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A Treat Turns Tricks

By: voluptuary_manque



A light breeze knocked the leaves off the big oaks and maples that grew in the central quad of Benthamsthwaite College as Chrystal Baumgartner pedaled her bike down the walk and toward the faculty housing. She pulled up in front of her aunt and uncle's brick cottage and went inside. Before she could climb the stairs to her bedroom, she heard her aunt's voice.

"Chrystal?"

"Yes, Auntie?"

"Come here for a moment and sit down, dear. Now tell me, are you by any chance still a virgin?"

"Auntie, what kind of a question is that?"

"A straight-forward, binary yes or no question, Chrystal? What other kind could it be? Your mother thinks you are experienced and I wanted to make sure."

Chrystal blushed. Her mother had not only been frank when explaining 'the birds and bees' but downright graphic and it had taken some time for the girl to accept that's what men and women did. But the evening she found herself in the back of a van with her then current boyfriend and her panties around her ankles, she was both willing and eager to explore the idea personally. Being warned that like other things, sex took practice to perfect, she was not disappointed when fireworks failed to happen—that time. By the time she was hired at Benthamsthwaite, though, she had the hang of it.

"Mother is right, Auntie. I don't have a boyfriend here but I had three back at Rutgers. No, I'm not a virgin. Why do you ask?"

"Just checking, dear. And I presume you take all the usual precautions?"

"Of course!" Chrystal was slightly indignant, "I'm not naïve. No matter how nice the boy may seem you can never know for sure what he may be carrying and I certainly don't want to get pregnant—at least until I choose to."

"Good, good," Professor Baumgartner beamed at her husband's brother's child, "I like to see a person with a good brain use it. People can be so careless, you know. That's all I wanted to know, Chrystal. We're having pumpkin soup with toasted pine nuts on top. I really don't hold with wasting good pumpkin on silly jack-o-lanterns when there are so many good ways to eat them."

*****

"Good grief, Marilynn, you're going to give Chrystal as a Treat to the Medievalist's Convocation on Halloween? But—but she's your niece!" Nikko Maartensen was aghast.

"Every woman is someone's daughter and most of us are someone's niece, Nikko. What difference does that make? I don't remember you're having any moral equivocation when the Soroptimist chapter introduced young Benson to the joys of anal penetration. As I recall you strapped on that big dildo of yours and actually whooped as you pounded the dear boy's butt. When Harold and I had him a week later he said that was the main reason he chose you when it came time to return the favor. You did seem to enjoy it."

"Of course I did. I always do. In fact, just remembering it is making me wet. I guess I was just being overly conventional. So, does she know?"

"Not yet." Marilynn smirked, "First we'll give Teddy a night with her to make sure she's good and ready. Then all those horny historians can have as much fun with her they want. I did make sure she wasn't a virgin before I told the Dean. Wouldn't want to traumatize the little piece, after all. I remember well the first time I got handed over to one of the men's clubs here. My graduate advisor told me I had a choice. I could either strip down on my own or she'd cut my clothes off. Since I'd had at least two stiff brandies, I shrugged and got ready to get shagged. I lost track of how many men did me that night. Chrystal will get much the same treatment and be the better slut for it." 

"Well, since a slut is what being on the faculty at Benthamsthwaite is all about, one may as well be good at it. You and Harold both had Benson? I didn't know he was bi."

Marilynn's smirk broadened. "Benson is a bottom with a penchant for having his prostate stroked. Once I was on my back on the coffee table with my arms and legs wrapped around him, he was in no position to resist when my husband lubed up the boy's ass and sodomized him. I told him to take it like the good catamite he was and he did. You'd be amazed how many men are willing to be buggered when they're fucking a woman."

"Marilynn, you're soaking my panties!"

"Excellent. I'll lock the office door while you take them off. Just bend over the desk while I get out my harness."

The young philologist did as she was told, peeling out of her respectable tweed suit and scandalously meager bra and thong. However, thinking about the difference in their heights, she left her stockings and heels on, the better to give Professor Baumgartner access. Marilynn grinned in anticipation. She took her time disrobing and fitting on the dildo and harness. Then she opened the closet and withdrew a light riding crop. She ran her hand over Nikko's smooth bottom, probing the woman's sex with her fingers.

"My, you are wet, my dear. I could just start fucking you right now, but I think a little more stimulation is called for."

With that she brought the crop swiftly across Dr. Maartensen's ass, calling out a squeal and leaving a faint red welt.

"You do that so well, darling. I think I'll just make your butt all red before I get started. Then you won't be able to sit still in the department meeting. Tolliver will notice, suspect the reason and then insist on taking you back to the administration building for some serious butt-fucking before letting you go home. Then your husband will smell the sex on you and probably push you down on your knees and drop his trousers. You'll be fucked pussy, ass and face by three different people tonight. Doesn't that sound delightful?"

Without waiting for an answer Marilynn started a military tattoo across the upturned behind in front of her. Squeals turned to sobs and pleas for mercy. By the time Nikko's ass was reddened to her tormentor's satisfaction, the younger academic was in tears. That's when Marilynn took her place behind. Grabbing the younger woman's hips in her hands she lined up the big, realistically veined silicone phallus on the swollen labia and with a grunt and a thrust of her hips, drove it in. Nikko moaned.

"Go ahead and moan, Nikko. It's going to be a long afternoon for you, my girl. I won't let you up until I've cum so get ready for a hard ride."

The following morning Nikko was glad it was Saturday. She was too sore and tired to try and teach but that didn't stop her husband from rolling her onto her back and getting off between her breasts. Once he'd gone back to sleep and she had cleaned up, Dr. Maartensen sat contentedly over her coffee and, as she had so often in the past, thanked her lucky stars she taught at Benthamsthwaite. 

*****

October 30th came and preparations for Halloween parties occupied most of the campus. At Dean Tolliver's insistence, Chrystal joined a group of administrative assistants who were in charge of building a haunted house at the base of the hill below the faculty club. 

"I didn't know there was a tunnel down here." Chrystal had cleared out the shed that was to be the basis of their project and found it had a door in the back. Picking up a crowbar, she prised it open and starred into the dark.

"Tunnel? What tunnel?" Benson Murphy looked over her shoulder. "I didn't know there was a tunnel here either. I thought it was just an old tool shed or something that was dug into the hillside. Gee, has anyone got a flashlight? I wonder where it goes." 

Something in the cool, damp air of the tunnel made Chrystal quiver. She felt no fear, just a growing sense of unease and anticipation. Benson pushed a light into her hands and she turned it on. The tunnel was remarkably well made with a finished stone arch overhead and smooth flags beneath her feet. Small clusters of mushrooms grew from the joints in the stonework and trickles of water ran across the floor. For some odd reason she felt a need to explore the tunnel alone.

"Benson, you stay here by the door. That way I'll be able to turn around and see the light behind me if the flashlight fails and I get lost or something. I'll only go in a little way."

"Chrystal, it would make better sense if I was the one who went down the tunnel. I'm bigger than you are and . . . ."

"Now don't give me any macho crap, Benson Murphy! I said I was only going in a little ways. Now hold the door." With that and a bright flashlight, young Ms. Baumgartner crept into the gloom.

One hundred feet brought her to a turn. Should she go back or continue? Thinking she might regret the decision but feeling compelled to go farther, Chrystal turned the corner and walked another hundred feet to come to a large, oaken, iron-bound door.

Now that's just ridiculous! I know it's almost Halloween and all but this door looks like a cheap stage prop. Who would put it way back here? We need it up by the front. I wonder if it can be lifted off the hinges.

Behind her, Benson heard a voice quietly command, "Close the door, dear." Professor Moriarty was emeritus and a little long in the tooth but she was still spry and vigorous and she was not one to waste time in discussion.

"But, Professor Moriarty, Chrystal's in there," Benson protested.

"And there's not a thing in there that will do her the least harm. Close the door!"

In the dark, Chrystal heard the faint 'boom' as the rear door to the shed shut firmly. She started. Why had Benson done that? Oh well, there was a door ahead as well as behind and the flashlight showed no signs of weakening. She reached down and grasped the lever. It swung easily in her hands but the great door creaked theatrically when she pulled it open. Hmpf! More kitsch.

She stepped into a room, spacious and dimly lit. Another door led out of it but within the space itself was nothing. Nothing, that is, but what looked like a purple sea anemone grown up to the size of a small tree. Its tentacles waved softly, she heard a faint hum and smelled something that might have been caramel, might have been cinnamon and nutmeg but was not like anything else she had ever encountered. She starred at the thing. It did not look to be any kind of a threat so she walked closer. When she was less than a yard away, a single arm slowly reached out and waved gently under her nose. The smell was captivating. 

As the girl watched, little amber drops of liquid formed on the surface and the scent grew stronger. Guardedly, Chrystal leaned forward and touched her tongue to a droplet. It was delicious, absolutely delicious. She had to have more and took the tentacle in her hands and stuck the end in her mouth. A flood of the nectar filled her mouth and shot down her throat, giving her a suddenly warm and tingly sensation. She sucked again and this time the arm ran into her mouth, ducked below the gag reflex and slithered down her throat. More fluid pumped into her stomach.

Heat radiated from her stomach and flowed down her belly. It spread to her thighs, making her muscles weak and soft. Two more tentacles wrapped around her wrists while another entwined her hair. The one in her mouth thrust and withdrew without ceasing. A vague thought drifted across her mind, I'm deep-throating an alien. That's what it has to be.

"Hello, Chrystal," a soft voice emerged from the center of the thing, "I'm very glad to make your acquaintance. Everyone calls me Teddy and I want to welcome you to my kennel, little pet. We're going to have great fun together tonight. We're going to have great fun together in the future and you are going to be great fun for lots of others of my pets. In time I will chose a good stud or two for you and then you will bare me more pets. Won't that be wonderful?" The last sentence was followed by a noise that might have been a chuckle, had the source been human.

She made a feeble attempt to withdraw but it held her fast. More arms reached out to shuck her out of her ski pants, pull her sweater and bra over her head, lift her off the ground and toss her boots to one side. Another pulse ran down the arm in her throat sending more fluid into her stomach.

"Chrystal, today's young female keeps herself shaved. Don't you keep up with fashion? Not that it matters. By tomorrow, all this untidy body hair will fall out and wash away in the shower, gone forever. That will make you even more attractive. And I want you to attract. But right now I detect just a touch of resistance. A bit more dopamine and some extra testosterone will fix that. Now, aren't you feeling just a bit horny, my pet?"

Hanging helplessly in its grasp, Chrystal hated to admit it to herself but the thing was right. She could feel the quivering in her loins and thighs, the moisture forming in her sex and the membranes swelling. What was it doing this for? In answer a thicker, blunter tendril approached. It wavered in front of her eyes, giving her a good view of the obvious slit in the end. It looked just like the biggest phallus she had ever seen, even on the internet, and it was certainly bigger than any man's she'd known. 

Teddy pulled her into its center, laying her on a nest of tentacles and spread her legs farther. Then with alarming slowness the thing moved the tentacle down to just outside her labia. 

Again there was that odd, chuckling sound. "And now that I have your mouth, and a wonderful feeling mouth it is dear, I'm going to enjoy your pussy."

Chrystal grunted as the great thing entered her with a rush, stretching the walls of sex wider than they'd ever been. It grew a bulge right under the edge of her G-spot and then began to piston in and out with a slow, relentless rhythm. The tentacle in her mouth withdrew allowing her to moan.

"And you are enjoying this, aren't you? So you aren't being raped, my dear Chrystal, but ravished. You're being taken against your will but having great fun in the process. And this is but the first of many, my pet."

Chrystal felt the tension rise to unbearable heights until her shoulders tingled and sparks shot across the inside of her eyelids. She cried out and went limp. 

When she recovered Teddy was waving another arm in front of her face. It, too, had a slit in the end and the tip exuded a glossy, slippery-looking fluid. Without being told, she knew what the alien intended.

"No, please," she whimpered, "I don't do anal. Please?"

"Wrong, Chrystal, you have just never done anal. That ends tonight. Some of the modifications I do on my pets are best absorbed in the lower gastrointestinal tract. Besides, like human males I love the tightness—not to mention the power in overcoming your resistance!"

She watched in horror as the tendril swelled larger and then swayed down beneath her buttocks. She felt its blunt end touch her anus and begin to vibrate at a low frequency. Within seconds the sphincter muscles gave way and it slid into her, much farther than any cock would go. Now both invading tentacles thrust and withdrew in tandem. The tendril holding her hair pulled her head back, straightening her neck and the first, candy-flavored arm returned and wriggled down to her stomach. Teddy's hum grew louder as the arms sped up until there was sudden pulse in all three and she knew he'd spewed something, a great deal of something, into her. That was the last thing she remembered until the next morning.

*****

Light flooded into Chrystal's bedroom as her Aunt Marilynn drew aside the east window curtains. When the girl tried to hide under the pillow, Dr. Baumgartner lifted it up calmly and pulled back the covers.

"It's well past nine, Chrystal, and time for you to rise and get on with things. Brunch will be at 10:00 so get moving." She shut the door firmly behind her.

Sitting up, Chrystal had that sticky, old sweat feeling. There was probably some other bodily fluids involved, as well. Obviously, as much as she would have preferred to believe otherwise, last night was no nightmare. The certainty was strengthened when, as she showered, all her body hair from the neck down flowed off with the lather and matted around the drain. There was no doubt; she had been taken against her will. Yet, just as Teddy said, she had enjoyed it. The orgasms had been like nothing before and the feeling of helplessness while another being enjoyed her body was—enough to make her start to tingle all over again. Finishing her ablutions, she wore a pensive expression as she dressed.

Coming down stairs for brunch, she found her aunt already at the table and her uncle stacking pancakes, sausage and broiled tomatoes at the stove. She sat down without a word.

"Are you the least bit sore, Chrystal?" her aunt enquired.

The girl mentally took inventory of her body's sensations.

"No, Auntie, I'm not."

"Good. Then your mother's assessment was correct and your previous lovers were virile enough to get you used to a good pounding. That will not be the case tomorrow, however. Tonight you will be one of the more important entertainments at the Medieval Convocation's annual All Hallow's Eve mock Black Sabbath. By the time the members have finished with you, you will be looking forward to a day in bed—alone—to recover."

"M—mock Black Sabbath?"

"Of course. They don't actually believe they can summon the devil and they wouldn't want to in any case. It's just an excuse to eat unhealthily, drink a bit too much and repeatedly despoil young women."

Chrystal looked disbelieving. She put her fork back down beside the plate and cocked her head at the older woman, who chuckled in response.

"Darling, I presume Teddy told you he was modifying your body? He always does. Those modifications aren't visible and they express themselves differently in each sex. While we become placidly compliant (because it amuses him), the men get supercharged. It is one thing when a man carefully trains himself in the Tantric arts and become multiorgasmic. It is quite another when he becomes multipotent, capable of maintaining his erection and ejaculating repeatedly over the course of the hours. You and the other girls will be quite messy by the time they run out of gas."

Chrystal's mouth dropped into an astonished 'O'. "Multipotent?"

"Quite so," Marilynn looked over at her smirking husband, "if your services weren't already spoken for this evening, Harold and I would take you upstairs for a demonstration. It's very impressive when a man shuttles back and forth from one woman to the other shooting his load in to each of them again and again. As it is, the poor dear will have to wait another day or so. He's been panting to get into your panties since you moved in with us, but he'll survive. I'll let him fuck me several times this afternoon in consolation."

Chrystal opened her mouth to voice indignation but the idea trickled around the back of her mind. Getting used repeatedly by several hyper-virile men? For their entertainment at a stag party? I should be horrified but I'm not. Oh god, I'm getting wet; I can feel it. Is this what my life is going to be like from now on?

"Auntie, do you live in a state of constant arousal?"

"No, not constant. However, the image of you getting fucked head and tail, front and back is getting to me. It brings back memories of when I first took my position here. The weight training coach threw me over his shoulder after a faculty cocktail party and carried me downstairs. I screamed and kicked but he pulled my clothes off and tossed into Teddy's tentacles. I fainted at first but came to in a few minutes. The next morning I felt the way you do now and the next night the entire Romance Language department had me, including the women. It's been five years, now. If there's a man on either faculty or the support staff that hasn't gotten into my pussy, my ass or both I want to know who he is so I can set up a date."

"And do you take all sensible precautions?"

"I don't have to. Teddy makes sure we're immune to any diseases and when his 'modifications' are complete we only ovulate when we want to."


A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 02



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Chrystal pulled open the overly dramatic iron-bound oak doors at the bottom of the concealed staircase and entered the room. As usual it was warm and balmy in the Faculty Club basement, the air scented with something like cinnamon and something like nutmeg but not quite like either. Having been here before and knowing the being that inhabited the place, she decided that the odd and oddly attractive smell must be that of 'Teddy' the alien who looked like a eight-foot tall purple sea anemone. She took a deep breath, smiled and closed the door behind her.

"Hello, Teddy. You left a message on my voice mail saying you wanted me, again?"

"I did," The voice came from no visible orifice, "It's time for the next level of your modification, Chrystal. Professor Pitchgiver gave you highest marks for your performance at the Mock Black Sabbath so I presume that you have become comfortable with placid compliance?"

"Well, it's sure a different attitude for me. Just because I don't have anything else important to do never used to mean I should let any man who wanted me have me. But I do now and the weird part is that I really kind of like it."

"Good, that's exactly what I want. It makes it so much easier to breed a select strain of human when social norms don't get in the way." There was the strange buzzing noise the alien made where a human being might have chuckled. "Dean Tolliver told me he hasn't gotten into you, yet, because when he approached you last you told him he had a choice of either your body or the financial report to the trustees you were working on. I like that sort of focus, Chrystal. It's like knowing that you can't have dessert until the vegetables are gone."

"And you made sure I wouldn't have anything else today to do by telling me to come after work?"

"Of course. Once I've had one of you and started your modification I always make an appointment for the next stage. I should tell you that when humans are anticipating sex, you give off the most delicious chemical overtones. I really enjoy that. And since I can tell that you know that I intend to have you this afternoon, you may as well start by taking off your clothing. Note that when I don't need to pull them off you I provide a hanging rack?" The tentacles waved to her left.

Chrystal's eyes followed the motion and saw that Teddy had indeed provided a valet, and a remarkably fine one. Polished walnut gleamed in the subtle light from hangers, a shoe rack and shelves. Music began a soft, pulsating tropical melody with a deep bass drum under it. She shrugged in acceptance and started to sway. How a being shaped like a giant, stalked Actinarian could be aroused by humans she had no idea but it obviously was so she decided to treat it like a man hungry for her naked body. Turning her back she reached up and caught the zipper at the nape of her neck and slowly pulled it down until it ended at the top of her ass. She looked back at Teddy through half-closed eyes as she tugged the sleeves off her arms, keeping the sweater dress bunched over her breasts with one hand as she unfastened her bra with the other. Facing the alien she let both fall away, freeing the modest mounds on her chest. The dress dropped to the floor. As she stepped out of it, she picked it and the bra up and teasingly sauntered over to the valet and hung them. Then Chrystal pulled her panties down over the curve of her buttocks and wiggled her ass for Teddy's appreciation. Then off they came. Naked she danced over to where Teddy waited, 'his' tentacles waving gently in time to the music.

"I'm going to make some more minor changes in your body, Chrystal," Teddy began, "they won't be anything particularly noticeable but they will enhance your sexuality." 

An arm extended toward her with clear droplets on the end. The sweet spicy scent grew stronger and Chrystal closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. That was part of Teddy's appeal. The alien could exude an amazing variety of liquids and this particular one was a treat to its human playthings. Chrystal first licked off the droplets and then opened wide, allowing Teddy to slide the end down her gullet and inject her with one of the 'modifying' chemical cocktails he used so well. She swallowed appreciatively.

"By your next menstruation, young female, you should be ovulating at will rather than on a schedule. This will make selective breeding easier. I'll let you know when I've decided which male would be the best match for your particular DNA. Also, you are a bit slender for a good brooder so I'll change your metabolism just a bit. Your mammaries will enlarge, your hips broaden and your subcutaneous fat level will thicken marginally. In another couple of months you should be primed for breeding. Of course I'll need you to start giving off greater amounts of pheromones so those glands need to be enlarged."

By now Chrystal was pushing herself into the thicket of tentacles, rubbing herself against their warm, engulfing muscularity and being stroked and titillated in turn. She spread her thighs in welcome as a thick, hard feeler with a slit in the end emerged from the mass and began to rub her abdomen and her mons.

"Put it in me, Teddy. I want it."

Again the alien buzzed in humor. "I know. And I know you don't just want it in front. Turn around and grab your ankles, Chrystal, I'm going to double penetrate you."

She shivered in anticipation. Turning and bending over she felt blunt ends pushing against both openings. The one at her anus began to vibrate, a sensation she remembered from her first plundering. It oozed a slippery substance that made entry easier and then both tentacles were inside.

"Oh!"

"It's taken me years," Teddy commented, "but I've finally found a solution for the unfortunate lack of lubrication at the human anus. Building glands isn't easy but I can finally do it. Within a few weeks carrying a tube of gel in your purse will be unnecessary. It will make impromptu sodomy so much easier. And you do like that, don't you?"

By now Chrystal was humming and whimpering. The tentacles alternated thrusting and withdrawing in and out of her orifices sending heat and electric sensations throughout her body. This must be, she decided, how Teddy had managed to take over Benthamsthwaite College. Every faculty and staff member, sooner or later, found themselves in its clutches. The first time you were inevitably ravished. No one just walked up to something that looked as weird as Teddy and say "Hi, let's have sex." But once the thing flooded your body with its witch's brew of hormones and xeno-amino acids you were a possession, well-beloved, to be sure, but a possession, a pet all the same. And if you were female, you would be bred like a fine blooded horse or a prized show dog. And most bizarre—you enjoyed it.

With satisfaction, Teddy felt Chrystal's body tense, tremble and then with a warbling chirp, cum. With perfect timing it shot the new 'modifiers' into her where they would be absorbed through her mucus membranes. There was no going back, once the process was started. Soon she would be a younger version of her aunt, voluptuous, desirable and, most importantly, very fertile. Teddy's vast intelligence ran down the list of available males on campus. Several were a good fit but none were quite the perfection he sought. No matter. There were always new males to sample, seduce and compare. Somewhere out there was the sire he needed.

Afterwards Chrystal lay in the nest of tentacles, held warm and cozy in the afterglow. She kissed the various arms that surrounded her and rubbed her face against them.

"So Chrystal, have you had any interesting adventures in the last few days?"

She giggled in response, "Not really. Aunt Marilynn told me that Uncle Harold has been hot for my twat ever since I moved in with them so the day after the Black Sabbath I thought I'd let him have me. But on the way home from the library he slipped and wrenched his back. He hasn't been good for much for the last couple of weeks but I think he's okay now. I guess it was a good thing Auntie got knocked up on Halloween. She'd have been real disappointed if she had to wait longer, I think. Anyway, sometime soon, or maybe tonight I expect he'll be back in the mood to commit incest with me."

"And you're looking forward to it?"

"Not really. But he wants me and now that you're done with me I don't have anything else pressing. I guess I'll let him have me."

"Let him have you? Chrystal, you're deluding yourself. You want him to have you." 

*****

After dinner Harold Baumgartner sat in his study staring at the whiteboard full of equations on the wall. Teddy assured him that wormholes were real and that interstellar travel was possible. Unfortunately, Benthamsthwaite College's resident alien was a biologist, not a physicist and couldn't help the man much with his research. But the knowledge that humanity really could expand to the stars drove the Professor Baumgartner onward. On occasion he wondered if that was Teddy's goal all along. He'd been in the faculty club basement playing with the staff for generations, now, and a goodly number of the faculty (including him and his wife) were descendents of faculty who, presumably, had been bred for whatever characteristics Teddy wanted. Perhaps the overall goal was a race of star-faring primates who were perfectly happy providing sexual entertainment for the species Teddy belonged to.

Chrystal tiptoed into the study and stood behind her uncle. She had showered after dinner, delicately dosed herself with perfume, brushed her long hair and now was naked and compliant. She bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Uncle Harold? If you're not too busy, I'm not too busy. And I have something I know you want. Shall I go get in my bed or yours?"

Uncle Harold put down his marker and reached behind him. He just barely brushed her velvet skin with his finger tips before she giggled and dodged out of reach. He stood and turned and she ducked out of the room, peeking around the door, the tip of her tongue protruding from between reddened lips.

"Little minx! Go get in our bed. Your aunt has an interest in that scrumptious little body of yours, too. Like they say, incest is a game the whole family can play."

Chrystal scampered down the hall and through the doorway that led to the California king four-poster her aunt and uncle slept and played in. She had never been in the room before and took the opportunity to look around. Despite her suspicions, it really was a pretty conventional bedroom though the Mombasa curtain hanging down from the ceiling lent an exotic touch to the scene. She inhaled. There it was again, that hint of not-quite-cinnamon-and-nutmeg. Did all Teddy's 'livestock' develop that characteristic scent? Would she be marked with it for life? When she had taken the job in Admin right after graduation the whole idea was that it would be temporary and mostly a way to earn enough money to travel. Now, as she turned down the spread and blankets and crawled into the center, Chrystal began to wonder if just maybe there would be no leaving Benthamsthwaite. 

At the sound of footsteps she looked up and saw her aunt Marilynn undressing.

"Are you going to play with me, too, Auntie?"

"Not tonight, hon. This time I'll just lie here and watch Harold have his way with you. I'm looking forward to seeing that great tool of his pistoning in and out of your pretty little pussy. Since he hurt himself he's been celibate for two weeks. By now he should be charged up enough to fill you to overflowing. Here, put this towel under your butt, girl. You'll need it."

The thought of being filled to overflowing with baby-juice made Chrystal tingle. I'll bet Teddy would really like to be in the room tonight! Just thinking about sex makes me so hot now. She looked down her body to see her labia visibly swell in anticipation. I'm getting wet already.

Marilyn climbed into the bed and rolled up on one side, her head supported with one hand regarding her niece. "You told me you had three boyfriends back in Rutgers but I notice that you carefully didn't tell me whether or not you had any girlfriends."

Chrystal blushed. "I didn't know whether you'd approve. Yes, my freshman year roommate, Jasmine Kim, and I were lovers all through college. We once did a threesome with my first boyfriend that was pretty fun but not enough to repeat. 'S funny, she ended up marrying him."

Marilynn turned over and opened the drawer in the top of her nightstand. From it she took a pair of squeeze bottles and a tight surgical glove. Putting it on, she covered the finger tips with thick, clear gel.

"Over on your tummy, Chrystal. I'm going to grease up your butt. After Harold's had your pussy a couple of times he'll want to plunder your ass for a while."

As Chrystal complied, Marilyn gently pushed two fingers into the girl's nether hole spreading the lubricant around and massaging and stretching the muscles. The girl squeaked happily in response.

"Teddy told me that he's finally figured out a way to grow lubrication glands in people's assholes. He says it will make 'impromptu sodomy' easier."

"Has he?" Marilyn was intrigued. "I must go see him about that. Not knowing what your man's target is when he bends you over would be exciting. I can just imagine the anticipation, waiting for him to decide whether to spread your cheeks or slam into your pussy."

She removed the glove. "Roll back over again. I can hear Harold getting out of the shower. He won't be in the mood for foreplay, I suspect!"

At the sound of the door opening both women looked up. Harold stood in the doorway with an expectant smile on his face, already semi-erect. Just as at the Mock Black Sabbath, Chrystal was impressed. The men Teddy 'modified' were virile almost to excess. Testes the size of ping-pong balls hung heavily beneath a penis that would do any porn actor proud. And he was yet to be fully aroused. Looking down at the women gently flaunting themselves for his appreciation made him grow longer and noticeably thicker. Chrystal's eyes widened and she spread her thighs. Halloween night she'd been more than slightly drunk after dinner and a little hazy on details. Now completely sober she was mesmerized by the organ about to plunder her.

Were all those men who used me that big? Really? And they did me front and back, just like Uncle Harold probably will. Teddy wasn't kidding. I really have been modified. Back at Rutgers if anything that big had been shoved up my ass, I'd have screamed bloody murder. Now, I'll just scream—a little—for effect. And in a month or so I won't need any lube. Talk about a happy little catamite . . . .

Harold looked down at his niece. From his wife he got unbridled lust, most of the time, but the expression on Chrystal's face was pure placid compliance. He loved that. Women who wanted him were wonderful but there was something about one that was simply willing to be used that made him growl deep in his throat and get stiff as a pikestaff. He ran his hand softly down her face and neck then took a breast and squeezed. Chrystal gasped. Harold ran his thumb around her nipple and grinned as it stiffened, the areola puffing up. Soon, he knew those modest mounds would grow into round handfuls under Teddy's alterations. 

Both hands moved lower, stroking her belly, palming her ass-cheeks and spreading her thighs yet farther. She smelled of desire so he put his mouth on her sex and sucked, tickling her clitoris with his tongue. She moaned.

"Come on, Harold, take her," Marilyn commanded, "take her long and hard. This time I'll just watch but next time we'll both have her."

Harold raised his head. "And I'll have both of you."

Marilyn chuckled. "Of course, repeatedly, just like you're going to fuck Chrystal repeatedly tonight. Now do it!"

Chrystal felt her uncle slide up and settle himself between her thighs. She lifted her hips to the inevitability of incest. She reached down and grasped the massive manhood, guiding it to the opening of her sex. He pushed and she stretched around him.

"Oh! Uncle Harold, you're so big!"

"And you are so tight, my dear. Young and tight and soft and ripe for fucking! I'm going to fill your pussy and then you're going to suck me off and I'll finish up by filling your ass, girl. And tomorrow your dear auntie and I are going to double team you. You're going to be our toy for a while, Chrystal, and you're going to love every minute of it. I know we will."

He started to thrust. The weight of his body on hers and the way he filled her sex gave Chrystal a completely different feeling than any sex she'd had before. Used. I'm being used by my uncle. He's fucking me and then I'll have to suck him and then I'll get buggered and all so he has a good time. I should be upset or insulted but—but I like the idea. 'A vessel for men's desire' Professor Von Stuellen said. I guess I am and—and it feels good. Teddy, what have you done to me?

Introspection was not for Harold. With a grunt like a rutting stag's he drove in and out of her body; each stroke sent electricity from his cock to his brain. The mind shut down, awash in sensation. All he knew was how good it felt and how much more of it he wanted. He reached down and pulled Chrystal's thighs high against her breasts and planted a knee behind each buttock. Back and forth he rocked, in and out he thrust, growling and muttering under his breath.

Marilynn watched with a leer on her lips. She knew the position well, having spent an hour in it on Halloween when Harold knocked her up. Teddy was no fool. Besides the normal human pregnancy hormones, endorphins raced through her bloodstream keeping her in a state of constant bliss. The alien wanted his pets to be fruitful and multiply and the best way to make people do what you want is to ensure it feels good. So Marilynn thought watching her husband fuck her niece senseless was just wonderful. Everything was wonderful . . . . 

Harold hooked his elbows around Chrystal's knees curling her up even tighter. Now he was driving straight down into her, his face red with effort and his lips curled into a grimace as tingling spread through his body. Release, he wanted release and he would have it as he sped up while his niece squeaked and whimpered beneath him. At last with a roar he jetted into her, flooding her pussy with his seed. Still erect and hard he withdrew to stand beside the bed by her head.

"Suck it, girl, clean my cock and make me come again. Swallow every drop, hear?"

