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The Tram

By: Jim McKay



Whoa!!! I saw her perfect ass in line before me. Waiting to buy her ticket to ride the tram that runs to the top of Victoria Peak from Hong Kong City. Ummmmm Ummmm. Mouth watering ass if I've ever seen one.

She looked back and I caught her eye. Smiling, she waved and moved off to the tram loading dock. I purchased my ticket and eased alongside her. I opened the conversation by introducing myself. I had just arrived in Hong Kong a few hours earlier and wanted to visit some old haunts of mine – places I had gone to while in the Navy. One of them being Victoria Peak with the British Navy Seamen’s Club overlooking the city. I had heard that it was open to the general public and I wanted to have dinner there.

Katrina is a Russian fashion model from a small town in Siberia and had been raised in Moscow. She was on holiday and, after visiting the island of Rhodes in the Mediterranean, had flown into Hong Kong a couple of days ago.

I invited her to join me at dinner and she accepted. We entered the tram, as we bought our tickets – she ahead of me. We entered the last car, letting the other people go ahead of us. I stood at the very rear of the car (by design, I must say) and she just above and in front of me. The tram travels up the mountain in a near 45-degree angle so that she would be above me all the way up.

As the tram started to move, slowly at first, picking up speed – I placed a hand on her fine ass cheek – squeezing it, pinching it and rubbing my hand all around it. She glanced back but didn’t say anything – she pushed her butt into my hand a little harder. I could see her white lacy thong riding in the crack of her ass. It was getting moist.

Leaning forward, I moved her thong to the side and licked at her essence. Moist juices running out of her hot slit. Her labia were red and swollen already. The more I licked – the more she juiced up. God!!! She was hot!!!

She moaned – not loud enough for anyone else to hear – but she moaned just the same. Telling me that she liked what I was doing. I continued by inserting a finger into her, probing for her special little spot – that spot that makes one cum with fierceness that belies her demeanor. Massaging that spot, I removed my finger and licked at her pussy – flicking my rigid tongue against her hard clit – inflaming her desire – making her want more.

Fingering her pussy, licking her clit – I was in heaven. Her juices were pure ambrosia. So juicy and so sweet – lovely pretty pussy.

Her internal muscles began to clamp down on my finger – warning me of her impending orgasm. I placed another alongside of my index finger and pressed in – embedding both fingers up to the second knuckle. She was twisting and squirming on my fingers – trying to force more of my fingers inside of her. I continued licking her. Katrina was lovely – simply lovely and I believe I’m falling in love with her.

We departed the tram and went into the Seaman’s Club. The hostess escorted us to a quiet booth in the back of the restaurant area. I ordered drinks while Katrina repaired to the ladies “Loo”, as the Brits call the ladies room, to clean up. I could see my cum glistening on the backs of her legs as she walked away.

Among the small talk, as we sipped our drinks, I learned that she would only be in town for another night. Her flight was to leave at noon tomorrow. We agreed on steaks with a salad on the side and I ordered.

Finished with our meal – we returned to Hong Kong City by way of taxi and things heated up as the driver navigated the curving winding road down the mountain – finally reaching my hotel.

We entered the elevator and immediately fell into each other’s arms. I couldn’t help but feel her small hard breasts pressed into my chest.

We ordered a bottle of white wine and a plate of cheese from room service.

Placing the tray on the side of the hot tub, we slowly and sensuously undressed each other and slipped into the hot tub. Settling down near one of the jets, I pulled her onto my lap – facing the same direction I was. As she wriggled her tight butt against my cock, it began to harden.

She raised up and, positioning my huge mushroom cap at her opening, slowly and sensuously lowering herself until I was fully embedded in her velvet sheath. As we sipped our wine, she began slowly rocking back and forth as her floor muscles squeezed my cock. I could feel my cum building up as my ball sack began to swell and tighten.

Just as she reached down to squeeze my balls, I began to cum. Every squeeze of her pussy muscles caused a fresh spurt of cum until my ball sac was drained.

With the hot water in the tub and the exertion of cumming, my whole body was limp.  Katrina was just getting started. Raising off me, she turned to face me and sat on the opposite wall of the hot tub. Her labia was red and swollen – our juices running out of her as she dipped a finger into her pussy and scooped out more – letting the juices run into her hand until she lifted it to her mouth and sensuously licked her palm – taking all of it into her mouth – and swallowing greedily.

Grinning at me, she began to massage her clit – slowly at first – then faster until her finger was a blur working on that hard little nubbin. Katrina’s head was thrown back – lips baring her teeth in a grimace until she began to shake – cumming with a fierce intensity – moaning and groaning. Finally, exhausted, she sank back into the hot tub.

Finishing our wine, we got out of the hot tub and dried each other off – taking little love bites as we went until we finished. Climbing into the bed – we cuddled in post coital bliss until we dropped off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning – she was gone. Dressed and gone – early in the morning to where? I didn’t even know her last name – how would I ever contact her? Maybe a trip to Russia is in order.

The Tranformation of Paul



Number 26 South Downs Road turned out to be a large Victorian house in a tree-lined row of similar properties near the seafront. Surrounded by mature trees and bushes that screened prying eyes from both sides and the back, the front of the house was mostly hidden behind a brick wall. Only a pair of wrought iron gates afforded a limited view of the gardens and the ground floor.

I glanced at my watch. 5 minutes to go. It was still warm and the late Friday evening sun cast a golden glow on the stonework that surrounded an immaculately painted dark blue front door. As I stood gazing at the house, I was filled with an equal mixture of excitement and apprehension. My head was telling me to back out before it was too late but in my trousers, my cock had that heavy pull of desire, the same desire that had got me here in the first place. Images from the last few months replayed themselves in my mind........

It had been my last summer term at the school. Exams had come and gone early in the semester and it had only remained to see out the last few long, boring weeks before the summer holidays and then, results permitting, an onward trip to university. The summer was hot and being free of the exams, the seniors were given almost total freedom to come and go from their boarding houses. Most days I had spent wandering the promenade, eying up the girls in their bikinis. Inevitably at 18, I was permanently horny and my "cruising" nearly always had to be interrupted by so that I could relieve myself by masturbating in one of the many public toilets on the seafront.

Although often dark and smelly, the cubicles always carried a good supply of graffiti. Crude pornographic drawings of men fucking women and men fucking and sucking other men adorned nearly every square inch of wall and door space, interspersed with gay sex stories and messages like " Cock Fun here every Wednesday" or "Gay man, 30's, wants fucking". It was a wanker's paradise and I had long since lost count of the number of times I had cum whilst reading it all. Although I liked girls, I was, even then, hugely turned on by the gay stories and drawings. Some of the messages read things like "Mandy TV wants a big cock to play with" and these were nearly always accompanied by a drawing of a man dressed in female underwear, stockings and high heels, bent over and being fucked by a huge cock. For some reason, these turned me on the best and I had frequently fantasised about how it would feel to be dressed up like that and then be sucked and fucked.

Being young, slightly built and reasonably good looking, I had often been approached by gay guys looking for some "fun". In the early days, I had allowed them to wank me off in the stalls but in truth, I had been scared to do anything more. Looking back, I must have been very confused about my sexuality and obviously had no concept of being gay or bisexual. All I knew was that the more I visited these toilets, the more I 

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looked forward to going again and the more I thought about gay sex. Inevitably, these wanking sessions gave way to my first blowjob. 

This particular day, I had done my tour of the seafront and was heading for my favourite cottage. Standing just outside the entrance was a tall, well-groomed man in his fifties with grey hair and blue eyes. As I passed he smiled at me and there was something about him that made me stop and look back over my shoulder at him. Unlike many of the men I had had contact with, his smile seemed genuine rather than lecherous, almost avuncular in its warmth. His clothes suggested money and he stood with an air of confidence. He watched me staring at him and winked at me.

Moments later he followed me to the stalls and as I slowly wanked my already rigid cock he stood next to me, pretending to take a piss. He looked at my face for a second and then down at my crotch.

"Nice" he said.

I nodded my thanks and turned so he could see more of me.

"My name's Gerald" he said and reached a cool, slim hand down to my cock.

I said nothing. His hand moved with a slow sensuality, teasing the hard flesh in a gentle rhythm. Occasionally he let his thumb wander over the end, smearing my precum over the helmet.

He stopped wanking me and said, "follow me".

He led me to one of the cubicles and once inside, he sat on the cracked seat and motioned me forward. Before I realised what was happening, my cock was enveloped in his warm, moist mouth. It felt incredible as he slowly tongued the end, licking gently at the single eye and then enveloping my shaft completely between his lips. As he sucked, his hands found by zip and with deft movements, he undid my trousers before pulling them and my underpants down to my knees. 

As he continued to suck me, both his hands reached behind me to my buttocks where he stroked and gently kneaded the flesh. After a few moments, one hand started to investigate the cleft between my cheeks and with unerring accuracy, I felt his fingers find my rear hole. His touch was light but insistent and I felt myself respond by opening my legs further to assist him. Without trying to penetrate me, just pressed against my asshole, feeling my sphincter contract and relax as my cock throbbed in his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand had stolen underneath my shirt and had located one of my nipples. He stroked and squeezed it in the same rhythm as he was sucking me. It was fantastic and I could feel myself rapidly approaching a massive climax.

"I'm gonna cum", I gasped.

I expected him to pull back like most men did but instead, the hand on my ass pulled me firmly forwards, burying my cock deep in his mouth. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard. It felt like jolt of electricity and a spike of pure pleasure lanced its way through me direct to the very tip of my cock.

It was enough to tip me right over the edge and with an animal grunt, I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum into his waiting mouth. Gerald continued to suck me, drawing fresh gushes of jism into his throat and then, as the spasms subsided, he let 

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his lips and his tongue wander softly over my weakening cock until at last, he had drained every drop from me.

Afterwards, on wobbly legs, I followed him outside and instead of scurrying away, as I did normally, I followed him to a bench overlooking the sea and sat down. 

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

I exhaled deeply, blowing my cheeks out with an exaggerated sigh. "You've got to be joking" I replied, grinning.

"What's your name?"

"Paul"

"Perhaps we can meet again, Paul" said Gerald and meet again we did, several times in fact over the next few weeks. It was usually the same; him waiting for me and then a long slow sucking until I blew my load between his eager lips. He never wanted me to touch him and when I had reached for his cock, he had gently restrained my hand. I hadn't cared really, for me it was just a series of gloriously free blowjobs.

It was on one of these occasions that he had noticed me looking at a particularly graphic picture on one of the cubicle walls. It showed a disembodied pair of legs, wide apart and dressed in stockings and suspenders. Whoever the legs belonged to had a huge erection that was gushing out great blobs of cum whilst an equally huge cock was imbedded balls deep in his ass. Later, when we were sitting in his car, Gerald asked me if I liked female underwear, "undies", he called them.

I had nodded. "Yes, for some reason they really turn me on" I'd replied.

"Have you ever worn any?" he asked.

"No, but I'd love to," I'd said.

"I love them too" Gerald said, "I'd love to really seduce you whilst you were dressed up" he added.

My cock rehardened immediately at the thought. "Sounds great".

"I don't mean just give you a blow job" Gerald had said, " I mean really seduce you. Make you want me to fuck you, teach you how to suck and fuck another man. Treat you like my little virgin bride. I know you'd like that, all those pretty undies. It would make you so horny. Trust me, I know. I promise, I wouldn't hurt you and I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to but I can also promise you this, you will have the most exciting, most pleasurable time you have had, ever.

" I'm not sure," I'd said.

Gerald leant across the seat towards me. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

I nodded and then he bent forwards and kissed me. To my surprise, his mouth was soft and instinctively I returned the kiss, letting his tongue into my mouth where it caressed my own tongue and licked sensuously over my lips. It was the first time that I had kissed another man and although I had snogged a number of girls, this time it was me that felt like the girl, overwhelmed by my gentle but firm masculine lover. I melted into that kiss, letting Gerald dictate the pace. His hands stroked my legs, my nipples and the straining erection beneath my trousers. With each caress of his smooth, probing tongue, my excitement mounted and I knew then that I wanted him to take me, to make me his, to seduce me into being his "little girl". I wanted to be the owner of the stocking-clad legs on the cubicle wall and I wanted Gerald to be the one to take my virginity, to push a fat cock into my ass, to make me cum and cum.

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Finally he broke the kiss.

"Spend a couple of weeks with me in your holidays" he said "or at least a weekend".



...........so, here I was, still nervous about what might happen to me but trusting the man who I knew was going to change my life completely.

I pushed open the gate and walked to the door.

Gerald opened the door before I had the chance to press the bell.

" I was watching you" he said, "come in".

I walked into a long airy hallway with thick carpet and patterned wallpaper. An antique hallstand and telephone table stood against one wall and I could see a broad staircase leading off to the right. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors led through to a sitting room.

Gerald closed the door behind me and took my hands in his.

"Thank you for coming" he said and stooped to kiss me. 

It was a warm, very brief, kiss on the lips but in that very instant, I was immediately transformed back from being a man to a naïve, submissive girl/boy. My cock hardened and pressed against him. Gerald reached down and squeezed it.

"What it is to be young" he sighed. "We'll have to deal with that soon won't we?"

I laughed. "Whenever you like".

"Later" he said, "come and have a drink".

We went through to a large sitting room with deep sofas and armchairs. The furniture gleamed under a fresh coat of polish and the smell of lavender hung in the air. Landscape watercolours hung in antique gilded frames and a pair of French doors stood wide open, flooding the room with the late evening sun. It was warm and comfortable and any fears I may have had were quickly banished. This felt like home.

Gerald handed me a frosted glass of cold beer.

"I poured it ready for you when I saw you at the gates" he said, as if reading my unspoken question. " I wasn't sure you were going to come in but now that you're here, I promise you everything I said and a bit more. Did you have any trouble getting away?"

"No, not at all" I said. "My parents are away for the next 6 weeks and I have the house to myself. It was simply a case of letting a neighbour know I was away, locking the house and getting on the train. I did have to give this address though, just in case anything should go wrong at home. If anyone asks, I'll say that one of my college friends lives here".

Gerald nodded. "Good" he said. "I've been really looking forward to seeing you again and boy, do I have some plans for you". 

He grinned at me and led me to one of the sofas.

"Help yourself to more beer" he said, "they're in the fridge".

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For the next couple of hours we talked about anything and everything and as the sun went down and the world outside went from gold to red and from red to a pale pink twilight, Gerald closed the French doors and pulled the long velvet curtains. Switching on a couple of table lamps, he went over to the television and video cabinet.

"I've got something for you to watch" he said. "You'll like it".

He turned the television on and thumbed a button on the VCR remote control. After a brief pause, the screen was filled with a picture of two naked men in the act of making love. One of them was standing upright, his head stretched back, the muscles and sinews in his neck taut, veins thick like ropes. Long blond hair, bedraggled with sweat hung down on his neck and his mouth was pulled back in an expression of agonising ecstasy. In front of him, a dark haired man was kneeling down, bobbing his head in a long, slow rhythm, his mouth filled with the longest fattest cock I had ever seen. Both men were young, with hard muscled bodies that glistened in a fine sheen of moisture. The dark haired guy also sported a massive cock, which he was wanking furiously. There was no music as in most porno movies and all that could be heard were animal-like grunts and groans and the sound of sucking as wet lips forced their way over the thick shaft.

Gerald had sat down beside me and was gently stroking my thigh.

"Can you imagine what it would be like to have that in your mouth? Can you imagine the load of cum that it's going to blow?" he asked. "I'll bet you'd like to have your cock sucked like that, wouldn't you?"

My attention was riveted to the screen. "Er, yes, sure" I mumbled.

Gerald deftly unzipped my flies and pulled my now aching erection out of my trousers. He lowered his head and I felt his mouth engulf me. As I watched the video, he matched the speed of the guy doing the sucking and it was easy to imagine myself in the place of the blonde guy. I'd been in a state of almost permanent excitement since I entered the house and in seconds I was ready to cum. Gerald must have sensed this because he slowed his movements and started to just flick his tongue over my bell end.

After a few minutes, the man on the video yelled that he was going to cum and as he pulled his rock hard cock out of his partner's mouth, Gerald suddenly sucked me deep and hard.

My first gush of cum erupted almost at the exact same time as a long rope of thick jism shot out of the huge cock on the screen and splashed onto the face of the guy at his feet. We were cumming together, grunting together, unloading jet after jet of our hot, thick male cream together, he onto his partners upturned face and me into Gerald's waiting throat.

As my erection subsided, Gerald got up from the sofa.

"Keep watching" he said, "it gets more interesting. I'll be back in a minute".

He left the room and I heard him start up the stairs.

Meanwhile, on the video, the darker haired guy had bent over the back of a chair and was pulling his ass cheeks wide apart. The film never actually showed the initial penetration but instead, cut to a close up of the blond guy's long, thick cock pushing deeply into his lovers rear hole. It seemed impossible to me that anyone could take something so big back there and I thought how much it must be hurting. When the camera pulled back however, I could see nothing but sheer pleasure on the face of the 

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guy getting fucked. In fact, if anything, he was pushing back, meeting the thrusts as if to get more and more cock inside him.

I didn't hear Gerald return but suddenly his voice was whispering close to my ear.

"Are you ready, my darling?" he said.

I got off the sofa and took the hand that he offered. Then, with one final look at the screen, I let the tall, elegant man, who was about to be my seducer, my lover, lead me up the hall to the staircase.

Gerald led me into a large square bathroom in the corner of which was a bath filled to the brim and almost overflowing with scented bubbles. He undressed me, pausing only to run his fingers through the dark mass of hair on my chest and then he led me to the bath. I got in and he began to wash me, gently soaping and rinsing and massaging the scented bath oil into my skin. My cock was iron hard and leaking copious amounts of precum and every few minutes, Gerald would lean down and lick it away.

"Now" he said, " lets get you really ready. If you're going to be my little girl virgin, we've got to make you like on, haven't we?"

He picked up a safety razor and began to shave my chest. Using long strokes, the hair fell away into the bath. Next came my legs, front and back, my buttocks, under my arms and finally, the razor descended between my legs. Taking infinite care not to nick the delicate skin, Gerald shaved my cock, my balls and instructing me to bend over, the whole of my rear cleft. He finished by removing all the rest of my pubic hair and the hair that I had left on my stomach. After he had rinsed me with the shower hose, he led me from the bath and started drying me.

"Feel yourself," he said.

I ran my hands over my chest, down over my stomach to my crotch. The feeling was incredible, soft smooth skin had replaced the coarse hair and the touch of my hands was exciting me beyond belief. I could feel the cool air playing across my nakedness, focussing my attention on my nipples, my cock and my ass. My cock seemed to swell and get even harder.

Gerald stroked my cheek. "You look fabulous" he said, "young, like a little virgin ready for her first experience. Now go through that door and finish getting ready for me while I take a shower."

I went through the door he indicated and into a large bedroom. In the middle of the room stood a king-size bed. Even as I walked, the air moving on my hairless skin raised goose bumps of sensual pleasure and my toes sank into the thick pile of the carpet. Beside the bed were two nightstands, each with a soft-glowing lamp on it. Wardrobes graced one wall and more velvet curtains covered a wide window.

I looked on the bed and saw, much to my delight and excitement, that Gerald had laid out a full set of matching "undies" in cream satin and lace. I picked up a pair of stockings that also lay there and with only slight hesitation, I began to dress myself. The feeling of pulling on the tight nylons was delicious. They slipped easily over my smooth skin and bathed each leg in a sheath of sensuality. Next, I put on a suspender belt and after a few clumsy attempts, successfully attached the clips to the tops of my stockings. They pulled taut as I stood up, further heightening my arousal. Picking up 

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the matching bra, I fastened it around by chest and put my arms through the shoulder straps. Gerald had obviously selected the smallest cup size and the cool satin rested on my now very sensitive nipples.

I walked over to the full-length mirror that stood at the end of the bed and looked at myself. What I saw nearly made me faint with desire. Looking back at me was a girl dressed in the most erotic underwear imaginable, except that where there should have been a vagina, the stockings and suspender belt framed a totally hairless pair of testicles and an achingly stiff cock that was leaking precum in a slimy trail down its entire length. Every movement I made seemed to stretch the elastic of the lingerie and I fancied that I was in the most sensual bondage. Every square centimetre of skin that was touched by the satin and the lace seemed to be alive with nerve endings, every one of which led straight to my cock. I badly wanted to touch it, to wank, just a little but I knew that if I did, I would cum immediately. The self-imposed torture heightened my pleasure even more and so instead of giving in, I quickly pulled on the final piece, a pair of panties, and with my leaking cock straining out over the lacy top and my heart thumping with excitement, I lay on the bed and waited.

Gerald came to me a few minutes later. He had showered and shaved and I could smell shampoo as he stood beside the bed looking at me. He was wearing a long paisley patterned silk robe and his hair was slicked back. He smiled at me.




The Tranformation of Paul



"You look beautiful" he said and settled himself beside me.

For some minutes he just gazed at my face and body and then he began to trail his fingers over me in the softest of touches. His feather touch caressed my whole body, stroking the satin one minute, my bare flesh the next, stockings a moment later. Only my cock escaped his attention and that strained upwards, pulsing and jerking as each new sensation coursed through me. My senses became more and more acute as each touch of his fingers sent little rivulets of sensation dancing through me.

After a while, Gerald began to concentrate on my nipples, caressing them through the satin. They hardened to his touch and he began to gently pull and pinch them. I was beginning to squirm, seeking harder stimulation. Sensing my need, Gerald slipped his hand under my back and with well-practised ease, slipped the catch on the bra strap. He took it off me completely and I was able to look down at my naked chest and the stiff nipples that protruded from it.

Gerald lowered his mouth over one of them and began to suck on it. At first he was very gentle but soon I was arching my back, trying to force more of my tit into his mouth. I was groaning quietly as one new sensation after another assaulted my senses and I could feel the suction from his mouth expanding the flesh inside. He raised his head momentarily to move to the other side and I could see that he had sucked my nipple into a fat bud that I couldn't recognise as mine. It looked as if he had somehow transplanted a real girly nipple onto my chest. Soon he was biting both of them, stretching them out with his teeth, cruelly torturing my little tits with his mouth and his fingers. Where I should have felt pain, I just felt a pleasure and a longing deep, deep inside of me that seemed to centre between my legs and spear into my ass.

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I was breathing heavily, my fists clutching the bedspread, my head rolling from side to side. Gerald's mouth travelled down over my stomach, stopping to flick his tongue into my navel before descending between my legs. I raised my hips off the bed in desperate anticipation of feeling his lips around my cock but instead, he pushed my stocking clad legs apart and moved so that he was between them.

I could feel his hot breath on my naked testicles and then he was licking them, coating them with his saliva, taking each one fully into his mouth and rolling it gently with his tongue. His hands continued to run up and down my stockings, occasionally straying back up to pinch and pull at my now oversensitive nipples.

He pushed my legs further back, revealing my puckered hole to his gaze. His tongue licked down from my ball sack and wetly trailed towards it. I gasped as I felt him lick round the crinkled folds of skin, pressing the flattened tongue into each little ridge. Slowly but surely, I could feel myself relaxing. I could feel my tight ring softening and opening for him and when he probed the centre, he was able to slip the tip of his tongue inside me. The more he licked me, the more I opened up for him until he was easily able to fuck his tongue into me.

I felt him move slightly and then his fingers replaced his tongue. They seemed to be coated with something slippery and I could feel them gliding over my smooth skin like silk. He probed my hole again, spreading more and more of the lubricant on me. I pushed back towards his fingers hoping to feel one of them inside me but Gerald seemed content to take his time. At last I felt him penetrate me, first with one finger, then another. I was beginning to slowly pump my hips, my whole awareness centred on my rear hole, desperate now to take everything he had to offer.

For the first time since he had started to seduce me, he spoke. "Are you ready for my big cock, my little virgin". His blue eyes gazed into mine, sparkling with lust.

I nodded.

"Beg me" he said.

"Please do it". I was almost whimpering. My whole body was trembling with anticipation. I just wanted him to plunge his cock into me, to take me.

"Do what?" he teased.

Without taking unlocking his gaze, he shrugged out of his robe. Somewhere in what was left of my lust-crazed mind, I realised that I had never seen him naked, never seen his cock even. That I had no idea if it was big or small, long or short, fat or thin. I briefly took in the grey hairs on his chest and his muscular upper arms but before I could think to look anymore, he hoisted my legs back toward my chest and shuffled forward on his knees.

"Please do what?" he teased again.

"Fuck me" I said. "Fuck my little virgin hole. Push your cock into me. Treat me like the little girl I am. Just take me and fuck me."

I felt the tip of his cock against my hole as he began to rock me very slowly and gently backwards and forwards. Each time I rocked forwards, his cock seemed to penetrate me a little bit more and almost before I realised it, his bellend had pushed past my sphincter. He stopped rocking and looked deep into my eyes as if for confirmation that he should go on.

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For a split second, all my fears returned and I felt myself tense around his cock. Gerald leant towards me, stretching himself out and supporting himself on his arms. 

"Shush, it's OK my little one. Just relax," he said.

And then it happened. In one long smooth thrust, he buried his cock in me.

Even to this day I can't describe how it felt. There was no pain, just a tremendous feeling of being full of his male meat. My ass ring clenched round the base of his cock and instinctively, I wrapped my stockinged legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me.

He began to fuck me. Long, slow, penetrating strokes that reached deep into my bowels. Each time he nearly pulled out but at the last moment he would plunge back in, his cock sliding easily. My ass was now wide open for him, easily accommodating his hardness. I wanted him to fuck me deeper, to ram his cock further and further into me. I wanted him to take me, to hurt me even, I wanted to be possessed. I was almost insane with lust and each time he thrust into me, I pushed up to meet him, spreading my legs wide, trying to stuff as much of his maleness into me as possible.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me, take me, give it to me harder". I was beyond waiting. I needed to be fucked to feel his cock violating my virgin hole, to be his little girly bride taking her man with very ounce of passion within her.

I started to encourage him "Come on, harder, faster.... that's it... oh yes... that's good... don't stop... fuck me more... treat me like your little slut...make me take your cock in my ass...spurt your cum into me...yes, go on.... fuck me...fuck me.....

My words were having the desired effect. Gerald fucked me harder and harder, slamming his cock into me, grunting with the effort. His hands found my nipples again and he started to squeeze them viciously, twisting the flesh in his fingers. I was oblivious to the pain. My legs were wide open, my ass sucking him in deep. I was thrashing about under him trying at to get more of his cock in me, tilting my pelvis up to meet his onslaught. I was almost bent double by his weight but still I managed to get my hands round the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine so that our lips mashed together and our tongues duelled. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to glaze over and then he was there. He pulled his head back and roared.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum.... Oh yes.. Oh yes... yessssss.... cumming now...cumming now... oh yes.... take it... take it"

I felt him sink his cock to the very depths of my ass and then I was being filled with his hot jism. I could feel his cock pumping inside me, could feel the spurts of cum as they splattered my insides. I was dimly aware that he was shouting and that I was shouting too. A torrent of fuck words filled the room as he continued to slam into me and then, without my cock even being touched, my own orgasm erupted.

The room seemed to go dark and my head was filled with blinding flashes of light as I started to cum. My cock was jerking and spraying thick ropes of cum over my belly and chest, soaking the satin of the suspender belt and running freely onto the bed. I thrust my hand down between us and continued to milk the cum from it in a continuous orgasm that seemed to go on and on

I'm not sure if I fainted but the next thing I knew was that Gerald was lying beside me. We were both out of breath, both covered in cum and both practically exhausted.

He turned towards me.

- 10 -

"Well?" he asked.

I stripped off the soggy stockings before replying. "Yes", I said.

Then we slept.



The Traning of Cinderella



Chapter 1: Cinderella's Awakening

Cinderella awoke to the most magnificent day ever. Her prince charming rescued her from the atrocious and ignominious drudgery that her stepmother and stepsisters imposed on her since the death of her father. After a magnificent ball and a wonderfully passionate night of lovemaking, Cinderella awoke to a magnificent spring morning ready to embrace her wonderful new life.

The Prince walked in. "My darling Cinderella" he exclaimed, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Are you ready?"

"Yes, m'lord" she replied.

"Good, " he replied back. Today is the first day of training to begin your new life as a proper slave to the royal family."

"I aim to serve, master."

"I am glad to hear that. This training will require you to devote your mind, body, and soul to the task."

"I am willing to give my all."

"I am glad to hear that. Because this will take everything you've got. You see, " the prince hesitated before speaking," you will be trained to be the best possible use to the kingdom. I will tell you right now that this will shock you, since you expected a pampered life of carefree frivolity. That is not for you."

Cinderella began to look alarmed.

"You see my dear, " the prince said, "You must first prove your worthiness. Everyone who serves the kingdom must prove their worth. But while the path may seem difficult and arduous, if you succeed untold riches await."

"What exactly do you mean, m'lord," Cinderella asked meekly and hesitantly.

"Simply put, everyone of any importance in the realm must prove themselves as a slave to the kingdom. They must serve the nobles of the land in their many excellent pursuits."

"I understand, m'lord. How shall I dress?"

"Simply. You will dress simply. Today is the day of your inspection. If you are found fit, you will be allowed to stay here and learn your role. If not, you shall be taken far, far away."

"What does the inspection consist of?"

"I am glad you asked. You are an amazing specimen. You have a tight ass and perky tits that shall be well used. And also a fair flowering of a sex that will provide much service and pleasure."

Cinderella gulped. She was not sure what he meant by this.

"Well, you shall serve anyone we see fit, in any manner we so choose. If you obey dutifully, you will be rewarded. If you disobey, you will be punished harshly. Do you understand?"

"I think so, m'lord."

"Good. The ladies in waiting will dress you and prepare you for the inspection."

The ladies in waiting entered the room. They were a little older than Cinderella. They looked her up and down. The first one said "Well, ain't she a sight for sore eyes."

"Aye, dearie" replied the second one, "She will surely fetch a lot of attention."

The third one, older and a bit heavier than the others said, "Well let's get on with it already. We shan't have but a few minutes before the inspection takes place."

"Aye Aye" said the first.

They quickly proceeded to bring out a collar, a belt with cuffs to restrain the wrists, and a pair of leg restraints.

"Are these to be all I wear, " Cinderella asked plaintively.

"Ain't she a card, " the lead one said. " She has a lot to learn."

"Girlie." said the second, "You don't realize what has happened. You have been made a slave. The nobles will use you however they see fit. Mind you do well not to disobey. There are grave consequences for disobeying."

"Yes, ma'am" Cinderella replied.

"These are the only things you'll need." The first replied. They fitted the collar with a lock and key and a ring for a leash around her neck. They wrapped the belt and locked her wrists in the cuffs on the side. Then they put the shackles around her legs. They shone bright as silver.

Cinderella gasped. She now realized that her movement would be restricted, possibly for a long time. She gasped for air, and nearly collapsed.

"There there, dearie, " the second one said, " It ain't so bad. Just do as your told and you'll be just fine. "

Cinderella was not prepared for this. Then the most shocking part came. The first girl put a black ball gag in her mouth that stripped her of speech and left her with only the ability to make struggling noises.

The head girl attached a leash to the collar and started dragging Cinderella. "Now, now. Come along. It only chokes if you struggle."

They led her by the leash to a large chamber. Cinderella could already see a large crowd of gaily dressed nobles gathering and seating themselves. She found her movement to be difficult, and following the leash took a lot of work. She almost burst into tears, but she tried to control herself. She wanted to seem like the noblewoman she now was supposed to be, not the common girl she had been but a day ago.

They led her to a line-up with many other fair looking youths, both male and female. They were similarly chained and gagged. While she was almost ready to cry, she also felt a strange, burning desire well up in her loins. She didn't like this, but she wanted to be abused, used, penetrated even. This was a strange feeling. She didn't know what to think.

Finally, the Prince walked up and started to address the assembled crowd. "Ladies and gentleman" he boomed out over the assembly, "This is the new group of slaves assembled for your pleasure and amusement. Look them over well."

Some of the gathered slaves squirmed, while others started to blush at their arousal. This was especially so for the males in the group, for their manhood began to awaken and become most erect and unseemly.

"Look over them well, my lord and ladies, " the Prince intoned, "For they will serve you well, either as the slaves they are or as pets or beasts of burden if they disobey or become difficult."

The slaves looked around as best they could, but it was difficult with the heavy silver collars on their necks.

The Prince then looked at the slaves. "Slaves, you must prove yourself worthy. You will serve whatever...needs these nobles have for you. If you succeed, you will be nobles yourselves one day. If not, far worse fates await you. I hope for your sakes that you choose wisely."

Cinderella didn't know what to think. She thought this would be as simple as being waited on hand and foot. Now things had changed into something entirely different. She would provide service in ways she never thought possible. She briefly wished that she was back laboring on her stepmother's estate, but the tingling in her loins and the moistness thereof led her to believe that this could fulfill her more than anything else, if she gave it a chance.

"Now, " the Prince said, "You shall be led to the training grounds. Prove yourselves worthy, and you shall be rewarded. Prove yourselves unworthy, and you shall be punished in ways you could never imagine."

And with this, the first phase of Cinderella's training began. Chapter 2: Cinderella's Training Begins

Now a new set of handlers appeared. They were wearing one-piece leather dresses with a skirt that just barely covered their sex. They were quite unusual, since most women did not wear skirts this short or in leather. Their shoulders were bear and the cleavage ample and quite noticeable. They wore long leather boots that went up to the calf.

Now their leader said, " Come along, slaves. We will train you so that you will be ready to serve. If you do well you may become mistresses like us." The several women dressed like her came and grabbed each slave by the leash and began dragging them out the room, into the hallway." We shall go to the dungeon, " she intoned, sending shivers down Cinderella's spine.

They were led through a dark corridor to a dark stone chamber. Some light came through windows with bars on them. On the wall were rings attached to the wall. Cinderella was unsure what they were for. She would soon find out.

She and the other slaves were chained by their leashes to the rings. They could not move from that spot. They were still gagged and unsure of what would happen next.

The head mistress said aloud, "Slaves, you are here to be trained. But you have many natural...lusts that you will want to satisfy. We will allow you to do that, but only as we decide in the manner proscribed. Any attempts to satisfy yourselves any other way will be reprimanded and punished. However, to make it easier for you while you adjust to your new role, we will help you some. Ladies, get the chastity belts."

The other mistresses soon returned with contraptions designed to fit around the waist and nether regions and block any access. They soon began fitting them around the slaves. Cinderella gasped as they put the cold metal device around her. It sealed off her pussy and ass and denied access to anyone who might want to pry. They did this to all the other slaves as well. For the males they had a chastity belt with a protrusion for their largely still bulging manhoods.

"Now," she said, " You must first learn how to be immobile for a long period of time. Therefore, you will be chained here so you may develop some strength and endurance. Then we shall come for you and feed you and allow you to sleep. Then tomorrow you will be more thoroughly trained on how to behave properly."

The mistresses replaced the leg irons with spreader bars. At first this was quite uncomfortable because it spread the legs as wide as they would go. Then they chained each slave to the wall by their arms. There were actually several rings to accommodate a number of positions. "Now, you will be left here."

Cinderella was very uncomfortable at this point. But what was most uncomfortable was that tingling sensation in her nether regions. She was hot and bothered. She would do anything for relief, but it was not forthcoming.

She stood there with the other slaves, the males all along one wall and the females along another, for what seemed like hours. Her legs and arms ached, as well as her loins for release. Finally the mistresses returned.

"You shall now be freed to eat, and then to rest up for tomorrow's activities, " the head mistress said.

Then they were freed from the spreader bars and handcuffs. The ball gags were also removed. The collar was still on, and the mistresses led them by the leashes through another corridor. Here there chastity belts were removed and they were allowed to evacuate their bowels and bladder behind a white screen. Then they were led to a dining hall. A wonderful smelling stew and warm, fresh bread was placed before the slaves on long tables. They sat and ate.

