, because there was commotion in the room next to theirs. Felicia felt relief, and Saul showed no signs of being put off. Felicia had to wonder, however, why the desk-clerk had given these new arrivals a room directly adjoining hers and Saul's. There were only two other cars in the parking lot when they had arrived, and this new party would mean only four rooms out of the twenty available were now occupied -or rather three, since one of the vehicles out front probably belonged to the clerk at the desk - so why in the world put two parties in such close proximity, particularly when everyone knew what most people came to such a rundown place for? It made no sense.

A baby was crying loudly, and Felicia heard a man and woman talking calmly. Suddenly she saw Saul's face burst with red and his eyes drop to his pocket Bible, which he now bent and bent and fidgeted with quite distractedly. At first Felicia was confused, and then she realized what had happened. The crying of the baby had caused her breasts to vent a small amount of their milk. She was currently still nursing her son, Onario, who was a week shy of six months old. The leaked milk showed through her top in small, dark circles. Embarassed, more for Saul than herself, Felicia stood up and crossed her arms. She apologized to him:

"I am so sorry. It... it happens sometimes, you know, when I hear a baby crying. It's normal. I'm nursing and....I'm sorry..."

"Oh, not at all." the man said, but could not bring his eyes to look at Felicia. He stared at his miniature Bible, rubbed the embossed letters on its faux-leather cover, fanned its gold-edged pages. In a few moments the crying next door had subdued, and the man and woman were still conversing in soft tones. Felicia appreciated how their voices had not risen while the infant was doing its innocent bellowing. She felt a sense of calm coming from the strangers in the room one door down, and she had never felt such a strong desire to hold her own baby. She didn't want Saul's money, she decided. Even though his hour was not up, Saul reluctantly agreed to end their assignation. He had collected himself somewhat and tried to talk Felicia into accepting the money, even though she had flatly refused on the grounds that she had broken their agreement.

"Don't think of it as payment for services rendered, because you didn't render any." He said to her, "Think of it as a gift. Please. Take it for you and your baby. I don't need it."

"I don't want your charity." Felicia said. "And that's what it would be, not because, like you said, I didn't render services, but because I broke our agreement. I didn't give you your hour. Listen, all I want to do is go home. Please. I...I appreciate the gesture, really."

"Felicia." he said, blocking her way to the door, but not menacingly. He stopped in front of her and when she stopped walking, he stepped backwards, hands up, almost defensively, "Felicia, one more moment, please. Please, tell me that you will think of all that we've talked about today. That you will put aside your doubts, your prejudices, your...."

"Sir...."

"It's Saul."

"Saul. Okay. Saul, I appreciate what you're trying to do, I really do, but this isn't the way to do it. It isn't." She remembered her bag at the last second, retrieved it from the recliner, and went again towards the door; and once again Saul barred her way, but not aggressively. He stepped in front of her the way someone might step in front of a speeding train.

"I know it seems like a terrible imposition. I know." Saul said, and shook his head, as if trying desperately to keep from looking where he knew he ought not. For a moment he seemed about ready to explode. He clenched his hands around his little Bible, his knuckles going to white. Felicia's heart slammed in her chest, and her hand went to her bag, reached inside it. But finally Saul's body slackened. He seemed to regain composure for a moment, and turned to open the door of their room. It swung open slowly, a soft wind pushing it. It creaked loudly, which was fitting for such a ramshackle establishment. Once again he put his back to the door and his hands went up, looking harmless again, harmless and frustrated, like a ten year old boy who had just been cut from the school basketball team.

"If only I could make you understand." he said, sounding truly pitiful. "I have to do this, Felicia. I'm not just some crackpot. It's my calling. I cannot refuse. May I get...."

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt." Said a voice behind him. Felicia looked past Saul's shoulder and smiled brightly, then breezed past him to greet the woman who now stood in the doorway.

"Hi, it's okay, we were just leaving, actually. Can I help you with something?"

Saul turned around, looking simultaneously hateful and ashamed. He lifted his eyes to see the woman in the doorway, holding a baby in her arms. The baby was cooing and looking at Felicia, who babbled in return and was also making small talk with the baby's mother, a pale and slender woman with long black hair and large, intelligent eyes. The woman had first explained that the phone in her and her husband's room wasn't working and that she was on her way to the manager's office when she noticed that Felicia and Saul's door was open. Then she and Felicia had begun commiserating about babies and motherhood. There was a pure and joyous energy all around the three. The women were laughing and smiling and beautiful, like subjects in a Renaissance painting. Felicia looked at Saul and it seemed to her that he looked lost, utterly out of place, impotent.

The little baby turned to Saul and fixed him with its tiny, penetrative eyes. Felicia spoke to Saul, but he didn't seem to hear her. "Awwww, he's looking at you. Come say Hi to him. Oh, come on, don't be shy.... Saul.... come say Hi to the baby..."

But Saul looked as if he could scarcely move. He tried to speak. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say a word, or even make a sound. Felicia felt sure that something was wrong. Saul was pale and soaked with sweat, his tall, gaunt frame was trembling. Felicia went and anxiously stood before him, passing her hand in front of his eyes. She took Saul by the hands, and his little Bible fell to the floor with a soft thump. He was visibly shaken, even further, by her touch. Saul managed to take his eyes away from the baby's eyes, forcibly, with an effort that finally exhausted him and made him fall to his knees. He blinked, and tears rolled freely down his cheeks, bellied over and over again in his eyes, blinding him, falling audibly to the soiled carpet. He crumpled further down and finally clung like a baby himself to Felicia's feet, mumbling almost incoherently:

"I'm so sorry....Oh, my Lord....I'm so sorry...." 



A Conversion Ch. 02



I never dreamed this would ever happen to me.

Karen and Darcie are two of the sexiest women I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, let alone lying in bed with. I don't know how I kept up with them one at a time, much less both of them together! It must be something about all my furs. The effect is astounding. I've never seen anything quite like it before.

Mind you, I've been a fur fanatic for almost twenty years. I've been in and out of a lot of furry relationships and I've seen the effect fur has on a woman when I rub it on her naked body for the first time. It is nothing short of astounding! I still remember the first woman I furred. Her reaction was so intense it actually frightened me for a moment!

Okay, folks. Go get a pencil. Write this down: Fur is the most effective leg spreader ever created by God! Bar none!

When you get a woman's attention and let her put her hands on some fur -- the real stuff, not that synthetic "Fun Fur" crap you buy at the mall -- it's like you cast a magic spell over her. If you can't get her into your bed after that, you are doing something seriously wrong!

Don't give me any of that "Animal Rights" garbage, either! There's nothing wrong with taking animals for their fur. Just get your special lady in bed with a nice, soft mink or fox fur. I don't care how "Anti" she is. She'll succumb! That's how I got acquainted with these two beauties lying in bed with me, right now. Both of them were anti-fur protesters before they met me. I took them home with me, one at a time, and snared them in my fur den. Now, they are my fur slaves. I've had nearly three weeks of continuous fur fucking between the two of them.

First, it was Karen. I met her in a bar just after I had a scuffle with her lesbian mistress. I took her clothes off and put her into my fur bed. It was dynamite! Up until that night, I had never even heard of a woman having a spontaneous orgasm from fur stimulation alone. She had at least three that night! I don't know, exactly. I wasn't in any state to remember. She fucked me so hard, so many times that night, I can hardly remember.

As if that wasn't enough, the next day, Karen weaseled her other lesbian girlfriend into coming to see me. I don't know what kind of story Karen told Darcie but, whatever it was, she had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to her until I got her into my den. I gave her the same treatment I gave her girlfriend. The reaction was just as spectacular, if not more. She kept me in the saddle for over an hour! I don't know how that happened. It must be something about fur but the moment she put her arms around me and the soft feeling of fur surrounded us it was all over for me. We were caught up in a fur frenzy that lasted most of the night.

Every single night since then, they have been taking turns coming to my place, fucking me silly then hopping out of bed in the morning and running off. They claimed they had to go to class but I had my suspicions. I knew it had something to do with that girlfriend of theirs, Heather. They both call her "Mistress". I decided that I was going to have to get to the bottom of it.