Dumbly, Chrystal nodded. The orgasm had left her shaking but she knew it was far from over. Swallowing hard she took his wet, shiny manhood in both hands and pulled the helmet into her mouth. It was still salty from his semen and tasted of pussy. Forcing her mouth open as far as she could she took it in and started to suck. As she did so, she ran her tongue along the underside of the head and stroked with both hands.

"That's right, Chrystal, that's just what he likes. And you'd better take it is as far as you can, 'cause when he comes you'll get a mouthful so swallow hard and keep swallowing. Your uncle shoots a big load now that he's been modified. Teddy wants to make sure that his pets have no problem getting knocked up." As she spoke Marilynn stuck two fingers into her pussy and started pulling on her nipples. The sight of her husband face-fucking her niece was too hot to ignore. Maybe she would do something with the girl once Harold was finished, assuming the little thing didn't fall asleep!

I can swallow him, I know I can. I swallow Teddy's tentacle and it's almost as thick as Uncle Harold. She took a deep breath, relaxed her throat and plunged her head forward. Down her throat the massive tool slid, making Harold moan and grin. He seized her hair in both hands and started pulling and pushing as he rocked his hips in time. Chrystal closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her throat open and timing her breathing. How long would he keep this up? She had no way to know and to way to respond except patience. It seemed like hours but finally he stiffened and groaned. She felt the pulses on her tongue and swallowed automatically as the salty, creamy load shot down her esophagus. Lifting her head, she licked her lips and looked up at her uncle. He wore a feral grin as he reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and took out a tube of thick gel. Squeezing a large dollop of the stuff into his palm he spread it generously all over his still throbbing cock.




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 02



"And now for the grand finale, my girlie. Turn around and spread!"

"Lie on your back, Uncle Howard. Let me put it in, at least for this first time?"

Chrystal straddled her uncle's thighs then reached back to put the slippery cock at the entrance of her anus. She swallowed and then sat back, pushing out and bearing down to impale her on the massive member. Harold grabbed her hips and pulled down until she cried out and the head forced its way through the protesting sphincters.

"Ow! It's so big. Wait a second, Uncle Harold, so I can relax." He's got to be bigger than the Medievalists. None of them felt this huge. I haven't had anything that big inside me since the time Jasmine fisted me back at Rutgers. Deep breaths, now, deep breaths and relax.

When the burning faded, Chrystal grasped the man's shins and forced herself back and down. She could feel every centimeter, she swore, as he invaded her ass. He must love this. I'm probably the tightest thing he's gotten into in ages. Uh! Okay, that's all the way. Now to make him cum . . . .

****

The next morning Chrystal woke up spooned between her uncle and aunt. Marilyn's butt was pressed against her pelvis and Harold had one arm wrapped around her with the hand squeezing a breast. So that was incest, huh? She had to admit that though it started out an exercise in placid compliance, by the time she finally got her uncle to shoot a load up her ass it was really, really hot. And tonight Aunt Marilyn promised to strap on an enormous dildo so the two of them could roger her fore and aft. The more she thought about it, the hotter she got. I am going to trip over to the Glistening Cucumber at lunch today and get one of those harness and dildo combinations. If this sort of thing is going to go on, I don't want to always be the bottom. My bottom doesn't always want to be the bottom!

****

Monday afternoon Marilyn closed the basement door behind her and hung up her clothing on Teddy's valet. "Hello Teddy."

"Hello Marilyn. It's nice of you to stop by for a visit." The alien proffered a tentacle dotted with droplets of sweet nectar. "Did Harold and Chrystal commit their incest Friday night?"

Marilyn liked the arm clean, took the end of it into her mouth and swallowed. She felt it slide down her throat, pulse as it shot something into her stomach and then withdraw. Within seconds heat grew in her groin and spread down her thighs and up into her abdomen. She walked ever next to Teddy's trunk and lifted her arms. The alien picked her up and set her in the center of the writhing mass.

"Chrystal said that you had developed a way to grow lubrication glands in our asses, Teddy. Something about 'impromptu sodomy'?"

"I have, indeed. Are you interested? From what you tell me you are usually on the sending end of that behavior, you and your dildo collection."

"True," the woman felt something blunt touch her anus and start to vibrate. "I do a lot of that but Friday night I watched Harold bugger Chrystal. He had such a good time and when she climaxed it was positively volcanic. We did it again the next night. I had her front and he stretched her butt again. Seeing the look in her eyes as he plundered her ass made me want to feel that way more often. So yes, I am interested, very much so. Oh!"

Teddy slid a tentacle up her backside and well into her lower intestine. He pumped it thicker until Marilynn's eyes widened. "Teddy!"

"Ride it, Marilyn."

She leaned forward and put her hands onto a pair of convenient arms and started to post. The sensation was different this time with a myriad of prickles giving delicious sharp notes to the luxuriance of buggery. Panting, Marilynn increased her arousal until with a squeal she climaxed and felt a pulse in the impudent tentacle. But Teddy wasn't done. Continuing to thrust he forced her into orgasm after orgasm until she pleaded with him to stop and collapsed, exhausted, in his arms.

"There, now. In about a month's time whenever you are aroused and wet vaginally you will be equally aroused and wet anally. As word of this modification gets out I predict three results. Men will be lining up at your office door, Harold will be less inclined to 'abuse' Chrystal and the entire staff and faculty will be pushing and shoving to be next in line for modification. All very satisfactory."

As he spoke, Teddy cradled Marilyn in his arms and rocked her back and forth.

"Teddy?"

"Yes, Marilyn?"

"Why? Why have you done this to us? I'm not complaining, just curious."

"I want to go home, Marilynn. And unfortunately when I crashed here a couple of hundred years ago your species was neither educated nor intelligent enough to help. So I took over this convenient little backwater of a college and started to breed smarter humans. I've been quite successful, I think. The Baumgartner line has done particularly well. Harold's calculations will provide the theory for a functional star drive and now I have to breed for engineers to build it. I expected that would take another couple of hundred years but lately I'm becoming more optimistic."

"Why?"

In the past few months I've smelt a young man who comes to the garden shed at the base of the hill and then goes off and works. Dean Tolliver told me the lad has a rather odd name, Mordecai Goldglum. He's a transfer student from a community college in New England here on full scholarship based on poverty and academic proficiency."

"Oh, I know Mordecai. He's one of Harold's favorites. I understand that he has an unusual intuitive grasp of obscure mathematics, able to always get the correct answer but never able to explain why."

"Yes, that's the one. Tomorrow you will meet him as he comes off shift. Flirt with him and then bring him in here and seduce him. While he's having his merry way with you I will introduce him to the delights of anal penetration and start his modification. When it's complete I intend to breed him to your niece--several times. Their children and yours should, in the following generation, produce the genius I need."

"But Teddy, how will you get on board? I mean, NASA is a little picky about who they let go into space and smuggling you onto a star ship will be impossible."

The alien buzzed that funny sound that seemed to indicate humor. "Marilyn, it took me a little while to understand the currency concepts on Earth but once I did I have put them to good use. Fear not, when it is possible to build a star ship, I will be able to afford it."

"And then you will leave? What about Benthamsthwaite?"

"What? Do you think I would spend nearly two hundred carefully breeding and petting my humans just to abandon them? Not a prayer, Marilyn. You will all come with me. My home planet's climate is very comfortable, rather like Santa Barbara, California. You will thrive there, growing ever more intelligent and sensual. Your species and mine will make wonderful commensurals. Perhaps in time we will even become symbiotes. And in the mean time we will happily fuck each others' brains out."



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 03



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The iron-bound oak door to the Benthamsthwaite Faculty Club basement opened on well-oiled hinges. Teddy heard the faint sound, felt the disturbance in the air and smelled the two humans who entered. It made what corresponded to a satisfied nod from a human being, a subtle shifting of the tentacles growing out of the tall, thick stalk of its body. The trap was set, the bait (Marilynn Baumgartner's deeply cut neckline) had worked to perfection and all that remained was to snare the designated prey. And here he was, Mordecai Goldring, a barely legal mathematical prodigy whose genes could very well provide Teddy with a way off the planet he'd crashed onto two centuries ago. 

"Mo, honey," Marilynn fairly crooned, "have a seat here. Would you like some coffee?"

Mordecai, never taking his eyes from Professor Baumgartner's décolletage, nodded. Ignoring the bizarre purple being that took up a third of the room, he sipped the brew and half-listened to the woman's chattering—until she stopped. Completely changing manner, Marilyn stood in front of the young man and spoke.

"Mordecai Goldring, you feel strangely but pleasantly helpless and unable to move."

Mo blinked in surprise. She was right. He couldn't move but wasn't the least alarmed. Sitting there quietly immobile felt rather good, just right, in fact.

Marilynn smiled like a well-canaried cat. "And the reason you can't move, darling, is because your coffee was well laced with a hypnotic secreted by our dear Teddy, here." She gestured toward the alien. "You will do everything I say because you have no choice. And it will be such fun!"

She settled down onto his lap and hummed to herself as she unbuttoned the front of his heavy shirt and pushed the lapels down over his shoulders and off his arms. "Raise your hands," and his undershirt followed. Marilynn leaned down and touched the tip of her tongue to his collarbone and ran it luxuriously up his neck to the base of his ear where she seized the lobe between her teeth and squeezed. The sensation was electric and the young man moaned.

"Like that, do you? Want to take turns?" Professor Baumgartner pulled the zipper on her sweater dress down to her waist and unclasped the brassiere underneath freeing her breasts. She lifted one to his lips. "Bite gently, Mo, and suck hard. Oh! Oh, yes, just like that. Now the other one!"

Mo sucked vigorously, like he had not done since infancy, making Marilynn first sigh, then moan and finally chirp in orgasm. She pushed herself from his lap and let the remains of her clothing drop to the floor.

"Well done, young man! Ooo! That was wonderful. And now it's my turn again. Lift up." She pulled his pants down to his knees and off his feet, along with his high rubber boots and socks. Hands on hips she smiled at his naked, aroused body and dropped to her knees. Wrapping one hand around the shaft of his phallus, she took the helmet in her mouth and began to worship it with suction, lips and tongue. Mordecai whimpered.

"Tell me, dear," Marilynn inquired, "what you think of tentacle sex? Be truthful."

"Uh, I—I like stories. The cartoons are kind of crude and silly but reading about virgins getting raped and plundered by cephalopods or aliens or strange vines—is kind of a turn on."

"Isn't it though? I agree, stories are better than cartoons but real life is even better. And being the girl getting plundered is better yet though I will so enjoy watching you get it." She put her head down and sucked again while her fist stroked the shaft of his cock.

"Want some more? Too bad, darling, you will have to wait until Teddy is finished with you. It thinks you need modification, or what we ladies prefer to call—enhancement?" She palmed his tight ball sack and stroked it gently. "These will grow, probably to between two and three times their current weight and you will definitely get larger in the cock. When he's done with you, you won't be all that much longer but thick? Mercy! Deep throating you will not be easy in a month or so. Fortunately," she grinned again, "we Benthamsthwaite ladies enjoy a challenge. Yes, dear Mordecai, you are going to be made into an object of desire. Men and women will both want you and you, gentleman that you are, will acquiesce. Your future will look like this—watch."

She sauntered over to the base of the alien's trunk and got down on her knees and elbows. At once tendrils dropped down and seized her around the arms and thighs, spreading her almost painfully wide. Another wrapped itself into her hair and pulled her head up and back while two more coiled around her breasts and squeezed them tight. Finally, as Mo watched in mesmerized horror, three thick tentacles dropped down. One popped into her open mouth and, it seemed to him, slid clear down her throat. The other two—double penetrated her.

Mordecai was unable to tear his eyes away. Here was his advisor's wife being violated like some Hentai cartoon maiden and apparently enjoying it. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, driving herself down onto the penetrating arms. Faster and faster they thrust together until a chirrup trilled through the air as the purple thing climaxed and sent glutinous streams into each of the woman's orifices and withdrew.

Marilynn sat up and curled like a contented cat. She licked her lips and cocked her head at the young man held motionless by her command in his chair. "And now it's your turn, Mo dear. Scary looking, isn't it? Why the first time the faculty carried me down here I fainted dead away in terror. The second time—well, let's just say I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Stand up!"

Unable to resist, Mo did as ordered and remained there while Marilynn took away his chair and walked around him appraisingly. "Teddy, are you going to do anything different with him?"

A whistling, birdlike sound answered. "Not really. After all, I do need to cross him with your niece, several times, I suspect. And I've no doubt that there must be another woman or so who would like his babies. So he has to remain decidedly male. However, as you said, he is to be an object of desire to the men, too, so I've got an answer for that, as well. Bring him over. I'm really looking forward to this."

She took the student's wrist and gently pulled him over to the alien. "Now darling, understand that you have no more free will. Of course, in a while the hypnotic would wear off but by then it will be too late. Teddy is going to have you—everywhere. And while that's an alarming idea right now, you will find you like it so much you will come back for more. Everyone does.  That chemical brew Teddy pumps into you will start changes in your body that will make you into a raging stallion in bed with women and a compliant little catamite for the men. Accept it. Now get down on your hands and knees, my lad."

Helplessly, Mordecai complied. As he watched, trembling, two arms dropped in front of him and slithered down between his arms and knees. One reached up and stroked his phallus, wrapped around it and stroked up and down. Marilynn was right. He did like it. It released him and an opening appeared in the end that engulfed his manhood and started to suck. The boy's eyes widened. Then he watched as the other arm raised up, secreted oily droplets from the end and pressed against his anus.

"Oh, yes! Fuck him, Teddy, make him our toyboy. I can hardly wait to use my dildo on him. I really want to hear him scream when he cums."

A third arm appeared before his nose, smelling wonderfully of cinnamon and nutmeg. Drops oozed out of it. He opened his mouth and a little of the liquid dripped onto his tongue. It was delicious. He wanted more and opened wide. Before he realized it, the tendril was in his mouth and down this throat, past the gag reflex and thrusting up and down his esophagus. The other two began to match its rhythm.  More tentacles engulfed his torso and lifted him off the ground. Marilynn walked over and walked around him, a satisfied smile on her face.

"In a few minutes, darling, you will come in Teddy and he will come in you. And when he does your modification will begin. And you know what the first thing that happens is? Your recovery time will shorten down to a few minutes. In less than five minutes you will be hard and rampant again. And then, dear Mordecai, you get me! I will suck you up hard, you will fuck me 'till I wail and then I want that cock of yours up my ass. It's going to be wonderful."

*****

During his morning run the next day, Mo had just about convinced himself that his memories of the afternoon before were a hallucination until he soaped up in the shower and saw all his body hair dissolve and wash away. Looking into the mirror he was stunned to see himself as beardless and smooth as a ten-year-old, albeit a ten-year-old with a grown man's musculature and genitalia. Feeling a bit dizzy, he made a cup of coffee and sat down on the battered sofa in his student studio apartment. The longer he sat, the worse he felt until finally he went to bed.

When he woke it was morning again. Quickly checking the date on his tablet Mo was relieved to find that it was just the next day. Still, according to his calculations he had slept for eighteen hours. Feeling sticky, as though he'd been fighting a fever, he showered again and this time the image in the mirror raised his eyebrows. Though still smooth and hairless he was well on his way to that 'two to three times heavier' that Marilynn had told him about. His cock looked larger, too. Not really sure how to react, he did the normal human thing and got on with his daily routine. At least his newly augmented dangly bits didn't get in the way as he ran ten miles, came back for breakfast and headed for class.

As Modacai crossed the campus quad he was unaware that he was being intently observed. Professor Emeritus Glynn Moriarty and her younger colleague Geneva Chambers watched the young man pass out of the corners of their eyes.

"So that's the newest one? Quite a bit younger than most, isn't he."

"Barely legal, I believe. Of course, having his beard and, one presumes, his body hair eliminated does increase that impression. Tell me, Geneva, have you been told why Teddy did that to him?"

"Marilynn says that is it supposed to make him an object of desire to everyone, not just the ladies. And it does give him rather the androgynous look, doesn't it?"

"Quite. If he let his hair grow, he could probably pass for either a man or a woman. But he is still supposed to be rampantly male?"

"Oh, yes. According to the Baumgartners, the stud muffin is the designated nephew. And you know how blunt Harold can get at times. According to him, young Mr. Goldring's major job will be to keep Chrystal's belly full of babies."

"That is blunt, even for Harold. What about his academics? I understand that while he's incredibly brilliant in a weird Benoit Mandelbrot or Freeman Dyson kind of way, there isn't a prayer of his ever getting a doctorate. Poor thing can never explain his thinking."

"That will be a problem. Anyway, a belly full of babies? Now that gets me thinking. Meredith is almost three and Edwin would love another. I wonder . . . ."

"Remember, Gen, he won't be fully enhanced for another month. But I suppose if you ovulated tomorrow he'd still knock you up."

"And if I didn't take, by the time I knew it, he'd be a full blown stud horse and we'd try again. So there really isn't any down side. I think I'll have someone send him to my office."

*****

Tuesday morning, Mordecai received a puzzling note that said to go to the English Department and seek out Associate Professor Chambers. Her door was open so he tapped and said, "Dr. Chambers? I understand you want to see me?"

A thirty-something woman in wire-rimmed glasses and an outrageously embroidered caftan smiled up at him from her desk. "Yes, Mordecai, I do. Come in—and close the door behind you."

When the student complied her heard a soft click followed by a sharper one. The door was locked. Geneva rose from her office chair and stood in front of Mordecai, looking him up and down. She reached out and caressed his face, taking particular notice of the almost baby-softness of his skin. His 'modification' was progressing rapidly.

"Undress," she said quietly.

"Un—undress?"

"You heard me. I desire you, Mordecai. Do as I say."

Fumbling somewhat, Mo slipped off his jacket, tossed it onto a nearby chair and began to remove his clothing. When he was naked Geneva, like Marilynn before her, walked around him appraisingly. She reached down and weighed his scrotum in her hand, squeezing very gently.

"Mm-hmm. Not fully enhanced, yet, perhaps, but well on the way. And I love the smooth, boyish look. Mordecai, I really think you ought to let your hair grow. Shoulder length at least and all the way to your waist would be even better. Will you do that for me?"

"I—I guess so. Why do you want me to have long hair?"

"Darling, right now you make quite a good object of desire for women but you are supposed to attract men, too. The long hair will help. I can just see you in bed with Edwin, your arms wrapped around each other and your knees raised as he sodomizes you with that great tool he's grown. It's a very arousing image, you know. Women love the idea. In fact, I'm getting aroused right now."

Geneva unhooked the caftan at the back of her neck, reached behind to grasp the zipper pull and undid the garment. She turned away from Mo and let it drop to the floor revealing her naked body. Resting her bottom on the desktop, she leaned back on her elbows and lifted her knees.

"I want your baby, Mordecai. Come here and fill me up with that magic baby juice you men produce so wonderfully. Fuck me, darling, hard and repeatedly. There's lube in my top right drawer if you want my ass as well but first, make a baby in me."

As she stripped, Mo felt his erection stiffening. He looked down. Marilynn was right. He was bigger already. And there, right in front of him was Geneva's pinkly swollen pussy, glistening in readiness. With a heartfelt groan he hooked an arm under each of her knees and took her to the hilt.

*****

That evening Mordecai looked furtively over each shoulder and entered the tool shed at the base of Faculty Club hill. In the back was a slightly concealed door. He went through it and down the tunnel that led to Teddy's lair. Powered by indignation but with his stomach knotted in apprehension, he approached the purple, sea anemone-like being.

"Hello, Mordecai." The words was had the pitch of a cello but the timbre of a flute.

"T—Teddy, change me back!" Mordecai's voice quavered, "I don't want to be a—an 'object of desire'. Not for women and I sure don't want to be one for other men. Change me back."

A small tendril reached out and gently stroked the young man's cheek and ran across his face. Another started on his hair and worked its way down his back to his waist. "You're being silly. All sexual species want to be desired, to be loved." The tentacles wrapped around Mordecai's back and shoulders and softly but inexorably pulled him to the alien's trunk. It was warm and smooth as Moroccan leather. The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg grew stronger. Mo pushed against the trunk, trying to escape but to no avail. After several seconds he relaxed and yielded to the pressure and the heat at his chest. He put his cheek against Teddy and took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths. Inexplicably, he began to feel very, very safe.

"Now, lovely male, undress and come back to me. I will make sweet love to you, possess you and you will be mine, just like all the others are. Yes, I hold all of Benthamsthwaite in thrall but I do it with love and desire."

Trembling all over, Mordecai stripped down. A stray thought wondered if this was how a virgin bride felt on her wedding night or a maiden about to be deflowered by some rakish older man. When he was naked he reached out with both arms and pressed himself against the deep purple flesh. Arms encircled him and a small one, glistening with sweet-smelling droplets stopped in front of his lips.

"Open up, Mo."

Soft and sweet the tendril rested on his tongue and he closed his lips around it and began to suck. Tentacles ran and caressed every inch of his body raising him to heights of arousal he'd yet to experience. At last to great arms encircled his thighs and lifing him off his feet drew him high into the writhing mass at Teddy's crest. Mo found himself on his back with his legs bent and spread wide, his cock held tight in a coil.

"I'm going to take you, now, Mo. It will be nothing like last time. Today you will discover how men will love you, just the way you love women."

Tendrils curled into a bundle that pushed Mordecai down, hot on his chest and belly. Then, as he knew would inevitably happen, there was pressure on his anus. It felt large, very large, blunt, smooth and slippery.

"Push out, dear male, come on—push. Yes, just like that."

"Aaah!" 

The last time Teddy penetrated him, Mo hadn't felt much. This time the size of the tentacle was startling and a little painful.

"Relax, Mordecai, relax. That's better. This arm is the size you will soon be, my love; now you know what the women experience. And very soon you will know what else they experience."

Bound tightly and unable to move, Mo felt the great member start to piston in and out of him. The sensation was new, exciting and almost indescribable. Helplessness was delicious. Being used and stretched wide was the very essence of domination. 'I will make sweet love to you, possess you and you will be mine . . . ', yes, it has and I am. Why was I foolish enough to believe it would ever change me back, release me? I am Teddy's toy, pet and lover forever. Sensation and emotion overwhelmed Mordecai and he surrendered.

Hours later, Mo woke up cradled in Teddy's arms. He could hardly believe what had happened. Orgasm after orgasm had slammed through his body, each stronger than the last until his overloaded brain had shut down and he fainted. "Teddy," he croaked, "what have you done to me?"

The alien buzzed in a chuckling way, "I haven't just modified your physiology, Mo; I worked over your neurology, as well. Shortly you will be multi-potent, like all the other men, able to ejaculate repeatedly in rapid succession so that, should the opportunity ever present itself, you can impregnate several women in a single session. However, unlike the other men, you are also multiorgasmic, whether you ejaculate or not. This puts you in the same position as the most passionate of women and now, if a man or men decide to enjoy your body, you will respond the way a woman does."

"Man or men?"

"Oh, yes. The faculty parties are rather riotous at Benthamsthwaite. I believe the next one celebrates the vernal equinox. By then you will be raising passions all over campus and I suspect you will be the willing subject of quite a merry gang bang. You shouldn't be surprised if several of the women strap on dildos and join in the festivities. No, my dear, you are going to be the entire faculty's heartthrob and they will be most jealous of young Chrystal."

"Chrystal? Chrystal Baumgartner?"

"Mm-hmm. While you don't actually have to marry her, you are going to sire rather a brood of children on her. I will need a minimum of four to preserve as much of your combined DNA's into the next generation as possible. More, of course, would be better. And now you need to get back to the upper world, Mordecai. Go home, nap and then you will be off to the Baumgartner's. You will have dinner with them tonight."

As Mordecai, still slightly in shock, fumbled back into his clothes, he paused, suddenly remembered something. "Teddy, Professor Chambers told me to grow my hair out long."




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 03



"Oh, splendid idea. Hold on just a moment." Minutes passed as the ambient odor of the chamber changed subtly. Then Teddy held out a single arm. "Say 'ah', Mo. This will rearrange your follicles temporarily to make your hair grow out at about an inch a day. When you can sit on it, come back and I'll make them normal again. Yes, you will be gorgeous. And I think with your skin color, auburn is best. Don't forget to get the dark ends cut off in a couple of weeks."

*****

The cold early December wind whipped around young Goldring as he walked down the street toward the Baumgartner's brick cottage. Internally he was a seething mass of contradictory emotions. If Dr. Howard did him like Teddy had, the student would have to admit that he had become thoroughly bisexual—but he didn't want to be. If Dr. Marilynn's hint that she intended to peg him while the others watched, he would have to admit that he was now both a sub and an exhibitionist—and he'd rather not be. But if he was really going to get into Chrystal's pants, it might be worth it! 

A month ago the Baumgartner's niece had been just another pretty girl working in the Admin building but then she had begun to change. Now Mo understood why; Teddy had started 'modifying' her. Chrystal's figure could only be described as spectacular, her eyelashes were what only the best makeup artist could achieve—but they were natural. A previously perky, cheerleader attitude had become closer to Lauran Bacall in full 'vamp' mode, with a voice to match. Married to her? The thought was daunting. Impregnating her? He started to stiffen at the idea. 

Now darling, understand you have no more free will. Obviously Marilynn's statement had been an overstatement. He could still eat what he wanted and wear what he liked but within the larger picture he feared she was right. "They", whoever that might be, seemed to have rerouted his life into something exotic, erotic and weird. Trying to get Teddy to let him out had only increased the alien's hold over him. And not just him! I hold all of Benthamsthwaite in thrall . . . Were the entire faculty happy slaves to that—that oversized sea anemone? If so, what was its purpose?

He knocked at the door in the evening cold and gloom. Marilynn opened it and drew him inside to a warm, fire-lit living room and plastered herself against him for a long, deep probing kiss. "Ah, here he is—our lovely androgyne. Look at him, Howard, isn't he just delicious? Mordecai, this is our niece, Chrystal. I don't believe you two have met formally."

A young goddess reached out and took both his hands. "Hello, Mordecai. Uncle Howard says you're brilliant and a very nice young man. Teddy says I'm to have lots of babies with you." She guided his hand around behind her and placed them on her bottom. Reaching up, Chrystal put her arms around his neck and pulled in close. "Shall we get started right away or do you want to get married first? Either way is fine . . . ."

Even with the last three days' adventures, Mo could still be stunned—and he was. "M—married? You mean right away?"

"Why not?" Chrystal purred and put her mouth up for a kiss. "It doesn't stop my aunt and uncle from having fun fucking everyone who comes within reach. I think you'd be nice to come home to." Closing her eyes and opening her mouth she tightened her grasp and pulled him down for a kiss that was even longer, deeper and hotter than Marilynn's. Finally she let him up for air and smiled at his gasps for breath. She turned to her aunt.

"I suppose you're putting the two of us to bed right after dinner?"

Marilynn chuckled and Howard leered. "No, dear. I'm taking you to bed after dinner. Your uncle will be next (you know how he enjoys incest) and then you get to spend the rest of the night with Mordecai."

Chrystal's jaw dropped. "You first, then Uncle Howard—wait, while you're fucking me what . . .?"

Howard ran his hand lasciviously down the back of Mordecai's head and ended up with squeezing the student's ass. "Mordecai and I are going to get better acquainted. I had my doubts when your aunt first told me of Teddy's plans but now that I see the result, I have to admit I am strangely attracted to your proposed fiancé. You're right, Marilynn, he is an object of desire."

To Chrystal's astonishment her uncle pulled Mo out of her arms and into his own. She watched, intrigued, as Mordecai first stiffened and then surrendered, pressing himself against the older man and sucking hungrily at his mouth. She felt her aunt wrap an arm around her shoulders and then reach down and squeeze her right breast. "The family that plays together stays together?" she snickered, "But first—dinner is waiting."

Over well-seasoned braised short ribs, mashed potatoes, succotash and chocolate pudding, the four of them discussed Howard's research, campus politics, Mordecai's story about breeding Geneva Chambers and other tidbits that would only make up dinner conversation at Benthamsthwaite. 

When he rose to bring the dessert, Howard announced, "Mordecai, you and I know only too well that there is no way the usual academic folderol would allow you to complete a doctorate. The poo-bahs of academia simply will not accept your—let us say eccentric approach to mathematics. A master's will be child's play for you. We'll just find an appropriate comprehensive exam for you to take and bob's-yer-uncle it would be done. But original research requires method. You simply can't tell a dissertation committee 'because it can't be wrong' and expect to get approval."

Mordecai hung his head sadly. "I know. I figured I could just get the master's and go teach high school or something. At least it would be a living."

"Not a bad plan, m'boy, but unnecessary. Our alien master has proposed that your talents are best put to use right here, in a research capacity. Teddy told Marilynn, after the usual fucking, that he was going to establish a research fellowship for you. The trustees will approve since the entire department and Dean Tolliver will recommend they do. That way Benthamsthwaite gets the use of your brain, Chrystal gets the use of your cock, Teddy gets whatever he wants and you get paid for it."

Mordecai sat upright. "Really? You aren't joking? That—that's wonderful."

"And it pays a full professor's salary. You could support quite a large family on that, Mordecai."

With dinner over, Howard stood up and put a proprietary hand on Mordecai's shoulder. The younger man looked up, smiled shyly, reddened a bit and stood up. Howard's hand slid down to Mo's hip pocket, slipped inside and with a gentle push propelled him toward the bedroom hallway.

"Uncle Howard is actually going to have sex with Mo?"

Marilynn gave an evil snigger. "That's probably euphemistic, Chrystal. I suspect that your uncle is going to ravish and plunder Mo. If I'm right, he'll be limp and very pliable when I get to him. But speaking of plundering—clear the table, strip and bend over it while I get ready, will you dear? Those new glands in your backside should be working by now and I want to give them a try."

Chrystal shivered as her aunt left the room. Her aunt and uncle had become sexually voracious since Halloween. With Teddy having 'modified' the girl into placid compliance, whenever she had nothing pressing to do, Chrystal found herself servicing her aunt's desires and submitting to her uncle's incestuous fantasies. She wondered if Mordecai felt the same way and a twinge of jealousness hit her. While she was out here cleaning up, her aunt was in the bedroom changing into 'something suitable' and would get to watch the two men. Life was unfair.

The master bedroom door was slightly ajar and Marilynn stayed outside for a few minutes, enjoying the scene inside. Howard stood behind Mordecai, pressing him close and running lascivious hands down the boy's torso. Mordecai, for his part, stood with his eyes shut, his head laid back on the older man's shoulder and his arms around Howard's neck. He took deep, shuddering breaths and moaned softly. Howard's hand grew more urgent and started unfastening Mo's clothing. "Strip!" he growled softly.

With the same shy, hesitant smile he'd made at dinner, Mordecai finished undressing and, with a shiver, hung his clothing on the dressing table chair. His eyes widened slightly as Howard took a bolster from the closet and put it across the center of the bed. Following Howard's nod, he climbed onto the bedspread and lay down with his hips over the bolster. Turning a vulnerable facial expression toward the door, he whispered, "Whenever you're ready."

By now Marilynn's panties were soaked with her arousal. Oh, take him, Howard. I can't wait to see your massive tool violate the kid's ass. Make him scream; then make him cum!

Howard took his time undressing. With a self-satisfied look on his face, he opened a dresser drawer and took out a condom package, ripped it open and unrolled it over his bulging purple manhood. He squeezed out a copious glop of lubricant into his palm and slathered it on. Wiping his hands clean he approached the bed. 