"The first rule of being slaves is that you must never speak until spoken to. If you violate this, you will be punished, " the head mistress said with a gleam in her eye.

Then a male slave began to say something. A mistress ran over and immediately gagged him. "Ten lashes!" the head mistress cried. The other mistress bent the males slave over on his knees and proceeded to administer his punishment. She took out a cane and began to whip his buttocks. She counted out the lashes one by one. "One...two...three" then finally "ten." The male slave's buttocks were now a bright shade of red. "Now sit down and eat your meal with the others. He sat down uncomfortably and complied.

Cinderella tasted the rich morsels of beef, carrots, and potato. She was amazed at how good it all was. It was remarkably filling. Once they were done servants removed the bowls and the mistresses led them to another chamber filled with small beds. Affixed to the corners were rings. The mistresses then attached leg irons to the slaves and led them into bed. They were chained to each ring.

"Now go to sleep, slaves, " the mistress commanded. "You will need plenty of rest for tomorrow's activities. "

Cinderella tried to sleep, but restless thoughts filled her mind. Why had this happened to her? She didn't know what to think. Had the Prince been through this training? Surely not, but she couldn't be sure of anything in this place. It was certainly much different than she expected. Chapter 3: Naming Day

Cinderella awoke to the rays of sunlight entering the sleeping chamber. "Rise and shine, slaves, today we start the next stage of your training." The mistresses released the slaves and took them down another corridor to an area with buckets and sponges. "You must be clean," the head mistress said, " And so the stable boys shall see to it. "

Young boys came into the room, and led each slave to an area with a bucket. After removing the chastity belts, they proceeded to rub the slaves with sponges and then warm water to rinse them off. Cinderella felt so good to finally be clean! Then the slaves were outfitted in the same outfits as yesterday, and were led into a formal chamber.

Cinderella accepted the ball gag gracefully. After having had it in her mouth so much yesterday, it seemed like her mouth finally conformed to it. It was much easier for her to walk despite the restraints. The chastity belts were not replaced, and she could feel a moistness between her legs. She hoped for release soon.

The slaves were led to an area and lined up. The head mistress came in and said, "Now, you shall be inspected again, and shall receive your slave names." What?! Cinderella was thinking to herself. We shall have new names? What else?

The mistresses removed the ball gags and asked each slave what his given name was. "Then that shall be your name," each mistress said. They finally got to Cinderella. "What is your name?" the head mistress asked. Cinderella blurted out "Cinderella, ma'am."

"The term is Mistress," the head mistress replied coldly. "I am Mistress Samara. You shall all address me as such."

"Yes, Mistress Samara," Cinderella said, bowing her head.

"Ah, yes, Cinderella, the Prince's fancy. Hopefully you can be forged in the fires of service and be a good wife to him someday. But this Cinder has got to go. There won't be any glass slippers placed on your feet. You are now just Ella."

"Yes, Mistress Samara, " Cinderella, now just Ella, replied back dutifully and respectfully.

"Now that you have been named, you will be taught the rules. The first is, as I have already mentioned, do not speak unless spoken to. This is probably the most important rule. Second, obey all commands from a Lord or Lady. They own you, and you do great dishonor to your Mistresses and Masters if you do so. Third, accept all punishments gracefully. Crying out and generally being annoying will not be tolerated. You shall be severely punished. "

"Now, " she continued, " You must be quite...aroused by now. We shall take care of you. The Mistress-slave relationship is one where your needs are taken care of as long as you obey. Lead them to the pleasure dungeon."

The slaves were gagged and then led along a corridor to another room. This one had more rings on the walls. The slaves had their leg chains replaced with spreader bars and were restrained to the walls. "Males slaves, you may now pleasure yourselves. Female slaves, we have a special treat for you, " she said with an almost wicked tone.

The males slaves' hands were unbound and they began rubbing their protruding manhoods with their hands quite vigorously until they came. For the female slaves, they would be relieved differently. Sticks with a dildo attached to the end were brought out by the stable boys. Attached was a gear device that allowed the stable hands to crank a gearwheel. This set the device into motion. The dildo was positioned against each girls' legs and the shaft went into her sex, first slowly, then more rapidly. Ella's body now began to shake vigorously as the dildo reached into her inner core and soon unleashed one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms she had ever experienced.

Mistress Samara smiled. "That is but a taste of what is to come. However, if you disobey us, you will be severely punished."

Ella felt a pleasure she had never felt before. She hoped she could experience it again. But more hardships were to come first.

"Soon, " Mistress Samara said, "You will taste the pleasure of a real one. And you may even taste the divine nectar of a lady. But first you shall remain here for awhile and enjoy the afterglow of your orgasms."

Ella and the other slaves were left for the day, the same evening ritual as before occurred. This time Ella fell asleep quickly and dreamt of whatever torments and pleasures might await her. Chapter 4: The Stepsister's Fate

Cinderella's stepsisters were also undergoing their own training. Though it was somewhat different from what Cinderella, now simply Ella, would experience.

The night of the ball, that fateful ball, her stepsisters were arrested on the spot. They were stripped of their clothes, brought to a wagon, and chained to rings on the sides of it. A spreader bar was placed on their ankles, and ball gags in their mouths to keep them quiet.

Anastasia and Drizella were both initially flabbergasted. What had they done to deserve this? They struggled to speak through the ball gags, and struggled to get away. When they finally reached their destination, a cold dark dungeon underneath the palace, they were taken to a wall and chained there. The spreader bars were momentarily removed. A mistress appeared.

"These girls have been quite rowdy, I see. They shall have to be punished. " Neither girl knew what that meant. They were unchained and pushed forcefully to the ground. "It is twenty lashes for you." The mistress said cruelly. The girls both looked up pleadingly, but to no avail.

Then the mistress began striking blows with a riding crop to Anastasia's nubile ass. She squirmed and writhed and moaned with displeasure and pain. Then the same punishment was meted to Drizella. After they were punished, they were again chained to the wall, and the spreader bars applied once more.

"You shall experience some pleasure before you are trained for your ultimate destiny."

Then the same device that was used to pleasure the female slaves was brought and rubbed into their sex. They writhed, almost uncontrollably, and then shook violently as they both came. Then they were led to a room to be washed.

Then they were led to the fitting room. The head mistress said, "You have both been bad, bad girls. Betraying your stepsister like that. But she will undoubtedly experience a greater fate than you. But for you, since you are nothing but mongrel beasts, you shall be treated as such. You shall be made into puppy slaves, ready to obey the will of your master or mistress. "

They were then dragged along their leash and taken to be changed. "Get used to the leashes, girls, for they shall be with you always. " The girls were placed in brown suits and a headdress containing a muzzle that looked like a dog's mouth was strapped on their heads. The suits had two conspicuously placed holes around the front and back. The stable boys rubbed some lube on the rear hole and placed a dildo with hair like a dog's tail in their backsides. Anastasia and Druzilla groaned as it was placed deep inside them. "Girls, you shall now be pets to proper Lords and Ladies. You shall behave as a dog would. If you do, you will be fed and treated well. If not, you will be punished far worse than you have ever known."

The girls both gulped. However, they could do nothing but accept their fates. They were led along on all fours to their new owners, the lady and lord Desmaines.

"I bet you are hungry, " the mistress said. As indeed they were. They hadn't eaten for several hours. A kibble of meat was placed in dog bowls and brought to them. They were famished, and though they had never eaten out of anything but the finest china and with impeccable silverware, they both dove into the food and ate it greedily, then lapped up the water in another dish.

"Now, now, good girls, " the mistress said approvingly. You shall get to have a little more pleasure before you are led to your beds for the night.




The Traning of Cinderella



Anastasia was outfitted with a double-sided dildo that went into her nether regions. A huge phallus emerged out of it. "Well now, " the mistress said nonchalantly, "Do what a dog in heat does. For you are still clearly both in heat. "

Anastasia feared the punishment that awaited her if she disobeyed. She began to mount her sister and thrust into her vigorously. Her tail rocked violently, adding both pain and pleasure to the act. She soon came and collapsed to the floor, very satisfied indeed.

"Now it is Druzilla's turn, " the mistress said. Druzilla was mounted with the same dildo while Anastasia's was removed. Druzilla began to mount Anastasia vigorously and proceeded until she was satisfied. Both new puppies being now satisfied, they were led to their beds. These were iron cages with a thin mat in the bottom, and a dish of water at the back. "Sleep well, " the mistress said, "For there shall be more tomorrow."

Anastasia and Druzilla curled up for the night and dreamt of their new lives. This actually was far more pleasurable than they thought it would be. Chapter 5: Cinderella's Indiscretion

As Ella lay in bed, she noticed someone she thought was familiar to her. She looked across, and in the next bed was Lacy, her long lost friend from school. "Lacy, " She whispered. "What brought you here?" "Be quiet," Lacy replied back. " I don't want to get into trouble." However, it was too late.

Mistress Samara heard them and ordered, "Take Lacy to the stables!" Then a couple of stable hands grabbed Lacy and took her away. "Ella, you have been a bad girl. You must never speak to any slave unless permitted by your mistress or master."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Samara. "

"Stable hands, take her to be punished!"

Ella was leashed and taken away to the punishment room.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Samara, " she pleaded.

"You have disobeyed, and now you must be punished." The stable hands threw her on the ground. Mistress Samara took up a riding crop in her hand. "You shall be punished. Thirty lashes. And you must count the lashes. If you fail to count properly, then we will be forced to start over."

"Yes, mistress, " was all Ella could force herself to say.

Mistress Samara began. "One." "One, " Ella cried back. "Two." This time Ella failed to respond. She was so much in shock she didn't realize it. "One!" Mistress Samara cried again. "One!" Ella replied back. This continued until Ella's backside was a bright, throbbing red.

"Now, don't let that happen again, " Mistress Samara ordered.

"I shan't," replied Ella.

She was taken back to her bed, chained and gagged. "You will be made an example of, girl." Mistress Samara said ominously.

Ella didn't know what that meant. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that she would get through this. She had trouble sleeping all night. She tossed and turned, unable to lie on her red and bruised backside.

Chapter 6: Lacy's New Life

Lacy was about to endure her own punishment. She had disobeyed too many times, and would now face her punishment.

The Lords and Ladies of the realm were transported by their own slaves. They preferred horses that were slaves rather than the messy, smelly equine variety. They would transport them across vast estates.

Lacy was tied up and led like most slaves to a wagon. The wagon took her to her destination. She was placed finally in a barn. There she was washed and then ready to be suited. "My work is never done, " Mistress Samara said. "Lacy, you shall be a pony transport. It is hard work, but it is rewarding. You may even be mounted by a stallion someday."

Lacy blushed at the prospect. But her nether regions grew wet and aroused. This is what she had wanted, and she finally got her chance.

She was outfitted in a horse suit. Leather boots with the imprint of a horse's hoof were placed on her feet. A dildo with a horse's tale was placed in her rear. A suit of black leather was fitted on her. Finally a headdress was placed around her head. It had a bright plume and was complete with a soft leather bit that fit in her mouth. She was now a pony transport. She was led to a stable with straw on the ground and tied up for the night.

"You will be trained to be a proper pony tomorrow. Get some rest, " Mistress Samara said.

Lacy stayed there, her nether regions wet and excited. She tried to sleep but the anticipation kept her awake. Chapter 7: Ella's Punishment

Ella was woken up like the other slaves, cleaned, and then taken to eat. After the meal, Mistress Samara and two other mistresses entered the room. "Ella, " Mistress Samara began, " has violated one of the rules of slaves. And so she will be punished while the rest of you go about your training. "

The two other mistresses began dragging Ella toward a dark room where she just knew she was going to be subjected to some horrible punishment. They began to bind her. Then they put a leather blindfold over Ella's eyes. It was now completely dark. She couldn't see anything. They then moved her toward the wall, and placed two binding gloves on her arms and shoved her arms behind her. These gloves had several straps that were laced up so that her hands were completely immobilized. Then a spreader bar was placed between her legs. A bit gag was placed in her mouth. That way they couldn't hear the gasps and moans as the next part of the process took place.

A butt plug was placed in her backside. She gasped. It pressed inside her like nothing she had ever known before. Then finally they positioned her above a device. This was essentially a stick with a dildo attached. Ella was made to precariously sit on the dildo. It penetrated her nether regions. She began to become aroused, and the wetness coming from inside her began to make her slide all the way down the shaft. But she had trouble lifting herself up.

"Ella, " Mistress Samara began, " This is a cruel punishment for slaves, but one that is necessary for your development. This device will leave you aroused and ready for release, and this feeling will grow in intensity until you feel like you are about to burst inside. Meanwhile your ass will feel tight and heavy, and your limbs will grow sore and numb. However, at the end we will allow you some release, and hopefully you will have learned your lesson."

Mistress Samara and the others left Ella to her torment. The butt plug felt heavy inside her. Her arms and legs became quite sore. And her sex was moist and very aroused. She would occasionally squirm, but this only worsened the sensation. However, it was unlike any other pleasure she had ever known before.

She remembered back to when she first met Lacy. How they would mingle with the boys in the village. They would become aroused, just like this, but then the boys would thrust their manhoods inside her and Lacy, and the feeling was over quite quickly. This experience made her grow more aroused, to such an intense state that she felt she would come explosively any minute now. She was driven wild with anticipation even as her arms and legs grew sore and her sex throbbed.

Finally Mistress Samara and her two assistants returned. "Ah, Ella, you have been good. We shall finally allow you to feel release." They quickly unbound her arms and removed the blindfold. They left the gag and the spreader bar in place. They also left the butt plug in. They wanted her to feel the exquisite pleasure that can come when both holes are filled simultaneously.

"Now Ella, " Mistress Samara continued, " You may move up and down the pole until you achieve release." Ella began to push up and down on the dildo. Her moans and cries of ecstasy were barely contained by the gag. Finally, her body shivered as she had the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. Her body tingled with delight.

She was removed from the contraption and returned to the slaves' quarters. As she lay bound to her bed that night, she dreamed of more amazing adventures like that one. Her nether regions tingled in anticipation. Chapter 8: Lacy's Training

Lacy awoke to a stable hand ready to wash her and prepare her for her training. Her gear was removed, she was washed, and then her gear was put on again. In addition to the tail butt plug a dildo was placed in her nether regions. She already began to grow moist. She was made to go down on all fours and eat a mix of oats and apples from a trough. This was actually a rather satisfying meal. Then, a headdress with a bright red plume was placed on her head. This had a soft leather bit that fit in her mouth. It also prohibited her from speaking. Any sounds she made sounded like the neighs and whinnies a horse might make.

A bridle was attached to her collar and she was led out of the stable. Here she was led by the stable boy to her new mistress. Her new mistress began to speak, " I am Mistress Vivian. I shall train you to be a proper pony." Mistress Vivian dressed like the other mistresses. Only she had riding boots on. Her bosom heaved out of her top. Her long black hair shone in the sun. "Then you shall be a good slave. Do as you are told and you shall avoid the lash. You may even get to feel the pleasure of a cock inside you someday."

Mistress Vivian proceeded to lead Lacy by the leash. Vivian stood behind her, holding the bridle in her left hand and a riding crop in the right. She immediately smacked Lacy in the ass. This still stung despite her outfit. "You shall turn where and when I tell you. Also, you must lift your boots up high. You are a pony now; you must prance like one."

Slowly they proceeded out to a nearby meadow. The grass was green and smelled quite fragrant. Lacy lifted her legs high and pranced while Mistress Vivian led her along. Mistress Vivian would pull the reins toward the direction she wanted Lacy to go. Occasionally she would smack Lacy in the ass to let her know she needed to correct her course. As the day proceeded she became better, and was smacked less frequently. The prancing moved the dildo inside Lacy, and she became quite aroused. She became wetter too, and nearly came many times.

As the sun began to lower in the sky, Mistress Vivian returned her to the stable. There she was fed. The boots, headdress, and everything else except her horse outfit were removed. She was chained to a corner of the stable, and left to lie in fresh straw on the ground and sleep. She was tired from all the work, and quickly began dreaming of another day of being a pony. Chapter 9: The Stepsisters' Accept Their Fate

Meanwhile Anastasia and Druzilla were adjusting to their new lives as puppy slaves. Their new Master was a man named Benedict. Master Benedict had a masculine bearing and visage, with salt and pepper hair and an immaculately groomed mustache. Every day he took them out to play.

Their day first began with breakfast. They ate their kibble out of a bowl like a dog. They were often famished from the previous day and dove into the bowls like ravenous pigs. Then they were placed in their puppy suits. These bound their arms so they could only walk on all fours. Their leashes were attached, and they were taken out to a field to run and play. They had grown used to the butt plug tail that made them look like real puppies. Dildoes were placed in the front so they became quite aroused. The dildo moved as they bounded along, making them wet. As the playtime went on they became more and more aroused.

Benedict would throw a rubber ball that they would then run to fetch. They grabbed it in their mouths and returned it to him. When they weren't playing, they were bound in cages while ball gags were placed in their mouths. This led them to be quite excited to play and also quite good at holding such an enormous ball in their mouths.

After they would finish playing, Master Benedict would, in turn, place a double-sided dildo in one of the sisters. He also put ball gags in both their mouths. Then one of the puppies began to proceed to mount her sister from behind. Anastasia usually proceeded first. She would thrust and thrust until she shook all over and came. Her squeals of delight were hardly muffled by the gag. Then it was Druzilla's turn. She proceeded to mount her sister and then experienced the most intense orgasm. The dildoes inside them were sopping wet with their pleasure juices.

They were led back to the manor, fed, washed, and then locked in their cages for the night. They were now quite comfortable in their cages and slept quite well as they dreamed of other puppy games they might play. Chapter 10: Oral Examinations

Ella and the other slaves were awoken and prepared for the day. Then the mistresses lined them up along each wall, males on one side and females on the other. By this time, Ella had become used to lining up naked, and being prepared for whatever activity they might be required to do.

Mistress Samara entered the room and began to speak, " Today, you shall learn how to pleasure another. This will be an important part of your lives. Later, you will need to learn self-control, but that will come with time and discipline. However, today, you shall give and receive pleasure."

Then they were marched into a chamber, much like the others. In this chamber were many of the dildo contraptions. "You, "Mistress Samara said, "Must become good at providing oral pleasure. That means practice. First, you shall practice on these disembodied dildoes. Then, you shall please your mistresses by pleasuring harnessed dildos that they shall wear. Then, if you learn your lessons well, you shall pleasure each other." Many blushed, and some looked around cautiously wondering what this meant.

First, the mistresses picked up the sticks, and then Mistress Samara ordered, "Slaves! Suck the dildoes well!" The male slaves' cocks began to grow hard and Ella noticed that her pussy became quite wet. She and the other slaves kneeled down, and took the dildoes into their mouths. Ella first licked tentatively, then whole-heartedly began wrapping her tongue and mouth around it. She started bobbing her head up and down vigorously. She imagined the night she had done this for the Prince. The other slaves followed suit. Though their mouths were starting to get sore, they continued doing this until ordered to stop.

"Good job, slaves!" Mistress Samara said. 'But now, you must pleasure us." Each mistress left the room for a couple of minutes, then returned with the strap-on dildoes in place. Each positioned herself in front of a slave. Mistress Samara finally placed herself in front of Ella. "Let's see if you are as good as they think you'll be. "

Ella and the other slaves knew they had to put on the best show possible. They began stroking and fondling the dildoes with their tongues, then proceeded to stroke deeper and deeper, until they swallowed the whole dildo. "Marvelous, " Mistress Samara said. "It looks like you're going to be a better bunch than I thought."

After all of this activity, Ella's mouth was sore. But she felt a wetness and a desire in her loins that made her want release. The male slaves'cocks were standing at attention. "I see that you all would like some release, "Mistress Samara said. " So you shall have it. We shall pair each of you with another slave of the same sex. You must learn how to please a member of the same sex, for in time you will be required to do this for any noble who requests it."

Ella blushed. She wondered who she would be paired with?

The mistresses began calling each slave. "Gregory, you shall be paired with Thomas, Edward with James." And so this continued with the males slaves, then the female slaves. Finally it was Ella's turn. "Ella, " Mistress Samara said, " You shall be paired with Tawny." Tawny was a gorgeous specimen. She had long chestnut hair, and ample bosom and a beautiful curved ass. She had a delicate pink pussy that Ella was now going to lick.

Meanwhile, the males slaves were going to have to suck their partners' cocks. Ella thought Gregory looked familiar. He was a handsome boy of the village, who all the young girls liked. He was handsome and quite charming. His beautiful blonde hair reminded Ella of her own. She watched as he took Thomas by the hand, knelt down and began to suck on his cock. Thomas had nice black hair, and a lovely cock that seemed to nearly suffocate Gregory. But Gregory kept at it, licking and then swallowing the cock with his mouth. Thomas moaned and writhed in ecstasy until he finally came. Gregory could taste the warm, salty come as it ejected into his mouth. "Be sure to keep it clean, " Mistress Samara warned. Gregory continued to lick the shaft head of Thomas' cock and swallowed all the come. Then, Thomas proceeded to do the same to Gregory. Gregory hardened and began to moan and sigh with pleasure as he felt the warm tongue and mouth caress his cock. He finally shook and violently expelled his come.

Now it was the girls' turn. Ella knew she had to do a good job. She slowly licked the outer lips of Tawny's pussy, then began pushing her tongue deeper and deeper inside. She greedily licked Tawny's clit and Tawny moaned and writhed in ecstasy. She finally convulsed and an explosive climax rocked her body. Then Tawny proceeded to return the favor. Ella felt more aroused then she ever had before. Tawny licked her clit, and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Finally, she climaxed and her body shook vigorously. She had never done this with another woman before.

Mistress Samara said, almost nonchalantly, "Very good slaves. But you have more than your mouths to provide pleasure with. You will soon train in the other ways you can please a noble. "

At that, they were led to eat and bathe and then retire for the night. Chapter 11: Lacy Joins A Stable

Lacy had enjoyed her training as a pony. Even though she was a slave, and considered an abject slave at that, merely a beast of burden, she felt free from the constraints of society. She knew her place and had a mistress that would take care of her. And soon a master.

Mistress Vivian came at her usual time and fetched Lacy after her morning routine. "Today, " Mistress Vivian said, " You shall join a proper stable. You shall join the stable of Master Geoffrey and Lady Violet." Lacy could only neigh in appreciation. Except for her bath and at night, she was always in full regalia. This meant the horse-tail dildo in her ass, the dildo in her pussy, the headdress and bit for her head and mouth. And the boots with the horseshoes in the soles. Even when those were removed for the night, she still had on her horse bodysuit, that covered her with a smooth, black, shiny skin.

She was led to a cart where Lord Geoffrey and Lady Violet awaited. Geoffrey was an imposing figure of a man, tall, broad-shouldered, with sandy hair and a bright red goatee. Lady Violet was the epitome of a respectable lady. She was thin but had an ample bosom and jet black hair. "I think she shall do nicely, ' Lord Geoffrey said. "I suppose so, as good as any we can find in the realm. " Lady Violet said dismissively.

Lacy was hitched to the back of the carriage, next to the other ponies. There were three other girls, two in front and one to her left. They were all attired exactly as she was. After being hitch, Lord Geoffrey sounded the command, "Giddy up!" Lacy and the other girls began to prance in a methodical rhythm. Occasionally Lacy felt the sting of the riding crop, telling her to speed up. She was getting sore pretty quickly, but she managed as they took Lord Geoffrey and Lady Violet home. They went along the main road.

Finally, Lord Violet said, "I should really like to stop at the market and get some fresh fruit. I can have the pastry chef make a delightful black currant pie." This was one of Lord Geoffrey's favorite desserts. "Oh yes, that would be splendid, " Lord Geoffrey replied in his typically aristocratic tone. At the fork in the road they turned left instead of right and went into the sleepy little village where the market was held.




The Traning of Cinderella



Lacy's heart started racing. Would anyone recognize her? She though to herself. Lacy was ashamed of the act that originally sentenced her to servitude. She had taken an apple from the Prince's orchard. Well, she didn't know that at the time. But a transgression must still be punished. Then her further disobedience finally landed her here. Luckily, none of the villagers seemed to care. They were used to nobles coming with their ponies to shop at the market. They actually valued it since they paid so well.

"Stand at attention!" Lord Geoffrey yelled. Then he and Lady Violet went to the market and purchased their items. Lacy and the other ponies stood perfectly straight. This was the hardest thing to do because the dildo in her pussy jostled as she pranced, and this made her quite aroused. And standing perfectly still, the weight of the horsehair dildo began to feel heavy.

Finally Lord Geoffrey and Lady Violet returned. And they were off. Soon they could see the manor in the distance. It was huge, with several servant quarters and a huge stone house at the center. The flowers from the garden were in full bloom, and the fragrance of roses and lilies wafted in the air.

Soon they were at the stable. The stable hands prepared the ponies to rest for the day. However, the head stable hand had a surprise for Lacy. "Landry, " Lord Geoffrey said, " As the lead stable hand you know you must break the new pony. I trust you will do your job well." Yes, sir." Landry replied back.

Landry was a strapping young man, very muscular from his work, and handsome as well. Lacy's pussy began to tingle with anticipation. What was going to happen next?

Landry led Lacy into the stable, then removed the horsehair dildo and the front dildo. Lacy sighed a sigh of relief at having the pressure relieved from her ass and pussy. Then, Landry directed her to go down on all fours in the straw. In the doggy position, Landry proceeded to undo his belt and drop his trousers. This revealed a stiff, glistening, rock hard cock ready for action. He plunged it into Lacy's pussy and begin thrusting vigorously. He moaned with contentment, and Lacy did too, though with the bit still in her mouth it was barely audible. Finally Lacy came and a wave of ecstasy swept through her body. Then she felt Landry come, and felt the warm fluid gush from his cock. She felt an absolutely incredible release. It had many a long time since she had felt a man inside her.

"Don't worry, little pony, " Landry looked up and said as he put his trousers back on. " That is a perk of the stable hand position." The other stable boys took her back to her stall to eat and relax. That night, she rested peacefully, dreaming of what other cocks her pussy would feel. Chapter 12: Druzilla's Great Day

Every so often the nobles would hold a race for their prize puppies. The puppies would race each other. The winner would get to mount the loser in a humiliating display of victory. The nobles loved this race to no end. Benedict had a tough choice: which one of his puppies to send? He finally decided upon Druzilla. She had been training for weeks to be fast enough to race.

Finally, race day came. Druzilla was so excited. She had been told about how important this race was. Even though she no longer spoke, she still retained a little understanding of human speech. Master Benedict led her by the leash and took her to the racegrounds. There, many nobles were seated at tables with a huge parasol on top. The choicest foods and finest wines were served. Druzilla had become a puppy to the point where she didn't even think about her past life. As a human, she would have wondered who was there, what their status was, and of course she would try to ingratiate herself to a family with a wealthy and eligible bachelor. Now, she just waited for her master to command her.

The puppies all were lined up. Druzilla was to race against a male puppy, Sport. It was hard to tell underneath the puppy suit, but he appeared to be lean, solid muscle. The race was simple. A servant stationed in the branches of a nearby tree would drop two balls on the ground. The puppies would run to retrieve the balls, then return them to their master. The first to do so was declared the winner.

They lined up at the starting line. The balls were dropped and then they started running as best they could on all fours. They were both fast, and neck and neck through the first stretch. They both retrieved their balls and ran back to their masters while the crowd cheered on. Sport suddenly began to gain on Druzilla. He got a length's ahead and then finished ahead of her, depositing the ball firmly in his master's hand. He was declared the winner.

Now, he proceeded to do what was expected of the winner. His cock grew hard as he savored what was to happen next. Before she knew it, he had mounted her from behind. His cock vigorously penetrated her pussy. It felt so good! That rock hard cock in her pussy. She came and started shaking while waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Then sport came and his warm fluid filled up her pussy. She felt an intense orgasm, in part because not only was her pussy feeling it, but the dildo tail in her ass moved back and forth in time to his pumps and excited all the nerves in that area.

Finally, the race was over. The dogs were returned to their kennels to rest. Druzilla moaned with satisfaction as her release was quite profound. She dozed off to sleep in her cage, curled in a fetal position and breathing peacefully. Chapter 13: Ella's Training Continues

Ella and the others were awakened for another day of training. They had become quite good at giving oral pleasure, but Mistress Samara felt it was time to train them in other modes of providing pleasure.

Mistress Samara and the other mistresses came into the room, as they were often wont, and proceeded to prepare for the day's lesson. "Slaves, " Mistress Samara said, "Today you are in for a real treat. We shall train you to be the best possible slave. You will be able to provide pleasure for any noble who wishes it."

The mistresses then proceeded to take them to a room and have the slaves kneel. They put on the strap-on dildoes, and proceeded with today's lesson. "Slaves, " Mistress Samara began, " You must know what it is like to be penetrated in the ass. You will be called upon to allow any and all of your available holes to be of service. We shall show you what you must do in these situations."

The mistresses proceed to make the slaves kneel, then positioned themselves behind them. They smeared a lubricant jelly into the ass crack of each slave, then proceeded to plunge their dildoes directly inside. Mistress Samara, of course, took great pride in making sure that Ella was penetrated hard. At first she gasped. Luckily, the slaves were all wearing ball gags, so it was scarcely audible. Unless a lesson required the use of their mouths, the slaves generally always wore the gag. By now it had become like second nature to wear the gag. Ella almost had trouble moving her jaw when she wasn't wearing it.

Ella felt the heaviness of the dildo and the pressure as it went deeper inside of her. However, she soon began to feel a strange, delightful feeling, not like an orgasm, but still a wonderful sensation as the nerves of her ass were stimulated by the thrusting of Mistress Samara deep inside her. Finally, the Mistress had enough. "Now, " She whispered to Ella," turn over, and I shall thrust into your pussy. "

Ella dutifully rolled over and laid down. Mistress Samara proceeded to thrust deep within Ella's pussy. Waves of pleasure thrust through her as she began to climax. Finally she came and her body felt the deep release and orgasm that her wet, dripping pussy had been waiting for.

The male slaves were led into another room. There, they were paired off as before. However, this time they mounted each other. Gregory was not sure what Thomas' cock would feel like in his ass, but Thomas was hard and eager to go. Gregory felt the hard cock go in. It was heavy at first, and his thrusts were vigorous and powerful. But Gregory felt that wave of pleasure like Ella. Then, when it was his turn, he thrust hard into Thomas' ass. It felt much like a pussy, so yielding to a hard cock. Finally, he came, and gave out a great sigh of relief. The training left the slaves in such a state of constant arousal, they could sometimes hardly bear it.

Now it was the girls' turn. However, this time their ball gags were replaced with dildo gags, that had a dildo attached to the end and one that went in the mouth. The mistresses undid their belts and for the first time displayed their pussies for the female slaves. Ella was amazed by Mistress Samara's pink pussy bud. She proceeded to plunge the dildo directly inside Mistress Samara. Mistress Samara squealed with glee. Ella thrust harder and harder. She almost gagged because the dildo in her mouth was a large, hard phallus pushing into her throat. But she persisted. Finally, Mistress Samara came, and smiled with approval. "You really are quite good, " she exclaimed.

Mistress Samara's pussy juices were glistening off the dildo. Ella could smell the aromatic and pungent aroma of Mistress Samara's pussy juices. It made her wish that Mistress Samara would penetrate her again. Every time she seemed to feel relief, the same intense feelings of arousal and longing would come back.

Finally, they were done for the day. Ella went to bed feeling profoundly relaxed. Chapter 14: Lacy's Big Triumph

Lord Geoffrey had noticed Lacy as she progressed. One day, he decided to promote her to the head of the carriage. This meant that she felt fewer of the crops stings as they went along. However, Lord Geoffrey had also begun to think of other uses for her.

Every so often, after returning to the stables, a new stable hand would be rewarded by being able to feel the pussy of a pony. Lacy was used as much as the others. Even more so because she was always so eager to receive cock into her pussy.

Lord Geoffrey thought of the upcoming race. Every so often, the nobles would race individual ponies in an event like a typical horse race. The horses would run around a ring and the winner garnered great acclaim for her master. The only difference was that a jockey wasn't needed. Lord Geoffrey discussed this with Lady Violet and Landry, the head of his stables.

"What do you think of Lacy for the upcoming race, " he asked both Lady Violet and Landry at breakfast one day. She replied, " I suppose so." Landry chimed in, "I think she would be a wonderful choice. She is fast and has a lot of...spirit."

"I agree. It is done. Prepare her for the race."

Instead of her usual duties that day, she was taken to a ring where she was told to run. Landry watched her run in her boots and outfit, and could see that she was ready. The fast pace and the jiggling of the horsetail and the dildo left her orgasmic by the end of the race. They both thrust into her as she ran faster and faster. "We must show Lord Geoffrey this." Landry said.

The next day, Lord Geoffrey came to the racetrack. "I would like you to see something, m'lord." Landry said. "Is it the pony?" "Yes, sir, she is a most splendid runner."

Landry brought Lacy out, then fired the starting gun. Lacy ran like her life depended on it. While she ran, the twin dildos thrust in and out, making her more and more aroused, until finally she completed the race and came right there. She whinnied in satisfaction.

"Very good. Splendid indeed!" Lord Geoffrey exclaimed." She will do quite well. "

"I certainly think so, if I do say so myself." Landry replied. "Very well," Lord Geoffrey said, "Make it so. Make sure she is ready by Sunday next." "So be it." Landry replied.

Lacy trained for several more days. Each day was exhilarating, and each night she dreamt of more races, and of the feeling of a cock of a stable boy being thrust deep inside her.

Finally, the day of the race came. Nobles came from miles around. There was something like ten ponies entered into this race, Lacy being one of them. They were wearing their finest regalia, and ready for action. Lacy was nervous. If she won, she could be a racehorse for the rest of her days. She would be rewarded with as much cock as her pussy could handle. She relished this thought, since she was almost insatiable at this point.

The horses were lined up and ready for the race. She saw the other ponies. Very beautiful and with fine features, but she wanted to win so badly! Finally, the starting gun went off.

Another horse took the lead quite early. I must catch up to that horse. She thought to herself. She no longer even thought of herself or her fellow ponies as human beings dressed as horses. She felt a rush of adrenaline that not only pushed her into the lead, but made her quite aroused as the dildos slid up and down her pussy and ass. The feeling left her feeling so good, she quickly rounded the first corner, then the next.

But then the first pony began to gain on her and catch up. That bitch! She thought to herself. There is no way I am letting her win. As they approached the final stretch, they were neck and neck. Lacy could almost feel her legs give out, but she resolved to win. Another surge of adrenaline coursed through her body and she took a slight lead, one length ahead. That was enough to win. As she crossed the finish line she felt a wave of pleasure hit her as she knew she had won. The dildo in her pussy had also been riding up her clit and she climaxed and an orgasm rocked her whole body. She cried out, but luckily the bit muzzled most of it.

She was led to the winner's circle, and a wreath was placed around her neck. This was the proudest moment of her life. Lord Geoffrey and Landry both smiled as they were presented with trophies.

Finally they went back to the stable. After removing the dildos from her pussy and ass, Landry proceeded to reward her one more time. "I have quite missed your pussy, " he said, "As I hope you have missed my cock." She thought to herself, I have indeed. They proceeded to hump until both came and collapsed into each other in orgiastic satisfaction.

Chapter 15: Ella Masters Self-Control

Today was the day the slaves were all waiting for. They were going to be tested. Mistress Samara had alluded to it several times. She would say things like, "A true slave must be able to delay gratification." And "You must always make sure you put the needs of your master or mistress above those of your own."

The female slaves were led into the chamber with the dildo devices that pumped back and forth into the slaves' pussies. They were tied to the wall like before. A ball gag in their mouths, and a spreader bar between their legs. But unlike the other times, their hands were bound behind their backs with the gloves that had the straps. Ella missed these gloves, and now liked the feeling of her hands being bound, immobile behind her. Leather blindfolds were also placed around their eyes. Then the pumping began. "Now slaves, "Mistress Samara, " You must not come until the mistress gives the command, or you shall be severely punished."