Okay. So, last week -- Friday -- I came home from work a little earlier than usual. I put in extra hours at the office every night that week. I earned the extra time off. I walked inside and heard a noise coming from my bedroom. It took me a few moments but I recognized the sound. It was moaning. It was a girl's moaning! Quietly, I sneaked upstairs. I looked into my room and saw all my furs piled on top of the bed. The pile undulated slowly, up and down, with the unmistakable, sensual rhythm of hot, steamy fur sex!

A moment later, I heard Darcie make a noise like she was about to have an orgasm. Then I heard Karen. Both of them were in my bed! They were fucking like a pair of minks. I pulled down the chinchilla comforter to reveal their luscious bodies, writhing in fur, locked in "69" position, both of them gasping for breath between orgasms! My cock instantly sprang to attention. Then, I did what any red-blooded American male would do in a situation like this. I watched the lesbians fuck!

I could tell these girls knew how to push each other's buttons. They slowly, deliberately licked and sucked each other's twat as if they knew exactly how to give each other an instant orgasm at any moment. They rubbed fur all every inch of each other, using it to bring themselves to the edge of nirvana but always holding back that last little, infinitesimal touch that would give them their orgasmic relief.

They must have kept at it for fifteen minutes before they even came up for air. They pretended like they didn't notice me. I almost thought it was true until Karen broke her tongue lock on Darcie's crotch long enough to look up at me and say, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take your clothes off and join us?"

I probably set a world record getting naked. I hopped into bed with them, pulled the comforter over the top and snuggled in. When that fur slid over my skin and the musky darkness enveloped the three of us, I knew something was going to happen, the likes of which, I had never experienced before.

I had barely settled in to the fur when I felt Darcie's mouth on my dick. She didn't waste any time teasing me. She just sucked all eight inches of my manhood into her mouth, all at once. I sighed involuntarily as she slid her lips up and down my shaft. I relaxed and laid back into the fur pile. I spread my legs, allowing Darcie full access. Her tongue swirled me 'round and 'round. Two hands full of fur circled my groin, pushing me deeper and deeper into a state of fur induced relaxation. I was just beginning to anticipate the pleasure of cumming in her mouth when two sets of sharp fingernails scraped my inner thighs, sending shock waves of pain through my body. I screamed and instinctively tried to pull free but it was too late. Her arms were already locked around my waist. She bared her teeth and bit down with just enough pressure to let me know that she was in charge. I fought the urge to struggle. The next thing I knew, her lips and her tongue and her fingernails were giving my dick the most exquisite experience of my life.

I didn't even have time to acclimate before I smelled Karen's scent in my face. I had just taken my first appreciative whiff of her pussy when I felt her grab two hands full of my hair and force my head deep into her crotch. Karen's soft, creamy thighs locked themselves around my head. Her pussy was already wet and her labia were already fully engorged. My face sank right in and her soft, fragrant lips surrounded my mouth and nose. I nuzzled and licked as she wiggled her hips around my head. She squeezed me harder and pulled me tighter into her crotch. I could hardly breathe. All I could hear was Karen's giggle as I gasped for air. I was just about out of oxygen when she loosened her grip enough for me to suck in a lung full.

Finally, Karen and Darcie completed the "Daisy Chain". They began to slowly work their magic on me. I felt fur around my waist, rubbing me slowly in time to Darcie's expert cock sucking. It was clear that she was a master at pleasuring both the female and the male anatomy. She slowly sucked me all the way into her mouth then she tightened her lips around my shaft, pulling out until only the head remained in her lips. Then with a flick of her tongue she quickly gobbled me up again. An enormous shock wave of pleasure raced upwards, through my body. I licked at Karen's pussy in response. The wave moved through Karen, then through to Darcie. The circle was completed. A second later, it started all over again. This time, as the pleasure built within the circle of our bodies, we began to lick and suck each other a little bit harder, a little bit faster and with a little bit more intensity than before. The pleasure wave traveled around and around the ring, gaining momentum as it went. My head was spinning. My entire body vibrated with pleasurable sensations. I grunted and groaned as my mind receded into a furry cloud of sensual desire. I hardly knew which way was up!

The next thing I knew Darcie's fingernails dug into my balls! I cried out in pain. The spasm was channeled directly into Karen's pussy, pushing her over the brink into an orgasmic frenzy. That sent the signal to Darcie, causing her to cum. But when my turn came, all I got was another stab in the nut sack. The pain shot up my spine and stiffened my entire body. I knew that, if I wanted pleasure again, I'd have to endure. Just when I thought I couldn't take a second more, Darcie's mouth took over again, immersing me in pleasure but leaving me to dread the next impending stab of pain.

It wasn't until the third or fourth round that I realized what they were doing to me. Darcie's mouth and Karen's scent slowly worked me up to the edge of ecstasy. A jolt of pain dragged me back. If tried to struggle free Darcie's claw like fingernails dug even harder into my backside and into my crotch. Karen's legs gripped tighter and tighter around my neck, cutting off my air supply. They had me in a death grip, balancing on the razor's edge between ultimate pleasure and pain. I was practically paralyzed. I don't know how long it took -- at least fifteen minutes -- for me to completely submit to their will. Slowly, over a period of time, I learned to relax my body until I was at their mercy.

I endured almost an hour of them taking turns torturing my dick and forcing me to eat pussy. I had to figure out a way to escape. Once it dawned on me, the concept was simple. The twitching of my dick was giving me away. Every time she felt my dick start to twitch Darcie knew I was about to cum. That was when the pain came to bring me back to square one. As long as I remained completely still, as long as I didn't allow my dick to move, I got pleasure. Fur surrounded me and flesh stimulated me. The pleasure took me higher and higher until I was ready to explode. I was able to keep myself still long enough to enjoy what felt like an eternity, of pre-orgasmic bliss!

Then, all at once, my dam broke. I screamed in release! I came into Darcie's mouth so unexpectedly she almost choked on my spunk! The next thing I knew, furry hands were jacking me off and tickling my balls while Darcie's hungry mouth swallowed my pride. It felt good! Really good! I didn't want it to stop. They kept on going until the pleasure turned to pain. The muscles at the back of my scrotum were so sore that each pulse made twinges shoot through my entire groin.

Finally, I was able to struggle my head free from Karen's grip long enough to beg for mercy. I think she may have been at the end of her rope, too. It wasn't long before the three of us collapsed. My limp dick was released from its pleasure prison. My tongue was discharged from its task. I was a free man again, disappointed that it was all over. I wanted more!

I got furred, slowly and gently, by the girls for the rest of the evening. I returned the favor, gently rubbing fox and mink over the two beauties at my side. Their bodies moved in waves as my fur slid up to their breasts then back down between their legs. We basked in a world of furry pleasure until we fell asleep.

In the morning when we woke up, Karen let me get on top of her and just fuck. We did it the old fashioned way. Darcie rubbed fur on my back while we did it. I took my good old, sweet time too. I just put it in and slowly stroked until Karen's pussy sucked the cream right out of me. I know Karen came too. I felt her love muscle contract around me. My balls still hurt but it was delicious!

It was 7:30 A.M. Right about that time, every morning, the girls would get out of bed and rush off to class. They claimed it was a class they couldn't miss. I was always disappointed when they left. But, every night, they came back to my fur bed again. I was always glad to see them.

Karen and Darcie started to get out of bed and get dressed.

"Hey! Wait a minute. Where are you girls going in such a rush?"

Darcie looked at me and said, "But, we have class. We can't be late."

"Bullshit! It's Saturday! There aren't any classes on Saturday!"

"But, we have to get back!" pleaded Karen. I knew something was fishy.

"Back to who?" I asked suspiciously. "Your friend, Heather? The one who wears the army jacket and the short hair?"

There was silence. The look on their faces told me it was Heather. They didn't have to say a word. I was beginning to figure out what was going on.

"Do you want to be treated like her slave?"

"Well, at first, it was fun." said Darcie.

"But, now" Karen added, "Mistress is taking it too far." "She even tells us what to wear!" she complained.

"Remember the day I met you at the 'Cornerstone'?"

I nodded.

"Do you think I wanted to wear that mini skirt out in the cold?"

"I thought you looked cold."

"Freezing!" she shivered. Her expression changed to a seductive smile. "Then you came along and warmed me up."