"This is going to be quite a night. First a beardless youth, then my niece and finally my pregnant wife—all out to satisfy me. Why, I feel like a Renaissance pope or a Roman emperor. Decadence is such fun."

Kneeing between Mo's wide spread legs, Howard leaned forward, put the head of his cock at the opening of Mordecai's ass and pushed.

"Ow! It's too big."

"No, it's just right," Howard chuckled. He waited a moment and pushed again.

"Ah?" And then, to his own surprise, Mo arched his back. "More?"

Sniggering, Howard drove into the student to the hilt. The boy gasped and then began to whimper as the older man started making long, slow thrusts and withdrawals. Marilynn entered the room and stripped off her clothing, all the while her eyes were fixed on the outrageously voluptuous scene. Yes, it was going to be quite a night. She'd peg Chrystal first, then Mordecai and then, whether he knew it or not, Howard was going to get the treatment. Decadence was indeed fun, she though, buckling on a leather harness. Looking over her dildo collection she grinned and took out the largest, an enormous, lifelike silicone member even larger than her husband. She inserted her end into her sex, closed the harness over it and stepped into a set of stiletto heels. She looked at the lubricant tube and shook her head. If Chrystal wasn't fully ready for impromptu sodomy, she could always come back for it.

When Marilynn returned to the dining room Chrystal was obediently bent over the table, her back arched and her ass high. "Is Uncle hurting him?" she asked anxiously.

"Perhaps at first," her aunt replied running her hands over the girl's buttocks and fingering her smooth, bare sex, "but when I left his whimpers were changing into moans so I think that your assigned fiancé is just as placidly compliant as you are. I must tell Ewan McAllister. He's always on the lookout for receptive young men."

Chrystal's wet, swollen labia proclaimed her arousal so to satisfy her curiosity about this latest 'modification' Marilynn pinched three fingers together and pushed them into her niece's anus. "Oh, very good. Teddy is, as usual, as good as his word. Your butt is as slippery as your pussy."

She raised the neon green silicone helmet to the beckoning pucker, grabbed Chrystal by the hips and thrust forward.

"Aaah? Aunt Marilynn, that thing is even bigger than Uncle Howard!"

"I know. Think how much more comfortable you'll be when he comes for you. I do believe I'll get you a set like this as a wedding present, my girl. It will be a blast watching you two doing each other. Now, quit complaining and cum for auntie!"

*****

A long while later Chrystal lay in her bed, wrapped in Mordecai's arms. Both were completely spent after the evening orgy. Feeling rather stretched, Mordecai clung to the beautiful young woman, unable to believe what had happened to him—to them in the last week.

"Chrystal? Will—will you really marry me?"

She turned in his arms and put hers around his neck. "Aunt Marilynn says that our children and their children need to mate. Cousin marriage is fine, genetically, and according to her, their children should produce at least one genius who will take Uncle Howard's and your calculations and turn them into a star drive. Then Teddy told her, he intends to take all of us to his home world. He's been working on people, specifically my family, for two hundred years because he wants to go home. Mo, if all I have to do to help humanity go to the stars is have your babies—well, just jump my bones, man. And tonight I find that you are shy, sweet and adorable. Yes, Mordecai Goldring, I'll marry you. And to show you—fuck me!"



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 04



Chrystal Baumgartner lay comfortably naked on the thick cushion in Dean Tolliver's inner office. Her wrists were cuffed to one end and her ankles to the sides of the other. The Dean had managed to catch her at the end of the day when most of her work was finished and told her to come with him, that she had something he wanted. She responded with a shrug and a resigned smile. The Dean wasn't her idea of a sexually attractive man but the modifications that Teddy, the university's resident alien being and (to put it bluntly) Master, had made to her body and brain left her placidly compliant to any man's desire. Given Chrystal's hourglass figure and sultry personality, male desire was in plentiful supply.

She watched through half-closed eyes as the Dean undressed and smiled at his enhanced genitals. Triple-sized testicles hung below an erect phallus too thick to encircle with one hand. Teddy had not modified only the women of Benthamsthwaite. As he tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled the thin skin over his manhood, Tolliver enquired conversationally, "Tell me, darling, do your parents approve of your new fiancé? It must have come as a surprise to them to hear that you're getting married with no hint that you even had a boyfriend."

Chrystal ground her hips suggestively. Tolliver would have her, probably a couple of times. She would enjoy it though not volcanically. Placid compliance was more like being a dutiful wife to every man on the faculty. "They were a little bemused, Tolly. Everything went fine the first evening and morning of their visit but after lunch I started to feel the tension rise. You know how it is with Moe; everybody wants him, men and women alike. It's taken a bit but he finally accepts it so when he saw what was happening, he gently suggested that he go back to the motel with them and spend the night."

Tolliver knelt between her knees. "And how did they take that?"

Chrystal lifted her pelvis, "They were surprised but both of them were so hot for him they couldn't refuse. When I met them for breakfast the next morning Daddy had a satisfied but slightly puzzled look on his face. Mother, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling all day long. They're completely enthralled with him and naturally he's going to take advantage of that and introduce them to Teddy tonight. Oh!"

Tolliver's weight pressed down on the girl and his outsized cock spread her wide. "Mmmm . . . You're delicious, Chrystal, and well worth how long you've made me wait. I'll have to think about trying out Mordecai, as well. Teddy's turned him into such an androgynous figure even men who think they're straight want to fuck him. So your mother is going to be added to the stable, is she? Intriguing."

While the Dean was having his way with Chrystal, her fiancé, Mordecai Goldglum showed her parents around the Faculty Club. To the casual visitor it seemed self-satisfied, comfortable and reeking in privilege. Thick, leather covered club chairs sat between hand-wrought reading lamps on thick rya rugs in rich colors. Solid hardwood paneled the walls that were hung with original artwork. The bar tender handed the trio well-crafted, large cinnamon and nutmeg scented drinks to sip as they toured. At last Mordecai touched a hidden switch on one wall.

"Here's the best part," he murmured seductively over his shoulder, "just follow me downstairs."

By now Chrystal's parents could no more refuse than fly to the moon. They were mesmerized by the young man their daughter had decided to marry. His long, auburn hair, slim body and smooth hairlessness attracted Benjamin like no woman had since he married Sheila. Sheila, for her part, was hypnotized by his smoldering gaze and spicy male scent. Once they were all in bed and her husband finished buggering Mordecai, Ben rolled over and fell asleep. The younger man then turned to her and fucked her longer than she ever remembered any man doing, even back as an undergraduate. Unquestioningly they followed him down a long stairway lit with gas lamps on wall sconces. Finally, in what seemed the bowels of the earth, they arrived at a thick, iron-bound door. Mordecai pushed it open.

Inside the room, the air was warm and smelled like the drinks from the bar. Moe closed the door behind then and threw the latch, locking them in. The heat in the room began to concentrate in the Baumgartner's crotches and amazement in their brains as they looked upon the room's inhabitant. Mordecai walked over to what looked like a ten-foot tall purple sea anemone and patted the trunk fondly.

"This is Teddy," he told the other two. "We're not sure what he really is or where he came from but he's been down here in the basement for over a hundred and fifty years, right back to the founding of Benthamsthwaite College." The young man began to undo his clothing. "Over the years he's essentially taken control of the place and everyone in it. Teddy gets what Teddy wants and what Teddy wants now—is you." 

He held out his hand to Sheila with a compelling smile and to her own amazement, she stepped forward and took it. "Take your clothing off, Sheila, you, too, Ben. We're going to have a little foursome down here."

Fully naked, Mordecai started unbuttoning Sheila's blouse. She watched helplessly as her clothing fell away exposing her mature figure. Mordecai's cock stiffened at the sight. Eyes wide, she looked over her shoulder for support from her husband to see him also naked and aroused. When she was nude, Moe gently pulled her over to the trunk of the purple alien and pushed her back against it and pressing himself against her for a long, passionate, probing kiss. As the kiss continued, Sheila felt something wrap around each ankle and wrist. When Mordecai broke away and stepped back, the tentacles pulled her tight to the trunk forcing her back into an arc that pushed her breasts out.

"Don't be afraid, Sheila. What you're going to get is what everyone at Benthamsthwaite has gotten for more than a century. Ben's parents and grandparents did. The only reason he didn't is that he went to West Point for college instead of staying here. But now that he's home . . . ."

Ben was also ensnared and bound. Teddy's uncounted arms pulled him against his wife and began to stroke them intimately. A voice like a low-pitched flute began, "Chrystal's DNA is wonderful. You can be very proud of what you've produced. I am disappointed that you only chose to have one, though—so I'm taking this opportunity to correct that."

"But—but I'm over forty!" Sheila protested as Ben's erection rubbed against her labia sending tingles outward to her thighs and belly.

The musical voice buzzed in a way that suggested a chuckle. "Fifty years ago or so ago, that would have been a problem. However, I have much more control over my pet's bodies than I did then. I overriding your birth control, Sheila, and by morning you will ovulate. By then you will be full of Ben's semen and you will conceive. And since Ben has retired from the Army and has a comfortable pension, you two can move back here where we can lots of fun together—and you will!"

Ben entered her with a grunt and a moan while she hummed in response and then both of them gasped. Over their shoulders they heard Mordecai snicker as two additional arms probed the couple's anuses. "He's going to modify you two, just the way he has all the rest of us. The drink you had upstairs started it and now he's going to inject more enzymes and amino acids into your gut. They enter your bloodstream very fast through the mucus membranes. Teddy, will you get enough changes done with just this one night?"

"Oh, yes. I will have them now and when they are done with each other, they'll fall asleep. I'll wake them again at midnight and have them again and a third time at dawn. It will be a little hurried and they will find themselves sleeping longer at night and eating more than they're used to for a week or so, but within a month and a half they will be fully modified. And when they sell their Sunnyvale home and move back here, they will fit right into our lusty lifestyle. And as for you, Mordecai, come here, bend over and spread. You I'll fuck just for the fun of it." 

*****

The following morning Howard Baumgartner picked up his dazed older brother, his equally dazed, but smiling sister and his smirking nephew-in-law-elect from the Faculty Club and brought them back to his cottage. Benjamin opened the front door to the smell of bacon and biscuits and froze in the doorway.

"Hey, son," called out his father, "I hear Teddy finally got to you two. 'Bout time, I'd say."

"Amel, you hush!" Lucy Baumgartner beamed at her older son and daughter. "Sheila, don't mind the man. Sometimes he has all the couth of a wet mop. You just come right over and sit next to me. I want to know all the details but I want them girl talk—none of this guffawing caveman nonsense."

After breakfast Lucy took charge of the group as befitted the matriarch of the family and hustled them out into the living room. Once everyone was settled, she stood in the center of the room and began to speak. She held up her hand and began to tick points off on her fingers. 

"So as I understand it, Marilynn got knocked up on Halloween. Sheila, after a break of some twenty-two years is in the family away again as of this morning and our little hottie Chrystal will be married and be bred next month. Am I right? Good. Well, then, I think that calls for a celebration. Tonight Howard does his incest thing with Chrystal again, Amel fucks Sheila, Ben has his way with Marilynn and I am going to try out everyone's favorite new toyboy. There's nothing like a little orgy to break the ice."

"Mother!" Ben was aghast.

"Oh hush, Bennie, just because you've been away for almost ever is no excuse. You're back at Benthamsthwaite now and it's time to adjust. You will find that as a 'new chum' the ladies will all be in line to try you out. Don't be a party pooper. 

And don't give me any appalled look, Sheila, you can feel you haven't a choice. After those doses of funny chemicals Teddy pumped into you last night? Dear, by dinnertime you'll be just like the rest of us are—a placidly compliant little slut, happily available to every cock that shows interest. Starting with your father will just make things easier. Mmm, I can hardly wait! Now off with you, there are things that need doing, I'm sure."

After breakfast, Mordecai went to Howard's study. He stared at the equations on the white board, waiting for an 'aha!' moment. They always came; it was just a matter of time. The young man was so deep in thought that he didn't notice another presence in the room until a pair of hands closed on his hips. As he started in surprise, the thumbs hooked over the waistband of his sweatpants and the boxers beneath and whisked them down over his buttocks and onto the floor. Cool palms fondled his smooth cheeks and stealthily worked around to the fully enhanced 'package' that hung from his groin.

"So sorry, Moe dear, but though I was going to wait until tonight I couldn't come with a good reason why I should." Lucy's whisper held a gleeful note. "And now that I've had a good look at that fine ass of yours, I understand what all the commotion is about. You are a hot one. Howard and Marilynn told me all about your delightful ability to switch gender roles freely, so I've decided to find out on my own. Arms up, boy, I want you naked."

Following orders, Mordecai felt his hoodie and tee shirt get pulled up off his head and his newly auburn hair fall to his shoulder blades. Lucy tossed the shirts aside and turned him toward her, running her eyes with approval up and down his hairless body. 

"What color was your hair originally, Mordecai? That auburn is a very rare color."

"Dark brown until Teddy changed it"

"Mmm. And your eyes? Were they always emerald green like that?"

"No, just brown."

"Well, my dear, I approve of the changes in your color scheme and of course—these!"

She reached down with both hands and lifted his scrotum, heavy with palm-filling testes. The cock above them stirred and began to swell.

"You're really going to have to mount Chrystal at the wedding reception, you know. All the guests will want to see you fill her pussy to overflowing. It will probably set off an orgy but given the dose you'll give my granddaughter, there will be no doubt who the baby's daddy is. Oh, my, you thicken up nicely. This is going to be fun."

"Uh, Ms. Baumgartner . . . ."

"Call me Grandma, dear, as 'Oh Grandma, what big boobs you've got?' It's so cute that way."

The older woman undid the ties on her dressing gown and let it drop. Her pink skin and white hair made a surprising picture, given how fit and ageless she looked. She walked over to Howard's desk, thought about clearing off a space in the middle to perch on but thought better of it. The tiny woman pulled a hassock over, stepped up onto it and bent over the desk. She swayed her hips slowly and enticingly as she looked back at Mordecai through half closed eyes. Lucy smiled as the young man's phallus stood at full attention. Benthamsthwaite men were always impressive when aroused, no matter how often she saw them.

"Come on, dearie, give Grandma a good fucking. You know you want to. And then tonight, I'll return the favor. We're going to have wonderful times together."

*****

After dinner that night, Amel Baumgartner took his daughter by the hand and led her up the stairs to one of cottage's guest rooms. Sheila flushed and stammered and tried to pull away but the older man's grip was inexorable. Besides, she wasn't pulling very hard. When they arrived at the landing, he switched grips and taking her ass in his palm, gently propelled her down the hall. Sheila's eyes grew wide as they approached the slightly open door and she swallowed and tried to voice a protest as she was pushed through it and heard the latch click behind them.

"D-Dad, this isn't—isn't right!"

"Sheila, baby, it may not be right but it will be fun. You're not outside any more, girl, you're at Benthamsthwaite College now and things are different here. And you know why, don't you?" Amel undid his tie, leisurely unfastened his cufflinks, and unbuttoned his shirt. 

Sheila stood frozen and speechless. She watched as her father slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall. His shirt and undershirt followed while he stepped out of the trousers and slippers beneath them. If her eyes were wide before, they grew positively popped when she saw how filled his jockey shorts were. The older man's smile widened when he saw the object of her attention.

"Oh,yes, honey, I'm a big healthy, fucker. All Benthamsthwaite men are, including Howard. And, of course, Ben will be. It takes about a month. Mo did you a couple of nights ago. Don't you remember?"

"Uh, not really. Things were kind of confused."

"Then I expect you will remember tonight a whole lot better, Sheila me girl. Daddy's gonna ride you half the night. By morning, you'll walk bowlegged. I might even do you up the Hershey bar road. An hour or so of sodomy will have you sittin' on pillows tomorrow, but you'll get used to it. Won't be long, you'll ask for it. Now, get out of those clothes!"

Sheila felt strangely compelled to obey. Wondering at her own behavior, she pulled the sweater off over her head, unclasped her bra and pushed her skirt and panties down over her ass and onto the floor. Naked and vulnerable she stood in her pumps fighting the feeling that she ought to drop to her knees and pull the man's undershorts off. Her face flushed but at the same time a greater heat began at the base of her belly and spread outward in waves. Faster than she could ever remember her labia swelled and liquid flowed to cover them. Her eyes strayed to the bed behind her and she gulped and went to lay down on it. Quivering just a little she looked at her father and with a tiny sigh lifted her knees and spread her thighs.

Amel nodded in approval. "That's the spirit, Sheila, placid compliance. Man wants you, man gets you—and you like it that way." He dropped his jockeys, unveiling the massive manhood underneath. "Ben isn't the only one who'll change, girl, you will, too. In a month or so you'll be shopping for bigger bras and skimpier skivvies. And your butt? Soon your anus will self lubricate the same way your pussy does now. My boys will enjoy your front and back, same as they will Marilynn. And once that baby is born, you'll only ovulate when you want to."

He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees. She reached down and took his phallus apprehensively and put it at the entrance to her sex, then moaned as he penetrated her. "You're—so—big!"

"Feels good, don't it? And now, my dear daughter, prepare for the fucking of your life."

*****

The following afternoon Lucy let herself into the chamber beneath the Faculty Club and marched over its inhabitant. Standing with one fist on a hip and the other index finger stuck out shaking she began to lecture.

"Teddy, you are a naughty, naughty alien!

The being buzzed with amusement. "Well, of course I am. Otherwise, what would be the point? Besides, you're a fine one to talk. Mordecai was by this morning and told me all about yesterday's shenanigans. You pimped out your daughter to your husband, your other daughter-in-law to her husband's brother, encouraged your niece's continuing incest with her uncle and seduced Mordecai who is young enough to be your grandson. And I'm supposed to be the naughty one?"

An arm snaked out and wrapped around the chastising wrist to pull the white-haired woman closer. The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg grew stronger.

"Oh, no you don't. You let me go this instant! I didn't come down here to get laid, Teddy, let go!"

"No, Lucy, I won't." Three more arms encircled her other wrist and both ankles. "Oh, Grandma, what a fine ass you've got. I want it. I shall have it. And you will let me—won't you?"

A resigned grin spread across Lucy's features as she watched each piece of her clothing come off and get hung up neatly. "Evil, evil, evil. Yes, Teddy, of course I will. Besides, everyone's been telling me about this new set of glands you developed."

"The ones that lubricate your ass? I knew it would just be a matter of time before you showed up to get them. I remember you as a young lecturer, Lucy. If there was a happier catamite on campus in those days, I'd like to know who it was."

Teddy pulled her up into the nest of tentacles that crowned its thick trunk. He pulled her into the doggy position, squeezed her breasts tightly and showed her a thick arm that, as she watched, oozed droplets of oily gel. "Shall I make it bigger than Amel? How long has it been since you were last fisted, Lucy?" The arm curled around behind her, pushed against her brown eye and began to vibrate. "As much as I've already modified you, Lucy, it shouldn't take more than two weeks for your new 'acquisitions' to be fully functional. From now on, whenever you're horny, and with you that's most of the time, you will be as moist and slippery behind as you are in front. Sodomy will be so much more spontaneous that way."

Lucy felt herself open to the rampant tendril. It pushed past her sphincter muscles and deep into her body. She whimpered contentedly. "Oh, Teddy, you're a devil taking advantage of a poor, helpless old woman like this! But since I've nothing pressing to do this afternoon, take your time."

****

Early Saturday morning Chrystal woke up, made herself a cup of coffee and wondered out into the living room. Looking down the other hall, she saw light coming from under the door of her uncle's study. Curious, she walked over to it and stealthily pushed it open a crack. Mordecai, as he had so many times in the past month, sat starring intently at the calculations on the white board. Suddenly he blinked hard and as a wondering grin spread across his features, he picked up a blue marker and began changing symbols. First there were only a couple, near the beginning, but as those initial changes influenced the processes that followed, the blue marker soon overpowered the black until, giggling and weeping at the same time, Moe dropped the maker and curled up like a small child in the chair.




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 04



"True! Now it's true, and it's beautiful, so beautiful!" Tears streamed down the young man's face as he blubbered through a manic grin. "It works now. It has to because it's so beautiful and so true . . . ."

Maternal emotions flooded through Chrystal. He's done it! Uncle will be ecstatic and in a couple of generations—we're going to the stars!  She pushed the door wide, pushed Mo's feet to the floor and sat on his lap to dry his face with her bathrobe. "Oh, Mordecai, my genius, how do you do this? The world would like to know and I'm sure you would, too. But it doesn't matter, Mo. It works, that's all that counts." She pressed his face into her cleavage with one hand and began to unbutton his flannel shirt with the other. "Teddy was right when he chose us for each other, my darling. At first I was just being compliant but now I know why I love you, Mordecai. Come to my room, honey, and we'll get the baby started today. Aunt Marilynn and Mom can worry about the wedding on their own time. We've got more important things to do."

"B—baby? Right now?"

Chrystal pulled him to his feet. "Yes, baby, and yes, now. I want the full treatment, stud; keep coming in me until you're empty!"

Chrystal threw her bathrobe and nightgown aside as she scampered across the cottage with Mordecai fumbling out of his jeans and flannel as he hopped in hot pursuit. By the time they were both naked they were in Chrystal's bedroom with the door slammed behind them. Panting with both lust and exertion, the girl jumped onto the bed, turned toward her lover with her thighs spread and her pelvis lifted. "Here's your target, stallion. Score yourself a bulls-eye."

The thought flashed through her head that recreational sex, even placidly compliant sex as all about the man's cock. Teddy had made sure that Benthamsthwaite women felt "well-filled". This was different. Now she was focused on those wonderful hypertrophied gonads Mordecai sported. When a woman at the college chose to be fertile, motherhood was guaranteed. The charge these men fired was not only enormous but repeated. A Benthamsthwaite male was a one-man gang bang. Chrystal's mouth hung open in anticipation. Here it comes. Am I going to get it, now!

Howard Baumgartner was getting dressed when he heard Chrystal's bedroom door slam. Curiosity piqued, he padded silently down the hall. Happy moans and grunts penetrated the door and he grinned to himself and kept going. The smell of coffee was in the air, beckoning him onward. With a full cup, he continued to his study intending to continue his wrestle with the calculations but when he saw Mordecai's changes, he stopped in his tracks. Laying the coffee aside he followed the student's changes with growing intensity. He's done it—Damnation, Mordecai's done it. Now that I see where he started it's all obvious but to find that single flaw took the boy's strange genius. This is wonderful! 

Racing back to the living room, Howard pulled a hat and coat off the rack and dashed out into the snow. Seeing that the street was too covered to drive, he pulled a pair of snowshoes out of the garage and slogged off at top speed for Faculty Club Hill. He panted his way up to the front door, tossed the snowshoes to one side and charged in. 

A half-naked Glynn Moriarty looked up in surprise from Professor Pitchgiver's lap but before she could utter a word, Baumgartner had crossed the lobby and the ballroom and was clattering down the steps to Teddy's basement. "Now what was that all about?" she mused.

"Who cares?" Pitchgiver mumbled around the nipple between his teeth and resumed sucking. Glynn moaned and grabbed the man's head at about the same moment Howard was throwing open the iron-bound oak door to the subterranean chamber.

"He's done it, Teddy! Mordecai's cracked the calculations. Now they make perfect sense. Now it's just a matter of engineering and you're off to the stars, Teddy. You can go home."

Teddy's tentacles whipped out and entwined Howard, lifting him high in the air. "He has?" the alien fluted, "You're sure?"

"Yes, yes I'm sure. He found an error in my initial givens and corrected it. Teddy, the solution is—is—well, it's just beautiful. It's so beautiful it has to be true."

"That's wonderful news, Howard, but the engineering will still be a bugger. While it would be grand if things happened faster than I expect, I'm still convinced it will be your grandchildren who manage to build the drive. And may I remind you that it's not just me who's off to the stars? I'm taking the Benthamsthwaite faculty with me, Howard. I haven't husbanded all of you for a century and a half just to leave you behind. Up 'til now I've treated you as pets but with this breakthrough I'm satisfied that at least this subset of humans is as intelligent as my species. That's an accomplishment I'm proud of, just as the calculations you and Mordecai have produced are something you can be. Who else knows?"

"Well, Mordecai, of course. And from the noises coming from my niece's bedroom, I suspect she does, too. With my wife and sister both pregnant and Chrystal about to be, I suspect the next generation is well underway."

"Excellent. Now go home and tell the rest of your family—and the Dean, as well. This news calls for a public reading so have Tolliver start planning a theoretical physics symposium here at Benthamsthwaite so you and Mo can reveal your work."

****

A week later, Ben and Sheila drove in silence back to Sunnyvale. A phone call had their house on the market and the broker told them there were already two offers. Colonel Baumgartner reached out and patted his wife on the thigh affectionately. 

"Ben," she began, "This is insane. We're insane. If I had any sense at all I'd get an abortion as soon as we got back but I won't. I can't believe I'm having another baby at my age—and I want to!"

"Look at it this way, Sweets, we're older and wiser now. Think of all the mistakes we won't make."

"The only mistake I regret is letting Chrystal take that job at Benthamsthwaite. If she'd stayed at Rutgers none of this would have happened."

"Sheila, she's twenty-two. Just how could we have stopped her? The money was good and she had family there. How was she (or we for that matter) to know what the result would be? Besides, you enjoyed getting laid by Moe and Dad. Don't deny it."

Sheila blushed. "I—I'm not. And I'm not denying that I kind of look forward to getting laid by them again—and Howard, too. Damn, just thinking about it is making me all wet!"

Ben turned the motorhome into a rest area that just happened to be close at hand. "I'll treat that as an invitation, my hot little wife. This man wants you and you haven't got anything else pressing right now."

"You do? Oh—well, could you do me a couple of times?"



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 05



I so much appreciate the attention and votes my readers have given this series of silly little strokers. Please tell me what you like or don't like about it so I'll know what to change next chapter.



Dorothy Estevez stood in front of the full length mirror in her bathroom, a towel around her wet hair. She had the strangest feeling something was amiss. Recently her bras started feeling tight. She might have put that up to a weight gain but the scale said otherwise. Oddly, the waistbands of all her skirts and pants were getting loose while at the same time getting them over her hips was getting harder. It was all very peculiar.

The changes were not purely physical. Among her duties as Provost of Lindsey College were regular meetings with the Trustees. Normally the middle-aged to elderly gentlemen who made up the board dozed through Dr. Esetevz' reports and then routinely approved her recommendations. But last time they had paid her uncommonly rapt attention while at the same time not appearing to hear a thing she had to say. In fact, they were even more distracted than usual, she thought.  You'd think I was the homecoming queen addressing a group of incoming freshmen. It's not like I was wearing a tight sweater or a low-cut blouse. What has gotten into them?

Provost Estevez had not only been the first one in her family to graduate from college, she's been the first to complete graduate school and was the first woman to have an independent career. As she'd firmly explained to her mother, with the number of nieces and nephews she had to spoil, there was no need for children of her own and a husband would just get in the way. Not that she had anything against men. She didn't and the attention was flattering but it was also a bit unsettling. After all, the youngest of the Trustees was her father's age.

One afternoon the next week she stopped in at a close friend's home for tea. Charlotte Reinhart was an old roommate from college. Rather than having a career of her own, Char had married an adorable geek who gone on to a kind of absent-minded but highly profitable entrepreneurial career. Harvey had sold three different companies in a dozen years and was now devoting his time to going around the world and giving some of the proceeds away while his wife stayed home and spent the interest on the remainder.

"Hi Char, how's things?"

"Hello Dor—my gawd girl, what have you done to yourself? If this is some new miracle diet I want to know about it immediately. Come in and tell me all about this transformation. You look fabulous!"

After a second cup of tea and all the friendly chatter that goes on between old friends, Charlotte put her cup and saucer down and leaned forward to get a closer look. "Dorothy, level with me. Have you had plastic surgery or something? You've always had great skin but now you've boobs to next week and a butt that would start a riot. What did you do?"

Dorothy turned her hands palm up and shrugged dramatically. "I don't understand it either. About a month ago I looked and felt just the way I always have. I went to a conference in Jackson Hole and after I came back I—started to change. And lately I'm starting to—to really attract men, even men old enough to be my grandfather! I don't have any explanation and, to be honest, I kind of like it. Maybe I should be creeped out but I'm not."

"Well, it might be that new perfume you're wearing."

"I'm not wearing any."

"Oh? Then why do you smell sort of like cinnamon and nutmeg and—and maybe apple cider? I mean, girl, you look and smell good enough to eat. In fact, I'm tempted. Did you know I had the hots for you back at Swathmore? I never did anything about it, especially after Harvey came along but now . . . ."

Dorothy's jaw dropped but with the corners of her mouth curved up. "You are? You did? Well," a strange, compliant feeling came over the Provost, "if you want; I guess it's okay."

A feral glow came from Charlotte's eyes. "It is? Oh, my. Well, then let's just take that gorgeous new body of your upstairs and give it a test drive!"

In the master bedroom, Charlotte shut the door firmly and leered at her friend. "Take it off. Take it all off. I want to see you, Dorothy Estevez, the way your lovers see you."

Blushing slightly, Dorothy unbuttoned her blouse down to the waistband of her pants and then unfastened them. She kicked off her shoes and slid the trousers and the thong beneath them over her hips and let them drop.

"Dorothy, you waxed?"

"Uh, no. That's another thing that's happened. All my body hair just fell out one night in the shower and never grew back. And I get aroused faster."

"Grrr . . . I can see that already. Look at you all puffy and pink. Keep going. I want you naked."

Dorothy tossed the blouse to one side, reached back to unfasten her bra and then, with a wink, bent over to let it drop down her arms to the floor. She shook her shoulders making the globes beneath bounce gently.  Then she stood up and backed to the bed, sat down and slid into the middle of it with her legs spread.

To Dorothy's amazement Charlotte tore off her clothes, sending popped buttons in all directions. The blond threw herself onto Dorothy's body, kissing, sucking, licking, fondling, nibbling and biting in fury of lust. Dr. Estevez had had her share of lovers before but never had one of them shown this kind of hunger. When at last Charlotte descended to Dorothy's sex she nearly devoured it. The darker woman felt a tongue wiggle inside and lash around, flickering here and there. Lips closed on her clitoris sucking and slavering. It was—gratifying was the only word that fit. I'm an object of desire. I'm irresistible. I've never felt like this in my life. I—I'm cuming!

"Ch—Charlotte? Dorothy?" Harvey Reinhart stood in the bedroom door, his eyes goggling and mouth hanging open. Dorothy felt Charlotte freeze and glanced down to see the blond blanch between her thighs.

A lazy smile spread across the Provost's face. "Hi Henry. Want to join the fun?" She reached up and squeezed her breasts together. "I can do you a great boob job."

Confusion and indecision on his face Henry undid his necktie and began fumbling out of his clothes. His wife rolled over and threw him a smoldering look. "Honey, you have such great timing. Come here and give Dorothy a shot of that cock."

At those words the brunette shrugged, smiled, lifted her knees and held out her arms. "Heck yeah, Henry. I'm hot enough for both of you. Come on down, stud. Let me have it."

The sight of two naked, inviting women was all the motivation Henry needed. Almost falling in his eagerness to get out of his suit he finally scrambled up onto the bed next to them. Charlotte dove for his cock and taking it in one hand and her mouth sucked and stroked him erect.  As soon as she released him, Dorothy reached up and pulled the man on top. Wet and swollen as she was, Henry needed no assistance sinking his manhood into her waiting channel with a groan.