The dildoes began pumping. Ella felt an intense urge to come, but she kept trying to distract herself. But her thoughts always came back to her pussy and how it was throbbing and ready to come. But she restrained herself. Finally, Mistress Samara said, " You may come." Ella shivered as the climax overran her body and made her tremble.

Other slaves were not so lucky. One such slave was Chasity. Ella remembered Chasity from the village. She had long, chestnut brown hair. Her father had a respectable position as the mayor of the village. How had she come to be here? She always wondered.

Chasity's father wanted her to be a noblewoman. The only way was through training. However, there was a catch. If the slave failed the training, she would still be a slave, but would have to endure much worse torments. She had failed too many times.

Chasity and the other slaves who came too soon were removed from the restraints and made to kneel. They were soundly whipped until their asses were bright red. Chasity was especially hard hit. Welts began to rise up on her ass.

"Chasity, " Mistress Samara intoned, " You have failed too many times. Hard labor and use are your punishment."

Ella did not know what this meant. However, she did not like what she heard.

Chasity was led away. The other slaves were returned to their quarters. Chapter 16: Chasity's Fate

Chasity was lead away to the chamber where Ella had been punished. "Here you will be kept all night. Then tomorrow you will be a well maid. " Mistress Samara said. Chasity shuddered with horror inside. A well maid was a slave who carried buckets of water from the well into the village. But that was not the worst part. The peasant could debase her any time. In fact, once a week, she would have a respite from her well duties so she could be penetrated by as many men as possible. She would be placed in the village square with the other unfortunates and penetrated from both ends until her pussy and ass were sore.

She knew she deserved this fate. She had no self-control. Her father indulged her every whim. He thought this would teach her self-discipline and respect. But really, it taught her that she was really a wanton slut in need of cock. But she despaired because now every dirty peasant cock in the land would find its way into her pussy or her ass. And when that wasn't happening, she would be doing back-breaking work.

However, she also knew that it was mostly a symbolic punishment. It might last a month and then she would be sent to the brothel to service men and their every need. She might even service a lady occasionally. For you see, Chasity never really liked men. She liked the delicate flesh of other women. And she liked the delicate scent and taste of pussy. She would like more than anything else to have a lady keep her and have her serve her every need. Her tongue longed for the delicate taste of a clit.

Chasity's first punishment was beginning now. Instead of standing, she was made to kneel. A dildo was placed in her pussy, and her arms were bound behind her in the binding gloves, and strapped in. Her ankles were trapped in a spreader bar, a ball gag placed in her mouth, and the blindfold put over her eyes. The dildo bar was positioned at her ass, and then the servant began to crank the wheel. She moaned as the dildo pushed up her ass continuously. The burning pain of the red welts on her ass flared up as the pounding jiggled her ass as it went deeper and deeper inside her. Chasity's long red hair would tickle her as her body was pushed forward by the dildo contraption.

However, the contraption also pushed the dildo in her pussy until it began to thrust deeper and deeper. She was become quite wet, dripping wet in fact, and very aroused. Her punishment was nearly over. The servant sensed this, and started turning the crank faster. This put more pressure on her ass, and it was beginning to feel quite sore. But the dildo in her pussy was also pushing faster and harder. The thrusts made her moan, then finally she violently came and shuddered with satisfaction.

He stopped, and then a mistress came in and unbound her. "You must be transported to the village. " Then Chasity was taken from the room and shackled by her wrists and legs. The blindfold was taken off, and a leash attached to her collar. She was taken to a wagon with some straw strewn in the bottom. Here she was chained to a ring on the side and left to sleep until morning, when her transport would leave for the village.

Chapter 17: Chasity's Torment

The next day Chasity was awoken by the bright rays of the sun. Her and the other unfortunates were chained in the back of a wagon. The driver came by. "Good, I see. " He said, " Youse all are ready for the journey. Reckon it'll be a hard one for you. " He was a rather fat man, and when he smiled you could see that several teeth were missing. Chasity sighed as she realized that this was probably the typical man who would be penetrating her beautiful, soft, supple pussy with his dirty, unkempt cock.




The Traning of Cinderella



The wagon proceeded to the village. Eight ponygirls in front of the wagon carried it along at a rather slow pace. It would probably take all day to reach the village Chasity thought to herself.

The sun was low in the sky when the wagon arrived at the village. The ponies were tired and taken to the stable to freshen up. The inmates of the wagon were taken by their leash to a dungeon, where they were fed an unappealing stew. It was watery and had very few good morsels. However, all the slaves lapped it up greedily. They were famished after such a hard day. They were then chained to the wall of the dungeon, and tried to sleep as best they could on the straw mats provided.

The next day the slaves were led out by their leashes. They were to carry buckets of water from the well to the village. Normally, this was done by prisoners, but even prisoners were deemed to have rights to have time off from the onerous task. The girls were gagged, and shackles put around their ankles. This made walking hard but not impossible. They were shod in clunky boots to protect their feet. A rod with two full buckets was placed on each one, then the foreman marched them along the road to the village. If one seemed to slow, he would flog her with a flogger. The sting to Chasity's buttocks burned even more because of the welts and rough handling she recently endure, but she just bit the ball gag and went on.

This went on for a few weeks. Chasity and the other slaves always returned exhausted, and bemoaned the choices that led to their pitiable fate. Then, one day, the master of the village, Master Derek, came to them and told them they were ready to serve the village in a more important way. "You see," he said, " Many of the working men of the town are unmarried. They have natural needs and...urges that must be fulfilled. You shall perform this important service." Chasity cringed at the thought. But she had brought this on herself. If only, if only I had listened to Mistress Samara, she thought, I would be spared this ignominious fate.

However, Master Derek took a shine to Chasity. He and his lady Grace loved how she looked. They had to let the punishment proceed, but only until they knew she would be modest and obedient enough for household service.

Serving day, as it was known throughout the village, came. The slaves were blindfolded. Their arms were bound behind them with the binding gloves. It was uncomfortable, but it meant that the men of the village would be allowed greater access. At least I don't have to see them, Chasity thought to herself. They proceeded to the square, and were latched onto boards that held them. They were completely naked, and Chasity could feel the cool air of morning lightly tickle her pussy. The men came, and waited in line.

Many chose Chasity. They dropped their drawers, then proceeded to insert their cocks into her pussy. They thrust for a couple of minutes until Chasity could feel their hot, sticky load in her pussy. But as the day went on, the continued thrusting of cocks into her pussy finally made it moisten, then drip with wet pussy juices, until finally the last man, a soldier by trade, thrust his hard cock deep into her and made her came. She shook right there, grateful it was over, and strangely exhilarated that a man's cock could make her come. That had never happened before.

Chapter 18: Chasity's New Master And Mistress

Chasity was grateful that she didn't have to do well duty anymore. However, when not used and abused in the marketplace, she was tied up. She was blindfolded, a ball gag placed in her mouth, her arms restrained with the restraining gloves behind her back, her ankles spread apart with a butt plug up her ass, and then her pussy plunged into a dildo. The worst part was not the pain in her ass or the soreness of her muscles, but the arousal she felt that would not be satisfied. It was only satisfied once a week when the filthy peasants plunged their cocks into her pussy.

Occasionally though, she was turned around, and they only plunged their cocks into her ass. This was most uncomfortable, but like many other things she got used to it. But as time went on, Master Derek saw her and desired her more and more.

One day he brought lady Grace to see the proceedings. She was shocked and horrified that such a pretty girl should be used this way. She gasped in horror. "It is the law." Derek reminded her, but the look in her eyes told him that he must act fast.

One day, as Chasity was restrained, Derek ordered her to be released from the restraints. The servants dutifully, if confusedly, complied. When Chasity was removed from the restraints, Derek whispered to her softly, "Bend over. I must make sure that your pussy will still be supple enough for me and my lady, Grace.

Chasity was just grateful to be free from the restraints, and so she did as she was told. She bent over and then Derek undressed and plunged his magnificent cock into her pussy. He thrust for a long time, making her pussy wetter and wetter and getting her more and more aroused until she finally climaxed and exploded. Derek soon exploded after her, and she could feel his warm load warm the inside of her pussy.

Chasity was handcuffed, and leg irons placed on her ankles. She was gagged and a leash placed on her collar. Derek led her through the streets to his house. "You have one final test, " he said. "You must please lady Grace."

Lady Grace came into the room. "Ahh yes, you are quite a lovely slave. Let us proceed to the bedroom." There they tumbled onto a soft bed with soft silk sheets. Chasity luxuriated in its softness. Then Grace got on the bed, completely naked. Chasity was also naked, and feeling the wetness in her pussy. She proceeded to place her tongue on Grace's pussy and licked her outer lips and then her clit, increasing the pace until finally Grace came.

Grace then said, "I have an idea." She brought a gag with a dildo at the end, and put it on Chasity. Chasity proceeded to plow into Grace's pussy. As she thrust, Grace's back arched as she trembled and became aroused. Finally she came again. She shivered and trembled as the climax went through her body.

Then she finally said, "Now it's your turn. " But it was not what she expected. Derek arrived, completely naked. Chasity had not seen it before, but he was an incredible physical specimen. He was perfectly toned, and his rock hard cock was ready for action. As Chasity lay on her back, Derek plowed into her pussy once more. She writhed and squirmed with passion as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. It seemed like hours, but finally, she shook all over as the most explosive climax took over her body. Derek shook too as he came. She again felt the hot fluid pump into her pussy.

They were all exhausted, and very pleased. Derek chained Chasity to a very comfortable bed and they all drifted to sleep with dreams of other exploits they would have in the future.

Chapter 19: The Gauntlet

After much training, Ella knew that the slaves would soon be assigned to their respective duties. But what would the final initiation be like. Mistress Samara would soon provide an answer.

Mistress Samara entered the room and said, " Today, you all shall run the Gauntlet. Those who succeed shall serve in the palace. Those of you who fail shall be subjected to...other tasks. "

Ella gulped. Would her training be sufficient? She certainly hoped so.

The slaves were lined up and boots were placed on their feet. A dildo and a butt plug were each inserted. The strapped gloves were placed one their arms and bound behind their backs. Ball gags were inserted, and to make this especially difficult, leather blindfold masks were placed around their head. The slaves could not see what was about to happen.

The slaves were leashed and taken to another chamber. Here, on either side the mistresses lined up with riding crops to whip the slaves. The slaves were to run one by one through the gauntlet to the end. Any slave who didn't make in the time allotted would be punished.

Ella went first. Led only by instinct, she ran through the gauntlet as the mistresses whipped her backside mercilessly. She could feel the stings as her ass turned red from the repeated beatings. Also, she could feel the heaviness in her ass from the butt plug. And she was getting wet, very wet and aroused as the dildo in her pussy rocked back and forth as she ran. She ran as fast as she could, then finally made it to the finish line.

"Good job!" Mistress Samara said. Then the others went through. Most made it, but a few did not.

A lovely blonde girl, with perky tits and a tight ass named Ginger, managed to stumble. She was picked up, and set aside from the other slaves. Gregory, that lovely specimen of manhood, also stumbled. He trembled as he realized his desire to serve in the castle was ruined.

"Well done, slaves!" Mistress Samara said. "You shall go on to the palace. The rest of you shall serve the military. That is all."

Ella and the other slaves were taken to a chamber, and forced to kneel. Their boots were removed and replaced with high-heeled shoes. Most ladies wore a type of boot, but these were not ladies. As Ella would later discover, these were preferred for slaves, since they made their asses taut and their tits more pert. They were restrained by manacles onto set platforms. Then the servants removed the dildo from her pussy and began to thrust the mechanical dildo up her pussy. She was getting more and more aroused until she finally came.

But the servant continued. She and the other slaves moaned and writhed as they came over and over again. Ella was relaxed after coming so many times. The slaves were untied and then taken back to their beds.

Gregory and Ginger were not so lucky. They were taken to a similar room and restrained the same way, but the butt plug was removed instead. The mechanical dildo pushed into their asses again and again. They felt a tingling buzz, but no release as their asses felt the dildo push in further and further. Then, several mistresses came into the room. Luckily, they were blindfolded, so they didn't see what happened next.

The first mistress removed the ball gag from Ginger's mouth. Ginger gasped for air. "Not so fast, " the mistress said. "I have something for you to put in that little mouth of yours."

The mistress was wearing the strap-on dildo. She shoved it violently into Ginger's mouth. Ginger sucked harder and harder, like she was sucking a real cock. Then another mistress came, and inserted her dildo into Ginger's mouth. The same thing happened to Gregory.

By the time it was over, their jaws were quite sore from all of the use. They were then taken into a dark corner of the room, and there restraints were removed. Then new restraints were put on. The blindfolds stayed on. The butt plugs were re-inserted, and then manacles put on the arms and legs. Their hands were restrained in front of them, just far enough away that they couldn't pleasure themselves. Then manacles were shackled to their thighs, and these were tied to the arms. They were laid on their backs in this most uncomfortable position.

Ginger felt sore, and even worse she was quite aroused. "Don't worry, " the mistress said, " There will soon be some proper cock in your mouth and pussy to relieve that itch. " Ginger grew terrified as to what that meant. She would soon find out.

Chapter 20: Ginger's Journey

The next day Ginger was prepared for her journey. After being cleaned, she was taken with the other failed slaves and outfitted. Her arms were bound behind her with rope ties. Manacles were put on her ankles. A ball gag was inserted in her mouth, as was the dildo and butt plug. A crude blindfold of fabric was placed over her eyes, as it was for the other slaves. Simple peasant boots were put on. Then they were lined up, and a chain was run through both sides. Ginger wasn't sure, but she sensed that there was a girl in front of her and behind her.

Chained together, they were taken outside and directed to walk along the dirt road leading to the army barracks. They walked slowly. It was quite uncomfortable, but soon Ginger fell in and was able to maintain a pace that allowed her to walk. The rope burned her arms, and occasionally she would feel the crisp shock of a riding crop landing on her ass, soon making it quite red, but also letting her know to pick up the pace. The pace was just fast enough that she could feel the butt plug ride up her ass, and she became aroused, but could not come, as the dildo in her pussy rubbed against her.

Finally they reached the barracks, and they were untied. "Aw, fresh meet, I see, " a man said, " These will make excellent slaves."

Ginger now found out what the mistress had meant earlier. The slaves were lined up onto a pillory. They were still blindfolded, but the huge arm of the pillory was locked over her head and arms. They hung out, and she was bent over. Perfect for pushing her ass out for presentation.

Some soldiers began lining up. Each dropped his trousers as he climbed the platform, and then, cock erect, he plunged it deep inside her pussy. More came and plunged their cocks inside her. This made her incredibly aroused, but she couldn't quite come. Occasionally, a soldier would miss the mark and she would feel his cock go deep inside her ass. This led to an uncomfortable sensation that soon became quite pleasant as he plunged deeper and deeper into her ass. She could feel the warm liquid come out of him and drip down into her ass crack.

Finally, a soldier came before he. He mounted a small stool, and took out her ball gag. "It's time the bitch got a proper cock in her mouth, " he exclaimed. He jammed his erect cock deep into her mouth, down her throat, causing her to gag. He pushed deeper and deeper. Meanwhile, a soldier was ramming her pussy from behind. He came, and she could feel the warmth gush from him. Then she came as the man in front came. Her body shook violently and she trembled as her climax overcame her. At that moment, she could also taste the warm, salty come on her tongue.

She was finally removed from the pillory, and taken to a dark stable. There she was placed on a mat. Her arms and legs were attached to each side of the frame, and she was spread eagle. Her pussy was open and available for another cock to enter it. Then the man restraining her undid his trousers and shoved his hard cock deep inside her. She became wetter and wetter as he thrust more quickly and deeply into her pussy. She came again, and felt a profound sense of relief come over her.

Chapter 21: The Dog Show

Anastasia and Druzilla, now named Fido and Fluffy, were very content. But Master Benedict was very proud of his pets, and wanted to show them off. They had been trained well, and now it was time to show them off at this year's Dog Show.

The nobles put on a show each year to show off their best breeds. Fido and Fluffy were outfitted as usual, and then placed in cages and carried into a cart. This cart had four ponygirls in front of it. It hauled them along the road to the dog show.

Once they arrived, they were put on a leash and allowed to drink water out of a bowl. They lapped the water up greedily, for it was quite a journey. Then Master Benedict came and took Fido. He walked her on all fours by her leash and went through a stylized route through the show hall, displaying her for all to see. She loved all the adoration.

Then, it was Fluffy's turn. She was walked through the arena. Everyone gasped at how amazing she looked, and how perfect her response. She became aroused as the tail rocked inside her ass and the dildo in her pussy pushed further inside her, rubbing hard against her clit. After she was done she was led back to her cage.

The judges tallied the vote. There was much discussion, but they decided to award Fluffy with Best in Show. This was an amazing honor. She was taken to the winner's podium, and her ordinary collar replaced with a gold collar.

Then a strapping young male puppy was brought out. Lord Benedict announced to the crowd, " Fluffy here, shall be mated with Rover here." Rover had a beautiful brown suit, and a massive erect cock that began to grow.

Fluffy's dildo was removed from her pussy, and then Rover began to mount her. She became more and more aroused as he thrust deeper and faster inside her. Finally, she came, and moaned with glee. It had been a long time since she felt a cock inside her.

Then Master Benedict removed her tail. Sport, the puppy who had mounted her at the race, began to jam his hard cock directly into her ass. This hurt at first, and shocked her. But as he thrust deeper and faster, she began to feel a strange, pleasant sensation come over her. It was like waves of pleasure undulating through her body as the nerves in her ass were rubbed and stimulated.

Then another puppy was brought over, and another one. Some went deep inside her ass, while others shoved their cocks deep into her pussy. She came again and again as each puppy stud mounted her.

While the last puppy was mounting her ass, another found her mouth and quickly removed the ball gag and inserted his cock in her mouth. She gasped as it was inserted, and the puppy began shoving deeper and deeper through her mouth into her throat. She finally began to bob her head quickly back and forth. Then he came. She licked the precious drops of come greedily off the shaft and head of his cock. Then she came once more. Her body shaked as she felt the climax flow through her whole body.

The tail was re-inserted, and she was taken back to her cage. Certainly being Best in Show would entitle her to a special treat!

Chapter 22: Gregory's Voyage

Gregory was to take a slightly different path than the others. He and the other male slaves who failed that day were restrained for their voyage to their new slave positions. His arms were tied with rope behind him. His wrists were tied, then there were ties just above the elbow. This made it difficult to walk. But what made it more difficult was the chastity belt put on him. It had a dildo in the rear that slipped into his ass. It was very large. The front had a leather sack that held his cock.

He and the other slaves were put in short boots with a ring on the outside. A lock was placed around a chain. He was chained in between two other slaves. Finally, a ball gag and hood were placed on his head. This restricted his vision. As soon as they were ready to go, a couple of masters slapped the slaves on the ass with the riding crop and they were off. Gregory soon maintained the pace they wanted, a slow steady pace that ensured that he wasn't hit again with the riding crop. Though occasionally he was hit just because the masters were a bit sadistic, and like seeing the red marks on his ass.

This pace accentuated the heaviness he was feeling in his ass. The dildo kept riding and stimulating the nerves in his ass. Also, he was beginning to feel his cock grow as the leather rubbed on it. But never quite enough to get him off. They continued for a little ways, then arrived at the port.

Here there was a low platform with some stairs. Everything but his chastity belt and boots were removed, though now shackles were placed on his ankles so he couldn't escape. A salty sea dog came to inspect his now nearly naked body.

"Hmmm, this looks like a good one, " said Captain Freeman. He was an older man, with thinning hair, and a salt and pepper goatee. His dark eyes gave him away as a grizzled old sea dog, which he was, having served over 20 years, 10 years as captain. "Nice tone here, " he said.

Then he proceeded to look Gregory over. He started to blush slightly. He looked him over, then came around the back side. The chastity belt was removed by one of the masters. He reached over and slid two fingers up Gregory's ass. This hurt a little, but also tingled. Then he said, "We'll take that one. " Then he addressed Gregory, "You must be quite...nervous. Well, go on now, relieve yourself. "




The Traning of Cinderella



Gregory was confused at first, but then realized that the captain meant for him to grab his cock by the hand and manipulate it until he came. His cock began to grow hard, and he started breathing heavily until he came to a climax. "Take him on board. " Captain Freeman growled.

Gregory was led on a gangplank onto a ship. He gave a dismayed look. He had never left home, much less been out to sea. He was put in a hold, where he was chained to the wall, hands spread apart. A butt plug was placed in his ass, and a spreader bar spread his feet. Then a large rod with a dildo at the tip was placed, and he was made to sit on it. It felt huge going in, and he soon became sore. He tried to groan, but a gag was placed on his mouth. This gag had a huge dildo on the inside, that filled his mouth and went to the back of his throat.

His cock began to grow, and he started to feel aroused. He almost felt that if he could slide up and down the dildo he might come. However, he was immobilized while the ship set out to sea.

Later that evening, Captain Freeman gathered some men and spoke, "I know these sea voyages can be long, and difficult. I know some of you will need relief on such a long voyage, as I no doubt will." A couple of men sniggered quietly. "This here slave is ours to use for the voyage, " Captain Freeman continued, "Provided you obey the rules. Now, let's try him out."

Gregory was removed and a small pillory was brought. Gregory's limbs were heavy as he was bent into the pillory and the stocks brought over to secure his arms. His gag was still firmly in place. Then, one man after another proceeded to drop his trousers and stick his hard cock up Gregory's ass. The jostling and motion made the dildo in his mouth go up and down his throat. He could feel the warm fluid as each man took his turn and came inside him. The rubbing started to make him feel ecstatic, and his cock grew hard. Finally, the men were done. The Captain Freeman shoved his cock inside Gregory. That was the hardest cock Gregory had ever felt.

Finally it was over. Gregory was taken to a corner, and his legs were manacled and secured to a ring on the floor. He laid on a mat. He was still very hard, and the men had left, so he relieved himself by rubbing his cock with his hands until he came.

Chapter 23: Graduation

Ella was excited and nervous about the big day. This part of their training would soon be over, and then they would move on to their next duties. The mistresses assembled all of the female slaves, and Mistress Samara announced, "You have but one task left. You will be placed in your new uniforms, and made to walk to the other side of this room. That will be the ceremony that establishes your new identity. "

Ella was dressed like the other slaves. She was fitted with a chastity belt. This had two dildoes, one on each side. The first went securely up her pussy and the other up her ass. This was the larger than any of the butt plugs they had used, and Ella could feel it immediately. This belt had rings, to which cuffs were attached. Her hands were cuffed to the belt, so they were restrained at the side. A corset was placed on her, and then tightened. At first, she gasped, for now her tits were shoved up, and her belly constricted.

Then silk stockings were placed on her legs. Garters were placed at the top to hold them. Then she was placed in high heel shoes, and her ankles were cuffed together. She could walk, but only very slowly. She made her way across the room. My my! She thought to herself. These shoes are harder to walk in then those glass slippers. She walked, but every step accentuated the dildo in her ass, and each step made her more aroused as the dildo in her pussy rubbed against her clit. She finally made it to the end, and Mistress Samara strapped a collar with her name engraved on the front, and the word 'slave' on the back. Then a leash was attached and Samara took her to a wagon. It was nicer then the previous ones, and there her wrists were cuffed to the wall. This would be a very uncomfortable ride indeed, but she would soon start her new life.

Some of the other girls were not so lucky. A beautiful, brown-haired girl named Sarah managed to trip. She was quickly seized by the mistresses and set aside. Most of the girls graduated, and as they did, they were taken to the wagon to start their new lives.

Sarah was taken to another room, and there she was secured until they came to take her to her fate: the maid's quarters. Sarah was restrained on her back on a board raised from the floor. It had cuffs and her wrists and ankles were restrained. The gag was still in her mouth. A blindfold was placed over her eyes. Then a servant brought in a new contraption. This had two dildoes, one on top and one on the bottom. The servant slid part of the platform away and Sarah's ass dropped into place. She could feel it dangling in the cool air. Then the device was placed over her, and the servant began to operate the crank. This propelled the dildoes into her ass from below, and her pussy from above.

The ball gag muffled her cries, as she began to get aroused as both dildoes went into her simultaneously. Finally, she began to come. An explosive shiver went thought her body. The device was removed and she was left on the table until morning.

Chapter 24: Sarah Becomes a Maid

Sarah did not graduate, and so now she was going to be a common household servant. She was unstrapped and then cleaned. Then her arms were bound behind her with three straps that immobilized them. A chastity belt with two dildoes was placed around her waist. Then a silk slip was placed over her body. Her legs were put into those same high heels, and cuffs around her ankles. A double-sided dildo gag was placed in her mouth. One dildo on the outside to show her shame at being a lowly servant, and another on the inside, a large dildo that nearly gagged her as it went down her throat.

She was placed in a wagon with the others, and they rode to their new home. She was greeted by a surly looking woman in a maid's outfit. It had a short skirt and built-in apron. She was wearing nylons and high-heeled shoes. The skirt was short, and at the top of the dress her cleavage peeked out. This is what all the maids wore.

Sarah was removed from the wagon and taken to her new home. When she arrived, she was in a kitchen area. Off to the left was a room, where there was a bed. "So deary, got yourself in a mess, have you? " The head maid said, " Don't worry, it's not as bad as they say. You'll get used to it right quick. But first, you must be of service to me." The head maid lifted her short skirt and pulled down her panties. "There's a reason you have the dildo on your face. You best be using it now. "

Sarah understood immediately. She kneeled on the floor while the head maid was seated on the bed. She began to ram the dildo into the head maid's pussy. It gagged her as the dildo on the other side of the mask went deeper into her throat, but she pushed it in harder and harder, until the head maid cried out in ecstasy and came. A little of Sarah's pussy juices trickled down her leg. She really wanted relief.

"Oh, I'll relieve you dearie, " the head maid said. She put on a double sided dildo that slipped in her pussy, then laid Sarah on the bed. She proceeded to remove her chastity belt and began mounting her. Sarah moaned through the gag as the head maid quickened her pace. Finally they both came with an explosive orgasm that made pussy juices come out of them.

Chapter 25: Sarah's Service

Sarah was put into her maid uniform. It was at least nice to be dressed again, and not nearly naked like during training she thought to herself. The head maid told her, "Just dust the place."

This was easier said than done. While her hands were free, she was still forced to wear a ball gag and the ankle cuffs. A collar with her name on the front and the word 'bitch' on the back secured her neck. In those shoes, she moved very slowly. Still, she dusted every room she was told to. She was actually quite proud of herself, and while she might not be a slave, she at least could do something.

Once she was done, she was ready to retire for the day. "Not so fast, " the head maid said, " You missed a spot. " Where? Sarah thought. "For that, the head maid continued," you will be punished."

A leash was attached to Sarah's collar and she was dragged into the servants quarters. "Bend over on this chair, " the head maid ordered. Sarah complied, and she gasped when she felt the first stroke of the paddle. Her ass started turning red. The head maid whacked her nine more times with the paddle.

Then, some of the male waitstaff entered, eager for some relief. One by one, they dropped their trousers and proceed to ram their cocks into her. Some preferred to slam into her pussy, but others preferred her ass. A particularly large cock went up her ass, and her back stiffened as she felt the hard cock go further inside her.

Finally, one more cock came into her pussy. He rammed deeper and harder, and she began to be sopping wet. Finally they both came. She shuddered as she felt the climax overcome her.

She reached down to lift her panties over her ass and pussy, and realized that they were sopping wet. She just might have to miss another spot sometime!

Chapter 26: The Stepmother's Fate

As the wagon went along, carrying Ella to her new fate as a slave in the castle, she began to wonder what had happened to her stepsisters and her stepmother. Had they to endure the same fate as she, or something worse?

Well, as we have already seen, her stepsisters are quite content as puppies. But her stepmother had a far worse fate. For you see, while society at this time was very strict and hierarchical, being a slave meant a chance to serve and possibly to be rewarded for service with freedom and status. However, even the lowliest peasant was still regarded more highly than a slave.

However, among slaves there were three distinctions. The highest was called a slave. That is what Cinderella had become. Below that are bitches. This is given to men and women, for they can be exploited for their sex anytime. A male is certainly someone's 'bitch' if a cock can be stuffed up his ass or in his mouth anytime.

Below that, the lowest class of person, was the whore. Men could be called this too. The lowest had the contempt of society, and were treated, or rather mistreated, accordingly. They had the hardest lot, and to escape their fate, they usually had to escape and go to a land far away. This was the stepmother's fate.

On the night of the ball, the Prince's men came to collect the stepmother, and to start her degradation to being a whore. She was dragged out and stripped of all her clothes. She was shocked that she had been forcibly made naked. She started to blush, which she never did before. They put a black leather hood over her face. This obstructed her vision and muffled her cries of agony. A set of nipple clamps were attached to her nipples. This made the sore, and a heavy chain connected them, about ¼ inch thick. Then she was hogtied with rough rope and put in the back of a wagon.

She was all very afraid, for she had no idea what terrible torments she would endure in the months and years to come. She was taken to a terrible dungeon, all of stone, and lit by candles. It was rather dark, but she could make out the figure of a man with a hood.

He intoned, " I am the dark master." You will submit to any torture I desire of you. You are the lowest of the low, whore." For you see, from now on, she would never be called by her rightful name. Only by the shameful epithet 'whore'.

She was released from the hog tie and summarily tossed on the ground. "Kneel, whore!" the dark master said. She kneeled. Then his assistant, dressed in a similar outfit, took a brand to her back, right above her ass, and branded her with the word 'whore'. Now her fate was sealed. No longer would she be allowed to mingle in polite society. She jumped once the burning iron seared her flesh. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced. And it would leave a permanent and quite visible scar.

"You will be trained by me until you are ready to begin your final sentence." The dark master said in an ominous tone.

She was dragged by a leash on her collar to a device. This device had two dildos on sticks coming from the bottom. She was quickly secured in the device. Her neck was locked into place with metal hinges. This was also done with her arms and legs. Her arms were raised above her head and locked into place, and then a spreader bar spread her legs as wide as they could go. She could feel the moisture from her crying and sweat began to condense inside the hood.

The dildoes were jammed into her ass and pussy. Her hood was taken off her head long enough for her to gasp as she saw what had happened to her. Then another hood was put on. This had a huge dildo that inserted into her mouth, and nearly choked her. "With a whore like you, we must always make sure all your holes are filled to the brim, " the dark master said maniacally.

He left her there to suffer all night. She soon became sore, and her body ached all over. Her ass and pussy ached with the dildoes shoved deep inside them, and her legs began to quiver. Her cries for help went unheeded, and she choked whenever she tried to speak because of the huge dildo rammed deep into her throat.

Chapter 27: The New Whore at Hard Labor

When she awoke, she was taken out of the harness, and then stripped. This was just long enough to douse her with two buckets of ice cold water. She recoiled when the water hit her skin.

Then a ball gag was placed inside her mouth. She had never experienced this, and began to salivate like a dog all over it. A heavy iron collar was placed around her neck, then heavy iron handcuffs and ankle cuffs to prevent her from escaping. Finally the nipple chain was replaced with a heavier one, with heavier and more painful clips, and with two heavy weights attached. This weighed her breasts down and made her quite uncomfortable.

"Today, " the dark master said," You are to drag rocks from the other side of the room to this side of the room. You shall pick them up, one by one, and then transport them to the other side. If you do not do this properly, you will be whipped. "

The whore proceeded to do this all day. She was sore and tired, and the nipple clamps weighed down her chest, and made her nipples red and tender. They rocked back and forth as she carried the heavy rocks. She did this for a few hours. Finally, the dark master returned, and she was given some gruel. She had to lap it out of a bowl on the ground.

"You did not do this job correctly, " the dark master said in his ominous voice. "You must be punished."

She was locked into a pillory, and a spreader bar was placed between her ankles. Then the dark master proceeded to whip her. Already sore from the previous night and from her labor, she was even more in pain when the lash hit her ass. It left painful red welts that continued to smart for hours after her punishment. He whipped her thirty times. Each time, she braced herself for the shock of horrible pain. Yet, it was doubly tormenting because her pussy was beginning to grow wet, and she was getting quite aroused.

This continued for a few days. Each day she did her labor, then was whipped mercifully, then put back in the contraption for the night. After awhile, the discomfort lessened as she got used to the routine, and her tits adjusted to the heavy weight of the nipple clamps.

One day, she was done with the labor of moving the rocks, and she got to endure another new torment. The dark master fastened her to a contraption with three dildoes, one for her mouth, pussy, and ass. She was completely naked except for the collar and the spreader bar for her legs. She was restrained by having her arms buckled in, just like with the other contraption.

Only, this contraption had a crank. Once his assistant started it, the dildoes began ramming into her mouth, her ass, and her pussy. She was getting more and more aroused, but she could do nothing to alleviate the sensation. This went on for a long time, until she was let out of the contraption. She was fed the gruel, and then locked into a cramped cage.

This took place for a while, until she was ready for the next stage of her torment. One day, instead of being taken to the device, she was taken to a table with straps and was secured to it, Now spread eagle, with only a ball gag to stifle her screams, the dark master took a candle and began to drip hot wax on her. He also took a device, with a wheel with sharp nubs, and ran over her body. It tickled her intensely. The master could see that she was quite wet, so he eventually put her back on the machine, where she finally was able to come. She had never felt so good, for the pressure in all three holes erupted in a climax that went through her whole body, to every fiber of her being.

Now she was ready for the final stage, her encasement.

Chapter 28: The Whore Becomes a Living Statue

One day, the whore, as she would be forever called, was hog-tied with heavy rope, and a hood placed over her head. She was thrown unceremoniously into the back of a cart and wheeled to the palace dungeon. She was to be encased for the first time.

When she got to the dungeon, the dark master was there to complete the transformation. A black leather suit went all they way from her head to her foot, encasing her arms and legs. She could not be heard, and it was so dark that she could see no light. Some air came in, but otherwise her body was completely rigid. This suit had three dildoes built into it, so her mouth, pussy, and ass felt the constant pressure.

Then she was wheeled to an area of the palace and placed there as a statue. You see, the king liked to have human-like statues all over his palace. They would be rotated as he needed new arrangements, and when he needed to throw parties. She was now completely immobilized. Even if she tried to escape, the brand on her backside would give her away.

Once she was done, she would be removed from the suit and tossed into a cage, with only a bowl of gruel and water to satisfy her. This was made difficult by the fact that her hands were usually braced with gloves and placed behind her back. This way she could not try to release her arousal by touching herself. Having no other recourse, she had no choice but to adjust to her situation. At least she was beautiful art that everyone admired, even if they didn't know it was her. She ironically got more attention now than she ever did when free. She was a whore, and she wore the mark of her shame with pride.

Chapter 29: The Slaves' Ball

Ella finally arrived at the palace. She was removed from the wagon, and taken to a bath. Finally, a proper bath! She thought to herself. She luxuriated for awhile, until the head mistress came in. She was tall, and had beautiful blonde hair and a wonderfully heaving bosom.

The slaves were gathered to hear her announcement. "Tonight, " she said, "You will entertain the nobles. Those who do well will be granted special favors. Those of you who do not do well will be punished. You will be dressed for the occasion. "

Ella was taken by an attendant to the dressing room. The lovely scent of roses pervaded the room. She was dressed with a bra and thong, which covered her pussy but went straight into her ass crack and showed off the amply round cheeks. Then silk stockings were placed on her, and high-heeled shoes. She was much better at walking in the shoes, and was ready for the party. The rush of excitement and anticipation made her pussy wet.

The slaves were led by leashes into the main chamber, a huge hall where the king was entertaining guests. The slaves were lead into the hall, ball gags shiny and new, and a delightful outfit offering easy access to all.




The Tranny Trucker



A gust of freezing wind blasted across my face. I succumbed to worries of frostbite as I walked aimlessly along the side of the highway.

The wind of passing trucks nearly knocked me off my feet. This must have been dangerous. It's something I should have considered. 