I pulled her down and sat her on the bed next to me. I put my arm around her and rubbed her with a little fur. She closed her eyes and leaned against my shoulder.

"Why do you stay with her? Why don't you leave?"

"She has the lease to our apartment. She keeps all the money. If we left her, we'd be living in the street!"

I thought for a minute.

"Not necessarily. This is a big apartment. I could use some company."

A look of dawning comprehension came over them.

I couldn't believe what I said! I was asking those two hotties to move in with me! I was mainly concerned with helping out my new "fur friends" but I would be lying if I said the thought of all that live-in pussy didn't cross my mind once or twice.

"If you girls agree to help out with the housekeeping and pay your share of the bills you can live here as long as you want."

"Won't your landlord complain?" Darcie asked.

"I am the landlord!" I boomed. "I own this building and two more just like it!"

I was flanked by two beautiful naked women, one sitting on either side of me, perched on the edge of my fur bed. I felt some fox fur wrap around me from the left and mink attacked me from the right. Darcie pushed me back onto the bed and began furring my stomach and my thighs with the fox. Karen's mink covered hands took control of my penis.

"He's good looking. He's rich. And he knows how to please a woman!" Darcie announced.

"Fucks like a champ, this one!" Karen answered.

Darcie jumped on top of me and took me for one more lap around the track before we hit the shower. We got cleaned up and headed downstairs to make some breakfast.

"But, what about our clothes and all our stuff?" asked Darcie as we descended the stairs of my split level apartment. "Karen, don't you get a discount from the store you work in?"

She nodded.

I piped up, "After breakfast, I'll take you girls out shopping."

I could tell they were both happy. So was I. I just bagged two hot looking girlfriends!

We finished breakfast then headed back upstairs to get dressed. It took about twice as long as normal because every minute or so, one of us would stage a surprise "fur attack" on one of the others when no one was looking.

I hurried up and got dressed first. I sneaked downstairs to use the phone in privacy. I dialed and waited for the answer.

"Hello? Ron Hedges, please..."

There was a pause while my call was placed on hold.

"Ron! It's 'Fur Man'. How y'doin, today?......." "Can I get an appointment, some time around two?....." "No? You busy today?....." "Yeah, I can come in that late....." "That ought to be your last appointment of the day, huh?..." "No shit? Business is that good? You must be rollin' in it!....." "That's good!... Hey! Listen, I gotta' go. Some friends are waiting for me....." "Okay, I'll be there at 5:30. See you then...." "Bye-bye!"

I hung up the phone and turned around. Karen and Darcie were standing right behind me.

"Who was that?" Darcie asked.

"Oh, just a friend." I demurred. "You two ready to go?"

I put on my new lambskin and mink jacket. I put the fur on the inside. I wasn't trying to hide anything. I just wanted the fur for myself. The three of us zipped up our coats and headed out the door. I hailed a cab and put my two beauties in the back with me, one on each side. They had their hands buried in the fur lining of my jacket almost the whole time. What a wise investment it turned out to be!

We rolled up to our destination and got out. All the best shops on Newbury Street were our playground that day, especially our last stop: The furrier! I didn't tell the girls, though. I wanted it to be a surprise.

We spent the day shopping for clothes. I let them drag me through all the shops. I bought each of them several outfits. Some were trendy. Some were classic. I hadn't pegged either one of them for being "Fashion Bugs" but they both seemed to get a charge out of buying new clothes. I was happy to see them enjoying themselves. Karen even bought herself another short mini skirt.

"Won't you get cold wearing that in this weather? I asked.

"Not if I have you to keep me warm!" she said with a sly grin.

We took a break to get something to eat then continued on. I stopped by Brooks Brothers and bought myself a new shirt and tie. Then we headed down the street toward the feature attraction of the day: Miller Brothers Furs!

We turned the corner and rang the bell on the front door. It buzzed open. We went inside. The girls didn't even notice where we were until they were well into the middle of the room. A collective gasp went up when they realized they were standing in a fur shop! The room was just oozing fur from every corner! They stood in awed silence while I walked up to the reception desk.

"Mr. Hedges will be with you in just a minute." the clerk said. "He's just finishing up with his last customer."

She took our coats and hung them neatly on the coat rack behind the desk. She picked up our packages and stood them in a row underneath.

We arrived a few minutes early for our appointment so I didn't mind the wait. The girls looked like a couple of kids in a candy store, standing there just looking at all the fur. They were chomping at the bit.

"Go ahead." I said to the girls. "Go pick one out." I motioned toward the display area.

They took off like I just fired a starter's pistol into the air. They went up and down the racks, oohing and aahing over every fur. It was about twenty minutes before Mr. Hedges was free. I could tell by the look on his face that the sale hadn't gone well.

"Fur Man!" he exclaimed.

"That old lady stiffed you, Ron?" I asked.

"Haven't had a sale all day!" he answered with a weary tone.

"Well, your day is about to get a hell of a lot better!"

I motioned to the girls. They came over and I introduced them.

"Ron Hedges, these are my friends, Karen and Darcie." "Karen. Darcie. Meet Mr. Ron Hedges. He's been my fur broker for more than fifteen years, now."

"Pleased to meet you!" he said as he greeted each one. I could tell that he was noticing their looks. He gave me that "eye" guys give each other when they meet a hot woman for the first time. I nodded back, imperceptibly, as if to say, "Yup! I'm fucking them, too!" I bet girls have their own set of invisible signals, too, but I wouldn't know. I'm a guy!

"So... You here for a fitting?"

I nodded. We ushered the women to the back of the store to the fitting area.

"Shall I start a card file for each of them?" he asked.

He didn't even wait for an answer. He just pulled out a new, blank index card for each of them.

Karen was first. Mr. Hedges stood her up on the podium and started taking measurements. I knew what she was going to do, the second she stepped up. She sidled right up to him and began working her magic. Every time Ron tried to get the tape around her, she would positioned herself, ever so subtly, so he had to rub up against her in a seductive way. Darcie and I watched from across the room as Karen seduced the furrier, right there in the middle of the store.




A Conversion Ch. 02



The best part happened when he stepped around behind her to take her bust measurement. Before he realized what was happening, Karen grabbed his hands and clamped them to her chest! She massaged her own tits with Hedges' hands before taking his right hand and slowly sliding it down between her legs. He pulled her close. She ground her firm, round ass into his crotch. I could see his hard-on from across the room. It took him almost a quarter hour to do the five minute's work getting Karen's measurements. When he was done, he walked back over to his desk to finish writing down his notes. He stood there for a good, long while getting his senses back before he called out to the clerk.

"Cindy!"

"Yes, Mr. Hedges?"

"It's almost seven O'clock. After closing time. You can go home, now. I'll lock up when I'm done with the Fur Man, here."

The girl wasted no time in hightailing it to the door. It was Saturday evening. She had better things to do than sit in this place all night.

Once the door closed behind her, Mr. Hedges locked it and turned off the outside lights. He closed the security shades in the windows before returning to us at the fitting area.

"You're next, Darce." I said with a smile.

She hopped right up on the podium and waited for Hedges to begin. He hesitated, not knowing what Darcie was about to do. She didn't try to pull anything right away. Karen and I both knew what she was up to. She was going to screw with his mind. She behaved herself right until the end. When he finished his last measurement, Darcie turned around and planted a big, wet kiss right on his lips. Their arms went around each other in a passionate embrace. A moment later, Darcie unzipped his fly and her hand slid inside.

"Oh!" he cried out.

It only lasted a minute until Darcie broke her lip lock and pulled away.

"Can we pick out our furs, now?" she asked.

I nodded.

Mr. Hedges looked around the store then at the girls then at me. He gave me "The Eye" again. I gave him "The Nod".

"Darcie. Karen. Mr. Hedges is going to take you out back, to the warehouse. That's where he keeps his best furs."

He looked back at me with an expression that pantomimed, "Thank you!"

"Right this way, ladies!" he said as he ushered my beauties through the double doors.

They barely swung closed when I heard, "Oh, my GOD! Look at all the FUR!"

I laughed and sat down at Hedges' desk. I looked around and found a copy of the newspaper. I started reading. I knew this was going to take a while.