"Oh," Dorothy whispered, "come on, man, use me. Shoot a load into me."

*****

Over the next weeks, Dorothy became more and more comfortable in her newfound sexuality. Men, she decided, were just wonderful and came so delightfully equipped. It was the night she accepted an invitation to the hotel room of one of the college's most important donors that she fully admitted to herself that she liked what she had become. A feeling of sensuous anticipation overcame the woman as she lay naked under the sheets watching the man who was about to have his way with her unfasten his cufflinks. Soon he would be naked and inside her moaning with pleasure. This particular gentleman was the sort to take his time and try to maximize both their feelings. Dorothy appreciated the thought though she wouldn't have been disappointed if he just stallionized his way through. Being used was fun, however it happened.

The next day the phone rang. It was Charlotte.

"Dorothy? It's catching!"

"Catching? What's catching? Char, what are you talking about?"

"Sex, Dorothy. Two days after you stopped by, all my body hair washed off in the shower."

"Really? Let's see, that was last month—so by now you've had to replace all your bras?"

"Yes! And it's not just me. Henry has gotten bigger, really bigger. I can hardly give him a blow job he's so thick and his balls have gotten totally huge. And he's always horny, Dor, and virile? Sunday before last was our anniversary so he got up early and fixed me breakfast in bed."

"Aw, how sweet!"

"Yeah? Well then he had me four times!"

"FOUR?"

"Four! And there's more. Night before last we had the Ohura's over. You remember Ben and Sonya?"

"Sure. Sweet couple. Uh-oh, I think I see where this is going."

"Yes. We were supposed to be playing bridge but halfway through a bottle of Merlot it somehow turned into strip poker and after that . . . ."

"You spent the night with Ben and Henry really, really impressed Sonya?"

"We did! Dorothy, this is contagious and we just infected two of our best friends. We really need to see a doctor or something."

"Char, if we tell a doctor about this, she'll have to report it to the CDC. They'll figure it's some new sort disease and try to cure it. Do you really want to be cured?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "Uh . . . ."

"Henry was always a sweetheart, Char, but can you honestly tell me you'd rather have the geeky old version instead of this new supercharged one? Can you?"

"I—I don't know. Wait a minute. This isn't the old Dorothy Estevez talking. You've supercharged your sex life, too, haven't you?"

"Well, I don't know about 'supercharged' but it has gotten more active. In fact, I'm supposed to be spending the weekend with the chairman of the board of trustees, cementing bonds between town and gown, you know."

"Matthew? But he's married!"

"Yes but Madelyn will be in Paris for two weeks to see all the major runway shows so Matt invited me up to their cabin on the lake."

"Dorothy, that's adultery!"

"So? We're both adults—and besides if what you tell me is the real goods a couple of weeks after she gets back, she's going to be impressed. Then start the guessing games; who will Maddy pass it on to?"

"Dorothy, who gave it to you?"

Dr. Estevez scrolled back through her memory of the last couple of months. Everything had started after the conference in Jackson Hole and at the conference . . . 

"Edward Tolliver. He's the Dean of Humanities at Benthamsthwaite College. We met several conferences ago but this time we started the evening over drinks, had dinner and then . . . ."

"He seduced you. I'll bet you thought he was wearing a really sexy aftershave the way I thought you had perfume on. A couple of lungs full of that stuff and anyone would become putty in your hands."

Dorothy thought about that. It explained so much. I really am irresistible. All I have to do is lean close to a man—or a woman, if Charlotte is any indication, and . . . .

"Charlotte, you've really peaked my curiosity. I think I'm going to give dear Eddie a call. I definitely don't want to be 'cured' but I do want to find out how this got started."

*****

"Teddy, what have you done?"

The giant, purple sea anemone shaped alien buzzed in amusement. "What have I done which time, Tolliver? I've done a lot ever since I landed on this charming planet. I will be sorry to leave, in a way, but I really do want to get back to my own species."

"Stop the nonsense, Teddy. I just got a call from Dorothy Estevez, the Provost of Lindsey College. We met at the Jackson Hole conference in August and . . . ."

"Just met? Don't be shy, Tolliver, admit it. You thoroughly enjoyed her conversation, her company and her body. I know you too well. In fact, I made sure you would with all my modifications. So what's the problem?"

"Teddy, she's gone through all the modifications, too! And she's never been here so I repeat, what have you done?"

Again the alien buzzed, "Has she now? Excellent. I was sure it would work and now you've given me proof. What did I do? Genetic engineering, Tolliver, it is one of my specialties, after all. I modified a tissue fluke, one of the Trematoda. It lives quietly and inoffensively in the human gonads doing no harm and exuding those chemicals that I have perfected for the modification process I use on all of you here. When a woman carrying the flukes gives birth, the eggs will go with the newborn and the larvae will remain dormant until stimulated by the enzymes released in late puberty. So the process begins venally and becomes hereditary, after a fashion. The dear little things make wonderful commensurals, don't you think? It's my little going-away present to humanity."

"You—you infected me with parasites? And then I infected . . .?"

"No. I planted them in Gwynn Moriarty. She planted them in you at the Independence Day faculty party. Since then I believe she has gotten to most of the male faculty and of course the men have taken care of all the ladies. Why I even suspect that a few naughty individuals have gone off campus. And they're not parasites, Tolliver, they're commensurals. They are, if anything, less pernicious than the Demodex eyelash mites. And they are a present. Among their other properties is that they give immunity to all known venereal diseases. Within fifty years or less HIV, syphilis, gonorrhea and the like will be extinct. The human body will no longer harbor them. And one other thing, Tolly dear, they defuse violent aggression. Murder and warfare will fade as the fluke spreads. I think you should be grateful." 

"No—no more war or oppression? No more sexually transmitted disease? Teddy, I always knew you were an amazing biologist but migawd, man, that's work worthy of at least three Nobel's."

This time the alien not only buzzed but its tentacles waved wildly. "Perhaps, darling, but somehow I can't see some poor tailor trying to fit me with white tie and tails for the ceremony. I'll just take my reward in more tangible terms. Undress, Tolliver, I want your body."

*****

Provost Estevez leaned back in the cozy booth of the Benthamsthwaite Faculty Club bar and sipped delicately from her Margarita. She raised a skeptical eyebrow as she addressed Dean Tolliver.

"Edward, I didn't drive all the way from Lindsey to Benthamsthwaite to listen to fairy tales. You claim that this sexually transmitted sexuality was started by an alien in your basement? Even the internet trolls with tinfoil hats can come up with a better conspiracy than that. I'm not complaining. I love my new, sensual lifestyle but don't take me for a fool. I want the truth. Who in your bio department hatched this little gem up, hmm?"

Tolliver sighed. He knew just telling Dr. Estevez would never pass. Though the staff at Benthamsthwaite thought nothing special about the fact that their sex lives and family planning was run by something that looked like a ten foot tall purple sea anemone, there was no guarantee that others wouldn't find the idea outrageous. After all, Benthamsthwaite had been under Teddy's rule for nearly two centuries. There was only one thing to do.

"Okay, since you're going to be a good little skeptic, Dorothy, I suppose there's only one way to answer you."

He slipped out of the booth and offered his guest a hand. Dubious, she took it and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. They walked through the club past somber portraits of former administrators, lively nudes of current faculty and brilliant watercolors of spring flowers and fall foliage to the ballroom and crossed it. Tolliver touched an unremarkable spot on the wall paneling and a doorway slid open without a sound. It revealed a stairway that descended into the hill, its darkness lit only by flickering gas sconces on the wall.

"There really is a basement in this place?"

"There is. And now, dear Dorothy, you are in for the true Benthamsthwaite Experience." 

Tightening his hold on her hand, Dean Tolliver gently pulled the astonished Provost down the stairs. At the basement landing was a huge, iron-bound oak door. It looked like a set from a medieval romance film or possibly a parody of a vampire movie. Tolliver turned and took Dorothy in his arms, pressing his pelvis against her.

"You didn't believe there was an alien in our basement, Dorothy, and now you're going to find out the truth. Fortunately, it won't be terribly traumatic since you've already been modified like the rest of us here at Benthamsthwaite. For most of the world, tentacle sex is a naughty but delicious fantasy. Not here. Here we know just what it's like to be penetrated in all orifices by squirmy, writhing arms. And you are going to know, too. I will take you into that room, Dorothy, and strip you down and tie you in place. Teddy likes that sort of thing. You will, too."

With one hand Tolliver pushed open the great door. It creaked theatrically while with the other he pulled the reluctant Provost into Teddy's lair. Her eyes goggled at the sight of him, a waving mass of arms twenty feet across atop a ten-foot tall stalk thick as a large man's body. But perhaps due to the familiar scent of nutmeg, cinnamon and apple cider, she felt no real fear, just amazement.

"T—this is Teddy?"

"That's me," an amused voice came from the thing's direction. It had the pitch of a cello but the tone of a flute. "Allow me to make your acquaintance."

"Teddy," Tolliver announced, "this is Dorothy Estevez, Provost of Lindsey College, an academic colleague of mine and, as you can see, quite a toothsome morsel of a woman. Dorothy, this is Teddy, the alien in the basement."

So profound was Dr. Estevez' astonishment that she stood, unresisting, while Tolliver efficiently stripped her clothing away. She hung back, though, when he pulled her closer and when he clicked a padded manacle to her ankle she protested. "No, Eddie, you aren't going to leave me here with that thing?"

"I am, dear." He picked up her discarded garments and hung them neatly on a nearby valet. "I'm going to leave you here with Teddy. If I stayed he would be distracted because he likes all humans, whatever their sex. And so I will leave the two of you alone. Teddy will ravish you, possibly for hours. When he's finished he'll let me know and I will come back and retrieve you and put you to bed. Then tomorrow you can go back to Lindsey and continue spreading Teddy's gift."

The door boomed behind him and Dorothy was alone in the dimly lit room. The chain on her manacle was only about six feet long and she pulled as far from the alien as she could get. An arm snaked with exquisite slowness toward her and ran up the inside of her pinioned leg from the sole of her foot to the doorway to her sex. Though she cringed at the touch she relaxed when the tentacle turned out not to be cold and slimy but human warm and the texture of Moroccan leather. She tried to push it away from her crotch but it was irresistibly strong and her efforts had all the effect of a mouse trying to push away a boa.

The tendril worked its way up her body, stopping to squeeze a generous breast and then stroked her cheek before curling gently around the back of her neck.

"I could let you go, Dorothy, and then we could have lots of fun playing cat and mouse. You keep trying to get out the door and I keep pulling you back just as you reach it. I could even let you put your clothes back on and then pull them off. I've had lots of practice doing that over the last couple of hundred years. Or maybe I'll just wrap you up helplessly like so often do and play with your body. That's great fun. But whatever you do, dear, don't faint. Then I have to revive you and that wastes time betters spent exploring this delightful body of yours, hmm?"

More tentacles slithered to her and wrapped around her wrists and the other ankle. She found herself spread wide as more arms stroked and fondled her, rubbing her pussy and flicking her nipples. Unbidden warmth spread from her pussy up her belly and down her thighs.




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 05



"No!"

"Oh, yes. I can smell you starting to respond, Dorothy. Don't deny it. And the reason I know you will like it is because I designed all those wonderful changes so you would. Have you noticed that your backside gets juicy like your front does now? Normal humans have no lubrication around their anuses but you do. I made sure of that. It makes impromptu sodomy so much easier. Have you ever been sodomized? No? Well, I'm glad I got to you then. It will be so much easier now than it would have been."

Wrapped and spread, totally helpless, Dorothy almost started to cry but then the scent grew stronger and the stroking was soft and gentle unlike, Hentei cartoons. 

"P-people really like this?"

"Here, darling, this helps." Teddy extended a tendril, its tip covered in droplets of clear fluid. The scent grew yet stronger. "Stick your tongue out, just a taste."

It was wonderful! To her surprise, Dorothy asked, "More?"

"Of course." The arm came to her lips and just the tip entered her mouth. The sweet, aromatic liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed. Heat flowed out from her stomach to meet the heat moving up from below.

"More?"

The alien buzzed in amusement. "This time, Dorothy, you're going to swallow the whole thing. Call it ultimate head."

The tentacle entered Dororthy's mouth but this time when she swallowed the tip followed the liquid and she found herself having to time her breathing between strokes. He's face-fucking me. I'm giving an alien a blow job. Oh, migawd.

The assaulting arm gave a spasmodic lurch and Dorothy swallowed on reflex. Then it withdrew. "I swallowed. You made me swallow—swallow your cum."

"I did. You mean you haven't been? Shame, Dorothy, it's the greatest compliment you can pay a man and you should do so willingly. Now, let's get serious."

An arm snaked up to her smooth, swollen labia. Lying along their whole length, it started to vibrate.

"Oh! Oh, gawd!"

It was like being made love to by a dozen men whose hands managed to stimulate every erogenous zone on her body from her earlobes on down. So intense was the experience that within a very few minutes, Dorothy arched her back and screamed as the most volcanic orgasm of her life crashed over her.

"And now, my dear, I'm going to let you free." Teddy released his grip on her and undid the manacle. "Come here, Dorothy, come here and get fucked like you've never been fucked before. You are mine, Dorothy Estevez, admit it. Even when you return to Lindsey and take up spreading my little gift to humanity around the campus and the community you will still come when I call. And since I've extended your life, when my pets here finally finish the star drive that will take me home, you will come along, just as they will. I'm sure my old friends and family back home will find you perfectly delightful."

"I—I am? I am, aren't I? I'm a love slave to a giant, intelligent anemone." She stood up and approached Teddy and put her arms out. Two tentacles reached down and grasped her buttocks like a strong man's hands and lifted her up against his trunk. In total surrender Dorothy wrapped her arms and legs around the being and laid her face on its warm bulk. "Take me, Teddy, take me now!"

At once she felt a thick, stiff object penetrate her. It began to thrust in and out of her body sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned and whimpered happily and then began to pant, building her tension higher and higher. She came. She came again. Orgasm after orgasm surged through the woman until they all blended together. She lost all track of time or place, knowing only sensation until eventually Teddy stopped and let her gently to the floor. There was applause from behind.

Panting, this time with exhaustion, Dorothy turned to see Dean Tolliver standing behind her clapping his hands. He was naked and his oversized manhood was upright and standing at the ready.

"Get down on your knees, dear," Teddy fluted, "knees and elbows with your legs as far apart as you can get them. Tolliver is going to bugger you now. I know he's been looking forward to it ever since Jackson Hole—only this time it will be Estevez' hole."

"Bad joke, Teddy," the Dean drawled, "but a true observation. Yes, Dorothy, this afternoon I'm going where no man has ever gone before. You're wet and ready and very relaxed but it will still stretch you out. It may even hurt the first few times, especially with those of us who are, shall we say, enhanced? But you will get used to it. It will be just one more way to pleasure a man and be pleasured at the same time. Down on your knees, woman."

Unable to resist, Dorothy turned her back on Tolliver and assumed the required position. "Be gentle, Eddie," she pleaded, "you're so big and I've never done it this way before."

In response she felt his hands run soothingly down her back and across her shoulders, her thighs and her ass. The hard, blunt end of his member pressed against her anus. He held a hip in each hand and commanded, "Push!" She bore down as the great thing pushed and stretched until suddenly her sphincters gave way and he was in.

"Ah! It's too big! Eddie, take it out?"

"No. Breathe deeply, my dear, breathe and relax—relax—relax . . . Now take some more."

"Uh?"

"And now the rest."

"Ah? Oh . . ."

Slowly Tolliver began to thrust and withdraw drawing first whimpers and then moans and happy whimpers from his catamite. "Starting to like that, are you?"

"Does it sound like I'm starting to like it? Oh!"

Tolliver chuckled. "When the semester ends, come down for a visit, Madame Provost. We'll put up folding chairs down here so the faculty can watch Teddy strip you down and triple penetrate you. When it's finally finished with you, you get to join the other women and be passed from man to man. It will be a classic orgy. You know, sometimes couples come down here. While the man uses one of the woman's orifices, Teddy uses her other two and both of his. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Uuuuuuh . . ."

Tolliver sped up. The glands Teddy made all his pets grow worked wonders. Dorothy was slippery but tight. She squeezed him like a well oiled fist and it felt wonderful. 

"I shall have you several times; I'm going to fill your ass 'til you drip. But never fear, there are showers upstairs for just this sort of thing. We're very fond of orgies here at Benthamsthwaite. Argh! That's one."

*****

Driving home to Lindsey, Provost Estevez could not stop smiling. Yes, her butt was well stretched and it hurt a little but, she decided, it was a good hurt. Dear Eddie had mastered her properly and few things gave a woman more satisfaction that being very, very well fucked. Benthamsthwaite was lucky, she thought, having been Teddy's for so long. But now that the 'modifications' that he had engineered were transmittable, it wouldn't be long before Lindsey College was just as happy.

By now Maddy was back from Paris. There was no doubt in Dorothy's mind that the modification flukes had already been planted in her.  Given her personal knowledge of how the process proceeded she was firmly convinced that Matthew had welcomed his wife home very thoroughly. Soon the ladies' lingerie department would be making some sales. Once the month after her return was complete, Dr. Estevez decided, the two of them should come over to her place. The invitation could be for drinks and dinner. That it was really for an entire weekend of multi-combination sex could wait until after they were all in bed. The image of the two women tethered spread-eagled side by side on her king-size bed while Matthew took them alternatively was an exciting one.

There remained the matter of continuing the spread of this most delightful infestation. Who to begin with? A picture of an athletic frame topped by a shaved head and a luxuriant mustache came to mind. Carl Eisenhelm taught bio-mechanics in Lindsey's Engineering school. The man held several patents for devices that helped the disabled attain mobility. While this was all well and good, very humanitarian and the like, there were rumors that he'd gone into the field because of a fascination with buckles and supple leather straps. Dorothy smiled. She could seduce him the first time and then submit to him from then on. What could the man build in the way of a mechanized St. Andrews cross?



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 06



On a warm day in July, Dorothy Estevez strolled through the Benthamsthwaite College Faculty club, smiling and waving to those she met. Approaching a featureless paneled wall in the common room, she touched a knot and stepped back as a concealed elevator door opened. She rode it down two stories to the basement, exited and walked to where Teddy, the college's resident alien and master, stood with his mass of purple tentacles waving gently five feet above her head.

"Hello, Teddy. I presume you want me?" She began to disrobe and to hang her garments on the convenient valet.

"Always, Dorothy," Teddy fluted in response, "I love all you humans but some more than others. You, for some reason, appeal to me even more than most. But I want a report, too. How is our little plague spreading?"

"Slowly, dear. I infected my old college roommate and her husband and they in turn got another couple. I also converted the Chairman of the Board of Trustees who then nailed his dear wife. But Teddy, I am the Provost of the College and have responsibilities. However appealing the idea, I can hardly drop everything and devote my life to sex."

"So your solution is . . .?"

Dorothy leered as she related. "I found an undergraduate intern and abducted him. I know that was overly dramatic but it just seemed the right thing to do."

*****

Elliot Murdoch blinked a few times and muzzily became aware of his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was being about to leave his internship in the Admin building at Lindsey College. He'd said his good-byes around the office saving the Provost for last. Once she'd told him, "Farewell" and thanked him for his service, Elliot had turned away to suddenly feel the sting of a needle in his left buttock. Now he was awake. The room was dimly lit and he was facing a monitor that showed the image of a severely dressed young woman with a grim face working in apparent ignorance of the camera trained on her work station. Most alarming he was standing upright, naked, and his wrists were firmly tethered next to his ears and his feet as well. 

"As I recall, Elliot," Provost Estevez' voice purred in his ear, "You are quite the vintage film buff with an especial fondness for B grade horror flics. Therefore you should be quite familiar with the scene where the helpless and hapless heroine faces her inescapable doom? It might be the wax vat, mummification alive, a gigantic serpent or whatever. The point is that there is never a way out and no hero rappelling down the building to rescue her. Appreciate her predicament. And now feel free to scream because you are in that very position. I'm going to change you into something else and there is no escape and no going back."

"D—Dr. Estavez?"

"The very same, but from now on, call me Mistress." She came into view and quite a view it was. Her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and back and she was clad in a tight, dark red jump suit. Unlike her usual business wear, this outfit displayed, even flaunted a spectacular figure. 

"Very soon I'm going to transform you into a truly sexy beast. Delightfully hairy, a two inch thick cock and a pair of balls so large I'll need both hands to do this." She palmed his 'package', bouncing it gently. "In other words, after about a month Elliot Murdoch will be a satyr, minus the horns and hooves, of course. Additionally, you will have complete control over a vastly improved collection of pheromones. They will be so powerful you will be able to turn a woman on just sitting upwind of her drinking your coffee. After a few minutes, you'll be able to whisper in her ear that you know a place where the two of you can be alone and she will, possibly blushing and stammering, come with you and, in the vulgar, put out. And a month after she has, she will a nymph—like me."

As she spoke the woman grasped the zipper pull between her breasts and tugged it down to her crotch. Languidly she pulled her arms from the sleeves and let it drop in a puddle at her feet. She was smooth and bare with the skin of a nubile teenager. She lifted her breasts with her hands, squeezing them and pointing the nipples like gun barrels at his face. "Now does that sound so terrible a fate? Not that it matters whether you accept it or not because there's no way you can prevent it."

"But—but why? And why me?"

"Because you're cute, because I can and because I want to. There are some side benefits like complete immunity to all venereal diseases and reduced violent aggression but the real reason is that young lady on the monitor. She never has any fun, just works her poor little ass off sixty hours a week doing data entry. She's even forgotten what she was working toward. So—I'm shall play fairy godmother and turn you into something else—for her benefit."

She leaned close to his face and blew gently in his face. There was a scent of cinnamon and nutmeg with just a hint of apple in the air. Elliot felt his face flush, heat rise in his groin and his cock stiffen and stand upright. Dorothy ran soft, warm hands up and down its length and thumbed the frenum under the helmet. Elliot moaned. She knelt down and took it in her mouth slowly stroking the shaft and sucking firmly. She stood back up. 

"It's caused by a genetically modified Trematoda fluke. I was infected with it by a gentleman who didn't even know he was a carrier at the time. He does now. And I'm one, too. And soon, very soon, so will you be. Needless to say the young ladies will be very impressed, especially when you stick your new, giant cock in them—and you will. Each one you seduce and fuck will also become a nymph and go on to seduce and be fucked by other young men. Naturally, they will all be infected, enhanced and turned effectively into satyrs just like you are about to be. 

You see, Elliot, though I can use my pheromones to seduce you, everything has its price. I'm not just a fem fatale, I'm an object of desire. And when a man desires me I need to have a very good reason to decline. I seldom do. Being thrown down on my carpet and relentlessly used by a great tool like the one you're going to have is fabulous and that's what you'll be doing to in a month. Then I'll turn you loose on chicks like Sylvia over there. All work and no Playmate makes Jill dull. So you'll change that. She'll be happier when she's sexy and you'll be happy when she's on her back with her legs spread. But now, say good-bye to the old Elliot, darling. You're about to be changed."

She pushed a button and the frame that held him rotated until he was flat on his back. Dorothy smiled and stroked him some more before reaching back and producing a silicone cock ring. She stretched it out and slipped it over his member, sliding it down to the base.

"Oh look at that. Elliott you are harder and see how beautifully purple the helmet is now? With this on I can ride you as long as I want and you can't come. So I will."

She straddled him and let herself down on his engorged cock and began to post up and down.

"You can't feel them, baby," she purred, "but right now thousands of microscopic flat worms are swimming up your urethra and burrowing into the mucus membranes. They'll ride your bloodstream and then settle down into your balls and prostate. From there they'll send exotic chemicals to every part of your body enhancing you manhood and making you something new. There is no cure and that's a good thing because no one ever wants to be cured."

Physically helpless and with his body completely at the mercy of her sexuality, Elliott still had one small corner of his brain to call his own.  Oh gawd, why? Why me? I'll be a monster. Where does a man hung like that find underwear? Please let this be a dream and let me wake up. 

*****

Teddy made the buzzing noise that seemed to his version of laughter. "Oh, Dorothy, that was fiendish. You make an old monster proud the way you've learned to ravish the reluctant. It gives me such a feeling of satisfaction every time I overwhelm some innocent and plunder him or her. By the way, my pet, I can smell that the memory alone is making you all hot and bothered. Come to me."

Dr. Estevez sighed in happy compliance. She was desired, she would respond. Walking up to Teddy's massive trunk she wrapped her arms around it and began to rub her mons on its warm, leathery surface. "Violate me, Teddy. I want it rough."

A tentacle snaked down her back and between her buttocks. Locating her well-lubricated anus it pressed against it and popped inside. Swelling in girth it reached much farther inside than any penis and then began to piston in and out.

"Ow!" But it was a good hurt, she thought, and arched her back to improve the alien's access. She took deep breaths filling her bloodstream with oxygen. The sensations were exquisite, so full and stretched, the thick arm sliding powerfully in and out of her body. Soon she was panting, driving herself to orgasm until with a whimper she climaxed; her body spasming and writhing in ecstasy. Dimly she was aware that Teddy was speeding up and then stiffened. She felt the gush of thick fluid go deep into her bowels. It came, too. But then, Teddy always does.

Dorothy felt tentacles wrap around her and lift her into the nest of arms at the top of Teddy's trunk. Held warm and cozy, it rocked her back and forth.

"So, once you infected the young stud, then what happened?"

*****

A month had passed since Dorothy had forcibly seduced Elliott. She was sitting at home reading a book when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"MIstress? It's Elliott. Actions have consequences, Mistress. You made me into a satyr and now I want you. I'm coming to your apartment, Mistress, and I'm going to pound you into the mattress. I'm going to make you understand just what a monster you created."

"Are you, really? Then I'll just have to get ready, won't I. The security code on the main door is two, three, six, six and my apartment is 401. The door will be unlocked, Elliott. Let yourself in. I'll be in the bedroom, dear man, waiting."

Twenty minutes later a showered, moisturized and naked Provost lay in her bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin. She heard the apartment door open, close and lock. She shivered in anticipation. He was here.

Elliott looked around the apartment. He paid no attention to the shelves of books, the designer furnishings or the art but plunged across the living room and into the hall. The way to the right was dark but the doorway at the end of the left side was open and low light flooded out. He stalked through that door and stood looking down at the woman on the bed.

Dorothy gazed up at him, her eyes bright and her tongue tip out between reddened lips. He was magnificent. In the last month, Elliott had grown a spade beard and the rest of his face was shaved blue. Thick brown hair covered the backs of his hands and down the knuckles to the second joint. A wave of cinnamon, nutmeg and apple wafted across the room at her. She breathed deeply and felt the pheromones start her blood flowing into all the best and most delightful places. Her thighs melted and spread on their own volition, her nipples perked up stiff and she felt the lubrication flow in her pussy and ass. Taking a deep breath she blew out a cloud of her own pheromones.

Tossing aside his coat, Elliott pulled the polo shirt over his head exposing a lion's mane on his chest. Dorothy's eyes widened. Kicking off his Weejuns, the student unfastened his trousers and dropped them to the floor. Dorothy gasped faintly. No matter how often she saw it, she thought, she would never fail to be impressed by a fully enhanced and fully erect male. She had no doubt that tonight he would, as promised, pound her into the mattress, probably in all orifices.

*****

"And did he use you satisfactorily?"

"No, Teddy, he used me divinely. He fucked me, then demanded oral sex, then fucked me again and then rolled me over and sodomized me. He was so masterful . . . ."

"And then?"

"Well, the next morning he did me all over again, but I don't suppose that's what you meant. What happened next was that after I told him what a wonderful monster I thought I'd made, I reminded him about that unhappy girl in data entry. Now, Teddy, this is where you come in."

"Mmm?"

"Since neither I nor any of the—mature people I've transformed have the time to really spread the flukes around properly, I've decided that what we need is some full-time carriers. I propose that you set up a foundation that will pay them a comfortable student living while they spend their time seducing and transforming the undergraduate population. Elliott will seduce Sylvia. In fact, he probably already has. Once she completes her metamorphosis she will go out and seduce two or three men each day and Elliott will do the same for the women. How fast it spreads beyond that remains to be seen but I expect that each 'victim' can be expected to spread it to at least one other each month, probably each week. At two to four thousand conversions each year, Lindsey College should become another wellspring of sexuality in no time at all. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll tell Tolliver to set up something like it here. Up to now, all the enhancements have been faculty members with a sprinkling of graduate students and staffers. Before I engineered the Trematodae I had to do all the conversions myself. Needless to say it was slow. Now things can pick up. And of course, all children of our new 'satyrs' and 'nymphs' will be that way naturally as the fluke eggs pass to the children at birth. And you, madam Provost, will need to be assiduous about tempting other faculty at intercollegiate conferences. The college campuses of the world are the perfect breeding ground for a happier, healthier and less violent humanity." The alien buzzed again. "And you really need to get more Peace Core recruiters on campus. The faster we can spread this to the other parts of the world, the better. I'm really interested in seeing what happens when it hits the Middle East."

*****

Sylvia melted into the soft leather of Dr. Estevez' Jaguar. She'd never ridden in so luxurious a car before and she intended to enjoy every moment. The ride gave her time to reflect on the previous few weeks—very strange weeks, indeed.

She'd been feverishly making entries the way she did hour after hour day in and day out when there was a soft thump on her desk. She'd looked up in surprise to see a pleasant-looking young man with a spade beard put a cup of coffee down and take a sip from another. He'd smiled and introduced himself. She thanked him for the coffee, drank some and then turned back to her work when something made her pause and look up at him again. He was surprisingly attractive, though part of that may have been his cologne with its hint of cinnamon, apple and nutmeg. They'd chatted a while and then he'd taken his leave, promising to come back at lunch time and take her out. Sylvia had protested that she had too much to do but Elliott, which was the young man's name, had laughed and said that her work wouldn't run away while she ate so there was no reason she couldn't leave it.

Lunch had led to dinner and then, when he escorted her back to her austere apartment, a long, impassioned kiss. Without knowing why, she invited him in and he spent the night. It had been a long time since Sylvia had had sex but she was sure that that night's was the best she ever had. It had been a wonderful one night stand, she thought—and then the changes started. Her body hair disappeared and she had to buy new bras—twice. The face that looked back at her from the mirror in the morning lost its grim, clenched-teeth expression and grew soft, appealing, and vulnerable. 

Elliott had not kissed her and run. It became a regular habit for him to pick her up from work on Friday, take her out to dinner and either a movie or a walk by the lake and then take her home and keep her moaning and screaming half the night and all the next morning. She wondered if maybe she was falling in love though it felt more like she had acquired a good 'friend with benefits'. Then she was summoned to the Provosts' office.

Dr. Estevez' manner was warm and friendly but her words were straight to the point. "Sylvia, my dear, welcome to the world of nymphs. You, and sweet Elliott of course, are mine now. Just as I am a love slave and sex toy to another, (and believe me darling, I am and proudly so) so you and he are mine. And since you two now belong to me, body and mind, I am going to use you as weapons in the culture wars. The reprobates and misogynists who think that somehow they can return America to some blissful ideal of the 1950's have only fervor in their favor. And while the rest of us have had some success defeating them in the courts and the voting booths, I propose to wipe them off the face of the country with biology."