My parents separated about a year ago. It was a tough ordeal. I won't get too much into that. My mother moved to Ohio. We had a rocky relationship but I visited during holidays. This was one of those visits. Christmas is only days away and I'm stuck out here in the cold. I have to get back to Michigan. 

That's easier said than done with no transportation nor money. Mom and I had a big fight. She kind of kicked me out and I kind of stormed out at the same time. Being brave like that wasn't so difficult with the sun out and the freezing temperatures kept at bay.

I didn't know how I'd get home. The cold was impairing my brain. I couldn't even feel my ears anymore. Another truck passed by, the wind resulting from it really did knock me down this time. I was small and skinny so it didn't take much. 

Another truck's headlights were on me. I looked back. The massive big rig was slowing. They must have felt I was in some serious trouble. Well, I was, wasn't I? Wait, what if I couldn't trust the person who was stopping? I'd never met them so what if they wanted to rob me?

The truck pulled over to the shoulder. I waited on the ground in the grass as I heard the driver's side door open. I waited another moment and then stumbled to my feet as I caught my first glimpse of the driver.

The guy was dressed in a big winter coat. I couldn't get a look at him as he approached.

"Yeh alright over there?" The person called out. 

It wasn't a man at all. The person had a woman's voice. It was kind of rough but seemed sympathetic to my situation as well.

"Ummm... yeah... kinda. I think I'm alright."

"Oh yeh sure don' look it. What ta hell yah think yer doing out here at this time? An' in this cold." 

The woman walked closer and I got a better look at her. She was a little plump and quite large in general. Her face was round and she wasn't ugly. The first lady trucker I'd ever seen up close. She looked to be around forty or forty-five years old. 

"I'm heading back home if I can get there. I didn't mean to make you stop..."

"Where's home, boy? An' what's yer name?"

"I'm Travis... and home is back in Michigan."

She seemed to look over her shoulder a moment, "Well now that's too long ta walk. I don't want yeh out here in this cold. Something bad could become of you. I can take yeh as far as teh border. How'd that sound?"

"I... I don't want to be any trouble..." 

She interjected, "No trouble." 

I thought for a minute. Things couldn't get much worse than they were now. I didn't know this strange woman but getting as far as the border would be nice. It would probably only be a day's drive and then I could call a cab in Michigan and pay them once I got home. My future looked much better with this woman's offer than without it. It was so damn cold.

"Come on now. It's dangerous out here with these cars passing like this."

I nodded a yes. The woman bridged the last few feet between us and shook my hand. Like the rest of her, they were very large for a woman. She had a few inches on me in height as well. 

"My name's Daisy."

"Nice... nice to meet you, Daisy. Thank you for stopping." I shook her hand limply. 

Daisy led the way back to her truck. My eyes wandered to her backside. I watched her big butt wobble back and forth in the thick pants while we walked. I was ashamed that an erection began to form in my pants.

Daisy opened the passenger's side door for me. The wheels on this truck were the biggest I'd ever seen. I practically had to climb just to make the first step up the side of the truck. Daisy pushed me with a firm hand up the rest of the way. She slammed the door behind me.

I got my first glance inside the vehicle. Directly behind the two seats was a bed. Off to the side was some rudimentary cooking equipment. Daisy must live here. I didn't understand how, having lived with all the amenities of a house my entire live.

Daisy walked around the back of the truck and came around the driver's side. She stepped up into the truck without any trouble. 

"You look some kinda freezin'," Daisy turned up the heat in the truck, "How about I get yeh a blanket?"

Daisy slipped between the two seats, her side brushing into me, and grabbed a quilt off her bed. She slung it around my shoulders, smiling for the first time. I feigned a smile back, though I wasn't terribly excited about my situation. 

Daisy plopped down in the driver's seat. She started the truck and threw it into gear. I noticed the many dials and other pieces of equipment in the dashboard. A radio hung nearby. I watched her flip a couple switches and then give the truck some gas.

I looked out the windshield and was amazed at how high we were. Everything else was small and insignificant. My only experience close to this was being on the second level of a train. This seemed somehow cooler. My perspective, going from walking along the highway, to traveling it in this massive piece of machinery, put a smile on my face.

"You don' mind me askin' how yeh ended up on teh side of ta road? Yeh didn' really answer earlier." 

I looked across at Daisy, whose eyes were still on the road before answering. "I got thrown out. I couldn't think of any other option but walking with no money. I'm very grateful to you for stopping like you did."

"Options? No, there never are many. Prob'bly happens more often than yeh think." 

There was a lull in the conversation. The truck cab was warm now. I was a little restless, straining against the seat belt. Daisy must have noticed it.

"Yeh sure yer alright? You look a little flush. Prob'bly some rest would do yeh good." 

"I think I'm okay."

"At least take a drink, kiddo," Daisy picked her thermos up from the cup dispenser and offered it to me, "Here."

I shook my head no.

"Don' be afraid of germs now. Go 'head and take a drink." She offered me the thermos again.

I tentatively took it from her hand. I unscrewed the top and gingerly took a sip. It tasted like warm mint chocolate. I took another sip and put it back down.

"I imagine we'll be beddin' down in an hour or two."

"Umm... what do you do for that?"

"We'll park at a rest stop and close up for teh night. I got teh bed back there. Nothing special, you know." 

I turned my head and looked over the bed again. It looked barely big enough to fit Daisy. I started to wonder why she would live like this.

"Do you like... doing this?"

She glanced over at me, "Driving, yeh mean?"

"Yeah."

"Mmhmm. I won't be on teh road too long this time. Just carryin' some electrical supplies back there. Ta money's good."

"That sounds good." 

I suddenly felt like we were sharing a very intimate conversation. I was wearing the quilt she slept with. She slept just behind us and spent most of her time living in this truck I assumed. This was her living space. Despite myself, I felt myself attracted to the big woman. She had a southern charm and the girls my age never had curves like Daisy did.

"Teh only bad thing I can say about it is it does get lonely sometimes. Being out there, 'specially on the holidays."

Her words brought me back from my thoughts. I found my eyes drawn back to her, hers were on the road. 

"I bet it would be. Do you ever have family to spend them with?"

"No, no I don't," She said with a hint of sadness, "That's teh way it is."

Before I knew what was happening, my arm had traveled across the gap between us. It rested on Daisy's shoulder. I gently squeezed there. It must be this heightened feeling of intimacy.

"I don't have any family to spend holidays with either as you can see." 

Daisy returned my shoulder squeeze with a pat on my knee, nodding her head while concentrating on the road. Even though it was gone within the span of a couple seconds, I could still feel her hand on my knee. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. It might just be the mind of a teenager, but everything seemed to have an sexual element to it. We weren't even a foot from her bed. I mean this was her bedroom!

We talked longer, learning the basics about one another. She was independently contracting for a company currently. She lived in Cedar Rapids, Iowa and was born in the country down south somewhere. I was too sheepish to ask what state the place she described was in.

She was concerned that I might be sick after my time out in the cold. Daisy seemed very interested in the fight I was having with family. We also talked about what would have happened if Daisy hadn't been there to pick me up.

She said this wasn't the place for a boy like me. I was lucky she had been there because I wouldn't have made it otherwise. Daisy said there were a lot of people out there looking to exploit someone like me and it sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"Yeh really better get to sleep, boy." She finally moved to end the conversation.

I yawned, "Maybe you're right. I can try." I turned over in the seat and closed my eyes.

"Silly. Go on and sleep in teh bed. That's what they're for, yeh know." 

My eyes flared open, "Oh no. I couldn't. Where will you sleep?"

"We'll both make out alright. Now don't you worry about me. Do it." Daisy raised her eyebrow up at me and smiled, "Or I can pick yeh up by yer pants and put you back there myself."

I could see this wasn't an argument I was going to win. I didn't want to either. The prospect of sleeping on a bed instead of the passenger seat was appealing. Besides, I think she really meant it about picking me up and putting me in bed herself.

I let out a little laugh and headed behind the seats. I pulled the mound of covers up and slid underneath them, relishing the warmth. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I laid down. My eyelids starting drooping almost immediately.

"Daisy?"

"Mmmhm?"

"Thank you for helping me."

"Goodnight now, boy... Travis." She told me soothingly. 

I fell off to sleep. My dreams were dark. Literally. I seemed to be stranded in the pitch dark of night. Suddenly I felt a great weight. It pushed me down into the ground and I couldn't move. The weight brought with it warmth. Heavier and heavier it felt and warmer and warmer it got. I woke up with a bit of a start.

"I didn' mean to wake yeh." Daisy whispered.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I took a quick account of the surrounding area, realizing pretty quickly that I was pinned against the back of the cab with Daisy partially on top of me. Her bulky breasts laid on my neck and chest. Her right leg was crossed over mine.

Any normal person waking up to this would naturally be frightened. I wasn't. In a strange way, nothing felt more natural in the world. I was still very groggy though.

"I parked. We're locked in for teh night. It was mighty tough. There's a blizzard out there." 

"Oh."

Another extremely natural thing happened. My cock started to grow. The warmth of her body seemed to melt into mine and being in such close proximity to her tits didn't hurt either. 

"I'm glad I found yah tonight. Curled up in a ball outside. I didn' know what to make of yah." She chuckled. Her leg seemed to stroke up the length of mine, closer to my crotch and the erection I was sporting.

Daisy kissed my forehead, letting her lips linger there. It might have been an innocent kiss, but we just met earlier tonight, even though it felt like we knew each other better than that, and my teenage hormones never perceived any contact from a girl as innocent. 

"Sleep now." She told me, pulling my head deeper into her chest.

I listened but sometime later I woke up again. It felt like a while later. I wasn't sure why I was awake. I was quite warm under the blankets and under Daisy. Her breath seemed steady. She must have been asleep as well.

I was inundated with our current closeness. To say I was inexperienced in sexual things would be charitable. I'd never had this opportunity with a woman before. Daisy probably didn't even see what we were doing through a sexual lens but I sure as hell did. 

My hand was shaking. I didn't know what I was doing. I watched my hand, almost in disbelief, as it hovered over Daisy's body and then fell to her lower back. I felt her body rise and fall in rhythm. Feeling somewhat safer in the situation after a minute, my hand slid lower.

I passed over the seam of her shirt and hit the top of her pants. Going lower, my hand ever so gently cupped her butt. A smile must have washed over my face at that point. I cupped it again, feeling the big thing through her thick pants with my fingers. 

My erection was painfully hard. Daisy's knee dug into the material of my pants and put my cock in an uncomfortable position. I tried, never taking my hand off my backside, to delicately readjust and give myself more room.

I gently pulled the side of my pants, trying to pull it out from Daisy's knee without waking her. The strategy of tugging a few millimeters at a time was working well. I was almost free and excitedly gave it one last tug. Then it happened.

The bed creaked. In an instant, Daisy's hand grabbed my wrist. Yes, the wrist whose hand had been resting on her ass.

"What're yeh doin'?!" Daisy growled. Her grip on my wrist tightened.

While struggling to free myself from her grip I answered, "I... I was just sleeping. Please let me go."

"I didn' know I picked up a little liar. Tell the truth," She sneered, "Or yer gonna get it."

"I'm sorry. So--so--sorry." My eyes started to well up. 

"Thought you'd wait 'til I fell asleep and then cop a feel, huh?" 

"I wasn't thinking. I promise." 

"Do yah have any idea how old I am? Yer just a damn kid."

"I'm nearly twenty years old." 

"An' you think yer a man. Enough of a man to be feelin' on me." Daisy face started to soften, along with her grip on my wrist.

"I'll go if you want me to go. I'm sorry I abused your trust." I told her with sincerity. 

"Oh," Daisy seemed almost hurt and let a minute pass, "Men finish what they start. Is that who you are or not?"

"What... what are you saying?"

"You let your intentions be known. Now are yeh going to follow through?"

I gulped, "Well, yes." 

Daisy smiled. I was relieved that I wasn't in trouble. I didn't want to go from her warm bed to the freezing streets. And now, now it seemed like she was coming on to me. My boner, which had shrunk when she grabbed my wrist, came back in force.

Daisy licked her lips, "A good, strong man pleases his lover first. Are you up to that task? If yer really the man yah say you are."

I nodded my head and opened my mouth to speak. Daisy beat me to it, pressing her lips against mine. We kissed. Her tongue splitting my lips apart and entering my mouth. She pushed and prodded against my tongue, hungrily smacking her lips on mine. She wrapped her arms around my back and I did the same around her broad back. Daisy pulled me closer until her chest ground into mine.

Then I felt it. The hard bulge pressing into my side. I immediately stopped kissing Daisy, my arms around her back going limp. She responded by kissing me harder, her hands mauling my back and backside. 

It was a cock! Daisy was a... a he! I mean she was a woman but she had a cock! The concept wasn't completely foreign to me. I've spent hundreds of hours beating off to various shemale porn and hentai porn. I never thought I'd be this close to one. And I hadn't even known! These revelations invaded my mind while Daisy's tongue invaded my mouth. 

I weakly kissed back, rationalizing that kissing this woman wasn't very different in the end than jerking off to shemale porn. 

Daisy, presumably satisfied that I was 'game' tore her lips off mine and kissed my face over and over again. "Is my man ready to please? I know yah feel what I feel. My girl down there needs some attention."

"Hmm.." I kissed Daisy's full lips again, "What kind of attention does she require?"

"She's very jealous 'cause she wants to be kissed too. Cuddled like we are. She's jealous of my tongue when it slips into yer sweet mouth."

"Well then... I can do that for her." 

I seemed to have a new confidence, my body slipping down Daisy's. Daisy undid her pants and spread her legs. I looked at the pole tenting out of her pants and then rubbed my cheek along it. 

Daisy lifted her butt up and slid her pants down her waist. I picked up the slack, pulling them down the rest of the way. Her cock was left in only a pair of cotton panties. I could see just how large it was. Much larger than mine and I didn't seem to mind.

I attached my lips to her hardness, still through her panties. Daisy let a moan escape her lips at first touch. I could feel just how hard it was. My fingers looped into each end of her panties and peeled them down her thighs. Daisy's cock bobbed out into the open.

Daisy smiled down proudly as her thick tube came into view. Dark blue veins ran up the length of her shaft. The whole thing was capped off by a large purple head, presently leaking a creamy liquid.

Daisy saw my eyes travel up the length and focus in on that big impressive head, "Yeh can start there. Teh cherry on top." She chuckled.

I dragged my tongue over the tip of Daisy's cock. Her hand ran through my hair and pressed my head lower. I panicked, opening my mouth wide to accept the big head. 

"Suck on it real hard and yah might just get yer present at teh end." 

I tried adjusting to having Daisy's cock head in my mouth. It was difficult at first, but I did adjust. Her cock seemed to have a mind of its own, twitching in my mouth and leaking precum. I flicked my tongue across the tip and swallowed the precum that had accumulated there.

The taste was tangy and kind of rich. It didn't seem to have just one flavor. I took another lick, holding the tip tighter between my lips. Daisy seemed overjoyed at these developments. She responded by lightly jabbed her butt upward. That sent another inch of her cock into my mouth. I struggled to stop from choking, getting over my shyness and starting to suck on the inches of cock between my lips.

"Yer gettin' the hang of it, boy. Just make me feel good. Mmm.. just so good."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daisy's big balls. They laid out on the ball, all red and tender looking. My hand crept up the bed and I gently squeezed them in between in my fingers. I pulled them, rubbing my palm on the big things. Daisy seemed to like that.

Meanwhile, my head started bobbing up and down on her shaft. I managed to fit another couple inches into my mouth. I worked my tongue the way I thought would feel good on myself, running it over the underside of her cock head and teasing the shaft with it.

The texture and warmth of Daisy's dick felt good in my mouth. I liked it. That thought sent me a little out of control and I took too much into my mouth. I gagged, then tried to slip my mouth off Daisy's cock. Daisy was there, though. She held my head firmly as just the tip was left in my mouth.

"It's first-time jitters. Don' go leavin' now. Just when it's feelin' so good." 

Daisy took over more control of the situation. She directed my mouth on her cock and wiggled her hips to manage how much of her dick was getting sucked. I concentrated on making the inches that were in my mouth feel as good as possible. 

"An' get them warm hands back on my balls."

I obeyed Daisy, teasing her balls with my fingers again. She lifted her butt up and slid those extra inches of cock meat into my mouth. I shut my mouth hard, partly to bring her the most pleasure and partly to ensure she wouldn't stuff another inch in my mouth, which was already so full with her massive hard-on.




The Tranny Trucker



A mix of my saliva and her precum covered her cock now. I eagerly slurped up the length of her cock to help clean the 'mess' up. Daisy held my head in place next while she bucked upward, fucking my mouth with her dick.

"I'm gonna cum. Yeh hear that?! Mmmm... keep suckin'. Show me how grateful you are that I picked you up."

I kicked my sucking into a higher gear. My jaw was tired but I didn't let on. I wanted her to cum so badly. I wanted this big rod to explode in my mouth. It was about to happen.

Daisy let out a cry and shoved another inch of red-hot cock into my mouth. Her cock seemed to swell even larger in my mouth. Then in the span of an instant, her dick jerked and a jet of cum pumped into my mouth. I swallowed hard on it. The ejaculate didn't stop there. Spurt after spurt of the creamy liquid shot from Daisy's dick.

I swallowed what I could, the rest spilling from my lips and dripping down my chin. Just when I thought Daisy had finally finished, she lurched forward and another massive gush of cream splashed down my throat. I wrestled to maintain my composure, nursing the rest from Daisy's dick.

Daisy finally let her grip on my head go and I pulled my lips off her cock, collapsing on Daisy's thigh. She was sweaty and breathing heavily. Hell, so was I. I looked up and saw her eyes were clenched shut, more perspiration had formed on her brow.

She spoke first, "Pickin' yah up has really turned out well. I didn' think you'd go for this. A girl can dream though..." Daisy rubbed her fingers over my lips, "Yer a good man. A damn good man for that. Now I knew yer just as horny as I was. We're gonna fix that together."

"How?" I asked.

Daisy looked down at me, her eyebrow raised, "The same way yeh woke me up earlier. Yah were lookin' for booty, weren' you?"

I nodded my head. Was Daisy going to let me fuck her? I guess I'd find out.

Daisy pushed me off of her thigh. She leaned down and kissed my cum-covered lips before rolling over on her side. She kicked her pants and panties all the way off her ankles. I got my first good look at her ass. It was big, round and beautiful. Blood rushed to my cock. I reached out for it.

Daisy whipped her sweatshirt off while I rubbed her butt with my hands. My trembling fingers traced along the crack of her ass.

"Why don' yah give it a kiss?" Daisy said, amused.

I attached my lips to Daisy's ass cheek and gave it a loud kiss. She responded with a long laugh. I peppered both big cheeks with long kisses. My tongue rolled over the crack of her ass and Daisy inhaled sharply. I repeated the motion and Daisy's legs tensed.

Slipping my tongue farther between Daisy's crack, I used my hands to split them apart. She didn't smell exactly fresh after who knows how many hours of driving but the taste and smell were so extremely sexual that I couldn't help myself.

My tongue ran around the rim of her asshole. I felt Daisy's entire body squirm from the work of my tongue. I stiffened my tongue and poked it against the quivering entrance to her asshole. 

"Come on an' give me that dick."

I slipped my face from Daisy's ass and hurriedly undid my pants. My pants and coat were discarded in a few short moments. I thought she might reconsider if an extra minute passed. I pulled my boxer shorts down. My cock was as hard as a rock. 

Sensing that I didn't know where to start, Daisy covered her hand in spit and reached around, grabbing my cock, she gave it a couple strokes. Then she pulled me by my cock against her body.

My cock slithered between the globes of Daisy's ass and tucked into the incredible warmness. My cock head pressed against the opening of her asshole. I tensed my cock against it. 

"Alright. Get that dick inside me." 

The resistance into her hole was enormous. Daisy seemed to make it harder by clenching the muscles of her asshole. I struggled to push past her sphincter. 

"Yer gonna have to get tougher than that." She warned.

I grabbed her hips and used them as leverage to stuff my cock into her. The friction was unbelievable and so was the warmth. The tightness of her asshole left me out of breath. Slowly, inch by inch, I eased my cock all the way inside her ass.

I didn't stop until her butt cheeks were pressed against my lower stomach. I was panting heavily and just getting used to the feeling of being inside Daisy when she started humping her ass.

"Come on boy. Let's see what yeh can do."

I tightened my grip on her hips and pressed my cock deep inside Daisy. Pretty soon my cock was diving in and out of Daisy. Our bodies slapped together. I held Daisy's sweaty body tightly. I was starting to really sweat too. My hands circled around Daisy's body and cupped her breasts. My fingers felt like they were disappearing between the big masses of flesh. I twisted her hard nipples and got another moan out of Daisy.

Daisy grunted with each thrust inside her. I was really fucking her now! This was so exhilarating. it really felt amazing. The way her ass muscles contracted around my cock. The warmth was intense.

"Fuck... fuck... you're... so tight..." I whispered.

Daisy tightened her ass even more. It was a strain just to saw my cock in and out. I moved my hands from her breasts and put them back on her hips, squeezing my hand under her body, so I could continue this pace. Daisy's hands covered her tits now and tweaked her nipples.

I couldn't hold out any longer. The cum was boiling in my balls. This was going to turn into my biggest load yet.

"I.. I've gotta cum!!!"

Daisy bounced her fat ass back at me again and again. The friction took me over the edge. With another groan, I began shooting inside her.

"Oh fuck. Fuck me. Give Daisy that spunk!"

I unloaded inside her, shooting more cum than I thought possible, though it still paled in comparison to her load. My cock stayed buried inside her after I had finish cumming. I pressed my head into her neck while we both struggled to catch our breath.

"Good boy," Daisy stretched out her arms, "Still a few hours 'til daylight. Let's sleep."

My spent cock starting shrinking inside Daisy. It eventually popped out of her ass, staying within the warmth of her butt cheeks. We drifted off to sleep.

Many hours later I was woken up by the gentle stroking of my cock. My eyes fluttered open, I let out a yawn, looking up at Daisy, who was pumping her hand on my cock. The gentle stroking became firmer as I fully woke up.

"Good mornin'." She smiled, never taking her eyes off my cock.

My hand wrapped around her back and grabbed a handful of her ass meat, "Hello beautiful." 

"There's too much snow on the ground tah get goin' yet. A lot should clear up by teh afternoon." 

"What do you want to do until then?" I grinned, slipping a finger between her globes of round flesh.

"We should get cleaned up. The place is just openin' up. Let's hit the showers."

I looked slightly surprised. I suppose we could use a shower though and I really had to piss. Daisy threw my clothes at me and we got dressed. She opened the door to the cab and helped me down the big step.

I was a little woozy on my feet but we got inside and Daisy paid to use the services pretty quickly. We did our business in the bathroom and then met back at the stall shower. It was quite small but we both managed to fit inside. Shyly, we scoped out one another's body. 

I soaped up Daisy's back and then did her cock, taking her cock and balls into my hands and washing them extra thoroughly. Daisy did the same for me, pushing me up against the shower wall and planting her lips on mine afterward. We hungrily kissed, rubbing and squeezing the other's body.

We dried off and then ordered food. Daisy blew kisses at me from across the table as our feet wrestled under the table. I had a large appetite after expending so much energy in bed with Daisy last night. Evidently she did too, polishing off two or three helpings of eggs and sausage. 

The snow was still falling when Daisy led the way back to her truck. We got back in, with the benefit of a shower and a big breakfast in each of us. 

"We can get movin' in a few hours." 

"No hurry." I told her. 

"Oh and what do you think we're gonna do 'til then, lover boy?" 

"I don't know. Whatever you want to do." I smiled.

"Well, if yer asking. I want to stuff my monster cock up yer pretty ass." She told me confidently.

I went a little flush. Sucking Daisy off had been one thing. Then fucking her had been another amazing thing. But, her fuck me? 

"Yeh didn' know I wanted a piece of that sweet ass?"

"I... I..." Daisy swooped in and pinned me onto the bed, her lips attacking mine.

"Yeh want it up the ass. I know yah do," Daisy dug her tits deeper into my chest, "I'm gonna make us both feel real good."

"Alright. Alright. I trust you."

Daisy gave me another big kiss before stripping my clothes off. She got hers off next. Her hard cock stood straight out. She grabbed a bottle from under the bed. It must have been some kind of lubrication. 

"Turn yahself around and lemme get a good look."

I did as she said and turned away, my ass pointed up toward her.

"Beautiful little hairless booty for me. Maybe you shouldn' be so trustin'." She chuckled.

I shuddered as I felt her lips against my backside there. She gave the area a few kisses and then lapped with her tongue at the crack before giving it another kiss. Then I heard the bottle snap open. One squirt and the greasy sound of her spreading it over her cock. 

I felt the big head press between my cheeks. Daisy's hands firmly held my hips still. Needless to say, I was more than a little afraid. Daisy pressed her body on top of mine and started kissing the back of my neck. The tip of her cock mashed against my little hole. The slippery head popped inside. I gritted my teeth, getting used to the feel. Daisy went slowly, inching forward inside me. 

"Yer doin' real good. Fuck! An' you thought my ass was tight, huh? Sweet little virgins are even better." 

Daisy's cock went deeper and deeper into my ass. Finally, just when her cock felt like it was churning my insides, I felt her big balls slap against mine. Her stomach was at my back. She had bottomed out inside me. 

Her cock felt thicker than a baseball bat inside me. My asshole quivered and trembled around her size. Daisy slowly withdrew her cock until only half of it was left inside me, then worked it back in.

"Yer gonna get used to this. Then I'll get to do the real fuckin'. Fuck this sweet little hole is so tight!"

Daisy worked her cock in and out slowly until my body adjusted. I felt her heavy breasts spill out on my back as she upped the pace of her thrusting. There was certainly pain but I started getting used to it. Daisy's cock would get all the way inside me and hit a spot that made me moan, then Daisy would moan too.

"This tight booty is getting a real workout. Tell me how it feels. Tell me yeh want more." Daisy whispered.

I whimpered that I did, hugging the pillow under me tighter. This large lady trucker with the big cock who had been a stranger yesterday was more than willing to oblige, ramming her cock into my little ass with a strength I couldn't muster last night when I had my turn fucking her.

Daisy seemed to lose control, snapping her hips and sending her cock as deep as it would go inside me. I took every pulsing inch with muted cries. Her great strength made it seem as though the slippery shaft hammered in and out of me effortlessly.

Daisy with merciless in her rampage on my ass, throwing her weight into my little body. Her cock seemed even stiffer than before. 

"Your ass is gonna make me cum if I'm... not careful. Fuck... you tight little bitch!"

I wondered how often Daisy did this. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, using my body for her pleasure. Did Daisy pick up defenseless men and then get them in bed? That's how this started, with Daisy rubbing up against me in bed. It didn't matter at this point. The mix of pain and pleasure I felt was almost too much to bare and I loved it.

My cock was so hard as it pushed into the bed with each of Daisy's thrusts. She screamed out at the end of every thrust, just as her cock had dug its deepest in me. My hard cock bounced against the mattress again and I couldn't stop for cumming. The warm liquid spilling onto Daisy's sheet. I moaned, slipping my hand between my body and the bed, beginning to stroke my cock while my balls unloaded.

"You came?! Yer cock just burst! Mmmm... it's my turn now! Gonna turn this booty out!" Daisy grunted.

"Do it Daisy! Make that big dick blow!"

Daisy gave a string of hard thrusts into me, ending with a deeper position in my ass than I thought possible. She grabbed my hair and gave a growl so loud that I thought anyone within a mile might hear.

Her cock exploded. Cum flowed like a river, dousing my insides. More and more of the hot load spurted into my ass. Daisy collapsed with her entire weight on top of me. She held me tightly, letting out a few more cries as her cock continued to spew and then attaching her lips to my neck.

The tender walls of my ass had a spasm around her spent cock. I squeezed with my muscles and milked even more cum from her big balls. 

"Yer such a sweet boy, Travis... with an even sweeter booty. Mmmm... I'm gonna need some more of that."

We spent the rest of the afternoon between the sheets. Daisy recovered very quickly and said it was because she couldn't stay soft with me around. We got lunch and then fit in another fucking session.

Once the snow had cleared, she went out of her way to drive me all the way home. I was questioned about who this woman was who'd dropped me off. I didn't answer. The truth was I didn't even know. 

All I knew is we had plans to meet again the next time she was driving through.



The Transaction



In a bank, a big dark skinned man comes near the lady at the counter. She's bored and horny, She's dark-haired and her pale big breasts seem ready to burst out of her bra and her slightly unbuttoned white shirt allows a good view at their curves. She's playing with a pen, biting it some times and sipping on a glass of water.

"I would like to make a deposit." Says the man.

"Sure," the woman answers eloquently as she hands him a form "Sir, please fill this up. How much would you like to deposit and on which account? "

"Babe, I would like to deposit a litre of hot sperm on you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I would like to fill you up with it!"

"Sir, I will have to call up the guard if you don't agree to leave."

"Ok, then call him up…"

"You can't come like that and say that sort of thing!"

"Baby, I've been watching you for days, I can't stand it anymore so either I make sweet love to you or they put me in jail…it's your choice."

She checks on the monitor screen that shows the bank's main entrance and sees there is no one else in the bank except a costumer that's leaving and she closes the bank door by pressing a button under her desk.

"Even if you're hot you can't talk like that to a woman!"

"Listen honey, I'm a blunt man, I don't give no shit, I tell you straight what I want!"

"So… you wanna fuck me?"

"I wanna fuck you."

"You really want to fuck me?"

"Take a look at my pants…I'm dying to fuck you!"

After seeing the big bulk in his trousers she says, "You know this job's so boring, and the numbers… It all makes me so horny, so come over her and fuck me!"

He jumps over the counter and brings her on top of it, he kisses her and grabs her ass, she touches his hard cock.

"Man you're really hard!"

She starts jerking him off and he starts touching her breasts, "Your breasts are so big and soft." He says delighted.

"You want to feel them?"

"Yeah…"

She goes down on him, completely unbuttons her shirt, and takes of her bra revealing her marvellous breasts, her cute nipples hard and pink. As he stares bewildered at those two swollen globes he starts to lick them hungrily.

"Now you can really feel them!" she says with a smile as she takes his dick between her breasts and starts to jerk him off with them.

Feeling the touch of their soft skin and the pressure applied to his whole dick he says,

"Oh baby you're gonna make me cum that way."

"Hey…no way. Wait a minute…I want you to fuck me!!!"

She turns around and shows him her ass; she bends over a little more and with her hand uncovers her pink wet lips. As a drop of her fluid falls to the floor she demands, "Fuck me!"

As he penetrates her from behind her moist vagina swallows him completely.

Savouring the tightness of her lips he exclaims, "Oh baby, you're so warm…It makes me want to come."

"Hold on mother fucker I'm not there yet!" she says back and takes her glass of water with her hand and throws it to his chest, "Cool down will you!"

As it splashes on his firm chest he says, "Ok that fresh water was just what I needed… wow… you're wild!"

"Ah! I am! Give it to me!"

He stars pounding her firmly and she starts moaning, "Ah! Ah! Aouh!"

A man with glasses comes in front of the counter and says, "Excuse me, I would like to make a withdrawal."

Between moans the woman answers, "It's closed, go to the ATM!"

"Oh, ok." He leaves, and later on comes back.

The woman moans louder "ah oooooh ah!"

The man with glasses asks: "Where is the ATM?"

"It's on the street on your left."

"Oh, ok… thanks…" he leaves again.

"Man those costumers…they're are a pain in the ah, aaaahhh ohh yeah baby."

The dark-skinned man starts pounding her harder and faster as he says, "Come on girl, come for daddy!"

"Yeah! Give it to me!" He slaps her ass, "Aouh yeah!"

He slaps her ass again as he feels her vagina clenching his dick and she utters, "Oh no, oh I'm getting there, keep going, keep ahaararghargh!"

"Yeah!…Oh girl you're soaking wet, it's going on the floor… pfew!"

"Oh baby you've just made me come real good!"

"Yeah, and I'm not done yet."

"I thought you were about to come!"

"Almost but not quite…come over here." He sits on her rotating armchair and says and grabs her waist, "Get on top!"

"Sure baby, you wanna make me come again?"

"Yeah! Come on nice and slow."

She sits on him and his dick penetrates her gently, he stars sucking her tits as she starts moaning again.

The man with the glasses re-enters, "Excuse me…I was wondering if I could join in?"

"Fuck off!" says the man energetically.

"Ok…sorry."

The woman then speaks, "honey…that wasn't nice of you!" 

"What do you mean, I don't wanna share with that nerd!"

"Ejem," the man with glasses clears his throat and speaks: "Excuse me…I'm not a nerd, I'm very experienced in Kama Sutra training especially with my hands, I can make a woman come up to ten times with my fingers."

The woman pleads, "Come on honey let him come!"

The man sighs, "oh, all right…"

The man with glasses comes near and tells him: "Actually I can teach you my techniques, it's quite simple; you see, you use your thumb and two fingers, I'll just do it while you keep fucking her."

He stars to touch her clitoris and after a few moments she starts to scream, "Oh! yeah I can't believe it!" as a squirt comes out of the pussy. 

The man keeps playing around with her clit and she utters frantically "Oh! I'm coming again!" another squirt hits the dark-skinned man's chest.

"Oh my,I'm coming again aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...", another bigger squirt splashes his face and wets the floor.

"Now that's what I call a withdrawal!" says the man with glasses with a grin looking at his soaked hand, "Now you try it," he says looking to the other man… "I'll correct you if you're wrong" he puts the guy's hand on her clit, "That's good…now if you don't mind I'll take her ass."

He simply gets on his knees, takes his cock out and penetrates her anus as the other man keeps playing with her clitoris.

"That's it!" says the man with glasses. 

"Oh… I'm coming again!" screams the woman. Her eyes turn white, as the pressure from the two dicks and the fingers start a never-ending chain of orgasms…She comes again and again and again…The floor becomes flooded with her fluids and soon, they're floating on her cum…some dollar bills from the vault of the bank start floating on the surface of the stream…

"Claire!" says her boss, "what the hell are you thinking about… Get back to work!"

As Claire woke up from her sexual fantasy she saw the two costumers waiting to make a transaction: a big dark skinned guy and a man with glasses.



The Transfer



I met Susan Kuriyama when I was doing some computer consulting for the law firm where she worked. Susan was in her early thirties and a specialist in divorce settlements. She had been born in Japan but came to the U.S. with her parents when she was just a year old. When I first saw Susan I was struck by her grace and beauty. She was just shy of 5 feet tall, with a trim athletic body. Her long jet-black hair hung straight down, almost reaching her fantastic backside. Susan had delicate features, with very small hands and feet. It was all topped off with a beautiful smile. I was attracted to her instantly, but was sure she was way out of my league.

To my surprise, on my final day of programming at her firm, Susan approached me and asked if I would like to have dinner Saturday. I'm tall and in good shape and draw some interest from women. However, I've got one little problem that has always caused my relationships to end badly. I'm cursed with a very small penis. Not many women stick around once they see my 3 and a half inch hard on. And when I'm flaccid, it's just an inch long. 

But since Susan seemed so nice, I decided to take a chance and agreed to meet her Saturday night. Besides, I reasoned, she's a small woman. And Japanese. Maybe she's used to smaller cocks. Susan gave me her home address and said she would see me at 7:00 Saturday. I spent the next two days eagerly awaiting our date.

I arrived at Susan's house Saturday night just a few minutes after 7. She lived in a modern looking home in a neighborhood close by the river. A nearly new Mercedes was parked in the driveway. I rang the bell and Susan came to the door wearing a tight fitting black dress. She was a knockout. I hadn't realized how big her boobs were. Her dress showed them off to perfection.

Susan's house was spacious and tastefully furnished. This was obviously a woman who made plenty of money and knew what she wanted. I soon found out that Susan's polite, petite exterior covered up a woman with an iron will and a dominating personality. She offered me a drink and we sat down in the living room. We made small talk about our careers and our families.