I read the paper, front to back, while the three of them were in the store room. Every so often, I heard cries of pleasure echo through the back room. I got a stiffy every time I thought about what they were doing to him. I couldn't help feeling a little bit jealous, not being the one fucking them all the time but, deep down in my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do. Women like this aren't going to be satisfied with just one man. The more a guy like me tries to tighten his grip on them the more they will slip through his fingers. That's something I learned the hard way, many years ago.

It was a good hour and a half before Darcie and Karen emerged from the back. They were wearing pair of gigantic, full length chinchilla coats with oversized hoods. They looked fantastic! Mr. Hedges was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Mr. Hedges?" I asked.

Darcie answered "Oh, he'll be along soon. He's indisposed at the moment."

"So, when you say, 'Indisposed', you mean 'Recovering from getting his brains fucked out', don't you?"

They laughed.

"What am I going to do with you two?" I joked.

They stood on either side of me and opened their coats. They snuggled up close to me and wrapped their arms around each other with me in the middle. The fur was thick and soft. Their hoods completely covered our heads as the coats closed around me. The three of us were sealed inside a cocoon of super soft chinchilla. I was turned on by the fur as much as I was by the beautiful women tantalizing me.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed.

Darcie and Karen pressed their bodies together even tighter and began swinging their hips, to and fro. I closed my eyes and swayed with them. I was melting in their grasp. I felt my hands being taken by the wrists and moved all around their bodies. I was led around front, between their legs and up their tight, muscular stomachs to their full, gorgeous tits. I felt their hands groping me. One hand kneaded my ass. The other teased its way down my stomach toward my belt buckle. It paused for a moment then kept going, down inside my pants, tickling through my pubic hair until, finally, it grabbed my cock and squeezed. I felt like I was going out of control in a world of fur and lust.

"The question is more like 'What are we going to do with you?" Karen whispered seductively in my ear. Her hot breath against the back of my neck sent a chill up my spine.

There was a stirring in the store room area. The three of us looked over to see Mr. Hedges coming through the doors, looking like he was in a daze. He was trying to look innocent as he straightened his tie and tucked in the tail of his shirt.

"We're all friends here, Ron" I said. "No need to pretend."

A look of surprised embarrassment came over him for a second. When he saw me and the girls standing together inside our new furs he looked relieved.

I turned to the girls. "Are these the furs you want?" I asked. I half cringed when I asked the question. I knew these coats were going to set me back at least $15,000 apiece! They both nodded. I knew they would. It wasn't a problem of money that bothered me. I just didn't usually buy such extravagant furs for myself. If I didn't know I could afford it, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. Darcie and Karen are worth every penny.

It was only a few minutes more before Mr. Hedges finished writing up the bill of sale. All of my financial information is kept on file. I've been buying furs from him for so long, the paperwork is all but a formality. He simply sends the bill to my accountant. A check is cut by the end of the week. I took the folded carbon copy of the invoice and slid it into my pocket. A formality, really.

He stood up and retired to the back room, momentarily. He returned with a couple of garment bags and some hangers.

"Shall I pack up your coats?" he said in a polite tone.

The girls stood back, crossed their arms across their chests and snuggled themselves in their new furs. Their faces were barely visible inside the cavernous hoods of chinchilla but I could see each of them nervously shaking her head, almost with a look of terror.

"I don't think you could pry those coats off them with a crowbar, Ron!"

He smiled and folded the bags into a neat package.

"You can put them with the rest of the shopping bags, "Ron."

"Would you like me to call a cab for you?"

I picked up my leather and fur jacket from the coat rack and began to put it on. I paused and thought for a second.

"You girls want to go out and show off before we go home?"

Two fur covered heads nodded in unison. I reversed my jacket so the fur was on the outside.

"No, sir, I think we're going to go out walking."

I slipped the jacket back on and zipped up.

"Y'Know, Ron. Tell you what you could do... Call that cab for a package pickup, would you, please?"

I flipped him a "C-note" to pay the fare. I didn't really need to. He would have done it, gratis, but I gave it to him anyway, just on principle.

"Drop them off to the doorman in the lobby." I said. "He'll have them sent up by the time we get home."

We all shook hands then I took my two fur beauties by the arm, one on each side. Hedges unlocked the door for us and ushered us out.

"Come again!" he said.

"We will!" the girls said in chorus with a seductive tone.

He locked the door behind us as we headed out into the street.

I walked arm-in-arm with Karen and Darcie, down the street. With me in my mink jacket and them in their gigantic coats, we looked like a wall of fur moving down the sidewalk. People just stopped and stared. We kept moving, without saying a word, as if we didn't notice. You could practically hear the chins hitting the sidewalk as we passed. We rounded the corner on Tremont and kept going without missing a beat.

There was a young man up ahead, about eighteen or nineteen years old, standing outside a coffee shop. He stood with his back to the street. He was talking to a young girl about the same age. Judging by the look of things, he was trying to chat her up. He didn't notice us walking up behind him. Darcie reached out with her fur covered arm and "accidentally" swished it against his bare forearm. A charge shot up his spine, instantly jolting him to attention. I looked back and saw his head snap around. He was practically drooling. There was sharp, skin-on-skin, "SMACK!" as the girl slapped him across the face. She pushed him aside and walked away, in a huff, down the street in the other direction.

"You're evil!" I said. Darcie just giggled.

We walked several more blocks, turning every head along the way. I could tell the girls were getting eager to go home. We hailed a cab. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. A split second later, a fist smashed into the center of my back. I was more surprised than hurt but I was knocked off balance for a moment. I heard the sound of somebody cussing and swearing, some of the most foul words I person could utter. I turned around just in time to see another fist heading toward my face. I tried to dodge it but a glancing blow landed on my left cheek.

I saw another hand on its way toward me. This time I was able to catch it before impact. I pulled the attacker in close with my left hand then countered with an uppercut to the solar plexus. I heard a sharp discharge of air from my assailant's lungs. The shadowy figure melted to the sidewalk. Darcie and Karen looked on in horror as the cab pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and shoved them both into the back seat, out of harm's way. I pushed a couple of big bills through the security barrier and hollered to the driver.

"78 Bristol! Cambridge! On the double! Don't stop for anything! And make sure they get inside before you leave! You got that?"

I pushed another bill through the slot just for good measure. I saw him nod his head then I slammed the car door. Tires squealed as the car rocketed away.

There was the sound of coughing and wheezing coming from behind me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my weapon. I held it at the ready, down close to my waist so that bystanders wouldn't be able to see the gun in my hand. The guy was already getting back up to his hands and knees. I grabbed him by the back of the collar and hoisted him up. I pushed him backward, up against a lamp post. I racked my slide and pressed my barrel right into his already tenderized stomach.

The bluish white light of the street lamp lit up my adversary's face. I was horrified to see that he was a SHE!

"Heather?! Jesus Christ!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "I could have KILLED you!!"

Her eyes were glued to the gun stuck in her belly. I clicked on the safety and slid it back into my pocket. I grabbed her by the collar and twisted up a handful of material in my fist. She stood there like a statue, staring me right in the face. A look of abject terror twisted her face into a gargoyle like expression. I felt my whole body shaking as the adrenaline rush started to subside. I was afraid to think of what might have happened if I hadn't recognized her and I had pulled the trigger. I was literally beside myself.

"Stupid! Stupid!" were the only words I could force out of my mouth.

I let go of Heather's jacket and barked, "Don't you fuckin' move! She stayed propped up against the lamp post, unable to speak or move.

I turned around and hailed another cab. I shoved her inside and climbed in. I gave the driver my address and we took off. Before we were half way there, Heather broke down and was sobbing uncontrollably in the back seat of the cab. I felt so sorry for the poor girl I put my arm around her for comfort.

"Don't you know you can get in serious trouble doing things like that?"

She sniffed, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"What possesses you to do something like that?!"

"You 'fur fuckers' get me so angry!"

Until that moment, I hadn't thought that my leather and fur jacket could agitate her even more. I took my arm off her shoulders and pulled away but the fur accidentally brushed against the side of her neck. She froze for a moment then looked over at me, wearing my fur.

"What kind of fur is that?"

"Mink."

"How many of those poor animals did you have to kill to make that jacket?"

"Oh, I don't know. A couple dozen."

"Doesn't it bother you that they skin the poor things alive just for your enjoyment?"