Smiling like a well-canaried cat, the Provost had explained what she had done to Elliott and, in turn, what he had done to Sylvia. She made a firm point that it was irreversible so both young people may as well get used to the idea, not that Sylvia felt it was so bad an idea by this time. And when Dorothy revealed the financial arrangements she had made, her newest nymph was floored. Not have to work 50-60 hours a week anymore? Come to think of it, she was unsure why she was doing that in the first place. In the beginning it was a way to pay for school but then the workload increased to the point where study was impossible. So Sylvia dropped out intending to build up a nest egg that would let her return full time. That was three years ago and now—well, she wasn't even sure how large that nest egg had gotten. Somehow work had become an end in itself and looked at from a rational perspective that had been just absurd. She quit on Friday and now in the early Saturday afternoon Sylvia was being driven to a party. At least it seemed like a party.

"What happens tonight, Sylvia dear, will be a bit of a foretaste of your new life. Not your entire life, of course, but the next few years or so. We're going to some dear friends of mine. There will be about four or possibly five couples—and you. You are the evening's entertainment. There will be a round, king-sized bed in the basement and couches all round it. After some light hors d'oeuvres, you will strip down and get into the center of it. It will be your stage. Elliott and I will start. We will both enjoy you immensely for twenty or thirty minutes and then the next couple will take over. Everyone else will sit around watching—or supposedly watching. I suspect that there will be considerable side play once you've gotten everyone's juices running. Some may come back for seconds. Doesn't that sound delightful?"

Sylvia sat openmouthed and speechless. "I—I'm gonna lay a train? Of couples?"

Dorothy nodded emphatically. "You are. Elliott assures me you know your way around a man's body quite well. Now you need to do the same with women. You see, Sylvia, too many couples get into the habit of constant squabbling. They don't have a real reason; it has just become a habit. We need to intervene—for their own good, of course. When you come upon two people crabbing and nagging at each other in public, you will approach them and give them a solid dose of pheromones. Wait a few minutes for their fussing to subside in confusion, hit them again and then suggest that they take you home. Enjoy infecting them both. Spend the night and then take your leave in the morning secure in the knowledge that one small corner of the world has become a happier place. 

Sylvia knew there was a flaw in the Provost's reasoning but couldn't for the world figure out what it was. Still, the idea had a strange appeal. She'd been given power, immense power now that she thought of it. It might not be a guaranteed power for good but she was certainly happier being a nymph than she had been as an office drudge. And Elliott hardly went around with a black cloud over his head so maybe Dr. Estevez had a point. She thought of her late parents' constant fights over nothing. She'd gone to Lindsey College to get away from them. She scowled in determination and nodded to herself. 




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 06



"Right. Do I strip down before we eat or afterwards?"

*****

"Teddy, if you don't stop that I won't be able to finish the story! Oh!"

"The story can wait, my little toy. You know that whenever you humans start anticipating sex you give off aromas that I find entrancing" It rolled Dorothy over so that she hung face down with her ass in the air and started stroking her swelling labia, the sensitive perineum and around the opening to her anus. With three tentacles going at once Dorothy could only give herself up to sensation. 

"Naughty alien. Ah!"

Two more arms encircled her breasts, squeezing, writhing and flicking the nipples. A third started rubbing between them while another stroked the cleft of her ass.

"Oh, your outside is delectable, little toygirl, and I could rub on it for hours but your inside is even better. Say 'ah', Dorothy, I'll start face-fucking you then plunder the other two holes. My planet will be enthralled with you when we get there. They will find it hard to believe that a species could have evolved so beautifully equipped to give pleasure."

*****

The Reinharts, the Ohuras and Sterns sat comfortably around Dorothy's apartment living room. In the kitchen Carl Eisenhelm, the Provost's new husband, put the finishing touches on the coq au vin and ladled it into a tureen. Dorothy made sure everyone's glass was refilled and herded them all into the dining room. Once the meal was over, Dr. Eisenhelm opened a bottle of tawny port and set out a plate of assorted cheeses.

"All so wonderful, Carl—and Dorothy. Meals like this make eating as much fun as sex." Matthew Stern's comment drew chuckles from his companions.

"Is that an invitation, Matthew?" Henry Reinhart enquired. "Are you suggesting that we all resort you your home for some after dinner exercise? You do have the only house with four bedrooms, after all."

"It could be," Madelyn Stern responded, "but unfortunately two of those bedrooms are completely torn up and being redecorated. If Carl promises to do as good a job over the barbecue in two weeks when the painting is finished I'm sure something could be arranged . . .?"

"Ladies in bed and men circulating? It's too delicious watching some rampant, hairy man with lust-filled eyes come through the door to fling himself on me." The tip of Dorothy's tongue protruded from pouty lips and ran back and forth.

"Stop it, you two!" Matthew ordered in his 'Chairman-of-the-Board' voice. "This is supposed to be an evening for strategy and evaluation. Everyone take your glasses back to the living room; we have things to discuss."

The women nestled into their husbands sides on the sofas, carefully keeping both hands on their stem ware and pointed off the men's laps. "So," Matthew began, "Teddy is pleased with developments?"

"Very." Dorothy nodded and took a sip. "According to his calculations, by the end of the fall semester the entire undergraduate student body should be transformed. And of course they can be counted on, over the winter, spring and summer breaks, to spread it far and wide. What we need to work on is the older generations."

"Well," Madelyn chimed in, "that is why we're redecorating. Now that the kids are gone we first thought of down-sizing but then you came along with your magic flatworms. Now we think we'll just turn the old manse into a party palace. Between Matthew's banking acquaintances and my colleagues in the law we will soon be spreading licentiousness and placid compliance across the city."

Charlotte Reinhart grew pensive. "Hmmm, I suppose we might be able to do the same with the Tech and IT community, but we'll need to add onto the house."

"Absolutely not!" Henry adamantly rumbled through his beard. "You've never lived through a major remodel. I remember when my parents did that. No way, my little chickadee. Tomorrow we'll put ours on the market and go looking for one that's already large enough for orgies. And don't forget there are a lot of people with inherited wealth in the foundations and charities. They will make splendid victims. Most of them are so self-consciously virtuous that a little depravity will be good for them, make them more humane."

Ben Ohura stroked the ends of his long fu-manchu mustache. "Hmmm, if we start small and work one couple at a time, Sonya and I could build up a big enough cohort that by the hospital Labor Day picnic there could be enough motor homes with bedrooms to fuck the entire staff. And who better to do it than the chiefs of urology and gynecology?" 

Sonya giggled in response. "Okay, I can see that this little group can launch its own bio-war on sexual oppression among the educated. However, what about the real opposition? They don't get involved in the same circles we do. Can they actually stop us?"

Carl absently curled the tips of his luxuriant handlebar. "Possibly but highly unlikely. Teddy has been domesticating and breeding his own strain of humans for two hundred hears over at Benthamsthwaite with no one the wiser. After all, you find out about Teddy when you're in his clutches and the experience is so ecstatic you come back for more instead of running to the police. The Trematodae are so non-pathological there is no reason to look for them in case anyone does a blood test on one of us so there really isn't any way to back trace them to us. And if someone did, what could they charge us with? Seduction of legal adults isn't illegal."

"No, but don't underestimate the Righteous Way Baptists and their smarmy leader the 'Reverend' Caleb Abernathy." Matthew's voice dripped contempt and disgust. "I'll put money his public holier-than-thou-ness just hides the fact he's secretly porking his church secretary."

Madelyn put down her empty glass with a sinister snicker. "You know, I am acquainted with the organist over there. He stays because they pay him well but he despises old Abernathy and I'll just bet he'd be only too happy to slip it the young Mrs. Abernathy. If I get to him those pheromones will definitely put her into his bed—along with the entire soprano and alto sections of the choir. And once Mrs. Abernathy is a nymph the Reverend's satyr-ization is a given . . . ."

Grins spread around the group. "I like it," Dorothy exclaimed, "And that church has how many members? A thousand? And they have Little League Parents clubs and soccer teams and play softball in the evenings? Lindsey and its surrounding suburbs are within our grasp, lovers. Like Teddy said, I'm really interested in seeing what happens when this hits the Middle East."



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 07



"Nooooo . . .!"

Michi Nguyen dashed to the bathroom and threw open the door. There, sitting on the commode still wet from her shower and sobbing her eyes out was her roommate Tamika.

"Tami, what's wrong?"

Still blubbering, the dark-skinned girl pointed wordlessly to the inside of the bathtub. Michi looked down inside to see the last of Tamika's body hair dissolve and disappear down the drain.

"I don't—want to be—a nymph!" Tami's face was tragic. Her shoulders shook with the emotion. 

"What? How? Tami, when did you sleep with some satyr-guy? I know you never wanted to transform and you've always been so careful." She handed the stricken sophomore another bath towel and knelt down to look her in the eyes.

"It—it must—it must have been at the party at the frat house Saturday night. I drank too much and must have gotten laid but I don't remember who by or how. This was never supposed to happen. I wanted to stay normal and go into politics. My life is totally ruined now. There's no way any—placidly compliant" she spat the words out, "woman can get elected. Her opponent would drag her through the gutter. She couldn't even have a life after a campaign like that." And at that point Tamika began to howl again, her towering grief and horror a monument to self-disgust.

Helping her roommate to her feet and out of the room, Michi guided her to the living room sofa, sat her down and then cradled her in both arms.

"Tami, Tami," the slighter girl rocked back and forth holding the other tightly, "that doesn't have to be so. As fast as the flukes are spreading through the community by the time you're ready to run—why we'd probably be a majority and ready for one of our own to represent us. Just move back here next to Lindsey and stay active in the local town and gown. With Provost Estevez and the local civic leaders on your side you'll be a shoe-in—at least eventually. Besides, I keep telling you. Being a nymph is fun."

Tamika raised her head and glared at Michi. "That's your opinion. You've always been a party animal, even before Everett got in your pants and turned you into a—a toygirl!"

Michi grinned. "Did he ever! I'd never seen a real-life cock that fat on a guy before then and when he stuck that monster inside me? Rrroarr! And now I find the world is full of them."

"And so are you! I mean—to each her own, girl, but sex wasn't supposed to be that big a part of my life."

Michi grew thoughtful. "Tami, it doesn't have to be, even as a nymph. When I got made into one, I went from tiny miss Asian chick to the biggest boobs in Little Saigon. No way was I gonna be able to hide that. But you're already plenty stacked. I'll bet you won't even change a bra size. So if the guy who got you doesn't remember any better than you do, and he probably doesn't, we can just go on as before. Don't hang around with nothing to do and watch out for that cinnamon and nutmeg smell. Just make it a point to get up and leave fast if you start to feel horny for no good reason. Compliant isn't the same as enslaved, yanno."

*****

Michi's prediction seemed spot on. Unless one saw her naked, there really was no way anyone could tell Tami had been transformed into a nymph. As she learned to control her pheromones, she kept them suppressed and staying on the lookout for bearded and hairy men who might try and breathe in her direction she was able to maintain the fiction that she was still a 'normal' human.

In the privacy of her own head, Michi thought it was a terrible waste. What good was it being female if you couldn't attract males the way flowers attracted bees? For her part the knowledge that she was immune to any and all venereal diseases and could only get pregnant if she chose to was the greatest thing that could have happened. It never occurred to the little Vietnamese-American that she might feel that way because of what a whole bunch of genetically modified Trematoda flukes were pumping into her bloodstream.

Then one night Michi lay in bed between the chairman of the Classics department and her husband. Dr. Tripodes had spent the last couple of weeks looking over her class in Elementary Greek. She was, to be blunt about it, looking for an especially toothsome young lady to act as a birthday present for Mr. Tripodes and eventually decided that something Asian was just the ticket. Under the influence of the professor's skillfully applied pheromones, Michi thought about it for only a few minutes. Even in her sexually enhanced condition she'd never been three-to-the-bed before and the idea of being tied down next to Dr. T while Mr. T switched from one woman to the other excited her.

After the mini-orgy was over, Michi dreamily told the couple how grateful she was for the invitation and how much fun she'd had. Unfortunately, that was when she expressed her opinion of how foolish her roommate was being.

Dr. Tripodes pressed her collection of mature curves against the girl's back and murmured in her ear. "How's that again, Michi? Tamika has been transformed and refuses to accept the fact? How silly of her! Why would anyone forego our voluptuous life just so she might have a better chance of being elected? How could it be more fun to use the law to push people around than to regularly push back against one physically—or two, of course? Really, the girl needs educating. What do you think, Niko?"

Niko Tripodes stroked each fork of his beard in turn, thoughtfully. Then he caressed Michi's long black hair and pulled her face deeper into the iron grey matt on his chest. "I think we have to approach this very carefully, my love. There are grave ethical questions involved. Refusing pleasure is no sin. A great deal of the writing you study so assiduously maintains that it is, in fact, a virtue. Neither of us agrees, obviously, and neither does our little darling here. But I, for one, would be loathe to try and forcibly overcome Tami's inhibitions."

Martha Tripodes ran her hand down Michi's side and squeezed the well-toned bottom it ran to. "Not forcibly, Niko, absolutely not! However, I rather suspect that temptation, properly and frequently applied, might just wear down her resistance. I shall bring the subject to some—appropriate authority." 

*****

The following Tuesday afternoon, Dr. William Gooding opened a fresh box of Kleenex and handed it to a sniffling Tamika Washington. As her academic advisor he was ideal. A gentleman to the core and of utmost ethical probity Dr. Tripodes knew that Tami trusted him completely and was the best person on the faculty to counsel the girl.

"So, Ms. Washington, you really have no idea who you contracted the Trematoda from? The college can open an investigation with the fraternity in question and find out."

Tamika shook her head and blew her nose. "What difference would it make? It can't be reversed and neither of us was sober so there really wasn't any coercion involved. I made a mistake, a big one. It could have been worse. I might have contracted HIV instead of the fluke. At least this way I'm actually healthier than I was before and have more control over part of my life, not less. It's just that—I hoped to run for governor someday, Dr. Gooding. Who's going to vote for a—well, a mythical being?"

Dr. Gooding sucked on his pencil. "Well, at the present estimated rate of spread the electorate will soon be hard pressed to find anyone to vote for who isn't. This GM Trematoda has finally come to the attention of the CDC but they can't for the life of them decide what to do about it. It doesn't inconvenience anyone who contracts it, really, and wherever it spreads the rate of sexually transmitted disease plummets. Further, homicide, suicide and spousal abuse also seem to dissipate like the mist. So at present there is no research into a 'cure', if that's what it should be called, and centers of infection keep popping up and expanding worldwide. I really want to see what happens when this hits the Middle East."

"You-you really think so? I mean, it's not like I'm going to start throwing myself into orgies or anything. It's just . . . self-control was a lot easier when I didn't have to be constantly alert for the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. I'm even afraid to eat pumpkin pie."

The professor leaned back in his swivel chair and steepled his fingers in front of his immaculate Van Dyke. "Tamika, I'm not about to attempt to advise you on your sexuality. Anything I say will be tainted by the fact that I've been a satyr for nearly a year now and it would give the appearance of being self-serving if I said something like 'Oh, just do it!' But I will say that I believe your fears that your new condition will affect your political ambitions are overstated. You aren't even twenty yet. By the time you are in a position to run for office you will be around forty. In twenty years the world will have changed a lot."

"Thank-you, Dr. Gooding. I'm going to go home and think about this."

*****

When Tamika returned to the apartment Michi's bedroom door was shut but her happy moans and chirps along with the thumping of the headboard against the wall told a story better than words. Little Toygirl was at it again, cheerfully submitting to any man that took a fancy to her.

And was that so bad? Tamika pondered in the shower and as she puffed out her hair into a retro-stylish Afro in front of her full length bedroom mirror. It had been two months since she had suddenly become smooth and bare. Now her skin glowed with mahogany radiance and while she hadn't gotten any bigger across the chest her breasts were noticeably firmer and higher than before. She looked closer. Good grief, her ears were starting to get pointed. She hadn't ever noticed that on anyone before. Pushing her lower lip slightly, she gave the mirror a sultry look and curved her body into the classic 'S' bend found on sculpture worldwide. Holding her towel by one corner she let it drape languidly down one thigh. Girl, you really are hot, you know.

The commotion across the hall had died down. No doubt Michi was curled up next to whatever man she had entertained, probably with her head on his chest and a huge smile across her face. Tami reflected that her current emotions were probably influenced by the pheromones that had leaked around the closed door.  If I walked in there right now, I'd probably try and rape them both. She shut her own bedroom door more tightly and pushed a rolled up bathrobe across the bottom. Opening the window she hoped to air the place out and bring herself back to normal. At least as normal as a newly transformed nymph can be. 

On impulse she slipped into the stretchy jumpsuit she usually reserved for sleeping when the weather turned cold. Pushing her feet into slippers Tami set her jaw and marched out of her room and out of the apartment. I'm going for a walk in the garden. And when I get there, I'm going naked. I'll dance in the moonlight to my own finger cymbals and if some horny guy shows up—well, whatever happens, happens!

*****

Omar Asad lovingly cleaned and dried his oboe and packed it up. For the thousandth time he thanked his lucky stars. American college music departments could never get enough oboists for their orchestras and freely handed out scholarships to almost any competent musician who could manage double reeds. Even an impoverished Syrian refugee could study at a good school in modest comfort if he could do justice to Vaughn Williams' Concerto for Oboe and Strings. Omar did miss playing the traditional music of home, especially when his sisters danced. Still, life could be a lot worse, he thought. Maybe tonight he would curl up on his bed and reminisce with some beledi.

As he crossed the Lindsey College main quad toward his dormitory, he passed the gate to the ornamental garden that was the campus' pride and joy. A faint sound made him freeze in his tracks. Someone was beating out a traditional rhythm on finger cymbals, he could swear it. Intrigued and curious, Omar crept down the gravel walkway following the music. As he approached the central green, a full moon rose over the trees and gave light to a scene that stunned him. There, by herself and totally naked was a girl dancing. Oblivious to his presence she shimmied and swayed in a way he hadn't seen since he left Baghdad. At first he was offended by such blatant sensuality but then it occurred to the young Arab that this dark-skinned nymph was really very good. What she needed, though, was proper music. Crouching down in a shadow, he opened the case, assembled his oboe and began to accompany her.

The oboe's soft wail eased into Tami's consciousness. She had an accompanist! Turning to face Omar, she saw he was alone. Hmm, not only an accompanist but an audience. She danced closer and more voluptuously. For some reason, tonight she thought a man would be fun. That hadn't happened is such a long time—she concentrated on the feeling. Somewhere in her endocrine system, glands went to work building up pheromones. Unconsciously, Tami danced upwind of the young man and exhaled, giving him a strong dose.

Omar skipped a beat as his concentration wandered away from the music and more to the girl. She smiled at him with her eyelids lowered. Turning around she leered at him over one shoulder. 

"You want me?" she whispered, "Then you'll have to catch me!" and sprinted away.

Omar rose intending to run her down but stopped in his tracks. He looked down. Oh, no! He'd just dropped the oboe carelessly on the grass. Fortunately it was undamaged but he quickly went down on one knee to retrieve it. Tami looked back from around a lilac, expecting to see the young man pounding after her and was amazed to see that instead he was disassembling his instrument and lovingly packing it away in its case. Standing up he looked in her direction. With clenched jaw and tears trickling down his cheek, Omar walked away, back to his dorm.

Tami padded slowly back to where she'd left her clothing. He wanted her. She knew he did but he'd packed up his oboe and gone away. Such self control! She sat down on a bench with both hands over her open mouth. Even with a strong jolt of pheromones the young man (and a handsome one at that) had clenched his teeth and managed to take care of his belongings and go about his way. That oboe must be really important to him. Hmmm, I'll bet someone in Instrumental Music knows him. I want to meet a man with that much self-discipline. She sighed. As the hormonal storm left her she ruefully admitted to a feeling of relief. If he could control himself surely she could.

*****

Several nights later Omar shut down his laptop and the e-reader that held his texts. Mathematics weren't the terrible chore some of his classmates thought but they certainly weren't very interesting. And his latest essay for Introductory Media was finished and sent on its way. Now he could relax. With a contented smile he took out his oboe, paused and put it away. Not the oboe tonight, he thought. No, tonight the English horn better fit his mood. He was just getting warmed up with a few runs and finger exercises when there was a knock on his door. A bit surprised, he walked over and opened it. A girl stood in the doorway, dark-skinned in Cleopatra braids. He blinked in confusion and then recognized the vision from the garden.

"Hello—Omar? My—my name is Tamika. I'm a nymph."

"You—you are? Really? I've never met a nymph before; at least I think I haven't. Uh, want to come in?" Omar pulled out the desk chair, brushed off the cookie crumbs and held it for her. When she was seated he curled up on the bed, his cor anglais held defensive in front of him.

"I—I want to apologize," Tami began stammering, "for being so mean and teasing you. I've never done that to anyone before. I've only been a nymph for a couple of months and I'm still figuring everything out. And I want to tell you how much I admire your self control. Most guys would have just dropped everything and charged after me but you stopped yourself. That horn must mean a lot to you."

"It's my life. I'm here on a music scholarship. If anything happens to my oboe, I'm out. And I just got this." He held up the English horn with a shy smile. "Ever hear one? It's lower and mellower."

At the sound Tami closed her eyes and began to rock back and forth. The haunting, softly nasal tones made her think of marble halls, an atmosphere of incense and women draped in sheer silk. Once again the Trematoda enhanced hormones began to pump into her bloodstream. Helpless in the face of heightened sexual desire, the young Afro felt her thighs weaken and tremble, her belly flush with heat. One small corner of her brain was aware of what was happening but was powerless against the chemical onslaught. Oh gawd, is this the way Michi feels all the time? A nymph I have become; a nymph I am fated to be.

When he finished, Tami leaned forward, a growl in her throat. "Omar, would you like me to dance for you again? This room is small so I'd be a lot easier to catch." She looked at his startled expression. "I'm a nymph, Omar. I never wanted to be but now I am and there's nothing that can be done. I try to fight it. I try all the time but I know that any man who really wants me will get me. Do you want me? Take me and I'll make you into a satyr, Omar. Do you want to be a satyr?"

"A satyr? A real satyr? You mean, with horns and hooves and everything?" His eyes grew wide with apprehension.

"No, silly, no horns or hooves. But you will get really hairy and your—organs will get really big. All you'll have to do is breathe on girls and they will get hot and wet for you. Do you want that? I can give it to you. Your music has me hot and wet." She stood up and pulled her sweater up over her head to show him her firm, unfettered breasts, the nipples already erect and stiff. Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, she pushed and the rest of her clothes dropped to the floor. She reached into her purse and took out the finger symbols. "Play for me, Omar. Let me dance for you." She blew a breathy kiss in his direction.

Mesmerized by her pheromones, Omar lifted the reed to his lips and took a deep breath. What came out told of heat and palms, oases flowing with springs and flowers heavy with scent. Tami danced in a cloud of cinnamon and nutmeg that flowed into Omar's lungs and directly to the oldest part of his brain. His face grew hot and he could feel his cock stiffen. She swayed and gazed at him, her eyelids half closed, her mouth barely open. Overcome by her own sexuality, Tami murmured, "Come to me Omar. Come and use me, Omar. Make me yours and I will make you something else."

Unable to resist, Omar laid the instrument aside. His eyes glazed with lust he threw his shirt off and almost tore the buttons out of his Levi's. Rampant and harder than he ever remembered being, he grabbed Tami by the waist and pulled her against his body, his tongue driving into her mouth, his fingers pressed hard into her buttocks.

Aflame with desire, Tami melted against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and one leg around his waist. Rising up on tiptoes she rubbed her swollen, slippery sex against him. "Throw me down, Omar," she whispered, "take me; take me hard. I need you inside me, Omar. Once you're in me you can't go back. In me once and you'll be in me again and again. Ravish me, my stallion. Make me scream!"

In an instant she was on her back, Omar's weight pressing her into the carpet. With one hand in her hair, the other squeezed her breast, the thumb flicking her stiff, dark nipple. She moaned and reached down. Grabbing his stiff manhood she pulled to the wet opening to her pussy and immediately he drove deep within her.

"Yesssssssss! Now, fuck me man, fuck me! Gawd I can hardly wait until you're remade. Fuck me harder, Oman, faster!"




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 07



*****

The next morning Tami awoke to the smell of coffee in a mug on her nightstand. She sat up and looked around. Michi was sitting in an armchair next to the window with a cup of her own.

"Good morning, sweet nymph. And you really are a sweet nymph, aren't you? I heard you come in last night and peaked through the door. Not only did you have the appropriate 'well-fucked' smile on your face but there was a gleam in your eye. You transformed a guy last night, didn't you?"

Tami sipped her coffee and ran down her memories and feelings in her mind. Nodding slowly she replied, "Yes, yes I did. And a sweet satyr he's going to be, too. Omar's a musician, an oboist who can bring tears to your eyes or make your hormones stand to attention and salute. That's why I tempted him. I couldn't help it, Michi! He started playing something Middle Eastern and before I could stop myself I took of my clothes and danced for him. Then I blew in his face and he—he jumped my bones."

"And did it well?"

"Yeah, really well. And now, through no fault of his own he's a satyr in metamorphosis. Within a week he'll start sprouting thick hair, in two weeks his balls will be measurably bigger and in a month . . . ."

"In a month he'll be utter delicious, masterful, irresistible, compelling—shall I go on? That is to say, in a month, he'll own you if he wants to."

"But I don't want to be owned! That was another reason I didn't want to be a nymph. I want to be the one who chooses whom I sleep with, not . . . ."

"Not a toygirl. Sorry, honey, it's too late for that. That ship sailed the night of the frat party. But look at the bright side. We all want to be admired and we all want to be wanted. You're going to be wanted like never before in your life. Enjoy it. In fact, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to invite a couple of stalwart satyrs over tonight, maybe more than a couple and you and will get used good and proper. I'll bet you haven't even figured out that your backside lubricates itself now, have you?"

"What? It does? Why?'

"So that when a stud wants to take you around the world he doesn't have to go looking for the KY jelly, that's why. Makes taking on two at a time great fun."

"Ewww! That's got to hurt bad enough with a normal. If some satyr tried sticking one of their giant cocks up my ass, I'd—I'd scream bloody murder."

"No, you just think you would. Shall I tell you what you'll really do? First you'll be afraid but the guy will insist. Finally, you'll agree. He'll massage your ass and get you all hot and bothered. Pretty soon your backside will start getting all juicy and when it does, it gets relaxed, too. He'll spread your legs; put his helmet on your anus and push. You'll start to stretch and probably squeal and the next thing you know he'll be inside. It will make your eyes bug, it feels so huge. And then he'll start to move. He'll thrust in and out and that big, fat, slippery cock will rub your asshole and it will feel good. You will come like you've never come before, Tami. And when he finally stops and lets you come down you will know why I'm so happy being a nymph. And you're going to find out—tonight."

*****

After her last class, Introduction to Rhetoric 101, Tami slung her backpack over her shoulder and was just walking out the classroom door when her cell phone rang. She withdrew the device from her purse and saw a text message running across the screen. Chnj of plnz. Out 2nite. Showr & mk-up. C U 1 hr apt. Michi.

We're going out? Do I really want to do this? Even if I don't, can I really tell her no? But the memory of the pounding Omar had given her the night before awakened tingles in her groin. At least she would get cleaned up. If what Michi had in mind was too appalling, she could just lock herself in the bedroom, Tami decided. I may be a nymph but I won't be a whore!

An hour later Tami was washed, dried and bath powdered when her bedroom door opened and Michi came through carrying a shopping bag. "Here you go, girl, put these on. We're going to a party."

The bag contained a pair of golden nylons and a matching satin garter belt and nothing else. "Uh, did you forget something? Where's the matching bra and panties?"

Michi looked at her in annoyance. She picked up a pencil off Tami's desk, held it against the underside of Tami's left breast and let go. The pencil dropped to the floor. "See that? Just what do you need a bra for? Eight weeks ago, yes. Now? Fuggedaboudit! And panties will just get in the way. Now put these on with that great forest green blazer and skirt combination with the matching shoes. Big gold hoops in your ears will be good, too."

"Michi, the blouse to that suit is in the laundry."

"Good. No blouse, Tami, just button the blazer. Classy but sexy. Placidly compliant doesn't mean cheap, girl. Now get dressed while I go change."

Michi returned in a slinky cheongsam. It was traditionally high necked but the slit in the side rose to her hip. "Ready? Our ride is outside."

Michi propelled Tami out the apartment door, down the hall and out the front to where a very clean, shiny fifteen-year-old Mercedes waited. The young Asian pushed her friend into the back seat and then plopped herself down next to the driver. As they motored along, Michi turned around to Tami. "At first I thought to invite Elliott here to call one of his friends to come over but he told me to wait and let him check something out. When he called me back was when I told you the plans have changed. We're going to a party at the Provost's house."

Tami's jaw dropped. "The Provost's?"

Michi grinned at Elliott. "Tol' you she didn't have a clue. I don't know how you missed the word, Tam, but Provost Estevez is not only a nymph, she was the first one at Lindsey. In fact, she's the one who brought the flukes here and passed them on to most of the faculty. But first, she got Elliott, didn't she, honey?"

Elliott's face was wry in the late afternoon light. "I call her Mistress in private. Yes, the Provost is a nymph, a very demanding one."

"The perfect role model for a modern woman, no?" Michi leered, "Very progressive and forthright in public and at night very—is accommodating a good term, Elliott?"

Elliott nodded. "Very. Anyway, we're going there for dinner and entertainment tonight. Mistress insists."

"There will be seventeen for dinner, Tami," Michi continued, "eight couples and you. You will strip down (or be stripped, depending) when we arrive. Everyone else will get naked after we eat. For dessert the other women, me included, will get passed around from satyr to satyr but you will get double teamed, two guys at a time. A normal male is good for maybe two ejaculations twenty minutes apart. Satyrs can do four, one after another. So how many times you get banged only time will tell. It might be four, it might be eight but tonight you, Tami Washington, are going to enter nymph-hood in a very big way."

Tami was stunned. She was sure she should have been indignant but there was a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg in the car's atmosphere and the memory of the way Omar threw himself on her last night was still running inescapably through her mind. Two men at once—two thick-cocked satyrs at once—anyway you looked at it she was going to get stretched tonight. The idea had a strange appeal, as did the idea of being done like that repeatedly. For that matter, being handed from one man to another sounded attractive, as well. Oh dear lord, I am already placidly compliant and no one has even laid a finger on me. I sure hope Professor Gooding was right, otherwise kiss that political career good-bye.

****

When they arrived at the Provost's rather grand residence, Dr. Estevez met then at the door. She shooed Michi and Elliott off in the direction of the canapés and drinks and gathered Tami up and whisked her off for a 'tour' of the home. Once they were alone, however, the conversation changed subject.

"Tami, dear, Bill Gooding tells me you were aiming at a political career and are afraid that you metamorphosis will put that in jeopardy. Did I understand correctly? And here at home, call me Dorothy."

"You do, Doc—uh, Dorothy. He keeps telling me that by the time I'm ready to seriously run, most of the population will be nymphs and satyrs and it won't be a problem but I can't stop worrying."

"Honey, I was transformed about a year and a half ago. In the last eighteen months the entire faculty has been converted, the town's entire legal and financial community, all the medical professions and, most importantly for your concerns, the entire Righteous Way Baptist Church. Of course, the Reverend Abernathy is getting a bit long in the tooth and may not be around in twenty years but believe me when I tell you that while they may seem the most rigorously fundamentalist bunch around, they will not be judging your candidacy on the basis of sex. They like it too much to complain. So all you have to do tonight is yield and enjoy. That's what I'm going to do and so should you."