After a second round of drinks, Susan asked me if I had been surprised when she invited me to dinner. I had to admit that I was. She then told me the reason why she had picked me. She said she liked men who knew their place and were easily controlled. Susan said that from the first time she saw me she was planning to make me her plaything. She liked my shy demeanor and quietness. And, she said, she was almost certain that I was not well-hung.

I sat there in stunned silence. How could she know this? Susan said my small hands were the first clue. And she had done some subtle crotch watching. The clincher was my failure to flirt with any of the women in the law office. Susan then asked me if would like to prove her wrong. She told me to stand up and undress. Or I could leave.

I was paralyzed with fear, but also captivated by Susan's beauty and commanding presence. I hesitated for a moment, but then gave in to my weakness. I stood up and moved in front of Susan. As she relaxed on the couch I began to remove my clothing. She smiled at me and said she was right about her first theory. I was easily controlled. She said she was ready for her second theory to be tested.

I hesitated when I was wearing only my boxers. Susan grinned and told me to continue the show. Slowly I slipped out of my shorts and stood up. Susan burst out laughing. My tiny pecker was barely visible in the nest of my pubic hair. Susan could hardly contain herself. Between fits of laughter she said I had confirmed her status as an expert "teenie weenie" detector. 

As I stood there, Susan finally stopped laughing long enough to tell me the terms of our "relationship". I was to follow her orders without question. Whenever I was in her home I was to be completely naked. And I was to tell no one about us. In return I would be given some unspecified sexual gratification. At Susan's choosing, of course.

It was like I was dreaming. I heard someone who sounded like me agree to everything. Susan just chuckled and told me to put my hands on top of my head. She got up and went into the kitchen. A moment later she returned with a small ruler. She said she wanted to know exactly what she was dealing with. She stood next to me and measured my flaccid pecker. "One inch," she laughed. "Not very impressive, Timothy. But maybe you're a grower". 

Susan began to stroke my cock and balls. Her delicate hands felt fantastic. Soon my tiny dick started to respond. I got fully hard in just a few seconds. Pre-cum showed on the head of my boner. Susan stopped stroking me and put the ruler to work. "3 and a half," she chuckled. "I couldn't even feel that. And I bet you come quickly too." She put down the ruler and began to stroke my cock again. With just two dainty fingers Susan soon had me on the edge. A few more strokes and I shot a huge load of cum. Susan laughed and said I was a real stud.

Before I could catch my breath, Susan pointed me in the direction of the bathroom, told me go get a few towels, and gave me a slap on my bare ass. By the time I got back to the living room, she was sitting on the couch enjoying another glass of wine. She made me stand right in front of her, then reached out and took my now flaccid penis between her thumb and forefinger. "Without a doubt, you are the smallest I've ever seen. This thing is pathetic. Now clean up your mess before it ruins my hardwood floor." 

I knelt down and swabbed up my cum with one of the towels. Susan told me to put it in the clothes hamper in the bathroom. When I returned to the living room, Susan said it was time for my "oral examination". She put down her glass, stood up, and in one smooth movement lifted her black dress up and over her head. She wore no bra or panties and was naked except for her high heels. She sat back down and spread her legs, revealing a spectacular bald pussy. I could clearly see her already swollen labia.

"I hope your tongue works better than your prick," Susan said as she motioned me between her legs. I fell to my knees and began to lick her delicious cunt. Her scent was intoxicating as I kissed her swollen clit. It was surprisingly large for such a petite woman. She had her first orgasm almost immediately. "Don't stop," she ordered. She came three more times in the next fifteen minutes. My face was soon coated in her pussy juice.

After her fourth orgasm, Susan pushed my head away and told me to stand up. She smiled and said I was the perfect tiny dicked man. "You're obedient and you lick pussy like a lesbian," she said. "Now get dressed, go home, get plenty of rest, and report back here Tuesday night at 8:00. Oh, and be sure and shave off all of that nasty pubic hair. I don't want your little jewels obscured in any way."

With that Susan stood up, kissed me gently on the cheek, and walked toward her bedroom. Her high heels clicked on the floor as I savored the sight of her beautiful ass and legs. I knew I was as addicted as any cocaine user. I dressed quickly, let myself out the front door, and drove home in a daze.

Susan dominated my thoughts for the next few days. I followed her instructions and shaved clean. I was nervous as I knocked on her front door Tuesday night. She let me in with a smile and told me to undress.

"Let's see how your little fella looks now," Susan said as she took a seat in the living room. She was still dressed in her lawyer clothes, looking beautiful in a dark business suit and heels. She slipped off her shoes as she made herself comfortable on the couch.

"Come stand in front of me," Susan said as I removed my shorts. I complied, and she began to laugh softly. "Well, Timothy, shaving didn't make you any bigger," she said. "But you are kind of cute in a babyish sort of way. I hope they don't charge me with child molestation." Using only her beautiful feet, Susan started to play with my tiny cock. Since she wore no stockings, her delicate and perfectly manicured toes began to caress me.

My hard-on quickly made an appearance. Susan smiled and trapped it between the toes of her right foot. "Short and thin," Susan giggled. Her left foot caressed my tiny balls while her right continued to stroke my pecker. I was incredibly excited by Susan's intoxicating power over me. I had no self-control and orgasmed quickly in the grip of her beautiful, feminine toes. Shamefully, my cum shot all over her sexy legs and feet.

"Why, aren't you a naughty boy," purred Susan as I spurted one last time. Surprisingly, she didn't seem angry with me. With a smile she sent me off to get some clean-up towels. When I returned I quickly tried to wipe my cum off her legs. Susan stopped me with a gesture. "That won't do, Timothy," she said laughingly. "Why don't you go draw me a bath. Use the master bathroom tub and make sure the water is not too hot. I'll be along shortly."

I gathered up the dirty towels and hurried into the master bathroom. It was huge. And dominated by a tub that could accomodate three or four. I threw the cum-soaked towels into a hamper as I began to run the water. The walls of the bathroom were mirrored from floor to ceiling. I glanced at my reflection. My penis was in its post-orgasm shriveled condition. Without any pubic hair, I understood Susan's "child molestation" joke.

At that moment, Susan strolled into the bathroom. She had poured herself a glass of wine and taken off her jacket. I could see the remnants of my orgasm still clinging to her legs. "Timothy, you've gotten me all sticky," she said. "Go ahead and take off my clothes for me." 

Not believing my good fortune, I quickly complied. I unbuttoned Susan's expensive silk blouse. No bra, but big beautiful boobs. And small, very erect nipples. Her skirt was next. Again, no panties. But a very un-Asian-like ass. It was a classic bubble butt. I admired her reflection in the mirror and knew I would do anything she asked of me.

Susan slowly settled into the tub, as she instructed me in the finer points of washing her full, luxurious hair. When I had finished her hair, she pointed to the expensive body wash I was to use as I continued with her bath. My hands lingered as I lathered up her exquisite breasts. By the time I had reached Susan's beautiful pussy, I was sporting wood as hard as oak. Susan noticed and laughingly told me I had already had my fun for the night. Now it was her turn.

When I finished bathing her, Susan stood up as I gently dried her with an oversized towel. She got out of the tub, took my tiny boner in her hand, and led me into her bedroom. "Let's see if Saturday night was just a fluke," Susan said as she settled back on the bed. She spread her legs wide, giving me complete access to her inviting pussy. I climbed onto the bed and began to worship her with my tongue. The results were the same. Multiple, screaming orgasms within fifteen minutes. Susan was one hot sexual animal.

After relaxing for a few minutes, Susan regained her commanding manner. She told me to get dressed and go home. And to return Friday night promptly at 9:00. I was still rock hard, but dressed quickly and let myself out the front door. I hurriedly drove home and was barely inside before I started stroking my cock. Visions of Susan's incredible body and her delicate foot wrapped around my pecker soon produced another huge shot of cum. I collapsed on the bed and slept until the alarm clock woke me in the morning.

This was the pattern for the next few months. Susan summoned me to her house once or twice a week. I was always naked. She always checked that my penis and balls were clean shaven. And I was always allowed one orgasm. Sometimes Susan jacked me off with her hands, and occasionally with her tiny feet. And many times she just liked to watch me beat off as she teased me about my size. I would always give her multiple orgasms with my tongue. Plus I became an expert at washing her hair, doing her nails, and massaging her feet.

After a few weeks, I began to want more. I started begging Susan for a blowjob. The thought of her beautiful lips engulfing my tiny pecker drove me wild. Susan gave me a wicked smile whenever I brought it up. "Maybe someday, little man," was all she would say.

Six months into our relationship things changed. One Saturday night when I arrived at Susan's house I noticed a second Mercedes parked in the driveway. I wondered if I had made a mistake on the night, because my "dates" with Susan had always been solo. I hesitated for just a moment, then rang the doorbell. A smiling Susan answered the door and ushered me into the living room.

"I have a surprise for you, Timothy," said Susan. "My friend Caitlin has decided to join us. I've told her all about you." I just stood there in stunned silence. I wasn't sure if I wanted another woman involved in my relationship with Susan. Although I had to admit that Caitlin was incredibly sexy. She was a redhead, about 30, but much taller than Susan. She was wearing a tight mini skirt, a thin tank top, and stiletto heels. Most striking was her hair. It was a fiery red and cut very short.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Susan, as she woke me from my daydream. I slowly realized what she meant. After a moment's hesitation I started to remove my shirt. I knew I couldn't risk my relationship with Susan by disobeying her. When I was down to only boxers, Susan took my arm and had me stand directly in front of Caitlin. 

"Don't be shy, Timothy," said Susan. "Caitlin's seen nude boys before. Finish undressing." 

Caitlin was relaxing in one of Susan's luxurious easy chairs. She gave me a sly little smile as I began to slip off my shorts. When my tiny penis was revealed, Caitlin burst into laughter.

"Why, he's perfect," she chuckled. "A man's body with a baby's pecker. And I love the hairless look. Come closer, Tiny Tim."

I moved right next to her chair. With the long, slim fingers of her left hand she began to caress my meager prick. I was fascinated by the elaborate design that was painted on her fingernails, but Caitlin's talented hand soon had the predictable effect on me. She started giggling at the sight of my micro hard-on.

"My God, that thing's pathetic!" Caitlin laughed. "Susan, have you measured this tiny willie?"

"Only 3 and a half long, I'm afraid," said Susan. "And you can see how thin it is, too. He's been pleading with me for a blowjob, but it's too much like a Virginia Slim. And I don't smoke."

Caitlin laughed softly and pulled me closer to her. "Well, I'm a smoker," Caitlin said as she smiled up at me. "But I also have sharp teeth. Want to take a chance, Tiny Tim?"

I was horny as hell, but also a little bit afraid of Caitlin. She had a beautiful face but seemed much more aggressive than Susan. I hesitated for a second, then gave in to the thought of Caitlin's luscious lips around my tiny boner. "Yes," I mumbled.

Caitlin smiled sweetly, then leaned over and began to gently lick my pecker. She put a hand on my ass and turned me so I was facing her directly. She gave my tiny balls some attention as she tightend her grip on my ass, now using both hands. I was in heaven. Caitlin was definitely a big league cocksucker. But then she reminded me who was in control. In one swift motion, Caitlin took my entire cock and balls into her mouth.

I froze with fear. I remembered her crack about sharp teeth. But Caitlin just continued to suck on my tiny genitals as she pulled me closer to her. Her lips were up against my belly as her tongue was dancing around my cock.

"Watch out," warned Susan. "He comes quickly, and in huge amounts."

She was right. I felt my orgasm starting. But Caitlin stopped it dead in its tracks. Suddenly she bit down on my tiny cock and balls, not hard, but enough so that I knew she had teeth. I didn't move. And lost all interest in coming.

Caitlin then released my package from her mouth and giggled softly. "Well, you're practically a girl anyway," she said. "One little nip would have done it. We'll save your blowjob as a reward for later."

My hard-on vanished as I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I noticed I was sweating profusely. Susan and Caitlin were both laughing at me. 

"Now go get us a couple of glasses of wine, and meet us out on the deck," Susan ordered. "Caitlin and I are going for a swim."

I stumbled into the kitchen as the two women walked toward the pool. I quickly poured the wine and went to join them. Susan was already naked and was wading into the shallow end of the pool. Caitlin had just taken off her top and smiled at me as I walked up. I stared at her small, perfect breasts. I noticed that her shoulders and arms were well muscled. As I watched, she slipped off her heels and stepped out of her skirt. Like Susan, she wore no underwear.

Caitlin looked like a goddess. She was at least 5'11", with long, powerful legs. I later learned that she had been the star of her college swim team. Caitlin's dark tan was perfect and all-over. And the thick red hair on her pussy perfectly matched the fiery hair on her head. I was spellbound as she dove into the pool.

The girls splashed around for a few minutes as I stood by the diving board holding their glasses of wine. Then Susan waved me over to the shallow end, where they both sat on the pool steps. I handed them the wine and waited by the edge of the pool. Caitlin smiled at my again tiny penis and told me to sit down. "We have something to discuss with you, Tiny Tim," she said.

Susan began. "Timothy, I've grown quite fond of you the last few months," she said. "But I've been offered a partnership in a law firm in Washington, D.C. It's something I can't turn down, and I'll be leaving next month. Now I know you need a strong woman to guide you, so I've asked Caitlin to take my place. She's had plenty of experience controlling little boys just like you. So, what do you think?"

My head was spinning. I was afraid of Caitlin but also attracted to her. Sort of like a moth to a flame. And Susan was right. I had become hooked on the humiliation that she had given me. So I reluctantly agreed to the mistress swap.

"Great," said Caitlin as she started to get out of the pool. "Let's celebrate. And I know Susan wants to give you a special farewell present. Now hurry and get us a couple of towels."

I quickly found two large cotton towels and started drying Caitlin off. She smiled at me and patted my ass as I worked. Susan was next and I lingered on her breasts as I moved the soft towel over her body. When I finished both women, they took my arms and led me into the bedroom.

"Lean back on the bed, Timothy," said Susan as Caitlin went into the bathroom. I did as I was told. "Put your legs up, baby," Susan continued. She joined me on the bed and suddenly took my tiny, flaccid cock into her sweet mouth. I was in heaven. This is what I had been begging for. My hard-on was instantaneous.

Then tall, dangerous Caitlin walked out of the bathroom. With a huge black dildo strapped around her waist. And carrying a big tube of K-Y jelly. I didn't believe that Susan could take something that big. Was I ever mistaken. Caitlin climbed onto the foot of the bed and let me know she intended to use her dildo on my virgin ass.

"There's a new sheriff in town now, Tiny Tim," Caitlin laughed as she positioned herself between my legs. She slowly inserted the long, thick dildo into my asshole. And smiled wickedly as she began a series of deep in and out strokes. Susan never missed a beat as she almost swallowed my tiny boner. The girls' double team effort was effective. I soon shot a huge load into Susan's beautiful mouth. And wondered what new humiliations were in store for me now that I belonged to the unpredictable Caitlin. 



The Transfer



#B34123J is the most perfect specimen of humanity Dr. Kent has ever seen, and all she can think when she sees him is: what a waste. 

She has his specs on the pad in front of her: 6'5, 190 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, 28 years old; section: lambda, section of origin: delta. Even that brief outline caused a commotion among the other doctors when it arrived in her inbox yesterday. But numbers on a screen are one thing, and #B34123J's extraordinary physique right here in her exam room is another.

On one level, Dr. Kent knows she is experiencing a normal biological response, as manufactured and predictable as anything else engineered in a lab. #B34123J's precise balance of masculine secondary sexual characteristics – firm brow, strong jaw, broad chest and shoulders – with features that incite a protective instinct – symmetric face, wide eyes, light hair – were designed by a team of scientists to produce exactly the effect they are having on her right now. Her heart is beating faster, her cheeks are flushing, and her palms are getting a little bit sweaty. She knows why it's happening, but she has no intention of letting it influence her behavior. Again she thinks: what a waste.

Dr. Kent discreetly wipes her palms on the side of her coat and looks up from her pad. "Jake," she murmurs. This is a nickname, noted in the file as an afterthought - #B34123J could have acquired it at any point, during training, sometime during his ten years as a delta, or hell, on the shipment over here – but it suits him. Deltas are much more likely to be given nicknames than lambdas, for obvious reasons.  At the sound of his nickname, #B34123J looks up, crinkles his blue eyes at her, and smiles. "Yes?" he asks.

Dr. Kent almost drops her pad. By executive order, #B34123J is no longer a delta; he's a lambda now, and her job is to do the intake. Kent has encountered hundreds of lambdas over the course of her career, but she's pretty sure none of them have ever met her eyes before. Certainly, none of them have ever smiled at her – not like that, in a way guaranteed to make her stomach plummet to the floor. 

"May I see your wrist?" says Dr. Kent, to cover her confusion. #B34123J – Jake – turns up his hand and reaches out so that she can scan his wristlet on her pad. Her fingertips brush against his skin, and she can feel herself tremble. He is so present. His crystal blue eyes, gazing up at hers, make her feel warm and bathed in light, as though she is the only other person on earth. She wishes she could find the scientists who originally designed him and congratulate them on a job well done...but what would they think when she told them what had become of their work of genetic art? Transferring a delta like this to lambda section is like peeling the Mona Lisa of the wall of the Louvre and using it as a placemat.

Sheep, that's what some of her cruder colleagues call the lambdas, and the truth is that sometimes it's hard not to think of them that way, as something less than human. They receive no training – none. All their care is outsourced entirely to their keepers; their purpose in life is to be healthy, nothing more. Most of them have shiny, baby faces, unlined with worry or thought. They can follow basic commands, and you'll occasionally hear them murmuring to each other about very simple subjects, but basically, their brains are mush. That's what happens to people who are offered no intellectual stimulation and have all their needs met, instantly, from the moment they're born. The lambdas have no remarkable characteristics in and of themselves – they provide the raw genetic material used to sculpt the rest of glorious humanity. The alphas: the scientists, the betas: the engineers, the gammas: the workers, the kappas: the artists. And the deltas...the beauties. 

Dr. Kent herself is has the simple good looks that result from good nutrition, proper care, and the genetic filtration of all obvious flaws. She, like everyone else in alpha section – like everyone else in the world but the deltas – has the dark hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin that result when you put the global genetic code in a blender and select for anything other than beauty. Some people claim they can detect a physical distinction among the artistic kappas (fine boned, wide-eyed) or the tough, pragmatic gammas (square shouldered, blunt featured) but Dr. Kent is pretty sure that's an illusion. In the year 2123, the deltas' bodies alone are aesthetic objects. Only they are designed to catch the eye.

In earlier generations, Dr. Kent knows, the preference was for deltas that flaunted their genetic engineering: silver-white hair, lavender or pitch-black eyes, seven, eight feet of height. There are still some deltas like that around, but lately, the trend has swung back towards a kind of nostalgia of difference, the recreation of genetic "types" from an earlier era. Irish red hair and freckles; tall, thin, Ethiopian blackness. Or, like Delta #B34123J, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Nordic god.

The pad finishes its scan with two muted beeps. Dr. Kent lifts the delta's wrist and places it back by his side. 

How much would Delta #B34123J go for on the open market, she wonders. Thirteen million, fifteen million? More? It's a moot point. Deltas of this quality don't go up for sale; they're traded in private, in back room deals that involve more than just money, that involve careers and politics and the fate of small nations. Dr. Kent has three deltas herself, but she has never before laid eyes on one half as magnificent as this. 

#B34123J – Jake – is looking at her with a gently curious expression on his face, and despite herself, she hears herself saying, "This is just going to be a quick physical, to double check your health specs and remove your block. It won't take long."

You don't explain things to lambdas. It's not forbidden, it's just pointless. But Jake doesn't yet have a lambda's bland, sheeplike acceptance of what is going to happen to him. He's bright, you can tell that just by looking. Deltas have to be smart, because it takes brainpower to do what they do: to please others, not only physically but emotionally and mentally as well. She wonders what he's been trained for, if he's used to women or men or both; if he's one of those deltas with the equivalent of a graduate education, able to discuss art and politics at the most elegant of dinner tables. Regardless, she thinks, with a surprisingly sharp stab of pity, he's going to have a rough time.

"You can take your clothes off and get up on the examining table," she says. Jake strips himself of his white t-shirt and shorts with an animal unselfconsciousness, and she thinks she sees a flash of a proud, almost cocky look on his face as he watches her eyes travel appreciatively down his muscled torso. Was it spontaneous, that look, or just another flourish, the result of his exquisite artisanal training? Certainly, it's a look that makes it impossible to think of anything other than sex. She clenches her fist and wonders if anyone has told him what awaits him. The thought dampens her lust enough to allow her concentrate on her job.

Her hands are are gently, almost tender, as she runs through the physical. Most of the information she needs is contained in Jakes' wristlet. This is just to double check. The lambdas are held to stringent health standards. Dr. Kent herself probably wouldn't pass, but an elite-level lux model delta like Jake shouldn't have any problem. She shines a light in his blue eyes and in the hollows of his ears, palpates his throat, presses a scope to his broad chest to listen to his breath and heart. Every time one of his specs meet the requirements, she murmurs a small note of appreciation: "Yes," "Good," "Very good." He's like a sleek pet you want to stroke, to hear him purr. She knows this impulse is only another hard-wired consequence of his perfect looks, but she can't fight it, doesn't want to. Poor Jake. 

Once she's collected all of his specs – 98th percentile and above, no surprises there – she tells Jake to swing his feet up onto the examining table so she can remove his block. His careful obedience as he moves into position snaps at her heart. He's trying hard to hide it, but she can tell he's nervous, maybe even scared. Hell, if no one has told him what's coming – if he just woke up one day and found himself transferred to lambda section – he's probably terrified. There are a lot of rumors about what happens to lambdas.

"I'm going to remove your block now," she says. "Do you know what that is?" 

Jake nods. "Yes, Ma'am."

Maybe he does know, but then again, he might only be trying to please her – it's the most basic instinct for deltas – so she explains, "Right, so, the block is what keeps you sterile; prevents you from producing viable sperm. It's a small piece of...metal...basically, located at the base of the penis. I'm going to remove it now, and you'll feel a sharp sting, but it won't last long. It hurts about as much a booster injection. Hold onto the handles at the edge of the table, keep as still as you can, and I won't have to strap you in. All right?" 

Jake nods again, but the relief is clear on his face. Who knows what he thought she was going to do. He takes hold of the handles and allows her to guide his feet into the stirrups. She takes out her ScalPal – which is in fact a small, highly accurate laser - and waits for it to power up. While she does, she idly takes hold of Jake's cock and feels around the soft skin at its base for the little hard fleck of the block. There. This will be easy.

At her light touch, Jake starts to stiffen. It's an instinctive response, but thrilling to her all the same. The ordinary model deltas, the kind she has at home, are slow to warm up, a little desensitized. It's an inadvertent consequence of their constant, rigorous stimulation. Not a few of them need drugs to maintain the right level of arousal. Jake's system is clean of drugs, and yet he responded instantly to a delicate touch. That is what quality means, once of the many small details that separate luxury deltas from the rest.

Unable to resist, she runs her hand along the length of his shaft just to see his full nine inches of hardness. It's like turning the key in the ignition of an old-model Porsche and hearing the smooth, contained rumble of its engine come to life. 

Maybe she shouldn't have done that, but it's easier to remove the block when the patient is the little bit hard anyway. She smiles at him, and he smiles warmly back. She notices he has one deep dimple in his left cheek.

"All right," she says. "Here goes."

The block slides out easily, leaving only a single drop of blood welling up on his skin. She takes a piece of treated gauze and presses down, resting her hand comfortingly on Jake's knee. He is breathing hard, and a little bit of sweat has broken out on his forehead. This is fear, she realizes, not pain. All at once, Dr. Kent is overcome by a kind of righteous indignation. It's not right, she thinks, what is happening to him.

When the specs first arrived, informing the medical bay that a reassigned delta would be coming through the lab to be transferred to lambda, there was a lot of speculation about what could have prompted such a move. Of course, it was not unheard of for people to be switched among sections early in their training – for all the care the scientists took with their genetic molding, sometimes different aptitudes did come to the fore. Kent herself had initially been assigned to beta section, engineering, before moving at age eight over to the medical division of alpha. And lambda was the most common reassignment, for those who were perfectly healthy but lacked the qualities needed for outstanding success. The rare disappointments in any section became lambdas, their genetic codes recycled back into the raw material needed to produce the next generations. But that happened most often before age six, and invariably before the end of full-time training at age eighteen; Jake had been a full-fledged delta for more than a decade.

At first, the doctors in her section had speculated he must have committed a crime: a rape, maybe, or a violent assault, and his transfer to lambda was an extra-judicial punishment arranged by his powerful owners, a more merciful end than the legally mandated punishment of death. But such deviant acts were extraordinarily rare, especially among the gentle, people-pleasing deltas. Surely, the news of such an incident would have reached them before now. And, in fact, yesterday a doctor who'd been on leave in one of the city bays came back with a different rumor. 

According to him, Jake had been a single-owner delta, never sold and shared only among members of one very wealthy extended family, when one of the women decided she wanted to have his children. This happened once in a very long while – it was why the luxury deltas had removable blocks instead of permanent implants. A man or a woman from one of the elite families would get it into their heads that they wanted to reproduce with the a delta the old-fashioned way. These 'love children' were the preserve only of the very rich; technically illegal, they lived bizarre, decadent lives, hidden away from the system. Kent herself had never met one. Anyway, the doctor reported, this woman had decided wanted Jake's love child, but her husband had responded with jealousy. Why a non-delta would ever be jealous of a delta, Kent couldn't imagine - it was like being jealous of a vibrator - but that's what had happened. Out of nothing but petty envy, the man, who was very high up in the system, had arranged for Jake to be transferred, at age 28, to lambda section.

Kent was confident that most of the lambdas she treated were happy, in the same way sheep could be said to be happy, needing nothing and being able to imagine nothing else. But for a delta like this, who had no doubt been showered since birth with love and care and personal attention, to end up as a lambda - it was hard to imagine a crueller fate. 

Kent drops the gauze in the garbage. "Thank you," she says. "You did well."

Jake manages a half-hearted smile. Despite his fear, he seems genuinely glad to have earned her praise. He begins to swing his legs out of the stirrups, but she restrains him gently with a hand on his leg. "Sorry," she says. "I just need to take a quick sample, to make sure the removal worked."

Jake nods and settles himself back on the table. Kent goes to the drawer and takes out the white, plastic stimulator. It's used for sample-taking only, the smallest one she has. 

"You've seen one of these before?" she says, holding up the wand. She had meant the question mostly to reassure him, but to her dismay, he shakes his head no. 

She knows it's wrong to push him – it will only make him anxious – but she can't help herself. "You're sure? None of your owners ever used one of these on you?"

"No, ma'am."

"How about any other type of prostate stimulation, then?"

He looks confused, so she explains, "Massage with a dildo or a plug, or even a finger?"

"No, ma'am, I don't think so." 

"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

"No."

"Jake, did anyone talk to you before you came here about the work you'll be doing as a lambda?"

"No, ma'am." Jake says. He looks away, and his brow furrows. She thinks he probably wants to ask her about the rumors he's heard – speculation about surgery, cloning, all the bizarre stories that circulate about lambda section – but she can tell by the innocent, almost confused way he answered her earlier questions that he has no idea of the truth.

It is Dr. Kent's professional opinion that whoever arranged for Jake's transfer to lambda deserves to be taken out and shot, but she tries to keep her face neutral. "Well, there will be a lot that you'll need to get used to. But nothing we do with the lambdas is dangerous. You're going to be all right."

His attention comes back to her. "Yes, Ma'am," he says. She wishes she could pull him onto her lap and stroke his hair, then push him back and ride him as hard as he's ever been ridden in his life. That's the real distinction that marks the most luxurious deltas – you don't want just to take pleasure from them; you want to give it to them, too. Whoever'd had him last hadn't been very creative. Owning a delta like this and never plugging him or pegging him or sharing him with a man was like owning a Porsche and never taking it above 50 miles an hour. Kent herself would have done better, but the opportunity for that is past. What a goddamn fucking waste.

She takes a deep breath. "Okay, sweetheart," she says, and squeezes his leg. Jake looks up, looking surprised at the endearment, but also maybe a little reassured. This is what deltas are used to, being praised and petted; Kent guesses that it is the impersonal treatment more than the physical demands that will make life in lambda section a torture for Jake. Kent places the stimulator on the table, next to the sample jar and a container of high-end lube. She says, "The standard practice is for me to strap you in, especially since this is your first time. It's not a punishment, or because I think you'll fight; it's just to make it easier for you, so don't have to worry about moving around too much. Is it all right if I do that now?"

Jake nods. 

She comes to the side of the table, unhooks the leather strap hanging beneath, and unrolls it. Then she takes his hand and briefly caresses it, interlacing her fingers briefly in his before lacing the leather strap around his wrist and pulling it snug. "Is that too tight?" she asks. Jake is watching her very carefully, but he shakes his head no. She crosses to the other side of the table and repeats the procedure on his left wrist, then goes to the bottom of the table and binds his ankles to the stirrups.

From there, Kent can't help but pause and take in the sight of this beautiful, muscled man strapped naked to her table, his knees bent and his legs splayed out, leaving him vulnerable. Kent has a kinky side and seeing Jake tied down like this is making her undeniably wet. She's played with her deltas dozens of times in scenes that started out just like this. She wonders if Jake has ever been tied down before. He's alert, his eyes following her every move, but doesn't seem scared, only watchful, and he's not struggling or pulling at the straps. That's a good sign. Kent has known occasional lambdas who come in with an instinctive panic response to being tied down. It usually fades after a few months, but those months can be brutal. Kent has an electric prod at her belt for such occasions; there's no point in reasoning with a lambda. 

Kent goes to the top of the exam table and smooths Jake's long blond hair where it has gotten tangled under the back of his neck, then unfolds the mouth piece built into the headrest. It's a strip of soft leather, more like a bit than a gag and meant less to quiet the lambdas than to keep them from biting their tongues. She raises it in front of Jake, to show him. To her surprise, all the blood drains from his face and his pupils contract. He opens his mouth and lifts his tongue – he's obviously worn one of these before – but she can sense the fear emanating off him. "You don't like this?" she asks. 

Jake bites his lip and dodges the question when he answers her, his eyes submissively downward. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"What's wrong? Tell me the truth."

Again, she can see him thinking hard, not sure how much to tell her.

"I...it reminds me of the punishments, that's all. I'm sorry." He opens his mouth obediently to take the strap. Kent looks at him, bewildered. Who would punish a delta? And by gagging him? It's bizarre. No one punishes deltas, except for the rarest and most egregious offenses. It's almost taboo. They're so gentle, and all they want to do is please you. You wouldn't punish a delta any more severely than you would punish a puppy. Maybe his previous owner was into kink and called it punishment, did it clumsily in a way that left Jake with this residue of fear? That hardly seems to jibe with the rest of what Kent knows, or thinks she knows, about his past. She wants to ask him about it, but she fears he might find such an interrogation upsetting. Maybe she can delve into that later...but not now.




The Transfer



"I can leave the mouth strap off, if you'd rather," she says. He looks torn, as though he's not sure he has the right to make this decision, so she decides for him. "I'm not going to use it right now. The sample collection won't be that intense. Try to relax your jaw and be careful not to grind your teeth together; if it looks like you're going to forget, I'll remind you. Okay?" He nods vigorously and she knows she's made the right choice. 

"Okay."

Kent raises the headrest a little so he can look at her. Then she circles around the table again, so she is standing back between his legs. 

"This is important: I'm not in a hurry. You can always tell me to stop. We'll get this done; there's no rush. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jake says.

"I want you to practice saying it now: 'stop.'"

She waits, and he doesn't say anything, so she prompts him. "Stop."

He laughs a little and then echoes her as though it's a game: "Stop." The sweetness of the smile is like a knife in her heart. 

"Good." She lifts the white wand to show him. "This is a stimulator. It's what I'm going to use to collect the sample, which I'll catch in this jar, here. The stimulator is low-strength; it works on the vibration principle, not electroshock. It shouldn't hurt at all, but since this is new for you, the sensation will be strange, and maybe a little uncomfortable. The more you can relax, the easier it will be; as you get used to it, it might even start to feel good. Do you have any questions?" 

Jake shakes his head no. He looks nervous, but not really frightened; she thinks she is beginning to earn his trust. "I'm going to start by inserting a finger, to ease you open and figure out how best to position the stimulator. Remember, you can tell me to stop at any time. Are you ready?"

Jake nods and tilts his head back so he is looking at the ceiling. Kent rubs her hands together for warmth, runs them under the antiseptic dispenser in the corner, then applies a liberal dollop of lube to her fingers. With her unlubed hand, she gently spreads Jake's thighs apart, then carefully coats him with the gel. He jumps a little at first, but then lets out a long breath and his whole body softens. This is one benefit of his training as a delta: he is used to being intimately touched. She spends a little more time than is strictly necessary on the outer massage, hoping to calm him, and it seems to be working. His eyes are closed, his hands limp in the straps.

"I'm going to insert my finger now," Kent says. She positions the tip of her finger against his opening, and then with one long, smooth motion, slides it in.

He is unbelievably tight. As her finger enters him, his head jerks up and his muscles contract around her like a vise.

"I need you to relax," she reminds him. He stares at her, his face flushed, his mouth a little bit open, and she can feel him fluttering around her finger as he fights his body's instinct to push her out. He is trying hard, but she can see a small vein beginning to pulse at the edge of his forehead.

"Here," she says. "Breathe with me." She locks her eyes on his and inhales. After a beat, he follows. In, out. In, out. Slowly, his body loosens and she is able to push her finger deeper in. For Kent, meeting his eyes like this, syncing his breathing with hers as she penetrates him for the first time, is unbelievably intense. Not everybody prizes purity – it's never had much appeal for her – but it's not lost on her that the chance to be the one to introduce a luxury delta like Jake to this particular practice is something for which certain a subset of people would be willing to pay vasts sums of money. For the first time, she can understand why. It's a powerful rush, and a rush of power. 

Slowly, she begins probing him, curving her finger upward as she searches for the hard nub of his prostate. She can see her smallest movement reflected in how his face responds, and she finds the way his eyebrows jump in surprise when she lays her finger on the spot she's searching for to be incredibly arousing. 

She swallows, and feels another hot rush of wetness between her legs. Her own deltas will be getting a workout of their own when she is done.

She strokes the nub gently, feels it swell. He's already hard; she could probably finish the collection with her finger easily enough, but she might as well let him start getting used to the machines. The small sample collector wand is a good way to ease him in to what will come later. 

"Are you all right?" she asks.

"Yes," he answers, and his voice, deeper and scratchier than it was before, and the way he draws the word out, sounding almost drugged, tells her it's the truth. 

"You're doing very well," she says, and slowly edges her finger out. It almost makes her want to laugh, the way his face transparently falls, and the way his body, so recently desperate to push her out, now contracts to try and keep her in. She wishes with all her heart that she could go on pleasuring him like this; that her only job was to explore with him, to show him what his body can do. But she has another, less pleasant, task at hand. 

"So now I'm going to put the wand in," she says, raising it to show him. "It's not that much bigger than my finger, but it is harder and it's shaped a little differently, so you won't be used to it at first. I won't turn it on until I have it placed correctly. Remember, what did I tell you to say if you need a break?"

He looks up at her and laughs again. "Stop," he answers. "But I'm okay."

"Good boy." 

The white wand is a little longer than the length of her hand, only as thick at its widest point as about two of her fingers. It has a t-shaped handle, and the vibrating portion is a curving slim stalk with a firm bulb at the end. She slicks it up with lube and positions it between Jake's legs. 

"I'm going to put it in now," she says, and inserts it. Jake gasps. She's warmed him up well, and the wand slides in easily, but now his ass is spasming hard around it. It's a different sensation, having a foreign object inside you; much less intimate than a finger. He's straining his neck up, trying to see what is happening, and his adam's apple is bobbing up and down. She takes a firm hold of the handle to keep him from inadvertently pushing it out, but asks, "Are you okay? I can stop if you need me to." 