"Where did you hear that nonsense? They don't skin them alive. They euthanize them with drugs."

"They put them to sleep?"

"Just like the vet does when your pet gets too sick to live!"

"That's not what people say on T.V. and on the internet."

"Do you believe everything you read on the internet?"

"Hmm..." Heather grunted. She sat there in silence almost the rest of the way home. We were just rounding the corner, onto Bristol Street when she reached out and grabbed my jacket by the sleeve. I was surprised by the move but I let her feel the fur. She was trying to look nonchalant but I could tell she was thinking.

We pulled up in front of my building. I paid the driver and took Heather up the stairs, past the door man and into the lobby.

"C'Mon up and have a drink." I offered. "We can talk."

I put my arm around her shoulder as I walked her into the elevator. She put her arm around my waist. I could tell by the way she was flexing her fingers through my fur that I had just hooked her. I began to consider all the different ways I could reel her in.

The door slid shut. I imagined a giant, furry trap closing slowly around her.

The elevator slid open. I led her into my lair. I took her to the kitchen, took her coat and sat her down just the way I had done twice before. I poured her a glass of wine and put my things away.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. "I hit you pretty hard."

She patted her gut and inhaled. "Lucky shot!" she boasted. "My brothers used to hit me harder than that all the time!"

A live one, she was! I knew I couldn't use the same tactics I used on the others. I had to think of something else.

"You sit down. Relax for a while. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I quickly ran upstairs to find Karen and Darcie. It didn't take long. They were snuggled up in bed like two kittens, naked except for their new fur coats. I tapped them on the shoulder. They sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Girls! You'll never guess who I brought home! Your girlfriend, Heather!"

They looked at each other then at me. "Mistress?!"

"Shh! She'll hear you!"

I stood them up in front of me.

"Keep quiet and keep your hoods up! She'll never know it's you!"

I fastened their coats, pulled up their hoods and fluffed up their fur.

"Wait at the top of the stairs 'till I call you. Don't say a word. Got it?"

They both nodded.

I parked them at the top of the stairs and continued on down. I found Heather sitting on the sofa, finishing her glass of wine. I walked over and sat down in the easy chair across from her. She looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I stayed silent. I knew the only way to get the upper hand on her was to keep her guessing. We sat there for several minutes, neither of us saying anything. I could see the uneasiness building up in her as she fidgeted in her seat.

"So, what are you going to do to me, now that you have me here?" she said defiantly.

I leaned back in my chair and paused for a moment.

"You can leave right now if you want to."

She stayed put. There was another several minutes of uneasy silence.

"Do you think you're going to fuck me or something?"

She was starting to loose her cool. I stood up and moved in. I pointed my finger right at her, just inches from her nose.

"Now, look here, Missy!" I gritted out in my best Clint Eastwood voice. "The way I see it, you have a choice. You can get up and leave or you can stay here. Now, which is it going to be?!

She didn't say a word. I continued the charade.

"I've been easy on you, so far! By my score card, you owe me!"

I turned my back and strolled around like a German officer interrogating a prisoner. I motioned toward the top of the stairs.

"Come on down, ladies..."

Darcie and Karen floated gracefully down the stairs like two grey ghosts. They didn't make a single sound. The only visible part of them, apart from their hands, was their bare feet, swishing in and out of the front sweep of their fur coats as they walked. The thought of how the fur must have felt against their skin almost made me go weak in the knees. Heather sat there in awed silence as they approached.

"Have a seat."

I motioned toward the sofa. They sat down on either side of her. She pulled her arms in tight as if to keep from accidentally touching any fur.

"This your last chance, Heather! Leave now!"

She didn't move. She didn't say a word. She just sat there, staring at the two fur specters sitting beside her.

"What kind of fur is that?" she finally asked. I knew I had her!

"Chinchilla. The softest there is."

Darcie and Karen moved in, as if on cue, and grabbed Heather by the arms. They began stroking her bare forearms with the chinchilla. She struggled at first but when she felt the fur creep up her arms her body instinctively relaxed.

"Do you want them to stop?"

She didn't say a word.

The girls unbuttoned her shirt and began furring her belly. Her tight, muscular stomach quivered as the fur made contact then she closed her eyes and her whole body went slack. Karen and Darcie continued their coordinated assault in their former Mistress's senses. Her shirt came off and fell to the floor. She was bare to the waist.

Heather was a lot better looking now that she wasn't covered by all those frumpy clothes. She was quite striking, in fact. She had a petite, athletic frame with lean, tight muscles. Her medium sized breasts were round and firm. My dick was getting harder by the second. It strained against my pants. I wanted to jump her, right there, but this was not the time. I sat back in my chair, unbuckled my belt and loosened my clothing. I settled into my chair to enjoy the show.

The image of the fur lined trap flashed through my mind again.

Karen and Darcie snuggled up close to Heather. Fur pressed tight to her sides. She slouched down into the overstuffed cushions. The girls' furry arms made circles around her midsection, teasing their way slowly upward.

A soft sigh floated out from Heather's lips when the fur reached her chest. Karen and Darcie had been furred like this a dozen times before. They knew what felt best and they knew exactly how to rub Heather's tits for maximum effect.

I let the girls work Heather over until I saw her starting to melt. They rubbed her stomach and her chest. They applied fur to her arms and shoulders. They circled her tits until the nipples stood erect. I could see the fire building in her belly.

"That's enough!" I said.

I stood up and clapped my hands. "We're finished, here!"

Darcie and Karen stopped furring Heather's body and stood up. I motioned with my hand. They walked over and stood behind me, leaving Heather lying on the sofa. I picked up her shirt from the floor and threw it at her.

"You can go home, now."

Her eyes popped open and she looked at me in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" she stammered.

"You don't like fur. Remember?"

"But, but..."

"Aren't you the one who attacked me, not once, but twice?"




A Conversion Ch. 02



"Well..."

"Well, what are you still doing here?" I pointed toward the door. "Out!"

She laid there on the sofa, looking like she was ready to cry.

"I've got better things to do than trifle with the anti-fur likes of you!"

Karen and Darcie started to work me over with their fur. They lifted my shirt and rubbed my belly. I rolled my head back as they rubbed it against my face. I could see the hunger in Heather's eyes. She wanted fur!

I imagined her being pulled deeper into the fur trap. Soon she would be unable to escape.

"Or..." I said, ominously, "are you changing your mind?"

I motioned to the girls. They sprang into action. They grabbed Heather by the arms and started furring her, slowly and sensuously. She struggled and screamed but it was two against one. She was no match. I untied her combat boots and pulled them off her flailing feet. Her socks came off next. Then I moved up to her waist and unbuckled her belt and unfastened her fatigues. They slid down over her slender body, ending up in a pile on the floor with the rest of her clothes. She was left wearing nothing but a pair of olive drab boxer shorts. The girls furiously rubbed fur all over her.

I moved right up to her, put my face inches from hers and said, "Are you changing your mind?"

I slapped her on the cheek. "Do you want fur?"

She nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want fur!"

"Do you want us to rub fur all over your body?"

"Yes!! I want you to rub fur all over me!!"

I snapped my fingers and the girls stopped. They stood up, pulled Heather to her feet and stood her up before me.

"You agree to forget about all that anti-fur nonsense?"

She nodded.

"You live by my rules. No more protesting. No more fighting and no more treating Darcie and Karen like slaves. Got that?"

She had a quizzical look on her face. "Darcie? Karen?"

They pulled off their hoods, revealing their faces, smiling from ear to ear.

Heather was flabbergasted! When the shock wore off she reached over and gave each one a hug and a great big kiss. She almost disappeared into the fur as their arms wrapped around her nearly naked body.

"So, this is where you've been running off to every night?"

I let them have their reunion. They chatted about everything that happened. Heather fawned over Darcie and Karen's chinchilla coats. They delighted in modeling them for her, letting their bare bodies seductively peek out from the folds of the fur. I could see the jealousy in Heather's eyes.

"Heather?" I interrupted. "Are you ready to join our fur family?"

Her answer was an immediate "Yes!"

With a dramatic flourish, I motioned toward the upstairs bedroom.

"Take the prisoner to the Fur Den!" I ordered.

The girls took Heather by the arms and led her up the stairs. I quickly shed my clothes and followed them.