"You and the other women are going to be handed around?"

"Oh, yes! Karl pulls me out into the center of the living room, strips off my clothes, picks me up and hands me to one of the other men who carries me off to a bedroom and fucks me soundly. When he's done, he picks me up and finds an unoccupied other man and hands me off. I normally expect to get laid at least four times during the course of the evening. Now, here we are in the main guest bedroom. Here is where you will—hold court, if I can use the phrase. I know Michi said something about you stripping down before dinner. No. We all stay dressed until it's time for dessert and then we provide it. All you need to do is let them carry you here and when each pair of guys is finished, you can clean up and wait for the next pair. When everyone's finished, you shower and—well, that depends. You will probably go home but there is always the possibility that a couple will want to take you home. It is Friday night, after all, and you would have the whole weekend to play. Now, let's rejoin the others."

When dinner was over Dorothy's husband, Karl, handed out the dessert drinks. The one he gave to Tami was golden and thick with a strange flavor that reminded her of apple cider with cinnamon and nutmeg but was something else, entirely. 

"Mmm, this is delicious. What is it?"

"Beats me," Karl grinned, "Dorothy gets it from some friends at Benthamsthwaite College. I think it must be a concentrate of human sex pheromones or something. All I know is that it puts lead in a man's pencil and makes the ladies languid and juicy. Feel it starting to work?"

Tami did. Her thighs and belly flushed and her pussy swelled as blood rushed in. The tingle she'd felt earlier came back in full force and her nipples popped up and stiffened. Lassitude flowed over her and her legs went liquid.

"Oh! I sure am. Works fast, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," Dorothy responded leering, "and it is really most useful for new nymphs and shy satyrs. Now, young lady, let's get a good look at you." She unbuttoned Tami's coat and helped her out of it. The girl's proud, bronze breasts stood at attention as the older woman undid the fastenings of Tami's skirt and let it fall to the ground. "Now step up on the coffee table, dear, we all want a good view, the men especially."

A large, beefy man in a forked beard took Tami's hand and helped her up on the table then ran his palms down her sides and thighs. "Lovely," he exclaimed. "And, I believe, quite ready for a good plundering." Rude fingers ran across her mons and between the glistening labia. He thrust them deep inside her making her gasp. "Yes, certainly all ready in front. Let's just see if you bottom is all slippery and juicy, too." It was. Tami's eyes widened and she gasped again as first one and then quickly two large fingers eased up her anus and started massaging the muscles around it.

Dorothy nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. Our little morsel is all ready. Axel, Karl, I believe you drew the first turn. The rest of the gentlemen, help yourselves." The large man who had been fondling her wrapped his arms around Tami's thighs and lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder. As he carried her down the hall toward the bedroom that was to be Tami's 'court' she looked back to see the rest of the women being similarly lifted and toted off , all of them grinning broadly.

When they reached the bedroom Axel swung Tami down her feet and pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss that almost made the girl's toes curl. By the time it was over Tami was gasping for breath. No sooner had he released her when Karl moved behind her and taking a firm grip on her breasts, pulled her back against his well-furred, naked chest and belly. His beard and mustache tickled erotically down her neck and around her ears and the great, thick rod of his cock rubbed ominously up and down the cleft of her ass.

"Be—be careful back there. I've never had a man 'back there' before."

"Don't worry, sweet Tami," came the whisper in her ear, "I'll make sure you're ready but by the time the evening is over that cute butt of yours will be begging for more."

As his hands worked their sensual way down her body, Tami closed her eyes and reached back around his neck. She leaned on him as the muscles in her legs liquified. A sound brought her back to the present and she saw Axel standing naked and erect in front of her. Thought the mass of Karl's member on her ass brought anxiety, the sight of Axel's stout member caused anticipation. Her eyes widened, impressed and she reflexively pushed out her pelvis and widened her thighs. 

"Oh my! You really are ready for me, aren't you? Well, I—I guess we should get this train started." Tami pulled away from Karl and sat on the edge of the bed.

"No," Axel chuckled as he joined her, "me first. You get on top."

He rolled onto his back and pulled her over. Straddling his large body, she took the massive shaft in her hand. Oh gawd, I can't get my fingers all the way around it. The guy who changed me can't have been this big, I know I'd remember. And Karl is going to shove one like it up my ass? And make me like it? I just hope Michi was right. She brought the fat, purple helmet to her lower lips, took a deep breath and impaled herself on it. "Ooohhh . . . ."

"Lay down on me."

When she complied, Axel wrapped his arms around her pinning her down. Now obviously unable to escape or resist, Tami could only wait for the inevitable violation. It began with large, warm hands massaging her buttocks and fingers that stroked her perineum, brushing like velvet. A finger began to circle her slippery anus, gently toying with it at first then caressing more firmly. It felt wonderful. Then a digit pressed inside circling and loosening her. Another followed and spread apart, stretching her muscles and membranes.

"You're relaxing, Tami. That's good. Just keep relaxing, taking deep breaths, relaxing—and I'll soon be inside you. You will feel so full, so taken, so used. Yes, you're ready and now I'm going to take your anal cherry."

She felt him against her, brushing at first and then pressing. She pushed out and felt herself spread wide and wider. Suddenly he was in. "Ahii!" 

Karl stopped. "Deep breaths, Tami, relax—relax." He waited a few seconds more. "Okay now?"

"It hurts but—it's kind of a good hurt. More?"

He pushed again. She arched her back and felt him slide deep within her. Something gave way deep within her soul and she sighed, completely surrendering. "I feel so full. You two are so big. You—use me! Have your way. I'm yours. Do whatever feels good to you."

The two men began to thrust and withdraw. Slowly at first but as her whimpers changed to moans of pleasure they sped up. Soon they reached a steady rhythm, plowing her, plundering her. Tami's eyes glazed over as she gave herself to a universe of sensation. Pressure and heat built up and her moans changed to chirps until finally she howled like a cat in heat. Like a great wave the emotions broke over her, cumming as she had never cum before. Again, the wave broke and again until finally, groaning, both men shot great loads into her, shuddering and collapsing.

Karl rolled off and helped Tami to do the same. He kissed her deeply on the mouth while Axel nibbled and licked her ear. "Now, sweetheart, go clean up in the bath through that door. You have a few minutes until the next come for you just as you will 'cum' for them."

The men squeezed her hands and left. Tami, on wobbly legs, went to freshen up and then lay back down on the bed.  I've lost. I fought so hard to not be a nymph—to not be placidly compliant but I've lost. This is going to be my life, now, just like it's Michi's or, impossible to believe, Dorothy's. And just like them, I'm actually looking forward to it. She looked up at the two men coming through the door way and smiled. Lifting her arms and spreading her knees she said, "Hi, satyrs. Want to dance in me?"

An hour or so later Tami finished her shower, dried, refreshed her hair and makeup and put her stockings and heels back on. Wearing an unstoppable smile she swayed out to the living room to see Provost Estevez in all her naked glory finish up her own face sitting the lap of one of the guests.

"Ah, Tami. I see you had a good time?"

"I had a—an amazing time. And I've come to accept what I've been made into. Surrender really is sweet."

"Of course it is. And the gentlemen assure me that, especially for a beginner, you were superb. Of course there are some advanced techniques you will want to learn but even without them expect the men to be lining up for you. They certainly do for me." She patted the wiry Asian man she sat on fondly. "Ben here was especially enthusiastic about you but unfortunately the rest of us have worn him out for the evening. He was so looking forward to seconds with you but now he will have to wait for our next little party—unless of course you want to make some private arrangements of your own. What do you think, Sonya, would Tami do well in a threesome?"

Across the room a voluptuous, almond-eyed woman sat at the feet of a man coated in rust red hair, her head leaning on his knee as he stroked her long, black hair. "Oh, I think she would fit in just fine. Ben seems to fit into her." Everyone chuckled.

"Well, good. But I'm calling first dibs on her. I think about Thursday I'm going to ovulate. Karl and I have been talking about starting a family and by September I should be showing well. It will be a good example to the other women on campus, I think. And I also think Tami should join us. Of course, you don't have to get pregnant unless you want to, dear, but . . . "

Axel helped Tami back into her skirt and coat while Michi and Elliott retrieved the purses and his hat. "Get pregnant? Next Thursday? I—no, Dorothy, I don't think I will. I'll wait until I've finished law school. Until then I'll just—placidly comply."



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 08



Lee-Ann sat on the edge of the chaise longue by the pool. She shivered as her boyfriend gently bounced her breasts in each hand. Licking her lips, she unfastened his belt and undid his chinos. As she pulled them down his manhood, stiff and purple, stuck out at her. Her mother had reassured her that despite the massive girth of a satyr's normal cock, it would fit inside her and feel wonderful. 

"Every time your father has me I am amazed," she'd said, "But that's just how we are, dear. Don't worry."

Golly, what a thing to lose your virginity to!

*****

Two months previously the girl had regarded her reflection. Years of sport had given Lee-Ann abs the boys envied and a lithe, slim figure. A dense caramel thatch curled at her groin echoing the mass of ringlets on her head that was, she glowered at the thought, just like the stuff she was forever shaving off her legs. It was possible, she thought, that she inherited it from her almost oppressively masculine father because her mother's toilette had no razor and the woman never seemed to wax, either. However there was another explanation, one that would also explain the older woman's spectacular figure. Lee-Ann had been wondering about this for some time but today she was going to bite the bullet and ask. Time to get dressed and go downstairs.

"Mom, Are—can I ask you a really personal question?"

"Sure, honey," Amelia Corbett put down the romance novel she had been chuckling over, "you can always ask. That doesn't mean you'll get an answer."

Oh great! She's in one of those moods again; ready to play cat-and-mouse with me. But I'm still gonna ask! "Mom, are—are you a nymph?"

Amelia responded with a reassuring smile. "I am. And before you ask, yes your father is a satyr. We were transformed back at Lindsey College when all of this first got started."

"But I'm a basic."

"Only for a little while longer, dear. You were always the family jock and that much physical exercise delayed puberty for you. Of course, now that you're all caught up and physically mature it won't be too long before you change."

"Well, not if I stay a virgin."

"Oh no, Lee-Ann. Only the first generation had to have sex to be transformed. You carried the flukes from birth. They just haven't activated, yet. I expect them to, any month now."

The girl goggled. "You mean I'll—I'll get as smooth as you are and have a real figure?"

Amelia looked annoyed. "Young lady, there is nothing wrong with your figure. Some women are slender and some of us are—more luxuriant. However, you probably will gain a bra size or two. Relax; it will happen in its own good time."

"Mom, Mitzi Forsyth says that nymphs are placidly compliant but basics hook up. She wants to stay basic so she has more control."

"Mitzi would say that, a simple-minded explanation from a simple-minded child. I used to be in the 'hook-up' culture, Lee-Ann, and I can tell you it is not satisfying. The sex is not very good and more than anything else it's about girls competing with each other for a bunch of boys who are, to be blunt, mostly losers. Not that it matters. Given Mitzi's fondness for loud, raucous parties, if she starts hooking up she'll be one of us before the summer is out. I don't think she realizes just how uncommon true basics are these days. Give the planet two more generations and there won't be any at all outside of the Amazon rain forest or possibly the Congo. Everyone else will have been mythologized. Sometimes I wonder how this is all playing out in the Middle East . . ."

Lee-Ann poured two cups of coffee out, handed one to her mother and sat on the couch with the other. "Gary Abbott asked me to the prom. If I start to transform very soon the dress won't fit. But if I wait too long to get a dress, there won't be any left! Is there any way I can either delay it or speed it up?"

"Probably not. I mean, if you were a basic I would say get laid by a satyr and in a month you'd be ready . . ."

"Mom!"

"Well? You did ask."

"That's not what I meant. What am I supposed to tell Gary? That I'd love to go to the prom with him but possibly before June I'll turn into a voluptuous siren that will be glad to have sex with him but can't go to the prom because my dress won't fit? This is serious!" 

Ms. Corbett kept a deliberately straight face. If someone offered her immortality but insisted that she stay a teenager the whole time she would just drive off a cliff and be done with it. "Dear, let's go shopping. I'm sure that somewhere out there we can find you a dress in sparkly knit. We'll look for something that will stretch enough to accommodate your new amplitude if it happens before the prom."

****

The day after the prom Lee-Ann yawned her way down the stairs for the breakfast that everyone else was calling lunch.

"Good morning, honey," her father rumbled, "Did you and Gary have a good time?"

The girl grinned mischievously. "Yeah, except that I wore him out on the dance floor, his tux shoes gave him blisters at the prom, he slipped and banged his knee at the sock hop and we had to skip breakfast because he was afraid that if he stayed awake any longer he'd run the car off the road."

Her father laughed uproariously, drained his coffee cup and banged out the back door. The vegetable garden was running rampant and needed some heavy weeding and pruning. In another week or so it would be time to start cleaning the canning kettle and all the Ball jars.

Amelia looked at her daughter through half-closed eyes. "You only wore him out on the dance floor?"

"Mo-ther! Gary is a perfect gentleman—except for when he squeezed my butt as he kissed me good-night. I pointedly ignored that."

"But?"

"What do you mean, but?"

"Don't give me that, young lady. He squeezed your ass and you pointedly ignored it—but . . ."

"But—well—I got this tingly feeling? I mean, down there? And my knees almost gave way? I mean, he wasn't even French kissing me!"

"Mm-hmm! Right on time. It looks like your body held off just long enough to fit into that dress. Tell me, is Gary's beard starting to thicken up? Did his hands look a little hairier than usual?"

"I didn't—well, maybe I did notice. Is Gary going to transform, too?"

"I should think so, given his parents. Tell me when you go all smooth and we'll know when to throw a coming out party for the both of you."

"A coming out party? As in, 'Hello everyone, I'm a nymph now. Who wants to get laid?'"

"Don't be sarcastic. A coming out party as in welcome to adulthood, kiddies, now you can play with the big people."

*****

Lee-Ann and Gary sat on a bench at the local mall talking about nothing in particular, just keeping company. But she did sneak surreptitious looks at the back of his hands and just as her mother guessed, the hair was getting thicker, darker and was beginning to grow on his second knuckles. She remembered the porn film one of her friends had sneaked into one of their stay-over parties at Mitzi's. It showed a satyr and a nymph cavorting outdoors and though the nymph had a gravity defying bust line, the girls had concentrated their attention and raucous comments for the satyr. The nymph had been barely able to get his cock into her mouth and was completely unable to touch her fingers to her thumb around it. And his balls! It was rumored that the gonads on an average satyr weighed between two and three times what basic humans' did. The idea of such potency silenced the usually giggly crew.

"Boy," murmured Mitzi, "if you're having a hard time getting pregnant, he'd sure be the solution."

And soon her funny, clumsy geek of a boyfriend would be hung like that. The idea was daunting as was the probability that nearly any man she met might be and if he wasn't and she took him to bed, in a month he would be. May as well stick with Gary, I guess. But that first time is going to be hard. And Mom is planning a Coming-Out Party for us. Why does the idea make me really, really nervous?

The following Saturday, showering after track practice, Lee-Ann tossed her towel over her shoulder and headed back to her locker. As she passed Mitzi, who was putting on knock-around sneakers, her friend looked up. "Whoa, Lee-Ann, a full Brazilian?"

Lee-Ann looked down to see that her body was completely smooth. Recovering quickly she answered, "Uh, yeah. I was just going to do my legs for the prom but they were having a sale and you know how that goes . . . "

"And now that the proms are all done, I'll bet the sale is done, too. Just my luck, yanno?"

They girl-talked until Mitzi was ready to leave, then said good-by. Lee-Ann dressed thoughtfully. "Tell me when you go all smooth and we'll know when to throw a coming out party for the both of you," her mother had said. Well, I'm all smooth. I guess I'd better tell Mom but I'm going to have to get some more details before I agree to any 'Coming-Out Party'!

****

That evening she broke the news to her mother as they loaded the dishwasher together. 

"Today?" Amelia was pleased, "Excellent. Let's see—your bras will start getting uncomfortable in two weeks and then again two weeks after that so there really isn't any reason to bother replacing them. Just do without."

"Mom," Lee-Ann looked at her mother sternly, "I run around in tee-shirts and shorts all summer. You want me to go bra-less? And bounce all over the place?"

"Why not? Your bras don't do anything but hide your nipples, anyway. It isn't like you need any support, not at your age. And you won't for some years to come, either. If 'the girls' attract the men's attention—so much the better."

Lee-Ann was floored. Amelia had always been totally open with her children but this seemed a little over the top, even for her. "Mother, what is with you, lately? Do you want me to start having a lot of sex or . . .?"

Amelia poured detergent into the machine, closed the door and turned it on. Then she turned to her daughter and crossed her arms. "Young lady, I already told you that when I got to Lindsey College I plunged into the hook-up culture. It almost got me flunked out! The following fall I was more careful but by then people were starting to transform in to mythics. The guys I knew from the previous year were sporting beards and body hair like bears. The chicks all had boobs to next week and skin like silk. It seemed weird. 

Then I went to the first party of the year. It was at one of the faculty member's home and everyone was out in the back, around the pool, drinking and talking. I'd had a beer or two on an empty stomach and was getting just a bit buzzed when this upperclassman sat down next to me and started chatting me up. Looking back, I now realize that he had worked up a good charge of pheromones and was breathing them at me. All I remember at the time was that he was really, really hot and when he put his arm around me, I shivered. He helped me up and walked me around behind the pool house, gave me a kiss that straightened my hair, undid my bikini and gave me the best fucking I'd ever had. A month later I was a nymph just like you will be. 

It doesn't matter whether or not I wantyou to have a lot of sex. You're going to. That's what nymphs do—get laid. I have sex with Daddy every night and with two or three other men in any given week. That's my life."

"Mom, at this party—do I have to have sex with Gary?"

"No."

"Do I have to have sex with anybody?"

"No."

Amelia's face was carefully neutral but Lee-Ann could detect a hint of amusement. Oh, great! It's game time again. She's doing the Microsoft routine again, absolutely accurate but completely unhelpful. I must be asking the wrong question.

"Okay, how about—Mom, at this party will I have sex with Gary and maybe other men?"

"That, honey, is up to you but the odds are very strongly weighted toward 'yes'. Will you have to? No. Will you want to? Almost certainly. You've never experienced what it's like to be given the pheromone rush. And until you do, there's no sense in trying to describe it. All I can tell you is that first you'll smell this delicious combination of caramel, nutmeg, cinnamon and maybe a little apple. Then what was a little tingle when Gary squeezed your butt will be a furnace. You will hardly be able to stand by yourself but it won't matter because you won't want to. What you will want is to be on your back, naked, with your legs spread. Welcome to the world of the nymph, Lee-Ann. It's wonderful!"

Lee-Ann sat down and thought for a long time. "Uh, really ever night with Daddy?"

"Mm-hmm. And every Saturday morning or if we're on vacation. (Fortunately we don't seem to need as much sleep as we did before.) And at work, if I don't have something else pressing to do or any time a man catches my eye. You have no idea how I've had to restrain myself whenever Gary is around, especially now that you are both eighteen. I suspect the same is true for his father whenever you go over there."

"Mr. Abbott?" 

"Of course. Charlie may give the impression that he's just like his son, gawky and held together with rubber bands, but that man is thunder in bed. Even by satyr standards he's impressive."

"And you know this be—never mind. That would be a dumb question. Mom, have you gotten laid by all my friends' fathers?"

"All of them? Hmmm—well, Mitzi's folks seem to be strictly monogamous and Julie's father is such a political fanatic I don't want to be in the same room with him. The others? Oh, probably, at one time or another and a couple of them on a regular basis. If it makes any difference, your father is very fond of Sally Abbott. When the two of you started dating we were quite pleased."

"And celebrated by swapping?"

"Well, naturally. Not that we weren't before then."

At that point Amelia's cell rang bringing the conversation to an end, so Lee-Ann went upstairs to her room and curled up on her bed to think.

The next morning she waved good-by to her parents as they left for work, made sure her little brothers were hustled out the door do summer day camp and then sat down with her laptop. She needed to know everything she could about what being a nymph was like. When she finally turned it off she sat on the bed starring at the wall. Complete control over her own fertility, immunity to all forms of sexually transmitted diseases, vastly reduced incidence of partner or spousal abuse, near elimination of suicide—no wonder no campaign to eradicate the condition ever happened. There hadn't even been much in the way of complaint from the self-appointed guardians of public morality. Lee-Ann suspected she knew why. They had succumbed like almost everyone else. As her mother had wondered, how was this playing out in the Middle East? Still, there were a few things that needed clearing up. She picked up her cell phone.

"Atherton and Associates, Amelia Corbett speaking."

"Hi Mom. Uh—are you alone in your office?"

There was a snigger at the other end of the phone. "I am. Why, were you afraid of interrupting something?"

"Mo-om, I just wanted to be able to ask a question or two, privately."

"Okay."

"Uh, Mom, you're hot. I know all nymphs are but you are really hot. How do you get any work done with horny satyrs around you all the time?"

Amelia collapsed in gales of laughter. When she finally recovered and wiped her eyes, she said, between chuckles, "Honey, there's sex and there's sex. There's the pheromone driven, screaming, clawing-his-back kind I have with your father (and a few close friends) and then there's the friendly, placidly compliant kind I have with Mr. Atherton or one of the other guys here when things are slow and I don't have anything pressing to do. It all comes down to a question of maturity. Satyrs quickly learn that ill-advised use of pheromones is a bad idea and gets them in all kinds of trouble. So do nymphs. We reserve the pheromones for those closest to us or the ones we want to get closest to us. Otherwise, it's just an expression of—being mythics. That's who we are and that's what we do."

There was a long silence. "Screaming and clawing his back? With Daddy? Every night?"

Amelia sighed in response. "Yes, dear, with Daddy and every night. I know that goes against the old stories of sex turning boring after marriage but it ain't so. Not anymore! Why do you think you and the boys' bedrooms are on the second floor on the opposite side of the house? And why our door is solid oak? Lee-Ann, I got turned into a nymph without my consent but if I had been asked, especially knowing what I do now, I would have jumped his bones instead of the other way around. Now, I have three more reports to finish before lunch. If you're still concerned, we'll talk after dinner."

*****

Lee-Ann walked down the street to a neighbor's house. Rosa was a couple of years older than she was and well-known on the block as the nymph's nymph. She knocked on the door and Rosa answered.

"Oh, hi Lee-Ann. What can I do for you?"

"Rosa, I need some advice and just for once I'm kind of afraid to ask my mom."

"Afraid to ask your mom? That's different. Come on in. Coffee?"

"Thanks."

The Keurig produced two cups of African X-tra Dark and the two slouched in the living room.

"Rosa, I'm finally transforming. Yeah, I know it's late but Mom says that's what I get for being a die-hard athlete all my life. But I am changing and she wants to hold a Coming Out party for me and probably for my main squeeze, too. Okay, so we've talked about what it's like to be a nymph and how in a few weeks I'll be a sexual tigress but—well, I'd rather make sure Gary is my first? And the way Mom talks I'm going to be helpless in the face of any man who gives me a pheromone rush? I mean, what if Gary doesn't . . .?"

Rosa smiled benignly. "Honey, if Gary doesn't wrap you around his little finger, or huge cock as the case may be, do him. Uh, hasn't you mother said any about giving a guy the treatment? I mean instead of just waiting in anticipation."

Lee-Ann thought about this. "Uh, no I don't think she has. It probably seemed so obvious to her she didn't think she needed to. We can do this? How?"

Rosa's reply came with a calculating grin. "Oh, you bet we can! As to how—well, if you want Gary to be your first . . . "

"I do!"

"When's the party?"

Lee-Ann sat up straight. "You know, I don't know. I'm not one hundred percent sure she's even picked a date. Some Friday or Saturday evening some time in about four weeks? I'll be fully transformed by then, she says."

"And how about your guy?"

"Probably. He's starting to grow hair on his second knuckles. It's kind of sexy, really."

Rosa took a long sip. "Uh-huh! He's growing knuckle hair and you're responding. Yep, you'll be a full nymph in a month, no doubt about that—probably before. And that gives me an idea. Here's what you do . . ."

*****

Gary Abbott rolled up the Corbett's driveway and into their backyard. Lee-Ann was by the pool and she waved him over, excitement on her face. He walked up to her and, to his surprise, was greeted with a fat, juicy kiss. "Hi honey."

"Uh, hi to you. Mm, that was fun. Want another?"

"Shush you, not yet. First take your shirt off. I want to see his rug I know you've grown." When he grinned and complied, Lee-Ann gave a low whistle. "Gary, how come you haven't started a beard? All the other satyrs wear one."

Gary blushed. "I can't decide what I want. A full bush looks silly on someone as thin as I am. I'd like one sort of like Dad wears but I think it looks better with lots of grey? I tried an iron jaw for that Evil Dark Lord look but dark lords don't have red hair and freckles? A goatee looks like some hick in patched overalls. Maybe a Van Dyke?"




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 08



Lee-Ann put her hands on his shoulders and leaned back arms length, looking at him from one side and then the other. "A Van Dyke? Pointy goatee and handlebar mustache? Good idea! And let your hair grow for that Renaissance Romantic look. Sexy!"

"So what did you want that couldn't be texted?"

"You. Sit down, baby, and I'll explain."

Lee-Ann gave Gary a run-down over the last couple of week's events, that she was changing just like he was, that her mother was delighted and that there was allegedly going to be a Coming Out party. Gary looked dubious but listened politely.

"And ever since Mom started talking about this, I've had this nervous feeling and I think I've finally figured out why. You know how Mom is always playing mind games with everyone?"

"Yeah, and claiming that all she really wants to do is get people to think."

"Well, usually she is. But this time I suspect that there may be some ulterior motive."

"Like?"

"Gary, Mom admitted up front to me that she has the hots for you, just like she does for your dad. She suspects that he feels the same way about me."

"Your—mom?" Two seconds thought made Gary realize the idea was actually intriguing. Amelia Corbett was built even better than most nymphs and had a sultry, honey-like way of talking that raised the neck hairs of any post-puberty male. But his father and his girlfriend? 

"My mom. And your mom and Daddy seem to have an understanding of their own. I began to wonder if maybe this party wasn't so much for us as about us but really for them. Has any nymph ever done a pheromone rush on you?"

"Nope. I'm sure I'd remember if one had."

She slapped the side of his head. "Don't be facetious! And therefore I can presume you've never done it to anyone else, either. Because if you had, you'd have done me, wouldn't you?"

"Well, sure. I mean, I like you a lot, Lee-Ann but I'd be lying if I didn't want into your pants."

"Do you know how to do a pheromone rush?"

"Uh—no."

"And neither do I. That's what makes me suspicious of this party. Imagine, here we are all happy and flirting around and all of sudden Mom rushes you, your dad does me and Daddy and your mom head off for the bushes. I'm sure I'll be happy to yield to your dad and most any other man around but dammit, Gary, I want you to be my first. I was talking to Rosa about the pheromone rush. She says you learn to do it by paying attention to how your body reacts to being aroused. It's something about some little 'tick' and 'tingle' you feel that lets you know you're charged up and you get it by being turned on."

"So?"

"Gary, turn me on."

A slow, lazy grin spread across Gary's face. He took her face in both hands and pulled it to his. The kiss started lovingly and then heated up. Pent up desire suddenly flooded through both teen-agers and they sucked at each other's tongues and lips. Lee-Ann desperately tried to keep track of her feelings but kept losing focus because of what Gary was doing. She felt his hands under her tee-shirt grope her breasts and pinch her nipples. She broke away from him, grabbed the shirt with both hands and stripped it off over her head, panting for breath.

That's when Gary stood up and faced her. He reached down and bounced both globes gently, looking down at her with one eyebrow raised. She undid his pants and taking his massive cock in both hands stretched her mouth around it, sucking the plum of the helmet. As she concentrated on pleasuring him she felt something like a 'tick' and something like a tingle. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and blew into his face. He gasped in surprise and then his eyes took a feral gleam. He, too, took a deep breath and blew into Lee-Ann's face. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, caramel, apple but not really any of them flooded her senses. As Amelia predicted, the heat in Lee-Ann's crotch turned to a blaze. She looked back at Gary's cock. It was purple, engorged with blood and hard as a pikestaff. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen in her life. At once she pushed her shorts down her legs and kicked them across the lawn. She turned lengthwise on the chaise, lifted her legs and, in a voice hoarse with need, growled, "Put that thing in me, Gary, right now!"

His face blazing with lust, Gary scrambled between Lee-Ann's thighs. She reached down, took his giant tool in one hand and put to her pussy. The youth growled and thrust and his girl's eyes popped wide. Huge! My gawd, it's big. I am so stretched, but—it feels so good. Her nails dug into his back and the drove her hips up, taking all of him in at once. Grunting and moaning they pounded each other, skin tingling with electricity and faces that felt like expanding balloons. At last with a groan and a scream they both came and collapsed.

A few minutes later Lee-Ann giggled. "You're still hard."

"Uh-huh."

"Do it again."

"Roll over. I want you doggy style."

*****

After dinner, Lee-Ann was clearing the table when her mother approached with a glass of water in one hand, a pill in the other and a knowing look on her face. "Here."

"What's that?"

"A Plan B, dear. Until you have full control over your fertility, it's best not to take chances. So you two couldn't wait?" The question was accompanied by a wink.

"How . . .?"

"Oh, come on! You've been smiling to yourself all evening and you walk just a touch bow-legged, like you'd been ridden very thoroughly. Now, take the pill."

Lee-Ann complied and then turned a defiant face to Amelia. "No, I couldn't wait. Besides, I wanted to make sure Gary was my first. If I waited until this Coming Out party, who knows who'd have gotten to me while you were seducing my boyfriend behind the pool house?"

"His father—almost certainly. So how was it?"

Lee-Ann blushed. "Pheromone driven, screaming and clawing-at-his back. At least, the first time was. The second was a little more restrained."

"Excellent. Now that that's out of the way we can get down to planning this event. And you are absolutely right; it will be more an initiation than a celebration. I've been talking around and about five of your friends, including dear Gary, of course, are all at about the same stage. I've got some ideas for proper dress for the occasion, Sally Abbott will work her usual magic with the hors d'oeuvres and canapés, your father will tend bar for the adults and we ladies will serve. Afterward we'll be serviced! We're going to have such a wonderful time."

"And I'll like this? You're sure?"

"Honey, as Germaine de Stael so pithily put it, 'The desire of the man is for the woman but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.' Oh yes, you will definitely enjoy it. Right now you are still in transition and a little scared of the idea of so many men wanting you. But in another couple of weeks, when you're completely transformed, having a whole group of men after your body will warm you like an erotic sauna. Trust Mama."

*****

The evening of her Coming Out, her brothers safely stashed at their grandparents, Lee-Ann was once again standing in front of her full-length mirror. As Amelia predicted, the young woman had indeed grown two cup sizes and though her belly remained hard and well-defined, her hips were noticeably wider. 

The track coach had been sympathetic. Lee-Ann's days as a sprinter seemed to be over though she did have an excellent chance at a softball scholarship. At least I can still anchor the shortstop position. Everything has its price, I suppose, and losing the 100m dash in exchange for this body seems worth it.

She turned to where her mother was watching. The older woman's semi-naked figure was even lusher, the globes on her chest not quite as firm, her belly a smooth curve down to her mons. "I guess I'm now luxuriant?"