"No," he says, breathing hard. "No, I can handle it." She believes him, but his face is strained, and his erection has softened. He doesn't like it, she can tell. That's not great, but at least he's being trooper. Hopefully, he'll get used to it with some practice.

"Good," she says. "You're doing wonderfully. Next, you'll need to relax so I can move this into position. Take as much time as you need." 

Jake nods and settles his head back so he's staring at the ceiling. Slowly, slowly, his body relaxes. Mentally, he's clearly still tense, but through sheer willpower, he loosens himself enough so that she can make the small movements necessary to put the wand into place. When the bulb of the wand brushes against his prostate, she can see him flinch. Kent bites her lip. She had hoped he'd be in a better place when she was ready to start the collection, more like the pleasurable haze he'd sunk into when she'd fingered him. So he doesn't like the wands. That's good to know in advance; she just isn't quite sure what to do about it. Maybe there isn't anything she can do. It's an unpleasant thought.

"Jake," says. "I'd like start the collection now, if you're ready."

"I'm ready," he says, but it's so obvious he isn't that at first she can't bring herself to press the button. The wand will allow her to do the collection regardless, of course, but she doesn't want his first experience to be a bad one. Ceding control of one's body to a machine is what it means to be a lambda, but that doesn't mean he has to feel like he's fighting it. She could finger him again, try to get him back in the right mood, but that would only be postponing the inevitable.

Reluctantly, Kent starts the wand. She has it on the lowest setting, nothing but a very gentle hum, and right before she presses the button she pulls it away from Jake's prostate, so the stimulation won't be so intense. Maybe he had been expecting something much worse, because some of the tension lifts from his face.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" she says. He shakes his head, his eyes still closed. She lets the wand do its work for a little while, occasionally sliding it lightly back and forth. She's hoping it will relax him further, and it does, in that his body is no longer fighting the presence of the wand, but his cock is no longer hard, and his face shows no sign of arousal. He is enduring this, no more. Maybe actual pleasure was too much to hope for, but it's disappointing, after he responded so well to her finger. It would be so much easier for him if he could open himself to the machines, learn to surrender himself to the sensation of buildup and release. Today, for this one small sample collection, it doesn't matter as much, but knowing he had at least possessed the capacity to become aroused by the machine would have made Kent a lot more confident about his ability to handle what was coming next. 

"I'm going to increase the sensation now," Kent says. She had intended to go slowly, but her hand slips and she accidentally bumps the wand up three settings instead of the one she'd intended, and the wand comes buzzing to life. Jake's sandy lashes fly open. His nostrils flare, the blood rushes to his face, and she can see a little flicker of pink as his tongue jumps around in his mouth. Sweat streams from his pores and paints a sheen all along his long, golden body. He starts to thrash, his muscles straining and pulling against the bonds that hold him; as he struggles, the exam table shakes and the stirrups begin to clatter. He is frantic, almost in pain, as his buttocks clench around the wand, pulling it in, nearly yanking it from her hands. Unable to stop himself, he thrusts his groin high in the air as the wand forces his cock erect. This is not pleasure; this is what it means to fight the wand, and she's seen lambdas batter themselves bruised trying to escape the onslaught of sensation. 

"Unnnnnnngh," Jake moans through clenched teeth; it's almost a sob, and she knows she needs to turn the stimulation down – she hasn't even fastened the collection cap yet – but even though the last thing she wants is for him to suffer, she is transfixed by the sight of him writhing helplessly on the table in front of her, his engorged cock jumping and bobbing as his body overcomes him. It is the most erotic thing she's ever seen.

Still writhing, Jake wrenches his head up, a little droplet of saliva dangling from the corner of his mouth, and all at once, his eyes focus. He is seeing her, and she realizes that what he must be seeing is her own overwhelming arousal at his predicament: the way her pupils have dilated, her cheeks reddened. Her crushing desire paralyzes her, and all she can do is whisper what she is thinking, a poor excuse for why she is not showing him any mercy: "You're so beautiful."

He holds her her gaze for a long second. She has almost summoned the willpower to turn down the dial and start again when she sees his lips melt into a small smile. His body's agonized thrashing diminishes, his hands unclench. As she looks on, amazed, his head tilts back and he begins to grind his hips in a slow, sluttish circle. He has given himself over to it, accepted the sensation fully, and now he is almost performing his submission to lust. Was that all he needed in order to surrender – the knowledge that his torment was giving her pleasure? If so, he is the most talented, natural delta she has ever encountered, and his transfer to lambda isn't just a waste, it's a travesty. 

"You're doing good, so good," she murmurs, and he smiles again. He pumps his hips in the air, his cock jerks, and she knows it won't be long. She reaches for the collection jar and unscrews the cap, then slides it over the swollen tip of his penis, fastening it firmly. He catches his breath at her touch, his eyes open, and she drops her hand into the wetness between her own legs. She won't have time to come herself – he's moments away from the edge – but she wants him to know how much he has pleased her. When he sees what she's doing, his eyes widen. "Ohhhhhh," he whispers, and spontaneously, she pulls her fingers out of herself and reaches over and rubs them against his tongue so he can taste her. He closes his eyes, moans a little, and takes her fingers deep into his mouth to suck. 

Five sweet seconds pass like that and then his body arcs up off the table, an almost rashlike flush spreads across his chest, and his breath grows even more ragged. She pulls her fingers from his mouth, a little roughly, and returns to her place between his legs, crouching down so that her eyes are at the level of his cock. She has work to do now. With one hand, she holds the specimen jar to him, keeping the seal tight, and with the other, she tilts the wand up so that it is locked firmly against his prostate.

"You're going to come now," she says, although of course he knows. He shudders, his eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a cry that sounds as though all of the air is being wrung out of him: "Hngggggnnnnnggggh." He climaxes, and a gush of white semen spatters against the collection jar. His body jerks and bumps on the table, his hands open and shut, his toes point and flex. She runs her hand up his shaft, squeezing him and milking the last of it out of him, then expertly removes the jar and caps the specimen. She slides the sample into the chemical reader that sits on the side table, and wipes him down with a damp cloth before carefully sliding the wand out of his body with a soft pop.

Jake lies limply on the exam table, his golden hair now dark with sweat. It almost looks like he has passed out, and she wonders if she should take his vitals, but as she watches, he slowly comes to. When he sees her looking down at him with concern, he smiles up at her. She can't help but grin back, her heart thumping with affection. God, she wants to kiss him so badly, wants cover his whole body with kisses of adoration and praise. 

Instead, she asks, "Would you like some water?" and when he nods, she takes some from the table and holds it to his lips. He drinks it down lustily, and when a little bit spills out of his mouth and onto his chin, she wipes it gently away with her finger. When he's done, she returns the water to the table and kneels down to begin unfastening his bonds. 

After she's untied him, she slides next to him on the table. One of his wrists is marred by a dark red mark where he strained too hard against the strap, and she begins massaging it, pulling the blood back into his hand. He is still lying down, his face a little dazed in a pleasurable, exhausted stupor. She pushes a loose strand of sweat-dampened hair away from his face, and he nuzzles himself against her hand.

"You were so wonderful," she says. "So brave." He looks up at her and smiles, and she slides back so he can rest his head in her lap as she combs her fingers through his hair. They sit like that for a little while, lost in thought, when the reader beeps twice. His sample is ready. It occurs to Kent that maybe it will come back unsatisfactory, proving Jake to be unsuitable as a lambda. If so, maybe they'll transfer him back to delta, and if his old family doesn't want him anymore...she couldn't afford him, not if she sold everything she owned, but still, maybe she could figure something out.

It's nothing but a stupid daydream, but she still holds her breath anxiously as she crosses over to the reader. The results flash in red on the side of the jar: 99th percentile. Jake's fate is sealed. He will be a lambda. Kent's heart sinks; part of her almost wants to weep. 

Trying to hide her feelings from Jake, she turns back to him. "It's all set," she says, her voice sounding tight and unnatural in her ears. "We're done. You can put your clothes back on now."  He sits up, rubs his eyes sleepily, and grins. She hands him his shirt, and he pulls it over his head, then puts his feet through the legs of his white shorts. 

"Is that basically what it is, being a lambda?" he asks. "That's how they do it, with one of those?" He gestures towards the glistening white wand, sitting innocently on the table. "That's not so bad," he says, with a cocky, boyish grin. "I could get used to it." 

Now the tears do form in her eyes, and she turns quickly away so he can't see them. Part of her wants to lie to him, to tell him, yes, sweet boy, that's all you have to look forward to; the rest of your life will be nothing but pleasure. Allow him one last good night of sleep, before his work begins in earnest. But she knows she owes him the truth, although she tries to put it as gently as she can.

"Not quite," she says. "The way they do it is...a little bit rougher than that. More intense, I guess I'd say. But if you were all right today, you'll make it through that as well. I promise."

"And you'll be with me, right?" he asks. "You'll show me what to do?"

Kent is scheduled to work a double tomorrow, on the far side of the sick bay. According to her pad, meanwhile, Jake is scheduled for his first machine shift at 8 am tomorrow, another one at noon, and a third at 6. He will be hooked up to the machines by a stranger, an aide responsible for overseeing more than a dozen other lambdas. The aide won't have time to go slow, or to explain what's happening to him, or to pause if Jake needs a break; before Kent will even have a chance to come over and check on him, he will have undergone the process three times. He will almost certainly be a wreck – after their first week on the job, even the lambdas who trained for it are practically drooling – and all the trust and comfort she's tried so carefully to cultivate here will be destroyed. 

No. That's unacceptable. 

Jake is waiting for her response, fear slowly spreading across his still-flushed face. Kent ignores him, goes to her pad, enters a code, and schedules him for a 5 am shift. She can't cancel the 8 am, doesn't have the authority, but while four shifts in one day is heavy, it's not impossible; he's already scheduled for another 4-day later in the week. Now, at least, she'll be able to guide him through his first time, take care of him, comfort him a little. Despite how well he did today, she knows he will need it.

"Yes," she says, as easily as though there has been no delay. "I'll be there with you. I'll come for you first thing tomorrow morning."

He smiles happily, and she smiles too. Now that he's standing, he towers over her. Overcome with emotion, she reaches up and strokes his face, and he leans in and kisses her. It's brief – too brief – but it leaves her glowing.

"Yes," she says again, and kisses him back. "I'll see you tomorrow."  



The Transformation



I am a 30 year old single lonely male. I haven't dated nor been in a relationship in 5 years. My last girlfriend left me for a man whom I had thought was a friend. It was difficult because the relationship lasted for 6 years. My ex and me dated since high school. 

It explains why I haven't dated as a result of that or gone to social events involving women. I'm literally a recluse and the only things I do are work and the gym. One day at work, a co-worker had given me an old lamp claiming to be the "home" of Evalareen, the Sexual Genie. As a result of his experience, his sex life improved. Since I was skeptical about genies being sexual guides, I decided to try it.

At midnight, I rubbed the lamp 3x and smoke appeared taking human form. Evalareen introduced herself and asked what was my sexual desire and I told her that I was skeptical of her claims as a sex guide and to help me sexually connect with women. "I love honesty in a man, it makes my job better. The most recent person I wouldn't help unless he was honest with me and what he wanted. Since you have done so, your desires and wish are my command."

She wore ancient Middle Eastern clothing, had long dark curly hair and resembled Jennifer Lopez but looked better. I finally spoke: "Evalareen, its' been 5 years since being intimate with a woman. I would like to know how I can really satisfy a woman sexually. I've failed in the past as well as recent experiences. I need your help." Looking at the sadness and tears in my eyes, Evalareen wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled then she spoke. "Have serenity darling, I'll assist you and your wish will come true. Come, let's go to your bed." Without further words, she lead me to my own bed and felt a transformation walking there.

When I stopped in front of the mirror, I was completely nude and had a woman's body. Evalareen surprised me with a kiss as I was about to speak. She rubbed on my breasts and started kissing me on the neck. Her whisper was a command: "Come and join me in wild passionate sex."

As we laid down, we shared a passionate embrace and I undressed her also. With the both of us totally nude, we smiled and our rubbed our breasts together and our bodies together. "Now my pupil, listen and learn. Be in touch with your feelings and forget your inhibitions and fears." Her right hand went down on my now soft body and touched my cock and fingered me as well in the vagina I now had. I moaned until I came. She also rubbed on my cock until it became rock hard. 

While doing this at the same time, our lips came together and engaged in a tongue kiss. Our bodies connected like 2 wild magnets. I proceeded to lick on her soft, wet nipples and to her already wet pussy. Evalareen moaned in ecstasy and moved to spread her legs apart for me to taste her sweet nectar. "Taste it, feel the juices in your mouth." While I did that, she tasted the cum from my cock and sucked it like an ice cream cone. In unison, we moaned and continued for countless hours. 

I kept up the momentum until sweat covered our bodies. We emerged from the bedroom and fucked hard doing the Johnny Come Lately and Amazing Butterfly which I haven't done in a long time. We did it on my box shaped table. Evalareen was impressed with my ingenuity that she did the same to me with a strap-on dildo she magically conjured up.

Afterwards, Evalareen told me that I was progressing and needed to pass her final test: Giving a good body massage. Upon doing that, She enjoyed it and engaged in more sex until we slept in each other's arms. When I woke up, Evarlareen was gone and I was back to normal with a man's body. I realized that she must be in the lamp awaiting for the next person to meet. She left a note and told me to use what I have learned wisely and to pass the lamp along to the next person who needed her help.

After washing up and getting dressed, I went to work and took the lamp with me. I saw a young man who is in his early 20's that required Evalareen's help in coming out of his sexual cocoon. I told him what happened to me and gave it to him. Boy, will he be surprised.

I knew that Evalareen and me couldn't be a couple because she is sexually bound and wanted to share her gifts with men who needed help. I am thankful that she taught me in our brief time together. I learned that help comes from sometimes unlikely sources and to not always judge a book by its cover.



The Transformation



It was a long day by the time Venessa left the office. She had finished two business proposals, had three client meetings and even settled and office dispute between the secretaries. All she wanted to do was soak in a warm tub and slip into blissful sleep. That was about the extent of her down time ever since the divorce. Who was she kidding, that was the extent of her down time even before the divorce. Harry just wasn't there for her. He was too busy building up his law firm. 

Venessa often thought that she just wasn't attractive enough for her husband. It didn't matter that men often hit on her telling her that she had the most beautiful chestnut hair that they'd ever laid eyes on, or that her crystal blue eyes were enchanting to most heterosexual men. It didn't even matter that women often commented on how envious they were that at the age of 35 she had a firmer body than they did at 25. These things didn't matter if her husband wasn't interested. Her self image was eroded away until of course she found out about the 18 year old boyfriend Harry had put up in his own apartment across town. 

Well, there's no sense thinking about that now, she shrugged. That was then, she was thinking as she inserted her key into her car door. It was then that she heard it. At first it was barely audible, then as she concentrated, she definitely heard it. A quiet squeal. It was so quick and silent that if she weren't listening, she'd have missed it. 

"A stray cat," she thought? 

The stairwell over there. . . Yes, definitely the stairwell. Maybe a cat got locked into it. Carefully as not to startle the animal she slowly, silently opened the door. She wanted to make sure it wasn't rabid before she let it out so she peeked in. She saw the forms, though her disbelief did not allow her to focus on the scene for moment. 

A man dressed in those tight surfing shorts stood with his back almost but not completely to her. His hips rapidly moving back and forth in opposite rhythm to the woman in front of him. The blonde hair hung, blocking her face from view as she was bent over in-between the lower and upper hand rails. 

Venessa examined the couple noticing that the woman's skirt that was raised above her hips was part of an expensive business outfit that she'd almost purchased the day before. A garter belt held up a pair of silk stockings while a pair of pink silk panties rested around her knees. 

As she observed with greater intent she noticed that the man, with long brown hair was dressed more like a surfer than a business man that would be expected to be seen in this downtown section of San Diego. His big T-shirt did nothing to cover his bare butt as it moved rapidly back and forth. His tight shorts clung to his legs just under his cheeks. 

From this angle penetration could not be seen but from the sharp squeals that emitted from the woman every couple of seconds she imagined what she could not see. Venessa was not aware of any time passing but at some point the man, who until now was holding her around her hips reached a hand to her back and urged the woman to bend even farther forward than she was, though, it seemed as though she might fall if she did. She complied with his wishes, slowly bending over the rail. She held on to the lower rail, her only means of support. 

His efforts became more forceful as he rammed even harder back and forth. The frequency of her squeals became more frequent and of a higher pitch. His thrusts became so severe that Venessa was afraid that the woman would be thrown down the stairwell. 

He heaved one final time, then stopped, letting out a groan, the only noise he'd made the entire time. The woman began to pant. "Yes!", she breathed. 

Suddenly Venessa realized that if she didn't leave now, she would be seen by the couple. Quietly, she closed the door and in a daze of arousal and shock, walking back to her car and as quickly as she could, she drove away, not wanting to see the faces of the couple that she'd watched. 

As much as she did not want to admit it, she enjoyed watching the couple. What was worse in her mind is that she had wanted to be in her place. It was the most erotic moment of her life and at 35, she thought to herself that was fairly pathetic. After almost running a red light, Venessa forced herself to put the erotic images out of her mind. She got home without another mishap and proceeded to do exactly what she'd planned on in the first place. She ran her bath water, getting undressed and sank into the warm water. As she lay there thinking about not much of anything, images of the stairwell flashed into her mind. 

Though she hadn't pleased herself in months she found herself doing just that the rest of the night with images of the decadent couple refusing to let her sleep. Despite her sleepless night, she woke the next morning more energized that she had been in years. Without even looking at the bundle, she grabbed the mail from the previous day, planning on reading at the office. 

Through the pile of mundane mail, only a single post card caught her attention. It read; If you want to see more come to 333 Lenton Ave., Apartment 4 , 3:30am tonight. It was signed only 'The Aphrodite Club', She chuckled to herself, rationalizing that she must have been seen somehow, in the stairwell and this was some sort of joke. Anyway, she told herself, she had better things to do at 3:30 in the morning than go to some strange address. She chuckled to herself as she tossed the post card aside. She had work to do. 

The day went as so many other days. She did her job well and efficient and when the day was over, she stood to get her coat. Out of the corner of her eye the post card caught her attention. 

"Why hadn't she thrown it away?" she pondered, finding herself staring at it for what seemed like several moments.

She suddenly grabbed it, intending to throw it in the waste basket out in the hallway, not wanting anyone to find it in her office. It was not until she walked into her apartment, however, and took off her jacket that she realized that she had forgotten to throw it away. She tossed on a table, convincing herself that she would throw it away after dinner. 

Her evening went slipped by uneventfully, watching tv and talking to her mother on the phone. When she finally went to bed, her sheets felt wonderful as she collapsed into her nice soft bed. She slept the sleep of innocence. . . that is until about 1:30. Suddenly her eyes were open and she felt wide awake. She stared at her digital alarm clock until about 2:00AM when, in frustration decided to get a drink of warm milk to help her sleep. 

As Venessa walked through her living room her attention was drawn as if magnetically, to the end table. She could see the post card resting there just where she had put it. Marching to the table, she grabbed it and marched into the kitchen. Opening the lid of the garbage can, she held the piece of paper for a moment. 

"This has to be a joke. They're probably waiting there intending to laugh at me. They want to embarrass me." Venessa found herself getting angry at the thought of someone creating this elaborate hoax just to embarrass her. What kind of jerks would do that to her? 

Throwing on a sun dress and some shoes, she then marched out to her car. 'I'm going to tell them off,' she thought. Nobody should be this cruel to anyone, let alone her. What did she do to deserve this?'

Finding the address was easy... Getting out of the car was difficult. Again, she told herself that she was here to tell off the architects of this elaborate joke. She gathered her courage and entered the apartment building at 333 Lenten Ave. It looked like a converted brownstone with about four apartments that couldn't be cheap from the looks of it. It even had an elevator, which she rode to the second floor. With a single mindedness she never knew she had, she strolled down the hallway to apartment four. 

Knock...Knock 

Now even more infuriated, she walked back to the elevator which she realized had been called down to the first floor. She practically punched the button, smoldering in her anger as the lift made it's way up to her. Her anger was in fact so great that she did not realize until it was too late that there were other people in the elevator. The door closed behind her as she looked across the small elevator and saw them. 

A girl was standing on one leg, her body stocking clumped in a heap at her feet as her left leg was stretched out and rested on the hand-rails. The girl was in her mid to upper 20's with muscular legs and a tight stomach. Venessa was stunned at the beauty of her body and gazed at her beautiful long auburn hair. Her first instinct was to run her fingers through it. Her dazed state only continued as she realized that it was not a man but a woman who knelt at her feet. Her rather boyish, short blonde hair deceived her until the very petite, yet shapely nude body came into her focus. The red-head lay back closing her eyes in ecstasy, her quiet moans were easily audible in the confined space of the elevator. 

From her angle she could see the blonde's face moving frantically as her tongue swirled within the folds of the other's vagina. Venessa began breathing heavier, watching the scene playing out before her. Never before had she seen in person this kind of sensuality. Without saying a word, she watched the pretty blonde use her fingers to separate the lips and with the tip lick gently the entire length of the opening. 

This evidently was approved of, by the red head who let out a much louder moan. The tongue only left it's work to be replaced by a finger that slipped delicately into the now wet pussy. It probed for a moment as if looking for something and a squeal announced to all that it had been found. With that encouragement one finger became two and her gentle stroking became furious, matched in intensity by the beautiful girl's breathing. In rapture the moans turned to screams as the blonde again buried her tongue deep into the pulsating cunt bringing a sweaty finish to the display of pure carnality. 

Suddenly the reality of the situation came hurling into focus. The elevator doors were open and she used this opportunity of sanity to make her escape. In confusion and fright Venessa made her way home, locking the door behind her. In the morning she would convince herself that she had wanted to run but was trapped by the elevator doors. 'She should have called the police,' she thought to herself as she made her way to work the next morning. 

Only after sitting at her desk, staring at the blank computer screen for about an hour did she push thoughts of the previous night to the side. Following her usual routine, Venessa checked her e-mail before jumping into the challenges of the day. Suddenly became overwhelmed with shock and fear as the list of e-mails came into view she, 

'Going down?' was the subject title. Venessa deleted it without even reading it, proving to herself that she was not like that. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she continued down the list of e-mails until her first task of the day was complete. It was then that she realized that the message was still in the trash folder of her email program. As she opened the folder she set her mind to the task of deleting it for good. 

How would she rationalize opening the message? She gazed at the words and suddenly did not care. "Your almost there. Take the next step with us. Shed your mundane existence and ascend to who you really are. We await your arrival. Your transformation will take place under the boardwalk at pier 19 at noon." 

That was it? There was no signature, not even a return email address. Venessa's feelings were now an alien entity to her. Yes there was still fear, though, it was now the fear that this was all a dream and she would wake up in her bed alone and wanting it to be real. 

The clock on the wall read 11:00AM when she made her way to her boss's office and explained to him that she had to leave early. Though shocked and concerned because of the rarity of his employee taking time off, he graciously approved her request. Her car stereo clock read 11:30AM when she arrived at the pier. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she tried desperately to concentrate on parking the car. 

As she made her way down the steps to the sandy beach,Venessa searched the area for signs of people. Though she could see pretty far down along the pier, she saw nothing. Fearfully, she stepped under the cover of the boardwalk which teamed with people. The footfalls echoed through the wooden rafters distracting her attention for a moment until her eyes found a white envelope tacked up on one of the beams. 'Venessa' was written across it. 

Desperately, she tore it open revealing what seemed to be instructions. 'Your next steps must be taken without shame or trappings to pier 18. Shed your inhibitions as you shed you garments. We await your passion with excitement and anticipation.' 

Her heart would burst from her chest, she thought, though in spite the fear. . . or because of it she became excited as she began to disrobe. As a hundred people marched like ants not more than 20 feet above her head, she bunched up her clothes and stuffed them into her purse. 

The salty air of the ocean blew over her completely naked body causing her nipples to stiffen and her juices to stir. Without conscious thought the fear of being seen transformed into the desire to be seen. This urge was so great that when she passed steps that would lead to the boardwalk above, she almost walked towards them. What kept her walking down below was simple, she wanted to complete her transformation. She no longer wanted to be the boring, dependable puppet. She wanted to be who she was meant to be. 

Approaching the pier, she saw the man first. The handsome man, in his thirties stood about 6 feet, with dark hair and a firm, muscular build. He was completely naked with only the equally naked body of the auburn haired girl from the night before, to block his body from her gaze. Venessa stopped to watch as the girl kneeling at his feet moved her head back and forth in a musical rhythm. The man watched Venessa approach, enjoying the other woman's oral attentions.

Venessa, completely at ease, stood and watched, almost disappointed when the man, with his left hand, lightly urged the woman to stop. Withdrawing her ministrations and pivoting slightly on one leg, she turned so that she knelt on one knee to the man's left side. A tingle of excitement shot through her body as the massive organ came into view, pulsing still as the woman stroked from base to head. She knew it would not be long until creamy cum would fire from the tip. 

It was then that she realized that this was an offer. First she searched the woman's eyes for signs of jealousy. She found none. It was evident that this woman wanted her to accept this gift. Subsequent as she looked to the man for signs of scorn or aggressiveness, she found only a look of utter rapture. In one fluid motion, Venessa took two steps, dropped to her knees and engulfed him. His musky smell filled her nostrils as with her right hand grasped his butt cheek, urging him even deeper into her throat. Time seemed to slow as his veins pulsed with blood. Venessa closed her eyes, wanting to hold onto this moment forever and yearned for the offering with such lust that it pained her to wait. 

It was then that she became aware of the muffled whispers not far from her. The voices of the lucky teenagers that hid from the truant officers echoed around her. Though she could not tell how many she imagined that she heard at least two male voices and one female giggle. The humiliation of her predicament only caused her excitement to grow. 

Unable to resist the impulse, the index finger of her left hand found it's way to the lips nestled between her creamy, white thighs. As she was literally dripping with her juices, the lips parted easily with a welcoming jolt of pleasure. The first dose of cum flooded her throat, threatening to choke her with its abundance, though with a sheer act of will, Venessa gulped down the precious sperm and preparing herself for the next. The gasps of excitement and the nervous giggles of desire from the onlookers, drew her to never before experienced heights of ecstasy as the eruption of her own orgasm burst through her being. 

With every blast of cum came another wave of exhilaration which only subsided with the withdrawing of the cock that seemed the center of her existence. When it seemed as though she might not let him go, a voice pierced her consciousness. As her mind became aware of the running teenagers, she withdrew and relinquished her grip on the object of her desire. Not wanting to move for fear of falling, she looked up at the man who soon afterward knelt at her side. His smile seemed warm and comforting as he took her hand in his. The Full feminine lips of the woman next to her reached hers kissing her. The passionately tender kiss smeared cum on them both. They wantonly licked it from one another's mouth. More was shared as their tongues danced together playfully exploring one another. 

Parting has never been such sweet sorrow, Venessa thought, as the kiss ended and the three sat in the sand, not wanting to part company but knowing they must. Without words or instructions, Venessa stood and turned away and proceeded to return from where she came. 

Tomorrow she would receive an email giving her the information she needed to arrange meetings with others. She realized her journey had just begun and she was now at the point of no return. If she lost herself in her lust then so be it. Looking back never even entered her mind.



The Transformation



When I got home from work it was there, sitting innocently on the back porch where the UPS man left it. I smiled in anticipation as I picked it up. "If only he knew what he was delivering," I mused to myself. I brought the box in and set it on the table. I purposely left it there and forced myself to do other things but always the knowledge was there – it was finally here! I finished my chores quickly so it was time for a reward. I picked the box up and mentally weighed the contents. It was not that heavy but it still made me feel powerful just holding it. I slid the knife I brought from the kitchen under the flap on the corner. I hastily sliced through the rest of the tape that kept me from my prize. I opened the box and there it lay, nestled amongst Styrofoam peanuts. My reward that I hoped would be my boyfriend, Jordan's treat!

Jordan and I are into erotica, both stories and the occasional movie. I had noticed that he seemed particularly fond of stories where the characters engaged in anal activities. I asked him if he was interested in being penetrated and he acted like it was no big deal, but his eyes were hot and I suspected he might like it more than he was letting on. Jordan is very much into giving pleasure. In the four months we've been together he always makes sure I'm satisfied and that I enjoy everything we do before he allows himself to cum. That makes for a wonderful time for me, but I sometimes wished he wouldn't be so conscientious. Just once I'd like to see him get so excited that he can't hold back. Just once I'd like to see him lose his cool the way he makes me lose mine.

A few weeks ago we watched a movie where the couple invited a friend to join them. During the course of the movie, one of the girls played with the guy's ass while he was fucking the other girl. She put a condom on two of her fingers and proceeded to give his ass a finger fucking that soon had the guy shooting his load all over the other girl. Jordan never said a word during the movie but he was rock hard and oozing pre-cum long before it was over. You're thinking I could have just bought a supply of condoms and imitated what they did, right? Somehow that just didn't seem like enough. I wanted to really concentrate on giving him the kind of pleasure he gives me. I want to be directly involved and what could be better for that than a strap-on? The thought of making Jordan lose control really turned me on.

I decided on a leather harness after some investigating on the internet. According to the ad, it could be fastened securely for hands free fun. Hands free is definitely what I had in mind! Jordan has a nice cock. It's about 6 ½ to 7" long, a couple of inches thick and believe me, he knows what to do with it. I chose a cock that was about the same size. A bottle of lubrication completed my purchase. I took it all in the bedroom to the full-length mirror and quickly stripped. I wanted to see what it looked like and make sure I could fasten it without a lot of fuss when the time came to try it out. I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my hand over my new cock. I pressed it against me and realized that it fit right above my clit. The ad said it had a clitoral stimulator and boy did it! I could hardly wait for Jordan to get home!

I dressed in a sexy little outfit and finished fixing dinner. After we ate, I suggested we move to the couch to watch TV. We hadn't been there fifteen minutes before we were making out like teenagers. I finally straddled his legs and sat down on his lap. Our lips were hot and hungry by the time I unbuttoned his shirt. His chest is broad and I ran my fingers over it while I sucked on his tongue. I could feel him getting hard under me. I grabbed his hands and held them against his sides as I started placing kisses down his neck. I took one of his nipples in my mouth. He was groaning and I knew he wanted his hands free to touch me. I refused to give in and he finally sat back and let me have my way. I gave the other nipple a bath with my tongue as I rubbed myself against his erection.

When he started to moan and his hips began moving I knew it was time to move to the bedroom. I stood up and peeled my top off over my head. I dropped my skirt leaving me in a half bra and matching panties. I bent down to give him a look at my full breasts then I whirled away and ran toward the bedroom. He jumped up and yanked off his shirt, letting it fall in the hallway. When he got to the bedroom door I was sitting in the middle of the bed. He kicked his shoes off and unzipped his pants. I crooked my finger at him as he dropped them where he stood. 

"Come here, sexy," I said as he advanced toward the bed wearing only his boxers and socks. He placed one knee on the bed and pulled me up against him. I opened my arms to him and we fell back onto the bed. Our mouths were hot and wet as we kissed. His tongue plunged into my mouth and I moaned. His hands were already undoing the fastener on my bra. My hands roamed over his back and shoulders as he rubbed my breasts. His fingers found the sensitive tips and he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He knew just what he was doing and I nearly succumbed to the desire to let him have his way with me. When he rolled onto his side next to me I remembered my plan to seduce him for a change.

I pushed him all the way over onto his back and threw my leg over him. I rose up so I was above him then lowered myself so his cock was just touching the outside of my pussy. I pressed downward and sandwiched his cock between our bodies. He tried to rock his pelvis against me but I wouldn't let him.

"Relax, baby," I whispered as our lips met again. I ran my tongue into his mouth and across his teeth. He bit down on it gently. "Mmmmm," I moaned. I rocked my pussy against his cock and felt the answering push from him as I continue to kiss him. I knew he was as turned on as I was. I placed small kisses along his jaw and bit down on his earlobe. He groaned and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would try to take control again. I held his arms flat against the bed as I rained tiny kisses across his chest to his nipple. It was a hard little bud by the time I closed my lips over it. I sucked on it and ignored his attempts to lift his arms. I kept licking and sucking on it and finally bit down on it.

"Oooooo, baby," he moaned as I soothed it with more kisses. His cock was rubbing steadily against my panties. I was getting wetter with each pulse of his hardness against me. I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. He succeeded in pulling his arms up and cupped my taut breasts in his hands. He pulled on one so I had to lean over and let it fall toward his face. He nuzzled the hard tip as I braced myself above him. He opened his mouth against me and sucked as much of my breast in as he could. His other hand had the other nipple hard and aching by the time he moved to it. When his mouth began suckling that one his hands went on the move again. He ran them down my back and over my ass. His fingers began kneading my cheeks and then they were inside my panties against my buttocks. Again I almost forgot my purpose in buying the strap-on.

I reached above his head toward the terry cloth belt I had fastened to the headboard earlier. I took one of his hands and while his lips were busy with my breasts, I slipped the loop over it. I tightened it up as his eyes snapped open in surprise. Tying someone up is all about trust and the anticipation of the reason behind the restraints. I looked into his eyes to see if he trusted me enough to let me do this. Silently he lifted his other wrist up for me to tie it, too. I smiled at him and slid down his body to kiss him again.

Before he could distract me with the deliciousness of his lips, I kept moving. I raked my fingernails lightly down his chest and heard the sharp intake of his breath. His eyes shot sparks at me as I got closer to his waistband. I straddled his thighs and raked my fingers under the waistband. In one motion I drug the boxers down over his hips. He didn't even have time to rise up and his cock rebounded against his stomach when it popped free. 

"Ooooo," he sucked in another breath. I'm sure he expected me to place my mouth over it but that wasn't part of the plan. I stepped off the end of the bed and ran my fingers down his legs and back up the inside. As my hands got closer to his crotch he seemed to hold his breath. I bent down and licked the inside of one knee. He spread his legs apart inviting me to get between them but again, that wasn't part of my plan. I wet my lips and trailed my tongue across his skin, up over his knee, up his thigh and around his hips. His cock was beginning to throb with each breath he took. I didn't touch it but let him feel my hot breath above it as I licked his lower stomach. I opened my mouth on his hip and sucked his flesh until I had a nice love-mark there. The hickey glowed dark against his skin and he was moving against me by the time I finished. I watched a bead of pre-cum form on the head of his cock.

I knew he was ready for the next phase. I nudged him with my hands and lips until he moved up onto his side. There was enough give in the belt for him to turn over without hurting his wrists. I had tested it on myself to make sure. I kept pushing until he was on his stomach. I reached down and made sure his cock was pinned between his body and the bed. I knew if he enjoyed what I did, the friction of his engorged penis against the bed would heighten his excitement.

I reached down and pulled the harness out of its hiding place. I climbed up on the bed over his legs. I pinned them between mine and strapped on my new cock. He could hear me but he didn't try to look to see what I was doing. I popped the cap on the lubrication and laid it beside us on the bed. I put my hands on his knees and started pressing and rubbing his muscles as I worked my way up. He was relaxing into the bed and letting me have my way with him. I continued to knead my way up his thighs and over his firm buttocks. I kept the rubber cock far enough above him so he wouldn't feel it. I moved on up his back and to his shoulders. I crawled up so I was straddling his waist. I leaned forward and let the cock rest between his shoulder blades. It was cool to the touch and I knew he wondered what it was.

I began to walk back on my knees and let the rubber phallus slide down his back. Finally curiosity got the better of him and he craned his neck to see what I had. I watched his reaction when he saw the flesh colored cock suspended from my hips. His eyes shot up to mine. He watched while I unfastened it from my waist. I brought it up to my lips and opened my mouth. He seemed fascinated as I ran it between my lips and sucked it in. I pulled it in and out of my mouth a couple of times. Then I strapped it back on.