Karen and Darcie quickly forced Heather to assume the position with her hands against the bedroom wall with her feet spread apart. Darcie tied the blindfold over her eyes. I held both hands up like a surgeon preparing for an operation. Karen slipped the fox fur mittens on my hands like a nurse.

I stood there for a minute admiring the beautiful woman before me. She was somewhat smaller and more petite than Karen and Darcie but her build was more athletic. The definition in the muscles of her legs and her tight ass were visible, even through the baggy boxer shorts she wore. Her short haircut made her look a little bit boyish from behind but one look at her firm breasts told me she was all woman.

She stood there, jacked up against the wall, in silence, anticipating what was going to happen to her. I waited for just another minute while the plan of attack formed in my head. I savored the thought of making Heather my third fur slave in as many weeks. This time, it was better. We were three against one!

I leaned in close to her and whispered over her shoulder.

"Are you ready to become my fur slave?"

I felt her jump when my hot breath hit her ear.

"Y-Yes, sir." she stammered back.

I waited just a few more seconds before applying my fur mitten to her right shoulder. I could feel her muscles tighten up when it touched. I glided the fur down her back and slid it in smooth circles just above her backside. The fur felt slick as it moved over her soft skin. I could feel the tension in her body begin to release as I explored her body with the fur.

My other hand brushed her stomach then I slid both hands around to her chest and cupped her breasts in my furry hands. Her nipples immediately stood erect. I could tell she was stifling a yelp.

"Scream if you want to."

She remained silent. That only made me more determined to break her will. I picked up the pace and nodded to Darcie and Karen. They took up positions on each side of Heather and prepared for attack. I motioned down toward the floor. They kneeled down and wrapped their fur around her feet. They massaged her toes and her ankles while I worked her top half with my hands. They inched upward, little by little as I teased my way, slowly downward. I could see a shiver moving through her whole body. She bit her bottom lip and winced as the fur overcame her. The pressure was building.

My hands made their way to her belly, swirling around and around in slow circles. Darcie and Heather had their fur up to Heather's thighs, just below the edge of her boxers. I gave the high sign to the girls and, "Swish!", down they came. Moments later, her backside was awash in soft chinchilla while her front was being teased with my fox.

I started to tease Heather's pussy with my fur gloves but something felt amiss. There is usually some resistance when fur moves over a woman's pubic hair but, this time, it slid like I was on bare skin. Her whole body was quivering and I could hear a soft whimper from her throat.

"Do you shave your pussy, Heather?"

She nodded her head frantically, trying to gulp down a scream of ecstasy with her last ounce of strength. She wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. She knew it. We all did.

"You know that leaves you completely defenseless against the fur. Don't you?"

She nodded again.

"You know it's going to make you cum. Don't you?"

Another nod. She was at the breaking point, now. Darcie and Karen teased her thighs with fur, remaining just an inch away from paradise. I put one arm around her chest and shoulders, stood her up straight and hugged her tight against me.

"Do you promise to love fur?"

I inched closer to her pussy with the fur.

"Yes." she nodded.

"Will you protest or fight people who wear fur, ever again?"

I was only a fraction of an inch away, now.

She shook her head, "No."

Then I slowly slid my fur down between Heather's legs and rubbed her hairless pussy. She squirmed and wiggled her hips in my grasp but I kept at it. She let out a forceful blast of air then gasped to retrieve her next breath. I masturbated her with fur until she came. It only took a few seconds. She let out a loud, long moan as she did. She started to fall to the floor but I hugged her against me and held her up. She began to grind her muscular ass into my crotch. She flexed her butt cheeks and wiggled her hips back and forth. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I found myself enjoying a most pleasurable penis grind! I was almost ready to blow my load on her ass but I tried to hold out just a little bit longer. I couldn't let her win this game. It was another minute before Heather's orgasm subsided and we each calmed down and retained our composure. I propped her hands against the wall again while the girls prepared the fur bed for its next occupant.

My red fox comforter always stays on top of my king sized bed. Two soft, sheared beaver pillows adorn the top of the bed. I never sleep without them. Darcie and Karen piled up the furs, one after another on top of the comforter. There were arctic fox and silver fox and even a few coyotes in the mix. I went into the closet and pulled out my prized Russian sable and handed it to them. They knew this was another "All-Fur Alert". They arranged the furs strategically on the bed then they pulled out the chinchilla comforter and laid it on top, fur side down.

The fur trap in my mind's eye just became a reality. It was about to take its third victim!

The girls held the edge of the chinchilla comforter up to form the entrance. I stood Heather up and turned her toward the bed. I left the blindfold on this time. I pushed her toward the bed.

Heather reached out with her hands to get her bearings and touched the fur bed. She froze momentarily then groped her hands through the pile. The sheer number of pelts in front of her surely threw her for a loop. I could see the spell cast as the furs took their magical effect on her.

Darcie reached down with her free hand and guided Heather into the mouth of the fur trap. Karen urged her forward with a gentle whisk of fur against her backside. My dick stood straight up as she entered. I thought I was going to lose it right then and there!

The two chinchilla clad women pulled the top comforter over Heather's back, swallowing her up like a black hole. It slid down over her sweet, round ass, causing her to let out her first spontaneous moan. She was having a furgasm already! By the time her feet disappeared inside the fur pile it was already undulating with the rhythms of fur-generated pleasure. Heather was inside for less than a minute but she was already in the throes of a full-blown furgasm. I could see the outline of her body thrashing inside the fur prison. Her moans were getting louder and louder.

"Heather! I can let you out if you don't like it!" I taunted. She didn't respond. I doubt if she even heard me.

"Let her stew in there for a while." I commanded the girls.

They stood up and moved toward me. They flanked me from either side and opened their fur coats around me. Before I knew it I was snared inside! Two beautiful, naked bodies sandwiched me tight. I felt fur slide up the crack of my ass. More fur moved around my naked belly at the same time. A pair of warm lips met mine as another pair nibbled up and down my neck, sending chills through my entire body.

"Do you want to be our fur slave?" Karen's voice whispered.

Fur creeped slowly toward my dick. I was frozen and couldn't make a move.

"Do you want to be our slave?!" she asked again.

"Please..." I whispered.

A million invisible, little fingers enveloped my dick as Karen's chinchilla covered hand took control of me and led me to the wall where she and her girlfriends had all been introduced to fur for the first time. The red lipstick circles were still there. My hands were placed against the wall and my feet were centered in the circles on the floor. A blindfold went around my face, plunging me into a world of dark, furry sensory deprivation. I felt a sharp "Smack!" across my ass.

"Move and you're going to get it!" the voice came from behind.

In a moment, two fur mittens roamed my body, slowly tantalizing every part of me. I never realized how hard it is to maintain position while fur overcomes the senses! The more pleasure I felt, the more I wanted to let my body relax into the fur.

"Smack!" came the hand across my backside. "Your HAND!" she yelled. My wrist was guided back into its circle and the furring continued. This time it crept upward, closer and closer to my groin. My cock tingled in anticipation of the feeling of fur stroking me to the edge of nirvana, all the while knowing I would not be allowed to cum. Darcie and Karen knew me too well to let that happen. They had been studying me for two weeks, learning how to manipulate my body for maximum pleasure. They were relentless.

Fur circled my body, sliding up and down my chest, closer and closer to my groin with each pass. I felt soft chinchilla creeping up and down the crack of my ass and in between my legs from behind. I felt fox fur dancing up and down my legs, up and down my thighs then, ever so slightly, grazing the underside of my penis.

"Ooh!!" I cried out in pleasure. I couldn't prevent it. It was an involuntary response.

A moment later, I was swallowed up in fur. Another instinctive response echoed from my lips as Karen stroked fur up and down my shaft. If not for her skill at holding me back I would have lost my load right then and there. It was at that moment I learned to trust her with my body. I knew that, if I gave her complete control, she would repay the favor tenfold in furry pleasure.

The fur hand gripped my manhood and pulled me until I was standing somewhere in the middle of the room, facing the other direction. She very carefully massaged my cock and balls with fur, just enough to make me follow her. I was led, in circles, around the room like a dog on a leash, trying to keep my dick buried in fur. The two girls steered me all around the room, touching me with fur in various places on my body, beckoning me to turn left or right. I followed, obediently.