Amelia smiled benignly. "Oh definitely. The men will be delighted to make your carnal acquaintance, dear. You have developed into just the most toothsome little morsel. Now, you're going to spend most of the night naked so there isn't any sense in covering you up unnecessarily. Here," she handed Lee-Ann a long strip of silk with a twist in the middle. "Pull this up between your legs." She reached around her daughter and fastened a light chain around the girl's hips. Now the silk hung down to brush the tops of Lee-Ann's feet barely concealing her pubic curve and exposing the cleft of her buttocks.

Dark honey curls topped Lee-Ann's head, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She tucked them behind her ears to expose filigreed gold ornaments set with tiny bells that tinkled at the slightest move.

"I was going to have you wear nipple rings too, but they would probably poke into you unless the man took them off. Then they'd get lost so I think it's better to let your figure be its own decoration."

"I could get a tattoo. Not tonight, of course but maybe later?"

"A discreet one, dear. You want subtle ornamentation, not anything that distracts the eye from your natural beauty. Ah, I hear the Abbott's car. Come help lay out the food while your father sets up the bar."

Charles and Gary Abbot unloaded the Suburban, lifting ice chest after ice chest out of the back. They wore matching vests and baggy harem pants showing thick mats of chest and arm hair. Sally Abbott was dressed demurely in a hooded caftan but once all the various trays of food were arranged en buffet, she pulled down the zipper to reveal a vest and harem pants of her own. Hers, however, were gauze. Gary averted his eyes.

Amelia grabbed his ear. "Now, none of that Master Abbott. You know full well your mother is a sexual being, if she wasn't, you wouldn't be here." She grabbed his other ear, pulled her bare breasts against the hair on his chest and shimmied. "And I want you to know that I'm very glad you are here. Now get out of those clothes."

Blushing slightly, Gary slipped off his vest and pulled down his trousers to reveal a satin thong that held his 'package', concealing it while emphasizing its bulk. Amelia licked her lips and Lee-Ann asked her, "Don't I get any time with him?"

"I suspect that you will have to wait until morning, dear. The other ladies will keep him occupied until he just completely runs out of gas tonight. But don't worry; you will have plenty of attention!"

Lee-Ann turned and saw that Charlie was smiling at her. It wasn't quite a leer but left the strong possibility that leering was an option. He held out his arms for her. For just a moment she hesitated but then shrugged and smiled back. Reaching around his neck she brushed her nipples across his chest. "You gonna use me all night, Mr. Ab—Charlie?"

Mr. Abbott ran his palms down the girl's sides and caressed her bottom. "No. After you yield to me, Frank will enjoy you and Mike, Troy and Devon will take their turns just like Gary will have your mother and Heather and Shirley and Chrystal or possibly Kim or Tanya. He probably won't get to all the mothers tonight but before the week is out he'll have taken all of them as well as their daughters, just like Stephan and Lamont will take you—probably repeatedly. They won't be the only ones, of course. You're very desirable, Lee-Ann, and the nice thing about a desirable nymph is that she responds to male desire."

Lee-Ann felt herself responding. Warmth spread through her body bringing a flush to her cheeks. She turned her face away but looked up at him sideways through lowered eyelids.  "It doesn't matter whether or not I want you to have a lot of sex. You're going to. That's what nymphs do—get laid." And now I'm a nymph. I've been laid before but tonight I get laid in earnest—by my friends' fathers! And my boyfriend fucks my mother and all the other mothers—well, some of them. And he can do it because we're all nymphs, now, and he's a satyr and fucking is what we do.

Her reveries were interrupted by the sounds of more cars arriving. Her friends' families entered the backyard fully dressed but shed their cover ups as soon as they were out of public view. The two other girls' outfits matched their mothers though the only thing they had in common was an obvious ease of removal. Stephan and Lamont, like Gary, stripped down at stern looks from their mothers. It appeared that this was party was a chance for the elders to show off their offspring's sexual appeal as much as it was a chance to enjoy it. The younger generation's faces were uniformly flushed though whether from embarrassment or anticipation (or possibly both) was hard to tell.

Everett Corbett poured wine and fruit juice while Sally and Amelia drafted the girls as waitresses. Lee-Ann approached Charlie Abbott with a tray of spring rolls and offered him some. His right hand took a couple and popped one into this mouth but his left snaked around Lee-Ann's back and pulled her tight. He stuck the other snack into her mouth and as she chewed, he ran his hands and forearms sensually across her bare skin. She felt her thighs quiver and would have gasped if her mouth wasn't full. The girl leaned against the older man's chest and she rubbed her face on his neck below the iron grey Franz Josef he wore.

"Soon?" she asked.

"Be patient, Lee-Ann. Go make up to the other men first." He licked the shell of her ear and pulled her hair back for a long, deep kiss.

A wicked thought sprang into her head and she nonchalantly sauntered behind the bar. When his head was turned, Lee-Ann slipped up next to her father and rubbed the side of one breast along his arm.

"Shall I make up to you, too, Daddy?" she asked with mischief in her eyes.

"Don't start something you're not prepared to finish, young lady," Everett growled under his breath. "Playing with pheromones is like playing with fire. You could get burned."

She pulled away with her lower lip stuck out. "I might just want to play with fire," she whispered. "You never know . . ."

The evening wore on. The faintest scent of cinnamon and nutmeg floated through the air. It was barely noticeable but it pervaded the gathering like honeysuckle in a Georgia night. Lee-Ann's skin was flushed, her face tingled and her shoulders itched. I'm so close to orgasm I could probably make myself cum just breathing hard.

"Pant," Charles Abbott's whisper touched her hearing. "Do it. I can tell you're close and it is time."

"But . . ."

"Right now. Right here. Do it. Cum for everyone."

Looking up at him she smiled shyly, lowered her eyes and placidly complied. Lee-Ann hadn't taken two dozen quick breaths before she shuddered and sagged at the knees. "Oh!"

"Again!" Charles commanded and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. Lee-Ann kept panting and the next orgasm was even stronger.

"Ah! Ow!" and she would have fallen had he not held her up. Mr. Abbott pulled her to him as the adults in the group burst into applause.

"Well done, darling," Amelia called out and there were other compliments from the others as well. The younger folk looked at one another in surprise and found themselves in the arms of their friends' parents. Gary looked down at Amelia and gulped as she raised one eyebrow.

"Well? You know what you want. What are you going to do?"

The young man blinked in confusion.

"I'll give you a hint." Amelia reached down and pulled Gary's thong off, freeing his rampant member. She looked at it fondly and gave the underside a few strokes with her thumb. Then she put her arms back around his neck. "Your turn, sweet man."

With a grin, Gary unfastened the clips that held his girlfriend's mother's loincloth in place. It fell to the ground leaving her totally nude.

"That's better." She took him by the hand and led him toward the house.

Lee-Ann felt Charles' hands on her hips. The silk between her legs dropped away and he slipped fingers into her both in front and behind. "Yes," he murmured. "All ready.' His hand took hers. She resisted at first but yielded to the pressure. 

"Where?"

"Why, your bedroom, of course. That's where any nymph should entertain her satyrs."

She looked around. Her father and Sally Abbot were in each other's arms on a chaise longue by the pool, Tanya and May were being led into the pool house and Stephan and Lamont were following the others into the house. The remaining adults were making themselves comfortable on lawn furniture, except for May's father, Mike, who had Lamont's mother, Shirley, on all fours and was enthusiastically pounding her ass.

Charles led her up the stairs and into her room. She looked around at the athletic trophies, the rock star posters, the stuffed animals and the frilly pink everything. "I guess I'll have to redecorate? I mean to match my new status?"

"Why? I think this is endearing. A girl becomes a woman who becomes a nymph. You can add a few things but leave most of this. That pink alligator is especially cute."

He took a full breast in one hand and a firm buttock in the other. "And now, dearest, on your knees!"

She knelt down and began to stroke and fondle his massive scrotum, feeling with awe the ping pong-sized ball testes inside. "Boy, if you're having trouble getting pregnant, he'd sure be the solution." I shouldn't be thinking like this. I'm 'way too young to be thinking about getting pregnant and I really need to focus on Gary, at least for a while. But to have this man's baby—it's so tempting!

Charles' member began to stiffen back up, swelling to the impressive girth normal to the mature satyr. She wrapped her hand as far around it as she could and began to stroke up and down. Opening her jaws wide she took the velvety helmet in her mouth and started to suck, flicking the frenum underneath with her tongue.

"Mmm, that's very good, Lee-Ann. Have you been practicing on Gary or just doing your research?"

The girl looked up with a grin. "You can learn a lot on the Internet. All ready? You feel ready to me." She stood up and crawled onto her bed. "How do you want me?"

"I like missionary, especially for the first time with a new nymph. I like looking you in the eye and watching you watch me." 

He crawled in with her and on top of her. She lifted her knees and hips to give him a better target, felt the blunt end of his manhood touch her sex and then moaned as he entered, distending her love canal with his girth. "Every time your father has me I am amazed." I guess I'll spend the rest of my life being amazed by every man who does me.

Charles began long, deliberate thrusts. It wasn't that he was concerned with the girls pleasure. She had had two orgasms already. Instead it was because like all women she felt tight to him and he was going to milk every bit of pleasure out of her that he could. Otherwise, what would be the point? That's what nymphs do. It's what they're for.

Lee-Ann panted. Whether or not she came might be of little interest to her lover but it was important to her. Fortunately, it was easy and soon she was whimpering and chirping through orgasm after orgasm until they all blended together until with a grimace Charles grunted and shot a load into her.

"Very good, Lee-Ann. I can see you making many, many men very happy." He kissed her tenderly and rolled off. "Now go clean up. Your next lover will be here in a few minutes."

By the time Frank Lopez came to her door, Lee-Ann was cleaned off, moist and feeling languid. She lay on her side, head raised on one hand. She gazed at the man through half closed eyes and ran her tongue tip back and forth across her lips. "Hi, Mr. Lopez. How do you want me?"

The dark-eyed man grinned shiny, perfect teeth in the dim light. "Sweetie, you just get up on all fours and point the fine ass back in my direction. Spread those pretty legs wide. I'm gonna pound you and make your tits swing."

With a lazy smile, Lee-Ann rolled over and assumed the desired position, on her elbows and knees wide. What do I want to bet he buggers me, too? I hope he stretches me out first. Satyrs are all so big! It could really hurt if he wasn't careful. She waved her hips back and forth, temptingly, and then felt his hands on them. Frank rubbed his phallus up and down the cleft of her ass, quickly bringing himself to full erection, and then stuck it in. He hummed happily as he fucked her and she, now exhausted from the previous bout of orgasms put her head down on her arms.  He likes it. I'm just a vessel for male desire, that's what. This must be what placid compliance is all about, contentedly making men feel good. Friendly sex, mom called it. Well, I've had the screaming, back-clawing kind with Gary and his dad so it must be time for this kind too. Mmmm, feels so good!




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 08



Her head came up in surprise when Frank's thumb began to massage her anus. The glands the Trematodae had made grow there were working well and she was juicy and slippery. Lee-Ann started when the thumb slipped inside and began to make circular motions, stretching the muscles all the way around.

"You're going to sodomize me, aren't you, Mr. Lopez?"

"I sure am. It can be a tricky sort of sex, my dear, and shouldn't be left to an inexperienced man to violate you for the first time. You're loosening up nicely." He withdrew his thumb and pushed in two fingers, spreading them apart to further loosen her up. "I think you're ready now, Lee-Ann." The older man withdrew from her and she heard a condom packet being opened. 

Oh gawd, here it comes. Push out, the books say, and take deep breaths. Relax, relax . . . "Ow!"

Lopez stopped moving to let her get used to him. After some seconds he asked, "Better now?"

"I guess. Just go slow. You're so big!"

"Yup. That's what you get with satyrs, dear, stretched out good." He pushed into her slowly until he was all the way in. Slowly, he withdrew and then thrust a little faster. He kept this up until he was slapping against her ass, grunting with effort. Lee-Ann's eyes were like headlights. I don't believe this. I'm actually taking him up my ass just like he was in my pussy. It even feels good, in a kind of stingy sort of way. I could get used to it and I guess I'd better. I wonder how many of the other men are going to want me like this? Frank gave a groan and flopped over, supporting himself on his elbows with the hair on his chest and belly tickling her back.

"Girl, you give a great ride."

****

Three men later, showered and glowing, Lee-Ann came down the stairs and out into the yard. The men were all sitting down, now, with women on their laps, cuddling in the afterglow. Charles smiled and waved her over. She hopped up onto his thighs and leaned against his shoulder, raising her face to kiss his neck and gently nibble his ear. She looked over at her father. Sally was wrapped in his arms, evidently already asleep. She looked around for her mother and saw her, eyes closed, rubbing her face against Gary's.

"Charlie?"

"Mmm?"

"Are we—are we family, the Corbetts and the Abbotts?"

"Uh-huh. But don't tell your little brothers. At their age the idea that somehow they're already destined for Misty would turn them green. But in time I think she'll be delighted to belong to twin satyrs."

"Uh! One is enough for me. At least," she grinned up at him, "one at a time."



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 09



Someone wanted to know what happened to Mizti. Okay, this happened. If you take the time to read this, please vote and you know how I love comments!--VM



"That the one? The little redhead showin' attitude?"

Lee-Ann nodded to the bartender. "That's her, Shelly, the target for tonight. So next time she comes over for a drink, you make sure a squirt from this little bottle goes in, okay?"

The mohawked and pierced woman behind the bar looked dubious. "I'm tempted to say 'no' and give you back the money but maybe you have a good reason for this?"

"It's an intervention. If we don't, she'll turn into her mother, overweight, dried out, overbearing and bitchy. You want to be responsible for that?"

"Uh—no. Little bottle in the drink. You got it."

Earlier that evening Mitzi Forsyth had looked herself up and down in the mirror. She pulled the scoop neck of her sweater down a little more and the waistband of her miniskirt up. With her hair in a page boy bob and knee boots, she was set for Friday night. Damn, girl, you are hot! She was thoroughly proud of herself and, she mused, deservedly so. Most of her old high school gang had all turned mythic—compelling satyrs and placidly compliant nymphs—but not her. Any guy who got into her pants did so because she stalked him, not the other way around. It had not been easy, especially at first, but once she developed the habit of fleeing at the first scent cinnamon, nutmeg and apple floating through the air and staying away from men with full beards and profuse arm hair, young Ms Forsyth had gotten through the summer and into college still 'normal' and still fully in control.

The attitude mystified her friends and they wondered where she got it. Mitzi couldn't care less. She had been the wild child of a rather staid family and now that she was away at college, (to her father's relief and her mother's annoyance), she intended to do just what she wanted. And what she wanted was to play the field and join the hook-up crowd. 

She stepped out into the hall where a small group of coeds was clustered. One of them turned to her. "Hi, Mitzi. We're having a hard time deciding where to go. Right now it's a tie between the ones who want to head to the Shimmering Mink and the ones who just want a bar crawl."

"What's the Shimmering Mink?"

"It's a gay and lesbian bar. The drinks are good, the band is good and you can dance all night without worrying about some Neanderthal hitting on you."

Mitzi curled her lip. "Maria, guys don't hit on me. I hit on them! Any sexual predation in my neighborhood starts with me. But this place does sound interesting. At least I think I can count on there not being any satyrs in the area."

The girls looked at one and other. "You know," Maria spoke up, "I don't think that has ever come up. Just how has the Trematoda affected the GLBT community?"

"So long as they don't try to affect me, I really don't care. I like being 'normal' and I like being in charge!"

Giggling and chattering, the group headed down the hall, down the stairs and into town. At least, most of them did. Tanya Lopez had been leaning on the doorpost of her room taking it all in. As the gaggle vanished down the corridor she pulled out her cell phone and dialed.

"Hey, Tanya."

"Hey, yourself, Lee-Ann. She took the bait."

"Cool. I'll tell the gang. Meet us upstairs at the Mink. I'll get with the barkeep and let her know to be expecting them. She's already got the hypnotic under the bar. Once Mitzi downs it and gets all suggestible, Maria will take her up to the 'banquet' room and the party can begin."

"Chicka-boom, Chicka-boom, don't ya jes' love it . . ."

"You got it Tanya. See you there."

*****

The Shimmering Mink turned out to be an Art Deco building in the old part of town. After falling into disrepair in the mid-twentieth century, it had been lovingly refurbished and was now the social center of the Granite Falls GLBT community. Tonight it was full and rocking.

Mitzi was impressed. "Maria, this is soooo cool! And that band, what do they call themselves?"

"Butter Side Down. Don't ask me why, it's just a name. Usually they're a swing band but tonight it's Oldies Friday so expect Classic Rock."

The women sidled their way over to the bar, picked up some drinks and then worked their way out onto the dance floor. 

*****

Back at the Corbett household Amelia gazed thoughtfully at her daughter's text message. She was somewhat conflicted. While she had grave doubts as to the ethics of forcing Mitzi's metamorphosis into nymph-hood, she knew the Forsyths well enough to understand her daughter's action. Ethel Forsyth was just the kind of strident, bossy woman Philip Wylie had so scathingly depicted in A Generation of Vipers seventy years before. The thought that cute little Mitzi might be headed down the same path was not to be borne. As for her poor husband, Eugene, the man had been so beaten down over the years that "Yes, dear" was almost all that was left of his vocabulary these days. I wonder what the chances of catching him alone are, she mused. Surely they must still have sex at least once in a while. If I managed to surreptitiously implant the flukes in him and he passed them onto her before either of them was aware of it, the neighborhood might have a happier couple—and a more fun one, too. A slow, calculating smile spread across Amelia's features.

*****

Back at the Shimmering Mink Mitzi was sitting at the bar for the fourth time, looking over the drinks list. "What's a Screaming Orgasm—the drink, I mean?"

Shelly looked at her sideways from behind the bar. "It's a layered cocktail with four or five ingredients. Pretty potent."

"Really. How potent?"

"An ounce and half of high octane liqueurs and cream. I have a special version of my own I could make you if you want."

"Very special?"

"Oh, yes. But you have to ask for it."

"Okay, then. Shelly, I would like one of your special Screaming Orgasm's please."

"Just as you say." And with that, all my moral qualms are soothed. She did ask for it, after all, and didn't even ask what made it special.

The pale green hypnotic floated between the Bailey's Irish Cream and the Amaretto. It leant an exotic look to the drink, and the slightest scent of cinnamon and nutmeg. Mitzi took a sip. She had heard that layered drinks were supposed to be drunk one level at a time through the straw. She figured she'd just taste each one in turn but the green level was—different! It made her feel kind of—cozy was the best word she could come up with. Carefully aiming the base of the straw at the green level, she sucked it all out.

On the next stool over Maria almost had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. This was going better than any of them had hoped. Lee-Ann had said that the hypnotic worked fairly fast when consumed with a cocktail and amazingly fast if you took it straight. Mitzi had inadvertently taken it with hardly any mixing at all. All Maria had to do was wait about a minute. So she did.

"Lot of hot-looking guys here, tonight, huh Mitzi?"

Mitzi looked around. She had not thought of them that way but her friend had a point. All the gay and bi-guys did look hot. Even the ones she would normally avoid, the obvious satyrs.

"Yeah, you're right. 'Sa shame they're aren't interested in women."

"We could find some. In fact, I know just where some hot guys who'd be hot for you are, right now. You come with me."

That seemed like a really good idea to Mitzi so she let Maria take her by the wrist and lead her to a screened stairway to the upper floor. Behind them the band struck up Daddy DewDrop's "Boom Chicka Boom."

At the top of the stairs, Lee-Ann met them and kissed each of them on the cheek.

"Here, Mitzi, you need to wear these." She wrapped a sturdy, padded leather cuff around each of the girl's wrists.

"I do?"

"You do."

The two nymphs pulled Mitzi into the room and locked the door behind her. Mitzi looked around in surprise. All her friends from high school were here. And then her eyes widened. All the men had hair to their second knuckles and heavy beards. The women were all suspiciously voluptuous. Her friends were all mythics. 

"What . . .?"

"It's a party, Mitzi," May Ogilvie leered at her, "a metamorphosis party. Your metamorphosis, in fact."

"But—but I don't want to be a nymph!"

"Mitzi," Lee-Ann crooned to her, "we girls were all a posse through high school and we want to stay a posse. We want you to be a nymph with us and the guys just want you. Come over here."

They pulled her to a tall hassock with locking clips in each corner. Pulling her arms down the others snapped her cuffs to them. Now she was helpless and bent over. LaMont McCray undid her skirt and pulled it and her panties off while Garry Abbot attached two more cuffs just above her boot tops. Josh DaVito leaned down, took Mitzi's face in his hands blew long and softly in her face. Pheromones! She knew what he'd done. It was common knowledge these days that if a satyr breathed a strong dose of them into a normal woman's lungs, she was his. Mitzi, resisting as she could, felt the heat grow in her loins. Josh smiled and pulled her sweater and bra over her head.

"Climb up on the hassock, Mitzi, do it."

Resistance was futile. Her legs obeyed as her brain shouted, "NO!" and she heard the clips lock to her leg cuffs. A couple of tugs on the straps and her knees were wide spread.

"What—what are you doing?"

"Hear the music, Mitzi?"

"Boom, Chicka Boom, don't ya jes' love it,

Boom, Chicka Boom, don't you jes' love it . . .?"

"You're the Boom Chick, tonight, Mitzi, the one all the guys have before they start on the rest of us. Three guys at four ejaculations each is twelve loads of cum than need places to go. Chicks have plenty of places and all of yours are going to get used, mouth, pussy and ass, Mitzi. You're going to be so full of Trematoda flukes you'll probably change in record time."

There was a tongue running up and down her pussy spreading the heat from her belly down her legs and making it grow. Josh pulled his face to Mitzi's and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He licked the inside of her cheeks and sucked on her tongue and lips, all the while breathing that fatal combination of cinnamon, nutmeg and apple deep into her nose. 

Mitzi felt her nipples swell and peak, her breasts tingled and grew warm, her face flushed. The tongue circled her anus sending orgasmic spasms wracking through her body, making her cry out and whimper.

"Please—no?" begged the last bit of resistance.

"Too late, Mitzi, the flukes can spread orally. You're already planted. But now—you get fucked!"

Mesmerized, Mitzi watched the other women undress the men and strip down themselves. They plastered their naked bodies against the men's backs, reaching around to stroke mammoth hard-ons. She'd watched enough porno flicks starring nymphs and satyrs to know how the men were hung. But seeing them on video and coming face-to-face with them, expecting to experience them was a whole different thing. She blanched and her eyes widened.

"Too big," she whispered.

"Oh no, baby, not at all too big," Maria ran her hand lasciviously down Lamont's solid cock. "Once this bad boy is inside you, you'll realize that no matter how much sex you've had so far, you didn't know what it's like to get laid until you'd been had by a satyr. Deep throating a monster like this takes practice and care so tonight just suck the helmet. Your pussy and ass, however, will fit just fine!"

"Not my ass, it will hurt!"

"We all think that, sweetie, Tanya murmured, "but we'll help. And in a month, you'll have grown lube glands back there just as good as your pussy's. Then when a guy decides on a little impromptu sodomy, you're good and ready. Now, suck. And remember to swallow."

The huge member loomed before her. Shackled down as she was, Mitzi could only retreat so far and strangely, she felt no compulsion to do so. Yes, it was huge but mostly it was impressive. The purple helmet gleamed in the light of the candles around the room. And wonder of wonders, it smelled good. In fact, it smelled delicious. Mitzi swallowed and opened her mouth as wide as she could and felt it slide in. She sucked on it and stroked the frenum with her tongue. Lamont moaned appreciatively.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You know what I like. Bob that head, girl, yeah, just like that. You gonna make me cum!"

Tanya stroked her hand up and down the shaft, faster and faster. Lamont wrapped his hands around Mitzi's head and clutched her hair, groaning incoherently. It was obvious he was holding back and not shoving his manhood down her throat but little quivers of truncated thrusts made it obvious he wanted to. The others in the group clapped in time to Tanya's strokes singing along as the song played over and over.

"Boom Chick-a-Boom, don't ya jes' love it . . .?"

Finally, with a roar the man fired a load into her mouth and quite a load it was. Mitzi started to gag but remembered what Tanya ordered and swallowed, then swallowed again and again until Lamont stepped back and started to stroke her hair.

"Damn, Mitzi, that's some class A head, you give. If I didn't have other demands on my time," he leered at Tanya, "I might come back for more."

A warm hand stroked her butt. "You're guaranteed to be one of us, now, girl. Don't bother buying new bras when they get tight in about two weeks. You'll just have to replace them again. Besides, we're gonna love watching you bounce. Now, Mitzi baby, you made Lamont feel really good so I'm gonna do the same for you." Josh was fairly purring as he spoke. "Our little boom chick is gonna get boomed like she's never been before an' I know she's gonna jes' love it. See how wet and puffy she is. This is gonna be sweet!"

The hands moved to her hair, clutching and pulling her head up, arching her back. There was a warm, blunt mass at her labia and a thrust.

"Ooh!"

Never in her active sex life had Mitzi ever been penetrated by so large a phallus. It filled her and stretched her and when Josh started to thrust, it hit her in all the right places. For a long while she knelt, eyes closed, pushing back against the trip-hammer slapping against her ass and driving into her snatch. It. Felt. So. Good. She opened her eyes and saw Tanya lying on her back with her knees pulled high and a manic smile on her face as dark Lamont used her ferociously. She looked over at Gary and Lee-Ann. They watched Josh plunder her with conspiratorial smiles and when they noticed that she was looking their way, Lee-Ann produced a tube of slippery lubricant. She popped the cap and squirted a big glob into her hand and spread it all over Gary's cock.

"You feel stretched now? You just wait, Mitzi girl. I'll fix it so you don't hurt any, but Gary's gonna plow that sweet ass of yours. Then he's gonna do mine and then May's and then Maria's. So don't feel abused, honey, 'cause buggery is a game the whole crew likes to play."

Josh started to speed up. He's gonna cum. He's gonna cum in me bareback. I sure hope my Pill is working. It's bad enough I'm going to be forced into being a nymph. I sure don't want to be pregnant. He's gonna make me cum! "Aa-AAh-Ah!" 

Mitzi's head dropped to her forearms and she lay there exhausted. But her head came up sharply when a finger started stroking her anus. Round and round it went and she could feel the gel being rubbed in and then pushed in side. One finger, two fingers, rubbing and spreading—stretching her muscles. Three fingers pushed in.

"Uh?"

"Okay, baby, this is how we do it the easy way." 

Something firm and rounded pushed against her brown eye and started to vibrate. As it buzzed her butt Mitzi felt her sphincters flutter and give way letting the vibrator slide inside.

"And now it gets better," Lee-Ann announced. She started squeezing a bulb and the intruding silicone inflated, still vibrating, widening her nether passage. It felt good, in a strange, perverted sort of way but Lee-Ann pulled it out.

"Okay, honey, fuck that ass!" And Gary was behind her, pushing against her and inside her.

"Hey!"

"Hey, yourself, tight butt. Oh, this is choice," Gary responded, "Lee-Ann, you have rival, whether she wants to be or not. I'm definitely going to get into the new girl a bunch of times coming up,"

So. Full! Mitzi felt like there was a ball-bat up her butt but as Gary drove in and out of her she began to have warm feelings about ball bats. Being stretched, plundered and abused was fun. She wanted him getting into her a bunch of times coming up.

"My place—or—yours?" She panted.

"Hey, I'll share my guy but I want him back when he's done with you, understand?" Lee-Ann grinned. Mitzi was a nymph already. The physical changes would take another month but the attitude had already come around. She watched the sweat drip down Gary's face as he drove to climax and shot a load into Mitzi. Her own anus needed no lubrication so when Gary turned to her with fire still in his eyes, she just threw him a lazy smile and leaned over to put her palms on the floor One numbah one ass-fuckin' coming up.

While three of the women entertained the men, Maria undid Mitzi's cuffs and let her up.

"Ya' done good, Mitzi, for a first time Boom Chick. We take turns gettin' done like this every week or so and it is a ball. But you need to find another satyr for the group, baby. With four women we can pin one in the center and the other three get each guy once more. But with five we really need another stud. No hurry, though. Hey!"

Josh lifted Maria off her feet, and carried her over to a couch. He bent her over the arm and started jamming her from behind. Mitzi looked around. Tanya handed her a box of Kleenex.

"Clean up, honey, you've done your share for the evening. The rest of us will wear the guys out so you can watch, curl up in a chair and snooze or go back downstairs."

"I—I think I'll go get another drink."

She pulled her sweater and skirt back on but left her underwear on the hassock. Once she had another drink she'd come back for them. Wandering just a little wobbly she went downstairs and sat at the bar. When she caught Shelly's eye she uttered a single word.

"Beer."

Shelly slid the mug toward her. "You all right?"

Mitzi took a pull on her brew. "Yanno, I shouldn't be, but actually I am. In fact, I'm better than all right. I usually go out on Friday looking to get laid. Of course, I don't go out looking to get gang-banged by a bunch of my friends but since I did, I'm good." She took another drink. "I didn't want to be a nymph. Ever since I learned what it meant I swore I'd stay 'normal' my whole life. That's gone, now. In a way, it's a relief. Like the other shoe has dropped? I can relax and stop always being aware of smells and the way guys look. Tell me, what's it like for you guys? Do Lesbians gang up on each other?"

Shelly wiped down the bar top. "Not that I've ever heard. But this whole mythic thing—the gays love it. It turns them all into bears and there's nothing a gay guy likes better than a big healthy, hairy bear. But as far as the lesbians? I don't really know. I'm not sure there are any lesbian nymphs. I mean, how would 'placidly compliant' work out for those of us who don't like sex with males?"

"Darned if I know. I'm not even sure how it works out with women like me who would rather be hunters than hunted. I guess I'll be finding out in a month or so."



A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 10



Ms. Mitzi Forsyth
Glamdrang Hall
Lindsey College

From the office of the Provost:

Dear Ms. Forsyth,

The Provost desires a meeting with you Thursday, October 21th at 9:45 a.m.  Please arrive at her office promptly.

Samantha Hecate, 
Administrative Asst.
Pp: Dorothy Estevez



Mitzi sat in the anteroom to the Provost's office twisting a handkerchief nervously.  She kept going over the first month of her college career trying desperately to remember what she could have done wrong.  What could have gone badly enough to get her in sufficient trouble to require the attention of the Provost?  She couldn't think of a thing.  Her grades were acceptable for an entering freshman; her wantonness had been restricted to Friday and Saturday nights leaving Sunday for recovery, and all her homework assignments had been turned in on time—though sometimes by the skin of her teeth.  Why then would the colleges CEO call for her out of the blue?  She had no idea but feared the worst.

At last, the heavy, polished walnut door opened and the Provost appeared.  Dr. Estevez-Eisenhelm's long dark hair was streaked with grey at the temples and there were smile-lines at the corners of her eyes but her skin was remarkable smooth for a woman in her fifties and her figure still turned heads whenever she went out in public.  She beamed at Mitzi, "Do come in, Ms. Forsyth, and have a seat on the sofa."

The Provost's office was opulent to the point of decadence.  If a nineteenth century bordello had been raised to the level of a five star French restaurant, it would look like this room.  Mitzi was surprised to be seated on a plush sofa instead of in a chair at the enormous, green leather-topped desk and even more surprised when the Provost seated herself right beside her.  She reached out and took the young woman's hands.