His eyes appeared to go even wider when I picked up the lubrication. I squirted some into my hand and began rubbing it over the surface of my new toy. I thrust my hips forward imitating a man jacking off. He couldn't take his eyes off me as I turned my attention back toward his ass.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked a little breathlessly.

I winked at him. "You're just along for the ride baby," I grinned. I squirted a generous blob out onto his crack. I leaned down and placed my lips against one firm buttock. I kissed and licked all over it as the lubrication sat quivering between his cheeks. I began kneading his ass and slowly spreading the cheeks apart so the lube could run down his crack. He was gently humping himself up against my hands as I continued caressing him. My fingers were moving in ever widening circles. I began running them into the valley that was slick with lubrication. When my fingers brushed his asshole I felt a definite rise of his hips. I let my fingers linger over it for longer and longer periods of time as I played.

When I heard the first moan from him, I pressed one knuckle against his hole. I kept up the pressure and felt an answering push from him. I worked the knuckle around gently stretching him and pushing the lubrication inside. Finally I placed my thumb against it and when he pushed up, I let it slide inside. 

"Uhhhnnnnn," he moaned. I pulled it back and pushed it in a little further. "Ohhhhh," he groaned again as he lifted his ass toward me. I moved it in and out, widening the opening. He didn't resist at all. I moved closer to him and laid my rubber cock against his crevice. I couldn't resist lying against his back and allowing him to feel the press of my body against his. I moved my hips, gently rocking them against the firm curve of his ass. It felt so good we both moaned. Feeling his excitement was intoxicating. My nipples were hard little points and my pussy was as wet as it had ever been. I pushed myself up and ran my hands down his back again. When I reached his cheeks I grabbed one with each hand.

I lifted a leg and used it to nudge his legs apart. He was only too eager to spread his for me. I got between them and used my hands to pull his cheeks apart. I pressed the head of my strap-on against the hole I had worked over just minutes before. I pressed firmly and watched the head begin to open up his tight little asshole. Jordan was breathing hard and moaning a little as it began to disappear. I was so excited I had to force myself to go slow. I knew he was enjoying it and I really wanted to make him cum hard. I kept up the pressure and felt his hips rising to meet mine. I knew the exact moment when the head finally slid past the tight ring of muscles at the opening. There was a gasp from Jordan followed by a long groan.

"Is it okay, baby?" I asked.

"Oh God, yes," he whispered. I held myself still for a few seconds to allow him to adjust to the feeling of being filled. It wasn't long before I felt his butt rise up toward me. I slid forward a little and heard a tiny whimper from him. "Oh, God," he groaned again. "Pleeease," he begged. I pulled back and pushed forward a little more. "Uhhhhnnnnnn."

I had about half of my toy inside him and still he wanted more. I could hear his breathing catch each time I thrust forward. I grabbed his hips and pushed in even further. When I pulled back I felt him push into the bed and this time he rose up to meet me when I thrust forward. The combined force buried my rubber rod all the way inside him. He pulled his legs forward for leverage and began to rise up beneath me. I scooted my legs forward until we were in position for me to dog fuck him so I started doing just that. 

What a feeling of power! There was no doubt who was in control and how badly he wanted things this way. I bent over his back and felt between his legs. He groaned deeply when my hand closed over his steel hard cock. I felt the warm wetness of his excitement on my hand. It was glorious! I could feel the cock against my clit and I could feel his pre-cum leaking out of him. I had to release him and steady myself by holding his hips. It didn't take very many strokes to establish the perfect rhythm and soon after he was begging me to fuck him.

"Oh baby, you're gonna fuck the cum outta me," he moaned as his hips drove back toward me.

"That's just what I intended to do," I moaned in answer. My clit was swollen and throbbing. Each thrust of my hips drove that cock into his ass and pushed my clit against the base of it. It was the best of both worlds. His voice was getting tighter and I knew he was close. His hips were pushing frantically back against me. My panties were soaked by my own juices as I fucked him harder and faster with each stroke.

"I'm gonna make a mess," he warned me. "Oh God, I can't help it," his voice begged me for understanding. "I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck my ass," he begged me. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned with each stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." With that he lost what little control he had and starting shooting cum onto the bedspread. I wanted to watch but that was impossible. I couldn't stop until I was sure he had finished. God it felt so good pounding that cock into him and feeling it rub my clit. As he started to settle down I slowed the strokes to a few gentle thrusts. Finally he stopped moving and hung his head down on his arms. I could tell he was trying to get his breathing back under control. I pulled back and let the cock slide all the way out.

Jordan rolled over onto his side and I unstrapped my new toy and laid it on the floor. We both looked at the dark stripes his cum had left on the bed. I reached out a finger and dipped it into one puddle that hadn't been absorbed yet. His eyes followed my finger as I lifted it to my mouth and sucked the creamy deposit off it. Jordan's eyes were still glowing with lust when they met mine. He scooted closer and rubbed my leg with one of his. When it slid down I opened my legs so he could put his between mine. He pushed his thigh up so it was tight against my pussy. I knew he could feel how wet my panties were. I reached up and tried to untie his wrists. I had to move closer to him so I could loosen the knots.

"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" he asked as his mouth took in an ample bite of breast.

"Who says anyone taught me anything? I just did what felt good," I answered as I freed one wrist. I worked on the other one as his leg began rubbing tighter against me.

"That was awesome," he said. His other hand was free and he immediately used them to push me over onto my back. His leg slid up and down between mine. He pinned my arms on either side of my head and lowered his face down to mine. His tongue licked across my lips and delved between them. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in. His leg felt so good rubbing my pussy I thought I'd cum right then.

"Ooooooo," I whimpered as he trailed his lips from mine down to my quivering breasts. I felt his hot breath on my nipples. I tried to push my chest up toward him but he was intent on teasing me the way I had teased him. His tongue licked my aureoles but he wouldn't touch the nipples themselves. His leg continued its motion against me. I wanted to feel his weight on me. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. If he would just stroke a little faster, I knew I'd cum on his leg. He knew it, too. His cock was gently pushing against my stomach with each move of his leg.

Without warning he bit down on one turgid nipple. I cried out at the piercing pleasure that ran from my nipple down to my clit. I was completely incoherent begging him to fuck me. He released my arms and grabbed the edges of my panties and ripped them down my legs. I tried to help kick them free but his hand cupped my mound. I didn't care whether they ever came off. I just needed him to make me cum. I was so over stimulated that my entire being was concentrated on my pussy. He rubbed the outside but refused to go in.

"Oh God, Jordan," I whimpered. My eyes closed and my head pushed back against the bed as I arched against his hand. "Oh pleeeeeeeease," I begged. "Touch me, love me!" He let one finger slide between the lips of my cunt and it touched the hard little nub that was aching for him. "I'm cumming," I squealed. "Uhhhnnnn, uhhnnnn, uhhhhnnnn," I groaned as each spasm ripped through me. He knows how sensitive my clit gets after I cum so he moved his fingers down to my hole. He pushed two inside me and I knew he could feel my pussy sucking on them as my orgasm subsided.

His touch was gentle in total contradiction to the way his eyes were looking at me when I opened mine. He was gazing at me with unadulterated lust. I reveled in it. That was the look I had been waiting for. His lips were slightly parted and he was breathing quickly. I licked my lips and he groaned aloud. His lips mashed against my own. His tongue went deep inside. Immediately I felt my body catch fire again. 

His fingers started moving faster, in and out and in and out. He drug them out and over my hip to grab my ass. He pulled me tight against him and I felt his cock throb against me. It was so hard and felt so hot. I pushed against him and his hips pushed back. We were like teenagers frantically dry humping in the back seat of a car. It was exhilarating. The polite, sensitive Jordan was gone. This sexy, uncontrolled Jordan was the one I had been waiting for.




The Transformation



He shoved me over onto my back. His hands were rough as they grabbed my legs and spread them wide apart. He pushed my knees up toward my chest. He positioned himself at the entrance to my slit and with one thrust he slammed his cock deep inside me. I grunted with the force of his penetration and my pussy immediately clamped down on the wonderfully hard meat filling it.

"Oh God Jordan," I moaned. "You feel so good inside me."

He started to drive into me with long, hard strokes of his delicious organ. I could feel the ridge at the rim of his head and I swear I could feel every vein pulsating down the length of his tool as he fucked me. My cunt was greedily squeezing him with each plunge. I was impaled on his rod and my pussy made wet, juicy noises with each probe. I was getting closer to a mind-blowing climax with each pump of his hips. 

"Fuck me," I begged.

"Oh God, I can't stop," he moaned. "Your cunt is so tight. It feels so good."

"Oh don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop," I moaned. Our hips continued to slam against each other. I could feel his balls pressing against my ass as he strained toward his own blistering climax. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my pussy. He was so deep it was almost painful. I finally knew what people meant when they said it hurt so good.

My chest was heaving as I felt the quivering begin inside me. He was buried to the hilt when the first wave of my climax shuddered through me. "Ohhhhhnn," I groaned. I didn't think it could get any better. Then he pulled back and slammed in one more time.

"Oh God, I'm cummming," he forced out through lips parted on a groan. I felt his cock jerk inside me as another wave rolled through my pussy. I could hear myself making mewling sounds like a lost kitten but I couldn't stop. Then I felt the splatter of his hot cum against my pussy walls. He held himself rigid above me as his cock pulsed and shot stream after stream of his creamy seed inside me. My pussy was clenched in the throes of my own orgasm and this only made him erupt more. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Feeling him cum at the same time was the cherry on top.

We continued to grind against each other as the spasms gradually wound down. I could feel our combined cum running out of me and down the crack of my ass. It was still warm and sent little ripples of pleasure throughout my body. Jordan released my legs after one last thrust. I pulled him down on top of me and encircled his thighs with my legs. I just wanted to hold him against me.

"I'm too heavy," he protested.

"Never," I breathed and that is how we stayed as his cock softened and finally slipped out of me. Jordan is still as polite as ever when we go out to eat and have friends over, but when they leave... mmmmmmmmmmm



The Transformation



My name is Christina and I’m roughly 4ft 6 inches tall weighing at nearly 90 pounds. I’m an Asian with typical Asian features like pearly black eyes and jet black hair. They’re really long, until the middle of my back now. I think I’ve got ample chests with 36C tits. My extremely sensitive nipples are in a shade of brown that really stand out like pencil tips. You can easily arouse me by touching them. I don’t really know about this but my boyfriend, Michael, tells me that my lips are full and slightly pout. His words really and he describes them as “begging to be kissed”. I wouldn’t know much about that having only his lips that I have ever kissed. I maintain an exercise routine that includes swimming and jogging. Plus I sometimes visit the gym for some extra push. I also like ball games like soccer, basketball, tennis, volleyball, etc. You could say that I’m quite active but in fact it really keeps me in shape.

I’ve been quite reserved for the better part of my life right until recently when I’ve took a big step forward to opening up myself. From the baggy, floor length clothes to the more daring, skimpy, sexy clothes. It’s been a real change for me and I’m really enjoying it.

This happened some time after got me cherry “eaten” by Michael. Oh, for those of you who don’t know, Michael is my boyfriend who’s 5ft 6, 132 pounds and has a really athletic body. He’s also an Asian with the typical black eyes and matching hair. We were in Michael’s room studying after school, well, sort of studying. We’ve now formed a routine where we go his place after school and after refreshing ourselves in his well stocked kitchen, we head up to his room where he turns on the air-conditioning and prepares the setting of the room while I dress up in the washroom. I would try on different clothing or different combinations, getting inspirations from the net, magazines or asking Michael.

This particular day, I was wearing a baby blue tank top that was cut right under my tits, the bottom of my globes were teasingly in view whenever I stretched or reached for something. The neckline was a low V cut that showed quite a lot of cleavage as well. For the bottom, since it was a hot day and we were indoors, I was wearing a matching color bikini bottoms that were held together on the sides with strings. Although it wasn’t a thong bikini but I assure you enough skin was showing. Once I stepped out of the washroom Michael was still selecting which CD to play. So I took my homework and plopped myself into his extremely comfortable recliner armchair. The material is smooth and soft. The chair like sucks you into it, and you feel so wonderful you wouldn’t want to budge at all.

So after 5 more minutes he finally settled with a Kenny G album. Hmm… relaxing, mood setting music, he’s definitely improving. So he turns around and at the sight of my super sexy attire, drops the remote he’s holding and stares dumbly at me mouth wide open. I took a look at his hilarious expression, chuckled and continued reading. He spent a whole 5 minutes taking in the wonderful scene in front of him. I could feel his piercing eyes on every inch of my body. I was curled up in the armchair and my legs folded under me. Still I could feel his eyes on my tits squeeze together by my arms, trailing on my long, slim legs to the toes and trying to peak down south that was currently hiding from his view. I was starting to get aroused and warm up already with his hot stares and I could feel my bikini bottom starting to get wet. Even the smell of arousal was pungent in the room within a few minutes. There was sexual tension in the air.

“Whatcha reading there?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Oh! Just today’s homework Ms. Chin asked us to go home and work on it” I replied.

“You’re sure working on it. Mind if I join you?” He was pacing slowly towards me.

“Sure…” I moved a bit to accommodate him in the chair. The armchair was quite a big one that a person could sleep curled up in it. And it’s definitely fit enough for two people, two people who didn’t mind being in intimate contact that is.

Michael sat beside me, arms encircling me while his head placed on my shoulder reading over it. We both started reading the article our teacher gave us, for a while that is. I started feeling him nibble on my shoulder, then higher on my neck and finally, on my ears. His fingers, however, were tracing circles on my bare arms, drifting lower and lower onto my abdomen. At this point my mind was a blur and I couldn’t read a single word in front of me. Although the book was merely inches away from me, it couldn’t have seems farther. I closed my eyes and focused on the intense pleasure his touches were giving me.

“Mmm… yes Michael… Yes! That’s feels soooo good…” I trailed off into a pleasureable moan.

He got encouraged by that compliment and started stroking the undersides of my tits. Softly and sensually he stroked me, while nibbling my neck. By now I had thrown my head back and was moaning out loud. His fingers then traced downwards to my thighs and started tracing circles there. Slowly he moved inwards to my inner thigh and I was sure he could feel the heat emitting from my pussy. It was too much for me to bear, as my skin is very sensitive to touch, that it brought me to my first orgasm that day.

“Argghh!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Hah… hah… yeessss…. That was wonderful Michael!” I was panting and sweating profusely, And this was merely foreplay! I couldn’t wait to fuck him mindless.

He just beamed at me and plated a wet kiss on me. At once I grabbed his head and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Our tongues swirled around each other and our smooching sounds were echoing around the room, infused with Kenny G’s saxophone. His tongue worked magic by flicking sensitive points in my mouth and he also nibbled my lips. My hands were unconsciously stroking his 7 inch cock. His hands were now inside my tank top caressing my tits. After a while he pulled away from me, just as I was about to free his cock from its “imprisonment”. 

“What’s wrong Michael? Don’t you want me?” I was truly puzzled.

“No, it’s not that. You wanna go out for a dip in the pool?” he asked. “Its brand new, just installed a few days ago.”

So that’s what the noise was a few days ago and the workers. I was still very aroused and couldn’t really think straight about the whole deal when he pulled me up and dragged me out of the room. It was then that I realized I didn’t bring my swimsuits and I was only wearing a sheer tank top that would be quite “visible” with the aid of water and not to mention of bikini bottoms. Being in this state inside his room was one thing, being in the open was quite the opposite. So, I started protesting.

“But… but Michael, I don’t have a swimsuit.”

”It’s okay baby, you’re fine the way you are, I’m not going to put on mine anyway.” He answered.

At that time he was just wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Well guys could swim in anything but it was quite the contrary for me. I don’t want to show the whole world my assets. So I protested again as we heading down the stairs,

“But Michael, people will see us. I mean, they’re gonna see me, semi-naked!”

“Well, there’s a fence surrounding the pool that’s gonna give us some privacy but there still might be some guys who are persistent enough to climb trees or something to get a good look at your sexy body.” Then he stopped and whispered softly, “Exciting isn’t it?”

At that time I didn’t find the prospect of somebody else seeing me the least bit exciting, terrifying in fact. I started wriggling away and trying to break free but he held his grip firmly on my arm and led me out to the backyard where the new pool was installed. His parents were out of town so we practically had the whole house to ourselves. Or I guess they would’ve been shocked to see me in my attire even if it’s still dry, except for my pussy that is. After dragging me out into the open, he locked the glass door leading back into the house and kept the key in the pocket of his pants. Then he motioned me towards the pool.

The pool is around 10ft times 8ft. It has a shallow and deep end. The pool was 10 ft from the porch that we were standing and I could see some deck chairs and a table was set up under a big umbrella. Out here I was having a hard time of keeping my hands covered over my tits or my bottom. This was a whole new deal for me and I was blushing a deep red color. I was embarrassed, scared, horrified…and somewhere deep inside, aroused and excited. From out of no where Michael conjured up two bottles of Vodka Lime, he offered one to me. I was so nervous that I didn’t even think about the bottle’s contents and downed it in one gulp.

I am no drinker and immediately I could feel the fire burning down my throat into my stomach, then the effects of the alcohol kicking in to my system. I started feeling warm and more relaxed in the open environment. The booze also gave me heightened senses and I started to anticipate dipping in that cool, clear blue, pristine water of the pool in front of me. Handing back the empty bottle to Michael I strode in confident strides, with an extra wriggle in my ass towards the waters edge. Then stopping there and motioning Michael who was again dumbfounded by my sudden actions to come and join me.

“Come on Michael, the water looks inviting don’t you think? I’m feeling warm and I think a dip is what I need now… Come on… Please…” I was really putting on my sexiest tone and bending down to exhibit some cleavage.

At once he came over and we both jumped into the pool together. The water felt so good, it was a hot day and plus the vodka I had I was feeling really hot then. When I stood up the water was only at my waist as we were at the shallow end, I realize my tank top was now hugging my figure like a body suit and my dark nipples were showing through the material.

Then I realize Michael had taken off his shirt as I could see his washboard abs and muscular chest and arms approaching me. The drops of water dripping on his body plus the rays of the sun suddenly made me more aware of the feeling tingling within my crotch more than anything. I didn’t care if some children were spying through hole in the fence, or the mailman decided to drop by, I was oblivious to the outside world. Then something rang a bell in me, something Michael said when we were coming out. Wouldn’t it be more exciting if there was the risk of somebody actually seeing us? I know that answer now, definitely.

I went over to meet his embrace and we started kissing in the pool. Hungry, lustful kisses with our tongues entwined with each other and our hands roamed each others body. It was then that I felt that he was actually naked under the water, he had shed all his clothing and jumped in, as my hands were caressing his bare naked ass. Then I felt his finger pulling on the knots typing my bikini bottom on. I started to panic a bit but he was such a good kisser and the water and the sun felt so good. Plus I thought that since we were underwater, we should be harder to see. So I let him tug on both of the knots, releasing them and on my first step to skinny dipping.

Now I could feel his 7 inch erection massaging on my pussy lips, causing my head to swirl around the pool. If I was aroused before, I was in euphoria now. I was high, dizzy, aroused, excited, horny…. The combination of the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the water and the freedom of being in the outdoor plus the intimate touches I was having brought me to my second orgasm.

“Ooh! Mike! Michael! I’m sooo dizzy… I’m cumming again! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned while holding onto him for my dear life.

Taking advantage of my vulnerability, Michael grab hold of my tank top and yank it over my head. I was shocked for a moment when I was stark naked in the outdoors. Then I grinned and started splashing water at Michael, he immediately retaliated by splashing back. We were having so much fun, splashing and laughing naked in a warm afternoon in the pool. 

Conceiving defeat Michael dived underneath and came up behind me, embracing me. I turned around and he immediately assaulted my lips but kissing me deeply and sensually. His hand roamed around my body, cupping my bare naked ass in the water and teasing my pussy lips. Then his mouth moved downwards and he used his tongue to trace circles around my nipple, causing waves of electricity rippling through my body. I was already in heaven but he was teasing me by avoiding any contact with the most sensitive part of my body—my nipples. He would repeat this with both of my tits until I was panting and moaning with my head spinning again. Then finally, and suddenly, he sucked one of my nipples in his mouth while pinching the other. That was my third orgasm of the day.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Suck it! Pinch harder! I like it! Fuck me right out here in the open! I don’t care who sees us! Just fuck me now!” My reservations and all those years of teachings were thrown out of the window by Michael’s expert teasing.

He needn’t a second invitation and at once plunged his cock deep into my pussy. We weren’t up to slow strokes or gentle movements then, it was pure animal lust and we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. He held me in his arms with my legs wrapped around him. Our mouths never left each other but moans escape us. 

“Mmm… argghhhh…. Yeess…. Fuck me! Fuck me! Its so fucking hard! I want it Michael!”

We kept like this for a while and then he pulled me off and led me to the side of the pool where he turned me around and fucked me from behind. I grabbed on to the edge of the pool while he pumped me while grabbing handfuls of my tits.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Michael! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! I wish… mmm… there was someone… mmm… here to see us like this… I’m in heaven! Yes! Hmm… mmm…”

After that, Michael led me back up to one of the deck chairs where he had laid a towel on it. He lay on the towel and beckoned me to ride him. I needn’t a second invitation as well and immediately knelt on top of him, and the slowly lowered myself onto his manhood. That was the only slow action I did as I quickly hastened the pace and ride him fast and furious.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Its soooo full Michael! My pussy is fully stretched by your hard cock! Yes! Fuck! It feels sooo good!”

Then from the corner of my eye I could see a figure standing behind the fence spying through the holes of the fence. I suddenly felt scared and panic though I never let my strokes fell short. I was still riding Michael but my heart was focused on the voyeur spying on my most intimate moment. But then I felt a sudden urge of excitement as I also saw some hand movements behind the fence. I then realized that I was on the verge of bringing two guys off at the same moment. I felt excited, free and sexy. As if I was the sex symbol that everyone was dreaming about. And from that moment on I knew I was going to put on a show for that guy.

So I dismounted Michael, much to his disappointment only to bend down onto his dick and started to slowly lap up the mixture juices on his cock. After it was clean, I started kissing all over it before taking in the head of his cock. 

After teasing him with that, I hold the base of his cock and slowly stroking him. My other hand softly caressing the most sensitive part of a man, between the scrotum and the anus, causing Michael to shiver and moan. I then started kissing and licking his balls while continuously stroking him. After a few more strokes and making sure his balls were covered with my saliva, I took his entire manhood into my mouth and sucked him furiously. He couldn’t have endured much more of my assault as I felt his balls tightened. So I immediately pulled his dick out and just in time to let it spray wave after wave of cum all over my face and tits.

At that very same moment, I thought I could hear a faint moan coming from the direction of the voyeur. I smiled devilishly at my accomplishments. I wondered if Michael knew about the voyeur but he was panting and sweating, exhausted after that wonderful sexual experience. I scooped up the sum on my tits and sucked it clean. It was rather pleasant tasting to I continued to “clean” myself.

A few minutes passed by and Michael regained his legs as well as his composure and led me back into the house to the bathroom for to clean up. I turn from the corner of my eye I saw my voyeur quietly leaving. I could only grin at my accomplishments this afternoon. At the same time I knew Michael had introduced me to a new world and I’m fully transformed into someone else. I smiled mischievously while starting to plan for our next adventure.



The Transformation



I can remember the week that it happened like it was just last week. The week that would forever change my life. Hi, my name is Michelle Sabatos, though my birth certificate names me as Michael Sabatos, and this is my story.

Now, I'm sure that you're wondering just exactly what caused my name change, especially the gender based change that it took, and I'll get to that, all in good time. I want to take you back to 1993, on a Friday. 

It was a normal day at my deadbeat job (changing tires at the local service station), the kind of day that takes a shot of tequila or a glass of bourbon, instead of the regular cold beer. I was heading home a different route than normal. The route I normally avoided due to its propensity for seedy characters and ill-famed collection of stores, but that particular night I was in the mood for some "Adult Entertainment" and this was the best place in town to get it, cheap. So, against my better judgment, I headed into one of the larger video stores. I had a couple of movies at my house that fit the same genre, but they were bootlegged copies done by foreigners, and I was in the mood for something really, out there. Something that I hadn't seen before. Being the kind of guy I was, I was instantly attracted to the very large sign by that cash register that garishly blared the message!!!SALE!!!. Well, it didn't take me two minutes to figure out why the movies in the bin were on sale, as most looked like cheesy knock-offs of the predominant themes done in the good movies, and the rest were mainly fetish based, but as I went over the contents of my wallet I quickly realized that those were the only ones that were going to fit my measly budget. So, using a careful and well honed technique of complex decision making (one of the few things my father ever really taught me), I closed my eyes and took the first movie I grabbed. As I headed towards the cash register, I looked down at it and saw what it was about, cross dressers. I hadn't ever seen anything similar to it before, and since I already had it in my hand, I decided that I might as well give it a shot.

As soon as I got home, I cleared a variety of candy wrappers and empty pop cans off the sofa, and popped the DVD in the player, removing my clothes and grabbing a condom on my way to sit down. Ironically, it seemed to me at the time, I had plenty of condoms in the house, but my hand was the only thing I ever seemed to be protecting by using them. At least, I thought, it saves some lube. The movie started and shortly I was in a blissful state, shooting my semen in the thin, latex glove that held my penis captive. Little did I know that, this time, I wasn't entirely alone.

When I woke up the next morning, it didn't take me very long to figure out something was wrong. Not only was it pitch black, but I couldn't move my arms, legs, or head, as they all seemed to be strapped down. I don't know how long I lay there, it seemed like hours, until suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I could tell that I was in a small, low ceilinged room. Judging by the sparkling white walls, the trays of tools, and the large, but lifeless, machines, I could only guess that it was some sort of hospital room. As I looked closer though, I could see that the paint was faded in areas, and tile was coming up in places, and I figured that the building hadn't been used in some time. I laid there for what seemed to be another fifteen minutes or so, and then, the door opened, and in walked three men. The first one had on a suit, the second a doctors outfit, and the third looked like a male nurse. As they got closer, the first man looked at the other two, and pressed a button. Suddenly, the bed I was on started moving, until I was in an upright position facing them. The nurse paused to whisper something to the doctor, went into a corner, and began sterilizing some of the medical tools arrayed throughout the room. The other two came over to my bed and began talking. 

"So, you sure this is the right one doc?" 

"Well, quite frankly, yes. He fit's the age, height, weight, body mass, and other pertinent criteria, as well as being single, having no girlfriends, and no living family. He also has an interest in the subject, as evidenced by the information I got from my informant at the video store."

"Ok, you're the doc, doc. I'm just here to make sure nothing goes wrong. If you need me, I'll be on level 4, checking on the other test subjects."

"What test subjects?" I asked the doctor, as soon as the suit guy had left. "And why am I here?"

"All in good time, my good sir, all in good time. Right now, I have some questions. If you cooperate, you'll make it out of here in no time at all, and you can get right on with your life, like nothing happened"

"You mean, free and clear, no harm done?"

"Right. Just pay attention, be honest, and be obedient, and everything will be fine."

"Ok." I said, "Whatever it takes, just let me go."

The doctor seemed to take that as good news and promptly started asking me questions. I thought it was a little strange, but I answered anyway. He started out getting my vital statistics, you know the stuff doctors ask, what kind of medication I was on, If I was allergic to anything, that sort of stuff. It really got weird though, when he started asking me about my preference in women. Well, I eventually answered all of his questions, and long story short, he found out that my dream women would be a Blonde, about 5' 6" tall, about 105 pounds, athletic build, with 34 C cup breasts.

As soon as he had all that information, he turned to his assistant, asked if he had gotten all of that, and when the assistant affirmed that he had, he chuckled to himself, told his assistant to prepare "it", and the assistant left the room. As soon as he left, the doctor made one last parting statement.

"Well, Mr. Sabatos" he said. "I know that this is a bit awkward, but I'm about to give you the opportunity of a lifetime. Before I go, I'm going to give you a shot. It's a sedative, and it won't hurt you. While you are asleep, you will be given an experimental drug, needless to say, that is also harmless. When you wake up, you will be back home, and if everything went according to plan, no further explanation will be needed. Good night."

Then he gave me the shot, and I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was indeed at home, just as he had promised. 

I was still kind of groggy, but I did know one thing, that if I didn't get to the bathroom fast, I was going to explode. I ran into the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights I was so desperate, pulled down my pants, and reached for my penis so I wouldn't miss the toilet, but my hands found nothing but pubic hair. I was so disoriented that I almost passed out, and so confused that, for the moment, I forgot that I had to pee. I rushed over to the light switch, flipped it on, ran over to the mirror, and about fainted at what I saw. Staring back at me in my mirror, was the most beautiful women I could ever imagine, exactly like the one I had described to that weird doctor in the little room. As I ran my hands over my face, I realized, that beautiful women, was me.

I still could hardly believe it, but the fact hit home as I looked down my front, to see where my cock had once been, but my view was obstructed by two, perfectly formed breasts. I reached up to grab them, and I instantly noted that they were not fake, as I had suspected, but real. Real breasts, and they were mine. Quickly, I took my shirt off, and looked at them in the mirror, and noted that not only were they real, they were really mine. There were no cut marks, like they had been transplanted, no marks of any kind really, and as I reached down between my legs, I felt my fingers dip into a hole. A hole that had never been there before. My shock was quickly subsiding, and my need to urinate was making itself known, and so I sat down on the toilet, thinking how odd it was to have to do that for such a simple thing as peeing. Finishing quickly, I put my clothes back on and went to bed, grateful for the knowledge that the next day was Sunday, and I would have a day to figure all of this out.

Sunday morning came with startling rapidity, and I sprang out of bed, eager to resolve some of what had happened to me the night before. I quickly deduced that I was, in fact, 100% female, and that everything was indeed the genuine article. Whatever stuff that doctor gave me worked like a charm. I had gone from looking like a down and out hick, to a playboy playmate wannabe, literally overnight. I knew that the first order of business was getting some decent clothes, knowing that my now oversized men's clothes would never do the trick. I went over to the computer, intent on doing a little shopping, when I ran across an envelope addressed to Michelle Sabatos. I opened it and found a card from the doctor that said simply "Thanks for your cooperation. Here's to the necessities." I looked in the envelope, and I found a visa gift card, along with a receipt that said $1,500.00, and at the bottom it said, "check the closet". I put the gift card next to my keyboard, and almost ran into the bedroom to tear open the closet doors. Inside, all my men's clothes were gone, replaced by a single, yet complete, set of women's attire. I took out the clothes, and laid them on my bed, so I could see what had been left for me. There wasn't anything extravagant about the clothes, as they consisted of a pair of blue jeans, some socks, a white t-shirt, a pair of tennis shoes, a black push-up bra, and matching black panties. I took off the clothes I was wearing, slipped on the ones left for me, and was happy to note that everything fit perfectly. I was further thrilled to find a slip of paper in my pants pocket listing my exact sizes for each article of clothing, which would greatly help me out in selecting new clothes. 

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I dashed to the computer, grabbed the visa card, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door. Racing through early morning traffic, I reached my destination, the mall. I locked the car doors, and headed directly towards the store that I had always wanted to go into, but had never felt eligible to enter. Victoria's Secret. As I walked through the entrance, I glanced around nervously, half expecting some sales lady to demand why I was there, scold me, and tell me to leave, but the first one I saw simply smiled and said "Is there anything I can help you with today ma'am?" Without even thinking I blurted out "Oh, no thank you." before I realized that those were the first words I had spoken since my transformation. Again I was shocked, because, instead of my deep, throaty, male voice, I had just answered in a brisk, feminine voice. As I thought about it a little more, I turned to the lady and said "Actually, you can help me. You see I just won this gift card in a contest, and I'm looking to redo my entire wardrobe."

It took me several hours, and lots of trying on things, but I eventually found all the women's clothing I could ever want. I took it all home and put it away, and them I made what was, in hindsight, the worst mistake of the weekend. I was bored, so I picked out the sexiest outfit I could find, and put it on. It really wasn't much, just a red silk bra, a matching red silk g-string, and a little black dress. The kind that, if I had still been a guy, would have had my full and complete attention. Not satisfied with merely dressing up, I did an even stupider thing. I decided that I might as well try to score some free drinks at a local club I knew. After all, I had purchased more than my share for women in my day. So I headed out, not thinking about the direction things could go.

I hadn't been sitting at the bar for five minutes before I had a guy sit down next to me, trying to get my number. It didn't take him too long to figure out that I hadn't had anything to drink, and he quickly threw a twenty to the bartender. The bartender kind of winked at him knowingly, and put a glass of his most powerful stuff in front of me. From times past , I knew that it would take at least three of those monsters to even begin to phase me, so I knocked it back without a moments hesitation. Half way through the second, however, I knew something was wrong. I was starting to feel like I did, usually after I had drank a whole bottle of tequila, not how I felt after one drink. The guy beside me offered to drive me home, and not thinking I said yes. After all, I couldn't remember how many times buddy's had taken me home when I was drunker than that, but those times had all been different in one respect. I wasn't a woman then. 

The guy helped me into the passengers seat, and closed the door. He quickly pulled away from the curb and started driving. It still hadn't occurred to me that he hadn't asked where I lived. We drove for what seemed like a long time, until we suddenly stopped. He hadn't more than shut the ignition off when I lost consciousness.

I woke up, I don't know how much later, with one of the worst headaches of my life. As I looked around, I had a sudden feeling of déjà vu. I wasn't in that small medical room, but the feeling of waking up in a strange place was all too familiar. As I woke up further, I saw a man sitting in a chair in the corner.

"Good morning" he said with a slight grin on his face.

"Good morning" I answered. "Where are we?"

"At my home." he replied without a moments hesitation. "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" I asked, curiosity gripping me.

"Well, as I recall" he said. "You owe me for a couple drinks."

I just kind of chuckled, until I realized that he wasn't kidding. Then from behind me, a pair of hands grabbed me, one around my waist, and one clamped over my mouth. Then the guy in the chair stood up, walked over to me, and stuck me with the needle that was in his hand. 

"Don't worry. This will just make you a little easier for us. We won't hurt you. Too much" he laughed.

The drug he gave me worked fast, and I could quickly tell what it was. A concoction of sedatives, and psychotropic drugs, designed to make it easier to rape someone. The victim would be compliant, aware, responsive, but unable to fight back, or remember anything for about a three hour time period surrounding the injection. As soon as the effects became apparent, I realized what was about to happen to me. I had only been a woman for a little over 3 days, and I was already going to be raped.

The first thing to go was my dress, ripped off by the guy behind me. I could tell that they liked what they saw, simply by the way they immediately grabbed my breasts and started kneading them. It wasn't long before my panties and bra joined my dress on the floor, and two men were ripping there clothes off. One of them wasted no time and started sucking my pussy, teasing my cunt lips with his tongue. As he continued working on my pussy, his friend flipped me over, and I felt the cold shock of lotion hit my ass cheeks. He rubbed his already rock-hard dick into my cheeks and suddenly shoved. I gasped slightly at the sudden violation of my virgin ass, wincing at the pain, but quickly learning to enjoy the sensations. Then, much to my chagrin, I realized that my juices had started to flow. The other guy, finding my pussy to now be nice and lubed, placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, gently easing the head in. As he slowly advanced, he suddenly encountered a wall. I could tell he was surprised that I was a virgin by the sudden delay in his penetration of me, but he quickly recovered and plunged his cock deep into the depths of my vagina. As the two cocks continued pumping in and out of me, I began to understand why it was so pleasurable for the girls on those movies to be used like this as well. The guys continued to pump in and out, and they both fondled my breasts. Between those forms of stimulation I quickly came, flooding the one's cock with my pussy juices. In the time that it took them to cum once, I came five times, each one more powerful then the one before. At the end, my pussy and ass muscles were squeezing their cocks so hard, they were screaming. To this day, I don't know if it was in pain, or pleasure. I'd like to think it was both.. Several hours went by, and they had cum inside me about six times a piece, in all three of my orifices, and they finally decided to let me go. So they tied me up, naked, put me in the trunk, and dropped me by the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere. I did eventually get home, through a very interesting series of events, but that is for another time, and another story.