The next thing I knew, I heard a woman's soft moans of pleasure just a few feet in front of me. It was Heather. She was recovering from her first furgasm. I heard the soft rustle of fur ahead of me. The fur trap I had set for Heather was now being prepared for me!

There was a hand at the back of my neck, bending me over and pushing me down into the mouth of the fur trap. Two fur hands on my ass coaxed me inside. I climbed in, willingly, to meet my fate. The fur bedspread slid down over my back, swallowing me up, surrounding me in its furry folds. A moment later I felt two muscular arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me into a love embrace with Heather. I snuggled in and found myself face-to-face with the very woman who, little more than an hour ago, attacked me in the middle of a busy downtown street. Her strong legs locked themselves around my waist. I felt the weight of two fur clad bodies bearing down on me from behind. There was no way I could have fought my way out of that mess. What man in his right mind would ever want to? Fur began to rub me from every direction, slowly massaging me and tantalizing me until I, once again, relinquished control of my body. Little did I know, they would use my own fur against me to turn me into their own personal fuck puppet. 

I felt Darcie's sharp claws take charge of my cock and balls. I relaxed myself into her grip as she alternately furred my dick and clawed me in the nuts. I was being taken on that familiar pleasure-pain roller coaster ride from Hell. It felt so good! The more I relaxed and gave Darcie control of my gonads, the better and better it felt!

Next, Karen untied the necktie blindfold from around my face and slipped it around my neck. I didn't even notice what she was doing until I felt the slip knot tighten around my windpipe. I panicked and struggled to take in one last breath of air before my air supply was shut off. Karen quieted me with her soft voice and a furry touch on my neck and shoulders. I began to relax again as Karen controlled my breathing and Darcie controlled my manhood. I hovered on the edge of consciousness for the next several minutes while the two of them systematically broke my will.

Karen's voice whispered in my ear, "Heather is still a virgin! She's never had a man before!"

A warm, wet feeling came over my dick as Darcie guided me into Heather's hot snatch. She teased me at the gates of heaven. Heather's quivering lips surrounded the head of my dick. I would have cum right then and there if not for Darcie's expert control. My hips started pumping, reflexively, trying to plunge my dick inside. A stabbing pain in my crotch and a sharp tug at the ligature around me neck brought me back under my Masters' control.

"No! Don't move!" said Darcie.

"Don't try to cum!" added Karen. "Just relax and give yourself to us!"

I relaxed my body one final time and let myself go. I knew my reward was going to be the most mind-shattering orgasm I ever experienced!

I aware of a woman's screaming. It was coming from Heather, below me. I could feel her muscular stomach moving and rippling underneath me. Her arms were around my shoulders. pulling me against her while her strong legs drew me deeper into her hungry snatch. 

Her pussy slowly swallowed me up, inch by inch, until there was nothing left. Heather screamed and kicked and bucked her hips, turning herself into a dick eating machine. I became a human jackhammer, pounding her pussy all the strength my body could summon. 

There was fur all around us. Our movements made it swirl and boil. Karen and Darcie pitched in, making sure our most sensitive spots were properly plied with fur. They held us there, in a state of suspended orgasm, while they fingered each other to the brink of pleasure.

Karen came first. She moaned in pleasure and relaxed her grip as the pleasure overtook her. The rush of oxygen brought me back to life. Darcie's screams followed, causing her to release her talons from my crotch. I held on to my orgasm for as long as I could.

Eight flailing arms and eight thrashing legs suddenly locked together, forming our four bodies into one tight ball of quivering, orgasmic flesh and fur. We screamed in unison as I exploded inside Heather. I collapsed into unconsciousness as her muscular snatch sucked the last drop of seed out of me. I vaguely remember Karen and Darcie taking their turns riding on top of me, using my body for their own personal pleasure but, to be honest, I don't remember much else about what happened that night. 

I'm not even sure how long they kept me in the fur trap. All I know is that it took me almost two full days to recover. Karen and Darcie and Heather took good care of me. They fed me and nursed me back to health. They may have a tough, feminist exterior but, deep down, I know they really love to take care of me. 

It was some time late Monday morning when I made another appointment to see Ron Hedges at the fur shop. His expression was priceless when the four of us strolled into the store. I can only imagine what they did to him when they took him out back to the store room again. It must have been something spectacular because I got a considerable discount on a gigantic chinchilla coat for Heather. She looks just as beautiful wearing it as Darcie and Karen.

We only wear our best furs outside on special occasions but we are virtually never without some form of fur when we leave the house. When we are inside, we usually wear nothing but fur. Heather wants me to have Mr. Hedges make us each a set of fur undies so we'll never be without fur next to our skin.

It seems strange the way fur can totally change a person. Those three former anti-fur protesters are now just the opposite of their former selves. Wild horses couldn't drag them away from it. Heather turned out to be the biggest fur fanatic I've ever seen! There are times when I have to hold her back, reminding her of the trouble she got herself into that fateful night when she came into my fur den.

Now I lay naked on top of this fur pile with my arms and legs tied to the bed. I can already picture those three grey ghosts descending on my body. I wait with baited breath as I anticipate them plying me with warm, soft fur, pleasuring every part of me until I am completely under their spell. Then they are going to pass me around, like a toy, until each of them has had their turn using me for her own sexual pleasure.

When I first saw those three beautiful women walking down the street, almost a month ago, I never imagined we could have such a wonderful relationship. Who could have guessed the fur would bring about such a conversion in each of us! I can already tell we're going to be one big, furry family for a long time to come.

I never dreamed this would ever happen to me.



A Conversion



"Holy SHIT!!" she exclaimed.

I gave her a sly grin and turned toward the closet. There were still a dozen more hanging there. She screamed out loud when she realized how many there were!

I began taking them out, one by one and piling them on the bed. The smile on her face grew wider and wider as the pile grew higher and higher. My best furs came out of the closet that night. I even got out my best Russian sable that I save for special occasions. When there's a girl this hot standing naked in my bedroom, ready to fuck, I declare an "All-Fur Alert"!

The girl was literally bouncing up and down with anticipation! The closet was empty. The pile of furs, covering my entire king sized bed must have been three feet thick!

"Is that all of them?" she asked.

"There's one more!"

I walked over to my cedar chest on the other side of the room. I opened it up and unpacked the Piece de Resistance... A king size chinchilla comforter! Her eyes bugged out of her head when I let her feel it with her hands. She looked like she was going to explode when I spread it out, on top of the bed, fur side down.

I motioned toward the bed.

"Be my guest!"

She hopped right over and climbed on top of the bed.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" I hollered. No! You're doing it all wrong!

I motioned her off the bed and picked up the corner of the comforter, revealing a furry cavern, just big enough for two.

"Let me make you a fur sandwich!" I said with a smile.

"Only if you eat me!"

"With relish!"

Slowly, she crawled into the mouth of the fur beast. It swallowed her up, inch by inch, until she was completely inside its fur belly. She screamed with delight as the chinchilla fur slid down over that sweet ass of hers. When the covers finally closed behind her, all I could see is a writhing mass of fur on my bed. 

My dick stood at attention as I watched this beautiful creature enter my fur sanctuary. This much fur? This beautiful, young woman? My bed? How can this be happening to me? I wanted to jump in there so badly my dick ached! I wanted to plant my pecker, deep inside that warm, wet, wonderful young pussy and let it surround it with pleasure and squeeze it and suck it until there was no life left in me! I knew that was exactly what was about to happen to me. But I waited for just a few more minutes. I wanted to let her stew in there until the fur took its full orgasmic effect on her. I could already see the fur pile moving faster and faster as she writhed inside it. I could already hear her moans getting louder and louder. She was cumming again! Already!

"Are you masturbating in there?" I asked.

"No! I'm not! Something's happening to me!..... Ooh!!" came the muffled voice from inside the fur pile.

Her voice faded off into a series of moans and groans that could only mean one thing: She was having a spontaneous "Furgasm"!

The pile started moving again. The moaning continued. I stood there in amazement as she came, yet again.

The next thing I knew, a fur covered hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed my by the balls. It gently massaged my dick and beckoned me to climb inside. It felt as if my penis was being drawn to its destiny as a magnet is drawn to steel! I was entranced. She had me completely in her control. I let out an involuntary cry of pleasure as my body was sucked inside the living fur torture chamber that I had, somehow, created for myself!