"Word has come to me that a month ago you were converted to nymph-hood rather against your will?"

"Uh—well, yes, but I'm okay with that now.  I—I don't want to get anyone in trouble."

Dorothy laughed naughtily.  "My dear, given how many reluctant young people I've transformed, I would hardly be inclined to cause your transformers 'trouble'.  I have never heard of anyone who wanted to be changed back, once they discover the delights of mythic life.  No, if you choose to tell me who they were, I will simply send each of them a little note of congratulation, but it isn't necessary that you do.  I simply want to see if there are any questions you have about your new condition."

Mitzi's jaw dropped.  The Provost had induced metamorphosis on reluctant students?  She had abducted and seduced young men and, (by implication,) young women?  Perhaps forcibly?  The idea was incredible but the gleam in the older woman's eyes left no doubt.  Dorothy Estevez-Eisenhelm was a sexual predator of a sort that made the pre-mythic Mitzi Forsyth seem a rank amateur.

"Uh—well, Dr. Estevez I always preferred to be in control?  I used to go to bars to pick up men, not get picked up?  But the way I understand it now I'll just placidly comply with any guy who wants me?  And that's—that's so unsatisfying!"

"Ah!  Poor little nymph, you have misunderstood.  If a man wants you and you have nothing pressing you need to do, you will contentedly acquiesce to his lusts.  However, if you are busy, you simply tell him so and he will go away.  Not that he won't try again later—it becomes quite a fun game for a persistent satyr in pursuit of a teasing nymph but unless you're free, you get left alone.

"On the other hand, if you happen to swing by a likely bar and see some young chap who looks like he would be great fun between the sheets, all you need to do is sit down close to him and when he isn't looking your way, puff a shot of pheromones in his direction and in about two or three minutes he will be yours to play with."

"Really?  He will?"

"Mm-hmm.  He will happily do anything you want and let you do anything you want.  I've pegged Senators and Congressmen, had governors and legislators spend hours eating me, and used a riding crop on the Brazilian Chief of Mission—among others.  It's great fun.  You want to be a dominatrix, you can.  You want to be seduced and ravished, you can.  There is nothing about being a nymph that forces you to surrender control over your sex life.  It simply enhances and expands it.  Now, undress."

"What?"

"I said undress.  I am a connoisseur of the human form, Ms Forsyth, both male and female.  I want to see how you've developed, now that your metamorphosis is complete.  Take it off.  Take it all off."

Surprised but obedient, Mitzi stood up and stepped out onto the center of the carpet.  She pulled a nearby chair close and stripped off her sweater, the tee shirt underneath, and the bra she bulged out of just a bit.  Leaning on the chair, she undid her boot laces and kicked off her Doc Maarten's, pulled off her socks and shimmied out of her Levi's and thong.  In each case she hung her clothing on the chair and once she was completely naked tried to cover herself with her hands.

"Ah-ah!  No, you don't young lady.  Shyness does not become a nymph.  Your body is your main weapon against the world, now, and you need to learn to make use of it.  Come here."

Mitzi took a couple of hesitant steps forward as the Provost rose to her feet.   The older woman reached out and softly ran her fingers around the girl's nipples.  It was like touching a light switch.  Electricity shot from the stiffening nubs straight down Mitzi's body and set off tingles in her sex.  

"I'm sure these were quite nice before, my dear, but now they are wonderful.  Look how big and yet how firm they are.  But," she took each breast in a hand and squeezed, "they still have the lovely texture of the natural boob.  I'm sure the cosmetic surgeons are most put out."  She leaned forward and blew gently into Mitzi's face, a cloud of cinnamon, nutmeg, apple and something unidentified.  "Have you ever done a woman, Ms. Forsyth?"

"N—no, but I guess if you want . . . ."

"Some other time, Ms. Forsyth, however . . . ," she walked to her desk and pushed the intercom button, "Samantha, please come in here—and bring your harness."

Ms. Hecate slipped inside the big doors, a velvet bag in her hand, turned and locked it behind her.  She smiled in anticipation at Mitzi and shucked her tailored suit, opened the bag and took out a black leather harness and a big, thick, black silicone dildo.  As she buckled it on, licking her lips at the naked freshman, she asked, "Is this to be a performance or will you be participating, Provost?"

"Just a performance, Samantha.  Give the girl a good pounding while I watch.  I'm especially interested in her facial expressions and how her body responds.  Ms. Forsyth, if you will be so good as to bend over that chair?"

Amazed at her own willingness, Mitzi turned and put her forearms on the chair back and leaned her forehead on them.  She spread her feet and arched her back.  She could feel the juices running and was surprised that they seemed to be seeping from her anus as well as her sex.  The Provost ran fingers up and down Mitzi's rapidly swelling labia and then in circles around her brown eye.

"Excellent, Ms. Forsyth.  You are already aroused fore and aft.  It shows me that you are now a fully developed nymph, responsive and placidly compliant, as you should be.  Samantha, you have about ten or twelve minute before Ms. Forsyth has to leave for class so fuck and bugger her well.  I'll tell you when to stop."

Mitzi felt the bulbous end of the dildo press against her pussy and then, with a sudden thrust, it was inside.  She moaned.  Only ten or twelve minutes?  Maybe she could come back after classes . . . ."

*****

Lee-Ann, Maria, Tanya and May lay slouched and sprawled, around various parts of Mitzi's dorm room, listening in wonder as she recounted the morning's lechery.  When she was finished, Lee-Ann finally shut her gawping mouth and said, "Let me get this straight.  The Provost, the most important individual on campus, the one with the big office and multiple doctorates, the one everyone in town reveres, called you in, made you strip down and watched while her A.A. fucked you with a strap-on?  And said she thought we should be congratulated for transforming you, even though you didn't want to be?"

"Uh-huh."

Tanya butted in, "And how do you feel about that?"

"Was—it was fun.  The only thing wrong was she stopped so I could get to my next class.  I—I asked if I could come back some time."

"And what did she say about that?" May really wanted to know.

"She laughed.  Then she said it would probably be better if I came over to her house some evening, and brought my friends."

"What, all of us?   The guys, too?"  Maria was incredulous.

"I don't know.  I guess.  I mean, she's been married for twenty years and has four kids so she must like guys as much as she likes chicks.  I suppose I could ask." 

The room fell silent in thought.  The girls looked at one another quizzically and then broke into grins.  The others turned to Mitzi, "Good idea.  Do that.  It has a certain—allure." 

*****

Friday night.  Mitzi pulled knee-high black boots over skin tight black jeans.  She started to put on her bra but thought better of it and pulled down a cowl-neck black sweater over her bare skin.  She stood in front of her mirror and shimmied.  Cashmere brushing her bobbing breasts was exciting and made her nipples stand up through the knit.  Oh, yeah!  Putting a black beret on top of her auburn page-boy and wraparound dark glasses over her eyes she made one last check in the mirror.  "He will happily do anything you want and let you do anything you want," the Provost has said.  It was time to give that little idea a test drive and she knew just the place to run it.

The Granite Falls Geekery was a cyber café halfway between the campus and the part of town that had become gentrified, clubby and full of young singles in search of one other.  It was unlikely that anyone frequenting the Geekery on Friday night even knew that the Shimmering Mink existed.  

In today's world most mythics weren't made anymore.  They inherited the Trematoda flukes from their mothers at birth and just matured into nymphs and satyrs so a certain number of them were only potentially lusty and lubricious.  And of course, there were those members of the new minority, the 'normals'.  Mitzi stood in the doorway of the café' and paused for effect.  As she expected, no one even looked up from the keyboards.

She accepted an espresso from the barista and began to prowl around the room.  Mitzi carefully inspected the men's fingers.  Anyone who lacked hair on the second knuckle would almost certainly be a 'normal'.  But it seemed there were none tonight.  A young man with a neat Van Dyke and blond hair curling up over his button down collar caught her eye.  Moving unobtrusively, she maneuvered to where she could see his monitor.  Aha!  Lara Croft: Tomb Raider.  Perfect.

The redhead sat down at the next table and sipped coffee while the object of her attention feverishly worked the keys.  There was an obsessive light in the man's hazel eyes and small beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead.  Mitzi nodded to herself. He's in love with Lara.  Swashbuckling, mistressful, dominant—she's what he dreams about.  I'll bet that's the only game he plays and I'll bet he spends his whole weekend here playing.  I should be ashamed of myself.  This is going to be too easy.

Mitzi focused on the blond fellow's knuckle hair, the curve of his ass when he leaned forward over the keyboard, the cut of his beard and those wonderful, wonderful eyes.  She felt her own desire rise, the heat in her belly growing and spreading.  She licked her lips and imagined just what kinds of things she would do to him, what she would make him do to her.  When he turned from the game momentarily and picked up his coffee cup, now grown cold, Mitzi took a deep breath and blew in his direction.  She looked down at her watch.  Two to three minutes the Provost said . . .

Chester Brand grimaced as he drank the tepid brew, but as he returned to his game he looked up in surprise.  A strange, exotic aroma came out of nowhere surrounding him in a cloud of tantalizing sensuality.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to smile at the wonderful sensations the scent of cinnamon, nutmeg and apple brought.  When he opened them, he found himself starring into the piercing blue eyes of a young woman with an astonishing figure.  She raised one eyebrow and smiled back at him the way a cat smiles at a canary.  Mitzi fluidly rose and pulled her shoulders back, like a cobra rising and spreading its hood.  She stepped forward.

"Hello, my name is Dark.  You look lonely.  What's your name?"

"Ch—Chester?  Chester Brand?  Uh, I usually go by Chet?"

"Chester . . . ," Mitzi rolled the name around her tongue, tasting the sound of it.  "That's a solid, reliable name, Mr. Brand.  A man with a name like that might find girls wanting to follow him home, maybe stay a while."  She leaned her hip against his shoulder.  "Doesn't that sound like a good idea?"

Chet kept stammering, "I—I live about two blocks away.  M—my roommate's gone for the weekend."

Mitzi smiled wider.  "Ooo, only two blocks away.  That's close.  I like close."  She tilted her head questioningly and once more lifted the fatal eyebrow.

Chester did manage got get his laptop shut down and unplugged without damage.  He stuffed everything into his backpack while Mitzi slowly pulled a full messenger bag up off the floor and slung the strap over her shoulder.  She blew him an air kiss and stepped toward the door.

When Chester caught up with her on the sidewalk, Mitzi clung to his arm with both hands and pressed herself tight against his side.  She rubbed her face on his sleeve with her eyes closed and a happy smile on her face.  Glancing up, she saw that his eyes had grown wide in astonishment at the sudden turn his evening had taken.  She snickered internally.  Things were not going to go the way he probably imagined but she had no doubt he would remember tonight fondly.  First class sex tended to stick in the mind.

As they neared his apartment, Mitzi looked up again and asked, "You really like Tomb Raider, don't you?"

"It's my favorite game."

"We could play our own game.  You could be the captive archeologist and Lara could rescue you.  Of course, you would have to 'reward' her and show your gratitude in some appropriate way, yanno?"  She bumped her hip and ground it against his. "She'd probably be really happy about that."

Inside Chet's apartment, Mitzi ran her hands up under the man's shirts and tugged teasingly at the mat of hair beneath.  She pursed her mouth into a tiny smile and said, "Lara can't very well rescue you if you aren't tied up, Chester.  Let's get this off.  Then you can lie down on the bed and we can set up the game."

Much later, Chester shook his head at how gullible he'd been.  He'd let a girl he knew nothing about and who he had never seen before tie him to his bed and start stripping off his clothes.  It was pure good luck she wasn't a serial killer or something.  But that night, with his wrists tied together and to the headboard and one ankle tied to the footboard it seemed perfectly natural.  He watched eagerly as Mitzi slithered out of her clothes and tried to wrap his one free leg around her while she slowly rubbed her torso all over his.

"You know," she said looking at him speculatively, "I can't very well rescue you from torture and abuse when you haven't had any.  I think I'll abuse you just a little, maybe tease and frustrate you?  I think that would be fun."  And with that, she skootched down his body and ran her hands over his outsized cock and balls.

It was all she could do to hold both testes in one hand and getting her mouth around the helmet of his cock took effort.  She started with licking and stroking.  The response was quick and when he was fully erect and solid Mitzi wrapped her lips around it and began to suck while stroking up and down the shaft with both hands.  Now and again she would break off and suck on his scrotum, pulling one or the other ball in to her mouth and running her tongue all around it.  Chet groaned and grunted with pleasure.  If this was torture and abuse, who would want to be rescued?  After a long time Mitzi began to suck and bob her head, stroking in earnest.  Chet's body stiffened.  He arched his back.  Mitzi closed her teeth just a little and took him in as far as she could just as his salty eruption jetted down her throat.  Once, twice, three and then four times he came but, as satyrs will, he remained hard.

Mitzi licked her lips.  "Good one, my man, but I'll bet you've got a few more in there.  Now, however, it's your turn!"   She straddled his face and grabbing him by the hair pulled his mouth to her pussy.  "Put that tongue to work, mister, and suck hard!  Oh, yeah, like that.  I'll give you just two weeks to cut that out."

Several orgasms later, Mitzi crawled off her captive and got a face cloth from the bathroom and cleaned his sopping whiskers and kissed him thoroughly.

"Oh Chester, you make such a wonderful captive.  It's almost a shame I'm supposed to let you go—so I think I'll wait just a little more.  Now, that was one for you and one for me so it must be my turn again."

She swayed over to her bag and pulled out a black leather and chrome harness with a big, shiny ring over her pussy.  Chet started to worry.  She spent a few minutes fussing and adjusting until she was completely satisfied then reached back into the bag and pulled out a massive double-ended dildo.  Mitzi undid the ring, slid the shorter end of the silicone cock inside herself and pulled the ring over the long end and snapped it back in place.  She gave Chester an evil grin.

"Hey, you –you aren't going to stick that . . . ?"

"Of course I am."  She leaned over him, pulled up his leg and ran her fingers around his anus. "See how slippery and juicy you are?  Just like I get.  In fact, I get juicy in both holes.  And since you're gonna put your monster in one of mine, I'm putting my monster in yours.  I'll bet no chick has ever done you like this, has she?"

"N-no."

"You'll be surprised.  The first time a satyr got ready to bugger me I was terrified but it really felt good.  And now that I'm transformed, it feels even better.  And what this thing does you your prostate, you gotta feel to believe."  

She pulled his free leg up and stuck her shoulder underneath it, reached down and began to comfort and to caress his manhood.  He whimpered.  She dripped a little lubricant on her palms, grabbed his phallus with both hands and squeezed tight as she stroked him up and down.

"Like that?  Imagine that's my butt, Chester, all tight for you.  I might even squeal."  She pushed his knee up to his chest and slid forward, put the tip of her dildo against his ass and pushed.

"Ah-aa!"

"Relax, baby, relax, relax.  Deep breaths.  Better?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Good captive.  Now move with me."

Chester had never felt anything like it in his life.  Squeezed in front and plundered behind, any control he thought he had went out the window and in only a few minutes he came, again in great spurts, all over his chest and belly.

"Good one!"  Mitzi cleaned him up again and then, slowly and teasingly, she undid his bonds.  He struggled to set up and she plopped herself on his lap.  "There.  Lara's freed the poor captive and he gets to give her any kind of reward he wants, anywhere he wants to.  You've got two more shots to go, I think.  You want 'em both in one hole or one in each?"

He growled in reply.  "I want that hot ass of yours, Dark, and I'm gonna pound you like you did me!"




A Treat Turns Tricks Ch. 10



"Oh, you can pound harder than that.  And by the way I was teasing, Mr. Brand.  My real name is Mitzi, Mitzi Forsyth.  But you can call me Dark if you want.  I've always wished my parents had named me that."

She rolled over onto her hand and knees, spread her thighs as far as they would go (while hoping Chet would push them just a touch farther and up the sensation), arched her back and rested her face on her crossed forearms.  She waved her ass just a little in encouragement.  That was all the man needed.  Her anus, glistening with secretions, shone up at him.  Snarling softly he put the head of his cock against it and wrapping a hand around each of her hips thrust hard.   Mitzi felt her anal sphincters give way; stretching suddenly and painfully and his supra-human cock drove deep inside.  She squealed at the shock and then giggled.

"Ooo, all at once?  Naughty Chester, you're supposed to be gentle when you buttfuck a lady."

"You're no lady."

"Got it in one, dude, I'm a demanding bitch who deserves spankings, pinches, hair-pulling and having a giant satyr cock shoved up my ass.  Now quit talking and fuck."

She felt one of his hands clutch her hair and pull her head back and up.  The other smacked hard on one buttock and then pounded out a rhythm to match the rutting thrusts in and out of her butt.

Oh, yeah, he's got it right.  The guy's a top-and-bottom switch, just like I am—amenable one minute and demanding the next.  Damn, he hits hard!  My butt is going to be so red . . .

Without knowing it, Chester was working himself into a hypnotic trance.  The rhythm and the smacking sounds were like the bells and drums shamans used in their rituals.  He lost any sense of time until finally Mitzi reached down between his legs and stuck her finger up his anus.  That broke the spell and sent him jetting a hot load into her.  Shaking and gasping for breath, he released his hold and backed away to collapse in a nearby chair.  There he sat, blinking and panting.

Gingerly, Mitzi stood up, her face one giant grin.  She walked over to the closet door and turned to look at her glowing, hot bottom.

"Dude," she said with a grimace, "you may be hard to turn on but when you get up, you get all the way up."  She walked over next to him and turned around.  "Rub my butt, Chet, make it tingle.  No, not just a little, harder and all over.  Feel the heat?  You did that, you know.  No one's ever done me like that before.  Mmmm, that was fun.  Now, you've got one more orgasm coming.  Want me to suck you off?  You made me too sore to fuck."

Chester shook his head.  He stood up and wrapped Mitzi in his arms, squeezing her tight.  "Want to spend the night?" he asked, "I make a mean omelet.  Then we can start over again, if you're not too sore."

She buried her face in his chest hair and rubbed the top of her head on his chin.  "Yeah, I'd like that—the part about spending the night and the omelet.  Starting over?  Well, that will depend on how I feel in the morning.  But if I'm too sore, I give great head.  I've got affidavits."  Mitzi leaned her head back, closed her eyes and pursed her lips.  He turned out to be a good kisser, too.



A Treat Turns Tricks



"And on that subject," Harold had swallowed the bite of sausage he was chewing and put down his utensils, "Aren't you due for breeding? And has Teddy told you who the stud will be?"

"It's you, dear. That's why you're going to shag me repeatedly this afternoon. I ovulated this morning."

Harold's eyes lit up and he sat up straighter.

"This afternoon, Harold. We need to finish brunch and then I need to take Chrystal out costume shopping. I think something low-cut and diaphanous is in order, something that will make the Medievalists want to tear it off her. Now finish eating, Chrystal, we have a big day ahead."

*****

The nearby costume stores were a great disappointment so the two women turned to the Glistening Cucumber, the local lingerie and adult toy store. In a dressing room Chrystal viewed her image in the mirror. Since 'low-cut and diaphanous' wasn't available this year, her aunt had settled upon lime green thigh boots with three inch heels and a matching leather and nickel harness that lifted her breasts and pressed into her pussy. 

"And of course when the men are ready to make use of you, the crotch strap snaps off and they can have at it. Now, let's put this burgundy hooded cloak over the top. Button the front, Chrystal and put your hands through the slits. Perfect. Now you can dine discretely until it's time to become the dessert. Just step up onto your chair and onto the table and throw off the cloak. After that, you should be far too busy to think about much." Marilynn was leering at the thought.

Chrystal kept looking at herself. "Aunt Marilynn, you used a phrase—placidly compliant. That's kind of the way I feel right now. Is that how the rest of my life is going to go?"

Her aunt's leer turned thoughtful. "Pretty much. Last week your friend Benson brought up a cart full of reference books I'd requested. He wheeled them into the office and then looked at me with his head cocked to one side. He told me I had one of the finest asses he'd ever seen on a tenured professor and asked if I'd mind bending over the desk so he could see if it felt as good as it looked. Of course I was flattered and since something like that happens nearly every day I stay prepared. I handed him a condom and a tube of hot lube from my desk drawer and then I took off my skirt, slip and panties, bent over the desk and spread my cheeks for him. Was I hot? No. Was I willing? Of course. A man wanted me and I had nothing pressing to do at the time so I gave myself to him. It was fun for both of us."

"As simple as that? Don't you ever get horny anymore?"

"I most certainly do. Placid compliance doesn't negate lust, young lady, as Mr. Murphy discovered two weeks ago. He thought he was being called up on to wait tables at the Soroptimist Meeting in the Faculty Club. Imagine his surprise when he found himself on the receiving end of a half dozen women with strapped on dildoes instead! When you're hot, you're hot but when you're not, you still say 'yes'. And you enjoy it. That's how our lives go."

A man wanted her and she had nothing pressing to do so she gave herself to him. And she likes doing that. Why if Benson said that to me, I'd—I'd—I guess I might just do the same. Note to self, start carrying condoms and KY jelly in my purse. 

For some reason the jovial face of Dean Tolliver formed in her mind. In public he was ever the image of the respectable academic administrator but occasionally Chrystal would swear she had caught him looking at her with a very appraising expression. Of course, once he saw her returning the glance, he returned immediately to his normal avuncular self. 

And now I'm 'initiated' into the club. The Medieval Convocation gets me tonight; Uncle Harold wants me day after tomorrow. Why do I have this feeling I'll be invited into the Dean's office on Monday for some 'consultation'. And down in the faculty club basement Teddy said we will have fun together again. She shivered in anticipation.

*****

At the Convocation that night, Chrystal bit into a roast goose leg and felt the warm grease dribble down her chin. Forks, it turned out, were a post-Medieval invention forcing her to consume the rich, delicious meal with her fingers and a spoon. She liked the idea and decided that she liked her dinner companions, too. The men on either side of her turned out to be charming in a twinkly sort of way, erudite and chatty. Their double entendres kept her giggling and the hot spiced wine warmed her doubly. As the evening wore on she found herself glancing at their hosieried crotches. Could those bulges be natural and not the result of well-padded codpieces?

That afternoon Aunt Marilynn had insisted that her niece model the outfit for Uncle Harold. It was a bit mean, the girl thought, given that he would not be allowed to touch her until after she was recovered from the Convocation but perhaps the idea was to make sure he was properly prepared to service his wife. Chrystal suspected that it was and if so, it worked. Harold's response when she unbuttoned the cloak and let it drop to the floor was almost instantaneous and the bulge in his trousers was impressive. The man swallowed hard, turned to his wife, lifted her to his shoulder and carried her shrieking into the study. The door slammed behind them and that was the last she saw of either of them for the next two hours.

When Marilynn emerged it was obvious that she had tried to straighten up a little but she was still disheveled, heavy-lidded, flushed and breathless.

"Oh! I have been so had!" She breathed heavily for a moment before continuing; "Now I'm going to shower and change. You are going to use an enema and shower and then get back into that wonderfully scandalous outfit and make up your face. When we're both done, I'll take you to Benchley Hall where they hold the Mock Sabbath. Mingling and dinner should take about an hour. There will be a short rest period before the orgy starts and everyone will probably be exhausted by around ten-thirty or eleven. Everyone else will be at the Faculty Club, except for Harold and I of course, and they will probably still be at it hammer and tongs until midnight. So, how do you get home? You don't. The Treats, as we call younger women, go down to the basement and get clean again. There is a small dormitory for you to sleep in and we will pick you up in the morning."

"And then I take some aspirin and go back to bed?"

"After breakfast, you do whatever feels best. My suspicion is that you will be slightly bruised about the pussy, stretched in the backside, sore in the throat and you may have some painful muscles from being plundered in novel positions. I should think that a long soak in a hot bath followed by a day of languor will be what you need but only you will be able to tell. That's what I did the first time they had me. The second time was no problem. Exercise makes us stronger."

Now, clean and fresh inside and out, Chrystal pondered the upcoming hours. Though she had heard nothing during her aunt and uncle's tryst that afternoon because the cottage was solid and the door was thick, her imagination had run wild. When looking down her now permanently smooth body in the shower she saw engorged nipples and swollen labia. Her belly tingled and her thighs felt soft and trembly. The feelings endured through the ride to Benchley Hall, through the glasses of dry sherry that accompanied introductions and now that dinner was coming to an end, they grew stronger.

"Tell me, Dr. Pitchgiver, when do the rituals start?"

Dr. Pitchgiver, a balding young man with a sandy mustache, started and looked at her in confusion. Recovering, he responded, "Oh, there aren't really any rituals. There may have been some back in the Twenties, under the influence of Alistair Crowley, perhaps, but nowadays the Mock Black Sabbath is no more than a pretext to eat things we shouldn't, to drink more than is good for us and to relentlessly plunder attractive young women. I presume you're looking forward to it?"

"I—I'm not sure I exactly looking forward to being 'relentlessly plundered', Dr. Pitchgiver, but I am horny. Multipotent men are something new to me but Teddy's 'modifications' seem be taking effect so I'm not against it. I guess I'll just placidly comply while all you nasty, lustful men use me every which way you want."

"Most satisfactory!" Professor Von Stuellen sat on Chrystal's left. He reached over and gave her thigh a squeeze and ran his hand up her belly to palm a breast. "Much as I appreciate a truly lustful woman who wants me as badly as I want her, there is something terribly appealing about one who is content to be a vessel for male desire. My only question is does Teddy know this somehow, and program you darlings accordingly or did he instill it with that chemical brew he injects into us. It is an unanswerable puzzle."

Chrystal returned the squeeze and took the opportunity to pat his crotch. No padding there, as far as she could tell. Apparently Teddy made physical modifications to the men as well as chemical ones. It was a good thing she had liberally lubricated her anal opening. If the rest of the men were as large as the ones on either side of her, and she was sure they were, she would, as her aunt predicted, be well-stretched in the backside. The warmth in her abdomen increased and spread.

Across the table from her Marsha Trujillo smiled benignly down at the two men who had scooped her breasts out of her peasant blouse and were industriously sucking the nipples. Farther down, Sonya Huan's seatmates' heads were back and their eyes were shut. That neither of her hands was visible was a probable cause. Chrystal put down the bone and dabbed her lips with the tablecloth. Waiters appeared to lift away the tables and carry themout leaving only the celebrants padded benches in the hall. Pitchgiver and Von Stuellen stood.

"Don't move, dear, we're just going to get a bit closer to the hearth." They picked the bench with Chrystal still sitting on it and carried it much closer to the glowing coals. Soon all the Treats were within the circle of firelight. 

Chrystal turned to the woman nearest to her, an assistant professor with light smile lines and a touch of silver at her temples. "Is it time for dessert?"

The older woman nodded in answer and stood up. She raised her hands over her head and the man behind her bent down, grasped the hem of her gown and whisked it off and tossed it aside. He pressed himself against her now naked body and took her breasts in his hands. At the same time, the other man undid his doublet, took it and the shirt underneath off and pushed his hose down to his ankles. He grasped the woman's calves and the two of them picked her up and laid her on the bench. She lifted spread knees and beckoned the naked academic between them. The dessert course was well begun.

Chrystal lowered her chin and glanced at her seatmates through fluttering eyelashes. "And now I'm to be plundered?"

Seeing their answer in broad, lascivious grins, she stepped up onto the bench. Teetering on the spike heels she turned to flair the cloak and to make sure she had an audience, then unfastened the clasps and let it drop in folds around her. The room rang with applause while she posed just long enough for Dr. Pitchgiver to wrap his arms around her thighs and sling her over his shoulder. Hanging head down she was surprised to feel a sloppy wet tongue run over her labia and then probe inside her. Fingers rimmed her anus and there was a satisfied grunt from their owner when he found her very well lubed and slippery. The licking turned to sucking, making Chrystal squeak and moan until within just a few minutes she was crying out in ecstasy.

He put her down and turned her to face the bench.

"Bend over and spread your feet."

Chrystal complied gracefully, placing her palms on the cordovan leather. Professor Von Stuellen tore off his robe, dropped his hosiery and took her hair in both hands. Obediently she opened her mouth, eyes wide at the size of the member she was about to pleasure. At the same time there was a blunt form pressing her pussy and slipping inside. There could be no doubt. While a single man so well equipped might occur in a group the size of the Convocation it was most unlikely that all of them would be, naturally. Teddy had indeed 'modified' the men. When Von Stuellen's manhood penetrated her mouth, Chrystal swallowed hard and felt him plunge down her throat. With a growl, he pistoned in and out, just as Pitchgiver was doing behind. The girl was spitted like a roast. Plundered, indeed!

Breathing between thrusts needed concentration but the pounding Pitchgiver was doing behind distracted the girl. Fortunately, Von Stuellen withdrew and went to the woman next to them and started over. Pitchgiver also withdrew and lay down on the bench. 

"Sit on it," he commanded, "you did such a good job getting your ass ready I'm going to buttfuck you a good one. Come girl, impale that ass!"

She straddled the man, facing his feet. Lowering herself, she felt him guide his great cock to the edge of her anus. She took a breath, bore down and lowered herself onto him. It was hard. Even slippery as she was her muscles refused at first to give him entry but he was pulling on her hips and there was nowhere else for his member to go but into her brown eye. At last she yielded with a squeal and the sphincters stretched beyond normal. Pitchgiver stopped, waiting for the pain to subside and then, as she arched her back encouragingly, pulled her all the way down. Chrystal gasped.

"Lay back on me, Treat, and raise those lovely boots. Wider!"

Another man appeared between her thighs. His cock still dripped cum from his last conquest and now he shoved into her waiting pussy. Chrystal's eyes grew wide.

"Full—sooo full!" Even Teddy's double penetration hadn't felt like this. Both men started to move. She was held tight between them both inside and out. Giving up any control, she released herself to their lust; listening in pleasure to their moans and grunts and feeling their hands grope and clutch her in passion. With simultaneous growls they shot their loads into her, paused for breath and let her go. 

No sooner was Chrystal released from that pair than another lay hands on her. One man lifted her off her feet and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, lowered her onto his waiting cock. Then he wrapped his arms tight around her as his partner entered the girl's now relaxed asshole. Again she was full beyond experience, bouncing up and down on the paired organs until they too spurted copiously into her waiting body.

And so the night wore on. The men moved from woman to woman and back, fucking mouths, butts and pussies indiscriminately and repeatedly. It all became a blur to Chrystal and probably to all the others as they lost themselves in the fury of the orgy. At last, when all were spent, the Treats toweled off and blearily descended to the basement baths and dormitory and from there to blessed oblivion.

*****

November 1st was a Saturday so Chrystal was unsurprised to find her aunt sitting in the sun room reading the paper when she descended the stairs just before noon.

"Good morning, dear, since is still morning. Are you sure you want to be up and around so soon?"

"I got bored in bed, Auntie. I'm not as sore as I was afraid I would be so I decided to get up."

"Ah, not so sore after all? That's very good. It shows you will adjust to life at Benthamsthwaite very quickly. Not everyone does. It took poor Geneva Chambers over a year to get from passively compliant to placidly compliant. There is a big difference, you know. But now she has a dear little girl for her doting husband to spoil, tenure and a growing reputation in her field so it has all come out well."

"Where's Uncle Harold?"

"Probably at the library. Why?"

"Well, I know he wants to commit incest with me and, as you said, since I haven't go anything pressing I thought I'd let him have me. But I guess I'll wait until he gets home."