Anyway, that is my story. I hope it is pleasurable, and entertaining, but I hope it also makes you think. So next time you walk into an adult store to buy a video, just remember: you don't always get what you pay for.



The Transformation



Jeanette put down her pen and looked out the window. She stared blankly at the street below and tried to clear her thoughts from the columns of numbers on her computer screen. She sighed and stretched in her chair. The Ferguson Account was still open, as was the Miler's and the Tillery's. And with those accounts still open, the various rental agencies and caterers were not happy. They understood, at least they said they did, but they were still unhappy.

"I'm just a bean counter," she told herself in absolution. And, as the accountant for Meyerton Events Planning, she was that and much more. She held the purse strings, and rather enjoyed the authority it gave her.

Most of the time.

She sent her employer a matter of fact email, detailing the cash flow issues created by these open accounts, and recommending a course of action. Jeanette typed out the last couple of lines in her email when her direct extension rang.

"Meyerton Events Planning, Jeanette..."

A deep almost purring voice cut her off. "Hello, kitten."

"...Sir?"

She could envision the slow curl of his lips into a lopsided grin. "Who else would it be?" he asked teasingly. "I want you to prepare yourself, and meet me accordingly when I come over tonight."

Jeanette's heart skipped delightfully. 

"Tonight? Of course!"

She spent the rest of the afternoon in a delightful fog, thoughts of Him filling her mind. The distraction carried her home, and Jeanette rushed through her condo, straightening up last minute things and making sure that the kitchen was clean and the rooms tidy. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water poured through her almost midnight black hair and beaded on her well cared for, yet pale, skin. She took slow meditative breaths and communed with the water, letting it wash away the day's troubles, the day's cares. Jeanette turned the water off and slinked out of the shower and wrapped her large towel around her body.

She stared at herself in the mirror and then roller her eyes closed. The young woman took several full breaths. She felt her chest rise and fall and sensed the beat of her heart. Her bright green eyes opened and her lips curled into a small grin. Jeanette took a long, graceful turn on the balls of her feet and into her bedroom. She slipped into the closet and found her dresser. She opened the drawer, and the smell of soft leather filled her nostrils. She picked out a pair of long black velvet gloves and slid them on. Her fingers poked out of the open holes and stretched out sultrily. Jeanette stretched her hands outward and splayed her fingers wide. She rolled her shoulders into the stretch and let out a moan. 

She then put on a tight pair of thigh high stockings made from black velvet. Jeanette ran her hands down her legs; the sensation of the soft velvet on her skin changed her perceptions. Then, her fingers wrapped around a leather collar and she wrapped it around her delicate throat. A large round bell hung from it. Jeanette jingled it with her fingers. A smile creased her lips and she closed her eyes.

Her ears pricked up and her nose twitched. She heard the key enter the lock, the tumblers clicking into place and then the rolling back of the deadbolt. Her nostrils caught a familiar scent as it wafted in with the change in air pressure. She turned and scampered toward the door before he even called her. Her bell chimed merrily.

"Here kitten!"

His kitten turned the corner and padded over to His side on all fours. She leaned back on her haunches and pawed at his thighs, her digits spread wide and her claws lovingly and needingly digging into his pants. He petted her head and scratched behind her ear. His kitten purred loudly and mewed. He stepped past her and took His Chair. She crawled over and rubbed on his legs, her head nuzzling against him and filling her senses with his scent, the feel of his pants, and the strength of his legs under them.

"What a beautiful kitten you are," he said softly while petting down her back.

His kitten purred and let out a soft meow. Of course I am, she thought to herself. She cleaned her forelimb and then wiped her face, looking up at him coyly. Then she started to crawl up into his lap, but he guided her back to the floor.

"Did I say you could?" he asked.

His kitten tilted her head. 'No, but what does that matter?' She thought. Instead she slid in between his legs and began to rub her muzzle on his crotch, purring very loudly. His attention was all she craved. Her center warmed, and she gave out a low, moaning call. He was her Tom. And she was in heat. She spun around slowly and lowered her head, presenting her sex. His kitten rested on her forearms for a moment thinking surely he got the message. She swayed her hips invitingly, but to her dismay, he didn't notice. She pressed her hips against him wantonly rubbing her sex against his body. His kitten meowed lustily, trying to tempt her Tom to mount her. 'I'm so ready,' she thought as she rubbed her sex along his crotch. 

He lightly swatted His kitten's tail and she turned quickly. Her eyes were large at first, but narrowed sultrily as she dragged her paws down his thigh. She watched with great interest as he opened his legs invitingly and undid the zipper of his pants. He brought forth her meal, and like every good kitten should, His kitten wanted to play with it. She softly wrapped her paws about the meat and rubbed its length. To her delight, the meat grew and thickened and became more of a meal. His kitten leaned in and let its musky scent fill her nostrils, and she grew hungrier. Her tongue extended and she gave the meat soft licks along its pink tip and around the ridges of its mushroom shaped top.

"Hungry tonight, I see," he said in a low purr.

She answered in a purring meow and nuzzled her meal, running her cheeks on the flesh. He petted her head and ran a thumb along her brow. His kitten then took the top into her mouth, and teased the meat with her tongue. The flavor of the meat danced on her tongue, and she touched and explored every piece in her mouth. His kitten took more and more meat into her little mouth, and then a little more, until she gorged herself on it. Her tongue slide up and down the length, and it kept growing more savory. 

He guided her mouth away from the meat and a sad pout crossed His kitten's face. But it turned to elation as he positioned her haunches and pulled her onto him. She yowled and meowed wantonly as her Tom used her and she used him. Her back arched and she laid against his chest as he continued to pummel her. He filled her deeply and completely, and even more than she could handle at first. Her eyes glazed heat and she bent over, clawing the ground. He stood forcing her head to the carpet and continued to ram into her. She caterwauled in delight and her body spasmed hard.

He pulled out of her, leaving her spent and empty, but as her eyes came back to focus, she saw her meat, now glistening with juice. His kitten meowed and reached for it, but he pushed her hand aside and took her dish. He held it in one hand and her meat in the other, and worked the meat until it spilled hot cream.

He gave his kitten the dish, and like the good kitty she was, she lapped up every drop.



The Transformation



I opened my eyes and saw a ceiling. Not a ceiling I was familiar with either. I lay still for a few minutes trying to gather my thoughts. Even the sounds weren't familiar.

I would usually wake to the faint sound of 'the bypass traffic'.

There was none. It was quiet. Very very quiet.

I lifted my head and was instantly aware of my hair getting in my face. I brushed it aside and then stopped suddenly. Why would my hair be so long?? I sat upright and was surprised at the feeling on my chest. It was a feeling of 'weight'. My hands flew up to my chest and discovered 'tits'. Real tits. In a blind panic I threw my legs out of the bed so as to stand and remove the garment I was wearing. That too gave me a shock. It was a short satin night dress. Pink at that.

As I ripped it from me I looked down and could not believe what I was looking at.

I had tits. Me, Gerry. I had tits. This couldn't be. I am a man. I'm married. I have kids. None the less, there they were. A very nice pair of tits. Any woman would be thrilled at having such tits. What I'd always considered a 'nice handful'. Not too big and not too small, with pert nipples that stood out.

As I touched 'my tits' my hand brushed my pert nipples. It sent shockwaves through my body like never before. My groin 'pulsed' at the touch. That too had never happened before. I instinctively put my hand down to my cock.

It wasn't there. Blind overwhelming panic had me shouting and screaming. My cock was gone. There was no doubt whatsoever at what was there instead. A pussy. A cunt.

A vagina. I had a pussy and tits. I collapsed to the floor.

When I woke again I could hear voices. I tried to sit up again but found I couldn't.

I had been restrained. I was tied to the bed with big wide leather straps round my wrists and ankles and another across my middle.

When I made as to speak a voice that I knew spoke. She said "try to remain calm and quiet Lydia. I will explain all if you remain calm and quiet".

I was about to scream and shout again when I felt a needle in my arm. My whole body relaxed. I laid there looking down toward the foot of the bed. All I could see was the lumps of 'my tits'.

Then the familiar voice said "you remember when you left the pub?" I nodded. "Well" she said. "I had you kidnapped. You have been here for 5 months. Everything about your past life is gone. You are now a woman. Your tits are real tits. They are not implants. A new technology has been used that converts male tissue into female. Your tits are as real as any woman's tits. Your pussy is equally real. It is a fully functional pussy. You have a real clit and real labia. I can tell you that we know for fact that you can take an 8 inch cock."

I passed out again.

When I woke the voice was there again. "Welcome back" she said. "Now; you have been given a sedative. It will hopefully stop you passing out again as you continue to learn about your new body. So that you know I am Carol. You do remember Carol don't you?" 

I nodded. "Good" she continued. "I want you to know why and how this happened.

Do you recall an email you sent that asked what I'd do if were to win £161 million on the Euro lottery?" I nodded "well" she said. "I did and the first thing I did was to have you kidnapped. You were smuggled out of the country and have been here ever since. We are in Brazil. I arranged for your wife and family to receive £30 million so that they can at least rebuild their lives now that Gerry has gone. He will never be able to go back. The technology we used can be reversed but only by one person.

I have paid him enough money to never need to take another bribe. You are now a girl. A woman".

I lay where I was. I said nothing, but closed my eyes and tried to remember.

Slowly I began to recall and then 'clarity'.



I'd gone to a pub. It was a Friday night. Sue 'my wife' didn't fancy going out so I went on my own. I didn't know if anyone would be there that I knew, but I did know a band would be playing. There always was on a Friday.

There was. I don't recall who they were I only knew I had not seen them before.

I spoke to no-one. I 'people watched' as I often did when out on my own and as the evening drew to a close, and after 2 pints of beer I left at about 10.40pm.

I walked up the road to the car park where my car was. As I turned the corner to enter the car park everything went black.

This could not be true. I must be having a dream. Please GOD let this be a dream.

I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was a hospital room. That was for sure. By the looks of it, it was a private hospital. There were wardrobes, mirrors, a chest of drawers and carpet.

I looked to my left and there sat the woman I knew as "Mistress Carol". She had a big self satisfied smile on her face. "Hello again Lydia" she said. "Welcome back".

I asked her "Why" and she then went on to explain that "once she had won the £161 million she had nothing to stop her fulfilling her wildest fantasies. I was that fantasy.

She wanted to transform a man who was to all intents and purposes quite 'macho'.

One that she discovered secretly liked to dress up in women's clothes, and then turn that man into a woman even if that was not what he wanted. If he genuinely did not want to be a woman then it was all the better. It would make it all the more satisfying 

to give him the full working body of a sexy woman".

"I'm glad to say that although you liked dressing up you never wanted to be female. You made that obvious more than once. But now? Now you ARE female. A girl. You have a pussy and tits. Your Adam's apple has been removed. Your eyebrows will never need to be plucked. Your legs will never need to be waxed. Your lips and eyes have been tattooed. Your eyes with permanent eye shadow, and eye liner. Your lips with deep red lipstick. All you'll ever need to do is put lip gloss on your lips.

Your nipples have been 'sensitised' so that the slightest touch will drive you wild with pleasure. Your pussy? Well let's just say that I can't wait to see you fucking a man".

At that she began to undo my 'shackles'. Once they were all undone I slowly sat up.

My tits pulled on my chest. This was so strange. 'MY TITS'.

I swung my legs out of bed and stood. I said "I need to use the bathroom. Then I want to shower or take a bath".

I gingerly walked to the bathroom and 'Mistress Carol' followed me without saying a word. Once in the bathroom it became obvious that I could no longer stand and take my dick out to pee. I literally had to sit. Like all girls have to. I sat down and peed. 

I had to 'wipe' myself as I had seen my wife do so many many times. During this time I could see Mistress carol with a wry smile from the knowledge that I was indeed now a girl. She had started the bath water and was adding feminine smelling oil to the running water. Then she left the room without a word. I climbed into the bath and sat down. I lay there for a while luxuriating in the warm water.

Then came the moment that I had to wash myself. I picked up the soap and began to lather. As my hands lathered 'my tits' the sensation that swept through me was electric. It gave a deep warm glow in my groin. I groaned without realising, and found myself rubbing my hands gently over my tits to keep the feeling going.

I then pinched my nipples. In Gerry's mind I couldn't believe what I was doing.

In Lydia's I couldn't stop myself. The 'glow' in my groin got hotter and even though I was in the bath I felt wet. I felt wet. Women get wet when they want sex or are sexually aroused. Not me. I'm Gerry. God I was hot and wet. My hand crept down to my pussy and as I tentatively explored my finger tips touched my clit. I shouted out loud at the feeling as I did so. Fuck my pussy was hot and wet. I increased the pressure on my clit without realising what I was doing. I soon found myself at a point where I couldn't stop. I continued to rub and then found myself pushing 2 fingers 'inside my pussy' while I played with my clit. Then I 'came'. God how I came.

Great waves of pulsating pleasure and warmth swept over me. I thought I'd die with the intensity of the pleasure. I heard a voice screaming out. It was my own. If I'd been standing I would surely have collapsed such was the intensity. It slowly subsided to a warm 'afterglow'. I opened my eyes. Mistress Carol was stood beside the bath. She had the biggest smile. "Now do you see how good it is to be a girl?" she said.

I couldn't answer. I certainly did not want to admit that being a girl felt good. I was a man. Yes I had just experienced a female orgasm, but in my head I was a man.

I sat up and finished washing myself. My thoughts strayed to what had just happened.

I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, but the 'glow' I felt continued.

Eventually I clambered out of the bath and began to dry myself. I took the towel dressing gown from the peg on the door and put it on. It was undoubtedly a woman's dressing gown. I returned to the room and sat on the bed. 

I was trying desperately to get things straight in my head. My thoughts turned to getting dressed. I got up and went to the chest of drawers, and opened the top drawer.

I was met with a drawer full of the most feminine lingerie.

There were panties, bra's suspender belts, corsets. Basque's, teddy's and stockings.

All in neat little rows. There was nothing else for me to do. I took out a pair of dark blue satin panties and stepped into them. They slid up my 'hair free' legs and were a perfectly snug fit. No bulge, and nothing to push up inside me, let alone anything to tuck back between my legs. I took out the matching bra and put it on. I had no trouble doing so. I'd been pretending with false tits for so long. This time though before putting my arms into the shoulder straps I had to arrange my own tits into my bra so that they were comfortable. Instantly I felt better as it reduced the 'tugging' effect on my chest. My tits were pushed in and up to give me a fabulous cleavage. One I would have admired on any woman. I looked into the drawer again. 'Did I put stockings and a suspender belt on?' I suppose it was the right thing to do.

I took out the suspender belt and hooked it around my waist and then spun it so the hooks were at the back. I tucked the straps through my panties and then picked out a pair of tan sheer stockings with a lacy top. As I slid each one up my legs I shuddered at the feeling it gave. It was electric. I snapped the suspenders onto each stocking.

I looked for and underarm spray. Of course they were all girly ones. Nearly all announced 'no white marks'. I sprayed one and put it back on the dresser. I marvelled at the array of make up and perfume and other cosmetics on the dresser.

I sat at the dresser and began to brush my shoulder length hair. It seemed to flick under at the ends. It was then I noticed my pierced ears. I sighed. I opened a small box on the dresser. It contained some 12 pairs of earrings. All of them were the 'dangly' type that just hooked through the hole in each ear. I chose a silver pair and put them on. I couldn't help but notice my long shaped red nails. My hands somehow seemed slimmer. I looked down at my stomach. Even my 'beer belly' had gone. It looked strange without hair. Feminine, girly, female.



The Transformation



Carl West was at the liquor store, looking for a case of the finest Scotch they had. It was going to be a bit pricy, but that was okay. If it cost him a couple of hundred dollars, it would easily be worth it. He owed that much to Gil Nichols for introducing him to the wonderful and sexy Miss Bianca.

Carl adored his wife, but the spark had seemed to go out of their marriage. No matter what he did, he couldn't get Elizabeth interested in sex. They had only been married five years and didn't have any children, so she couldn't use being tired as an excuse. She worked from home, so she made her own hours and demands on her time were few. She was even starting to let herself go and Carl wanted the curvy, lusty, busty brunette sweetheart he had married back in their marital bed.

Luckily for him, it was Gil to the rescue. His friend and sometimes-mentor were out playing golf. Gil sensed his best buddy's head wasn't really in the game, which was odd. Carl had been playing since he was 9 and could have gone pro had he not fallen in love with automobiles. He sold more cars than any man in the Tri-State area. Both he and Gil were living high on the hog, enjoying the good life.

"You've got a gorgeous wife but she seems to have forgotten that herself," Gil told him. He handed him a card. "Take this card and go see the woman whose name is on it. If she can't put the spark back in your marriage, no one can."

"What is she, a marriage counselor?" Carl asked.

"Yes and no," Gil chuckled. "You'll find out soon enough. Make an appointment with her and I warn you, it ain't gonna be cheap – but it will be worth it. You know my wife?"

"Kennedy? Of course I do." Gil had been married for ten years to a one-time model who was twenty years his junior. Every time he visited Gil's home, he got a vibe from Kennedy that the gorgeous blonde would like to take him upstairs and fuck the shit out of him. Luckily for his buddy, Carl wasn't the type to cheat on his wife or screw over a buddy. Kennedy was the kind of gal that put that kind of fidelity to the test.

"A few years after we got married, Kennedy started to turn into a cold fish. After Miss Bianca got control of her, she turned back into the hot slut I married," Gil grinned. "Now, I get all the sex I want – and more, if you know what I mean," Gil winked at him. Carl didn't know what he meant, but he thought if this Miss Bianca could help, he'd spend any amount necessary.

Once they finished their golf game, Carl called the number. He was given instructions as to where to go and followed them. Instead of a therapist's office, he found a small little store located in a strip mall. He went in and realized that he was in some kind of Lingerie Store / Fetish Shop. A woman walked out from in back of the store. She was hard to miss, a striking redhead with curves that went on for days. Added to that fact was her apparel. She was clad entirely in some kind of shiny black material and heels that must have been at least six inches high.

"I am Bianca Beauchamp, but you may call me Miss Bianca," the stunning redhead smiled. "All of my friends do and I hope that we will be – close friends," she purred in a lightly-accented voice. "Are you Carl?"

"I am, yes." He couldn't stop staring at her in the outlandish, but still-sexy, outfit.

"It's made of Latex," she told him as she led him to the front of her shop. "I sell fetish clothing here, Latex, PVC, Rubber, high heels, bondage apparel, whips and other types of sexy lingerie," she smiled as she sat down. Her tits were almost popping out of her clothes, they were enormous. Carl tried not to stare, but she put her hand on his knee. "Don't worry about staring, I'm an exhibitionist. I love having men and women staring at my tits and ass. I worked hard to get this body and I love to flaunt it. Nothing gets me hotter than knowing I turn people on," she said. "Do I turn you on?" Carl didn't want to be unfaithful to Liz, but he had to admit that she did.

"Good. Now, please tell me what is your problem?" Carl went on to describe the problems with his marriage. She listened intently and seemed to be taking mental notes. "Okay, I think what I will do is take your wife apart – don't worry, it will not hurt – and re-build her, into a new and sexy woman. She will become very sexual, highly sexual, if I do this – are you sure that you can handle that?" Bianca asked him.

"Yes, I think that I can."

"Good. It will not be inexpensive, although it is not for the work that I charge. It is for the clothes. Once I break down your wife's ..."

"Elizabeth ..."

"Once I break down Elizabeth's barriers, she will become a true slut. She will crave sex all the time and will act and dress like a woman who does. I will provide her the wardrobe, but you must pay all of the costs. Don't worry, you'll find I'm very reasonable compared to the other fetish shops," she laughed gently.

"Uh, okay," Carl laughed nervously. "If you don't mind my asking, exactly what do YOU get out of all of this?"

Bianca looked at him with her intense, dark eyes. "I make sales, plus I get a new lover, a slave, sometimes I even get two lovers," she answered him in total candor. "To break these women down, I must own them – make them trust in me, me alone. I make them worship me and my body, I own them, body and soul. They will do anything I ask because they become my little whores," she said, a hint of excitement oozing from her voice. "Do not worry Carl, I will give her back to you when I have reached my goal – but you must understand, a part of her will always belong to me," she told him. "She will see me as Miss Bianca and my slightest whim will be her command. She will serve you only because it pleases me to have her do so."

"Won't she have any free will?"

Bianca shrugged. "For some, free will is an obstacle to leading a truly happy life. If Elizabeth is strong-willed, some of her personality will likely resurface. There will be a change, a noticeable one. At first, she may not want you as her lover, but if she sees that displeases me, that will stop. You are a handsome man – I would want to fuck you a few times myself, so I am sure Elizabeth will permit that."

Carl thought all of this was outrageous and yet, he was excited. "Never, not in a million years. Liz would never let another woman fuck me and I don't cheat."

"Your wife – my slave - 'Liz' – will have no choice, not if she wishes my approval," Bianca laughed. "I have dealt with many women such as Liz, like Kennedy. She is a whore for Gil, because it pleases me. Just yesterday, she spent four hours here dusting and then, I allowed her to eat my pussy for 30 minutes. I am a dominant woman and I control my bitches. With a man, that is different. You will not be cheating, because Liz will be allowing it. In a sense, it is now she who will be cheating – on me, with YOU!" Bianca chuckled.

"I still can't see how all of this is going to work," Carl shook his head. "I don't even know how the hell I'd get her over here."

"I can have Kennedy bring her, she adores your wife," Bianca smiled. "Merely provide your credit card or a blank check. It will be a slow process, but I promise you it will work. Even if it only works a little, your wife will get some sexy new outfits and I am sure her libido will increase," Bianca said, leaning close. Carl gulped and nodded. He wanted this to work because he saw a whole new world of possibilities. He would get to screw the luscious redhead, perhaps have a threesome and maybe, just maybe, he would be able to fuck Kennedy if he could convince – no, he would command – that Liz fuck Gil. Holy Christ, he couldn't believe what he was thinking!

He made all the arrangements with Bianca – Miss Bianca – and left her store. He had a huge hard-on when he got home and hoped perhaps Liz would be in a good mood. She told him that Kennedy had invited her shopping, but said nothing more about it.

He got home the next afternoon and Liz was making dinner. When Carl asked her about her day, she told him it was fine. He asked about the shopping trip. "It was a really crazy store she took me to," Elizabeth said. "Not my type of place, I don't think I'll go back."

He had an E-Mail from Bianca few hours later, which he answered. "Don't worry," came her reply. "They always come back, it's the ones who are indifferent who don't return. I saw your wife and she was intrigued. It will just take time."

Time was one thing that Carl didn't think he had, but Miss Bianca seemed confident. Liz seemed to be a bit quieter over the next few weeks, more docile. Not cold, just – shy. She seemed edgy at times and one day, he noticed her wearing a pair of outrageous heels. She had never worn them before and he knew instantly where she'd gotten them.

"Kennedy gave them to me," she fibbed. "She got them at that store and said they didn't fit her."

He communicated with Miss Bianca. "She's been here five times," she told Carl. "The last few times, I've been a bit indifferent and started to play her. I told her she should buy a pair of heels like the ones you saw. I told her every woman should have at least one pair of slutty shoes. She kicked up a bit of a fuss, but she bought them. Next time she comes in, I'm going to start my work in earnest," Bianca smiled. "In a few months, I'll have her broken and you'll have the horny slut you always wanted, plus I'll have another pussy slave," she said triumphantly.

Carl sometimes felt uncomfortable when she said things like that, but he truly wanted a passionate and sexy wife. He allowed Bianca her control and she kept him apprised of every step. The curvaceous redhead told him that she came into her shop at least 3 times a week now, sometimes with Kennedy and sometimes, alone. Sometimes she just browsed and at other times, she made conversation. "I'm going to start having coffee with her in the shop," Bianca informed Carl. "If I can build up a bond of trust, I can work from there."

A few weeks later, Carl was getting ready for bed when he noticed a new skirt and heels lying next to his wife's side of the bed. The heels were five inches high and very outrageous and the skirt was made of black latex and scandalously short. He knew at once where they had come from. When he questioned Liz about it, she blushed and said "Oh, I went with Kennedy to that store again and, well, she talked me into buying them. I guess I did so on an impulse, I'm going to take them back," she said.

"No, don't, I bet they'd look great on you," he told his wife. "Try them on, let me see." He was right – Liz looked hot and he must have told her so 100 times. She modeled a bit for him and when she removed the clothes, she went into her walk-in closet. She came out in the sexiest piece of lingerie she owned and black stiletto heels – also new.

"Baby, fuck me," she said in a tone he had never heard her use before. "Fuck me hard and long, treat me like I'm your whore." She pounced on him in bed and was like a different person. Liz gave him a great blowjob and swallowed his cum. She rubbed her body all against his and kept her heels on in bed. She was wild, wanton and aggressive, even fucking him on top. When they finished, they had been fucking for nearly 2 hours. "I don't know what came over me," she blushed again. "I honestly don't."

He spoke with Bianca the next day. "Kennedy didn't talk her into buying anything," Bianca chuckled. "The little slut saw the dress and the shoes and she just had to have them. I told her they were the kind of things a slut would buy and she blushed, but she nodded and said if that was my opinion, okay, she would be a slut. It's working Carl, your wife is coming around. I'm curious to see just how far we can push the envelope," Bianca told him.

For the next few days, Liz went back to being quiet, although remaining friendly. He would have almost used the word "timid". Carl was troubled and he called Bianca one afternoon from work.

"Darling, don't worry," she chuckled. "Do you know what happened today? Your wife was in here, with Kennedy. I had them fuck each other, with strap-ons and a double dildo – in FRONT of two of my staff," Bianca said triumphantly. "Neither of them hesitated, not even for an instant. Your wife is almost entirely subjugated to my will, it won't be long now."

"MY wife did THAT – in front of total strangers?" Carl said, both pleased at her new attitude and a little aghast that she had cheated on him in such a manner.

"Carl, my staff are used to my peculiarities," Bianca told him. "All of them have been at one time, or are, my lovers. I am a woman of voracious and kinky appetites. It might interest you to know that Liz begged me to join them. I was in one of my naughtier outfits, a PVC maid uniform and it made her whimper. I told her that perhaps next time, if she was a good little slut, I would allow her the honor. She told me that she would do ANYTHING that brought me pleasure, which I already knew. I told her she was to report back here on Friday afternoon, precisely at 1 PM and be prepared to do anything I commanded. I also told her I had something she was to do to earn my favor."

"What was that?"

"She is to wear her newest outfit tonight, seduce you – and then, she is to let you fuck her UP THE ASS," Bianca chortled triumphantly.

"WHAT?! I can see the first, but never, not in a million years," Carl said, shaking his head.

"Be ready for tonight, Carl," Bianca said. "You might want to rest up, because you won't be getting much sleep if she does as she's told – and she will," Bianca said confidently before hanging up.

Elizabeth walked into their bedroom that night and Carl's eyes practically left his head. He never would have believed it possible, never would he have believed HIS Liz could have come this far. She was dressed in a suit of blue rubber and it was unzipped half-way down to her navel. It hugged her gorgeous tits tight and molded to her body. She was flaunting herself in front of her husband, moving this way and that. It was as if his Liz had moved out and a hooker that resembled her had moved in. She had even purchased another outrageous pair of heels to go with the outfit. "I feel like such a slut in this, I don't understand what I'm doing wearing this crazy thing," she said.

"You look fucking amazing," Carl said as he reached for her. Once in bed, the whorish Liz emerged again. She was a whirling dervish of sex, better than she had ever been. There was a way to fuck in the suit, so she kept it on. It felt a bit odd to Carl, but just the fact that Liz was acting like this thrilled him. She sucked his cock twice and let him fuck her on top and then, missionary. Doggy was her favorite, but he preferred the other positions. She even called him a "motherfucker" and asked him to "fuck her horny cunt". Carl had never been more thrilled with his wife than this. If it had stopped here, he would have gotten his money's worth out of it all.

"Carl, lover," she purred in a sultry, low tone. "Take all of me, all of me, baby. Fuck my ass, make me howl, make me really feel it." She moved so that he could take her anally and even though he was sure it must hurt her a little, Liz didn't complain. In fact, she seemed to like with each minute that passed. When they finished, she had to get out of the suit and into a hot shower. "C'mon baby, fuck me in the stall," Liz insisted, yanking him in there with her. She was an insatiable vixen that night, fucking him to a frazzle.

Carl didn't know what he should expect on Friday. He had been told by Bianca not to be home until 8, so he went out with Gil and had a few drinks. "We're having a party next weekend, buddy," Gil told him. "Kennedy's birthday, she insisted that we invite you two – and only you two," Gil said. "I don't know what's going on with our wives, they've been thick as thieves lately." Carl decided it wasn't his place to tell Gil about anything. That was up to Kennedy. If Miss Bianca told her to say nothing, Carl didn't doubt for a second that the young blonde would clam up. He was now totally convinced that Miss Bianca could do anything she said that she could.

He walked into his home to find the living room dark. He knew he was expected, so ...?

"Up here, darling," Liz's voice called down. He turned on enough lights so that he wouldn't trip going up the stairs. In his bedroom, he got the shock of his life.

There stood Liz, arm in arm with Miss Bianca. Both of them were wearing black latex catsuits that hugged their bodies tight. Both of them were beautifully made up and in high fetish heels. The stunning change was that Liz's makeup was striking and to Carl's astonishment, she had gone blonde. "I thought she'd look good as a blonde," Bianca smiled as they walked over to him. "Don't you agree?"

Carl nodded. She did look good, if a trifle garish, but nasty and crazy looking. Both women were still holding hands. "This is Miss Bianca Beauchamp, darling, she owns the store I've been going to," Liz said. Bianca winked to indicate that Carl should say nothing. "She's also my lover. I'm sorry darling, I've been cheating on you. I've fucked her –several times - and I've fucked Kennedy, too. I've been acting like a lezzie slut, but to prove I still like you cock, Miss Bianca says that we can both fuck you tonight, okay? I'm sorry baby, but I have to do what she says Carl, I'm her slave-slut," Liz said, bowing her head.

"Yes, she is, one of my best," Bianca said, praising Liz. Carl would have sworn his wife was almost glowing. "Who do you love Liz, me or him?"

Liz started. "I love ..."

"Which of us more?"

"You, Miss Bianca, of course. You've opened up a whole new world to me, I love you for that," Liz said with no hesitation. Carl blanched a bit at that. He had what he wanted, but at what cost? Still, Liz wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He still had most of the money.

"Should we put on a little lesbian show, slut?" Bianca asked. "Should we show your husband how hot we are together?"

"Yes Miss Bianca, I want that, I want very much to please you – and him," Liz said quietly. Bianca moved close to his wife and unzipped her suit while Liz did likewise. Two gorgeous pairs of tits spilled out and each woman licked the other's. Bianca looked over at Carl and smiled.

"Your wife has the most perfect tits, you can't buy tits this good," she said and bit Liz's nipples. His wife winced, but no sound emerged. She was utterly and completely under Bianca's spell. The two women started kissing and caressing each other, almost as if Carl was not in the room. Carl was certain that had he not been there, they would have been naked by now, face-down in each other's pussies.

Two sets of hands roamed over curvy bodies and Liz whimpered as her mistress touched her and squeezed her. Bianca wasn't rough, nor was she too gentle. Her actions were designed to let Liz know who was in charge. The sound of the fetish wear echoed through the bedroom. Carl was just sitting there in complete awe. He could not believe Bianca had this much control. He could not believe Liz had relegated her own desires to those of this woman. It was both sexy and appalling.

"My slut, my fucking beautiful slut," Bianca murmured as Liz fondled her ample breasts.

"Miss Bianca, coming from you, that means everything to me," Liz sighed and nuzzled her lover's neck. "I love your big tits, any time I get a chance to touch them, I will. I can cum from just touching your tits," she groaned and Carl knew she meant it.

"Maybe I should move in here and you can suck them and fuck me all day," Bianca teased and winked at Carl.

"Oh God, Miss Bianca, how I wish you would," Liz sighed again. "But then, I'd never get out of bed," she laughed merrily.

Speaking of bed, the girls ambled on over to it. Bianca's eyes kept glancing from Carl to his adoring wife who was now her sub. There was a small part of her that enjoyed taking women away from their husbands, even though she always gave them back. With improvements, as far as she was concerned. The new Liz would be willing to fuck at the drop of a hat, unless Bianca said otherwise. None of the girls she had "turned" would ever thought of incurring her displeasure.




The Transformation



"God, I'm so horny, I need it, I need sex," Liz groaned as Bianca fondled and kissed her big tits.

"What do you need baby, say the words, you know what to do," Bianca teased.

"Yes Miss Bianca, I need cock, I need pussy, your cunt, his cock, someone fuck me and make me cum," the new blonde moaned. Carl got out of his clothes and Bianca smiled. She pulled Liz close, kissed her hotly and released her to go suck her husband's cock. It was a pretty nice cock and before she let it fuck the blonde whore, Bianca would have it first. She would just make her little toy do all of the work first, which Liz happily did. Nothing was too outrageous for her now.

As much as she didn't want to remove her fetish wear, Bianca knew she had to. She unzipped her outfit and draped it across a nearby chair. Her curvy, busty body was now fully nude. "Carl, if your cock is hard enough, you can fuck me," Bianca ordered. "Bitch, keep your outfit on for now and play with my tits. After I'm hot enough, lower your cunt to his face and let him eat you. Am I understood?"

"Yes Miss Bianca, of course, Miss Bianca."

She looked at Carl and he realized he too, was expected to comply. "Yes Miss Bianca, I'm ready to fuck," he told the women. Indeed he was, he thought his balls might explode from pressure. He gritted his teeth and thought of other things as Bianca corkscrewed her cunt down and around his cock. She was almost as tight as a virgin. Maybe she only fucked men on rare occasions, Carl didn't know. Whatever the case, once she got going, she was amazing. Better than Liz, but only just. He thought if Liz continued to get sexier, she might be a better piece of ass. She sure seemed to be working towards that. Liz's pussy neared his face and he saw she was now shaved. She had been able to leave her outfit on and feed him her pussy. Carl thrilled at the new kink and began to lick. He was making her cum, but he sensed part of it was her fondling and kissing Miss Bianca that was getting her so turned on. 

When Bianca urged him to cum, she pulled away and shared his cum with his wife. She looked at Carl and sighed. "How long does he take to get back up again?" she asked Elizabeth.

"Usually about half an hour, but he lasts longer the second time," Liz grinned.

"Oh, we can't have my slut waiting half an hour for her cock," Bianca told Elizabeth. "It's a good thing I brought my toy." She went over to a bag that was in the corner of the room and brought out a strap-on that beat Carl's cock by a few inches. "Want this, my lovely bitch?" Liz whimpered and nodded. In a few short minutes, she was fucking herself back against the rubber cock and Carl was almost forgotten.

Bianca stayed with them for the entirety of the weekend, the three of them only stopped having sex to have food or shower. The women had far more sex together than they did with Carl, which was okay. He needed to sleep and he needed to think. On a few occasions, he caught Elizabeth gazing at their guest room. Was she really contemplating having Bianca move in here? They had the room, but then Carl would become less important in his own home. He didn't know if he could handle that, great sex or not. Bianca went home Monday morning after giving Liz explicit instructions to join her at the shop that afternoon. They were shooting a new catalog and she wanted Liz to be one of her models, along with Kennedy. The once-modest Elizabeth was happy to agree, almost giddy. She grabbed Carl's arm and yanked him back upstairs, fucking him senseless for over two hours before she let him go to work.

Carl had a lot of thinking to do and he knew it. With Bianca's tutelage, his wife had become the sex-crazed whore he always hoped that she could be. Carl believed that if Bianca suggested it, there wasn't anything kinky his new wife wouldn't do in bed or anywhere else, for that matter. Now, Carl was left to wonder, was it possible to have too much of a good thing?