It was dark inside. I was on my hands and knees, trying to adjust to my surroundings. I couldn't see where she was. There was fur aIl around, on every side. I could feel her moving around me but I couldn't pin down her exact location. She made fur rub me in all the right places. She rubbed my stomach. She rubbed my arms and legs. She rubbed my chest and my arms. She rubbed my inner thighs then, slowly, she inched the fur between my legs. She was stalking me!

The next thing I knew, I felt it... Something warm. Something wet. It nibbled at the tip of my throbbing member! Her tongue teased the end of my dick. I let out a moan of release as it was sucked deep inside her mouth. The sensation practically crossed my eyes! Her lips sealed tightly around me and began sliding up and down my shaft. It was all over for me! She made me cum in a matter of seconds! It wasn't until the orgasm subsided that I realized that I had been screaming at the top of my lungs the whole time! When she heard my cries of pleasure turn into cries of pain, she stopped and let my limp dick flop out of her mouth. I feel to the bed and rolled on my back. She giggled and made cute little growling noises like a tiger on the prowl. I laid there in dumbfounded silence as I recovered from my first orgasm of the night.

I laid there, quietly, trying to get my bearings on her. I waited until I pinpointed her exact position. When the moment was right, I pounced. I grabbed her around the waist, spread her legs and began furring her thighs. Gently, slowly I warmed her up for the "kill". I knew the effect fur had on her. I wanted her to be completely under its spell.

When I smelled her scent, emanating from her pussy, I knew the time was right. My tongue found its mark and skillfully wiggled its way between her lips. The moaning started almost immediately. I picked up my pace. Her hips were gyrating as I licked her faster and faster. I used a finger to find her "G-Spot". My tongue flicked her clit. Before I knew it, my head was clamped firmly between her thighs. She bucked her hips so hard I thought she was going to break my neck! There was fur and woman-flesh surrounding me on every side. Her scent intoxicated me. I was completely out of my senses. It was like something turned me into an automatic pussy licking machine!

She started having multiple orgasms, one right after the other. There was almost no break in between. She just kept cumming and cumming! I felt her vaginal muscles twitching and pulsating around my tongue and fingers. I imagined what it would feel like when I finally got my dick inside this woman's magic muff! It must have been a half hour later when she finally begged me to stop. I held on for one last orgasm. It must have lasted for a whole minute. When I finally stopped she laid there for a long time, panting, trying to catch her breath.

"Fuck!" she said with a strained breath. "Nothing like that has ever happened to me, before!"

I laughed and growled like a tiger.

"Fur-r-r-gasm!" I purred.

She laid there and fell gently asleep. I nuzzled and nibbled at her pussy and deeply inhaled her scent. My face was covered, ear to ear, with her juices. We both laid there and took a little nap, in preparation for the next round. This was when my penis would meet its long-awaited reward!

She woke before me. When I came to, my body was already being plied with fur. I found the Russian Sable and furred her back with it.

"Oh! It's soft and buttery!" she whispered.

"Keep this one close by." I ordered. Then I gathered up some of the chinchilla from over our heads. I furred her tits with it. Then I moved down to her thighs with the sable. She took over, on top, with the chinchilla.

"Sable and chinchilla is my favorite combination!" I informed her. Judging my what the other furs do to you... This is going to be something special!"

My dick was rock hard again. It wanted to take a go at that pussy. It would soon have its wish!

I made sure the sable was in position over her belly and thighs. I positioned myself on top of her and made a little fur nest for myself between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling some fur around her shoulders as I did. It must have been one of the foxes. I wasn't paying too much attention, really.

Her arms wrapped around me, surrounding me with fur. I started wiggling my manhood into position. The fur felt slick against it. I began to play my favorite fur game: "Find the Pussy in the Fur"! It took a while to finally weave my way through the fur jungle but I finally found home. She had begun to have another orgasm, already! Every thrust of my pelvis caused the fur to rub her and little by little, it pushed her over the edge. She was screaming and I hadn't even put it in, yet!

When the tip of my rod touched the warm, wetness of her labia a shock of pleasure went up my spine. Twitching and contracting and wiggling and swirling, my dick was sucked into her vortex of sexual energy. How was I ever going to hold out under this kind of torture?!

When I was finally inside, all the way up to the base, we kissed. Our lips and tongues locked together as our muffled cries of pleasure echoed between us. I didn't even have to consciously stroke her. My muscles seemed to be contracting by themselves! It was as if I was possessed! She must have been possessed by the same spirit, too, because it was like we were turned into a fucking machine! Sensations of pleasure, the likes of which, I never felt started to shoot down my shaft. Each stroke brought me to a new height which I never though possible. Her pussy was squeezing me and milking my dick in a way I never felt before. I stroked faster and faster. My every movement made the sable slide against her body, sending her into a higher plane of sexual energy.

We were feeding off each other!

When I came it was like an explosion. I screamed louder than any man has ever screamed before. She had been screaming for several minutes, already. The sounds weren't as loud as they could be because our lips were almost glued together with passion! We could grunt and groan together, but that was about it! My twitching member sent loads of hot cream, deep inside her. It seemed like an eternity.

When I had shot my load, I tried to slow down and eventually stop but she wanted to keep going. Who am I to deny such a creature her pleasure? I kept at it. I am glad I did!

All of a sudden, I felt this surge of power beneath me. With a gorilla-like growl, she rolled me over onto my back and rode up, high, on top of me! It was frightening and arousing at the same time. She pinned my wrists down to the bed with her hands and bore all her weight down onto me. She slid herself up and down on my dick. Somehow, I started to get hard again. Her furgasm must have been rubbing off on me!

I laid there, in virtual shock, as she brought me to my third orgasm of the night! I felt sounds coming out of my mouth that I didn't even think a human could make. My whole spirit was being sucked out through my dick! She took me to the edge and held me there for the longest time. Fur was pulsating all around me. It was dark inside my love nest but I imagined the possessed look on her face. I could only lie there and take what she would dish out to me. I was not about to try to stop her!

It took several minutes of begging for her to let me cum. When she did, I felt my head spin and my consciousness grow dim. Fireworks shot through my vision. I was slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I remember is the words, "Fuck me!", ringing in my ears. I went out like a light. I didn't wake up for several hours. She was lying beside me in a comatose state as well. I hugged her close and went back to sleep. Neither of us woke up again until early the next morning.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Eight O'Clock."

"So early?"

"It's eight in the morning!

"Shit! I have class! I can't miss it!"

She dressed herself and headed downstairs in a flash. I hardly had time to put on a bath robe. She was almost out the door before I caught up to her.

"You are welcome in my fur den any time!" I said.

"Oh! I will be back!" she answered quickly.

She was almost in a panic. "How will I get home?"

I spotted her a fifty dollar bill and told her to hail a cab.

"Tell the driver to keep the change. He'll run a few red lights for you if you need to."

She smiled and kissed me before turning to leave.

"One more thing!"

I went over to my desk drawer and pulled out a business card.

"This is where I buy my furs" I informed. "Ask for Mr. Hedges. Tell him 'Fur Man' sent you. He'll fix you up with something special."

"But, I don't have that kind of money!"

"Don't worry. I'll fix you up."

I imagined what she would look like, wearing a nice lynx. She thanked me and headed for the door.

I went back to bed and crashed for the rest of the day... All fucked out!

It is the next day, now. This is the first time that I am able to even leave the house. I am sitting at a secluded table at the Cornerstone. A stunning girl walks in. She looks around as if she is searching for somebody. Turns out, it is ME!

She is just as hot as the blonde I fucked the other day! It took me a second to recognize her. She is the brunette from the fur fight! She sits down at the table across from me.

"Do you want a drink?" I ask.

She nods. I motion for the waitress.

"Are you the 'Fur Man'?" she asks.

"That depends on who's asking..."

"My girlfriend told me I should come find you."

"What did she tell you about me?"

"Not a whole lot. It was all rather cryptic."

"Did she say anything?"

"She told me to ask you for a favor..."

"That is?"

"She said I should ask you to make me a sandwich."

Tonight, there is going to be another "All-Fur Alert"!