2 comments/ 42215 views/ 23 favorites Better than Dead By: ArtyGee I appreciate all constructive comments and suggestions from other authors and readers.Of course this kind of transformation is not possible, it is erotic fiction after all. Allen: As I look back on the series of events that brought me here, I cannot see how I had any options, but Ralph (he makes me call him Ralphy now) says every choice I made was the one I wanted. It all started just over a year ago when I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of melanoma and was told I only had a few months to live. Of course I was devastated. I was an otherwise healthy male, only 35 years old, I ate right, worked out regularly, drank only socially, and very rarely used recreational drugs. Now it wouldn't be long before I was dead. Ralph was an old college chum who at that time worked in the R&D department of a major pharmaceutical firm. After the diagnosis, I asked him if there were any cutting edge treatments or clinical trials going on at his company, that I might sign up for, in hopes of living a bit longer. His initial response was that there were none, but after a long pause, he suggested that there was a long shot, a very early genetic engineering experimental treatment, that might be worth a try. "After all", he said, "When the alternative is dead what have you got to lose?" I told him to check it out and sign me up if there was any chance of receiving the treatment. A couple days later, Ralph called me to say he had great news. The treatment could be made available to me if I was willing to sign a full release protecting the company and its employees from damages if things went wrong, and giving them rights to publish the results if everything was successful. To say that I was ecstatic would be a gross understatement, and after a cursory glance at the papers, I signed. In retrospect, I should have been aware of several strange circumstances surrounding this treatment, but when the alternative is death, moving ahead quickly seems the only choice. It was the following Tuesday night that Ralph picked me up and drove me to the lab. I asked why we were doing this at night, and why the place seemed so deserted but Ralph said it was the only available lab time on such short notice. Two lab techs, John and Bill, were waiting for us in the lab when we arrived. This put me at ease, since I had met them both different times when Ralph hosted Super Bowl and World Series parties, and they had always seemed to be good guys. After greeting the two men, Bill explained that the treatment was a new development in genetic engineering. I was to be infected with a virus which carried a cancer free genetic code, which would replace my current damaged genes. It seems strange now, that I never thought to ask where the new genetic code came from, but I trusted Ralph to save my life and it never occurred to me to question his methods or motives. John helped me get settled on the gurney while Bill and Ralph prepared the IV bag. Bill said there would be 3 bags of IV and that there would be some discomfort during the process. He suggested that it would be best if I would allow him to administer a sedative and I agreed. The last thing I recall was Ralph saying "Don't worry Allan, after this treatment you'll be in great shape in no time." which caused the other two to chuckle. I woke up in the spare room at Ralph's condo and was very disoriented until I recalled that Ralph had suggested that I stay with him while the treatment progressed. Luckily, Ralph's girlfriend Abby had just lost her apartment and she had been happy to sublet mine for a few months. I had to make a mad dash for the bathroom. Man, whatever was in those IV bags sure must have gone right through me. I spent most of the next 6 hours sitting on the toilet. Ralph was extremely attentive and made sure I had plenty to drink so as not to become dehydrated. By Friday, I was starting to feel extremely weak, and noticed that my clothes had become a little loose and baggy in the waist and shoulders. I also thought it strange that my blonde hair seemed to have dark roots. Bill and John came over on Saturday morning. They both commented on my new thinner appearance, saying that everything was progressing as planned. Bill produced another IV bag for what he called a supplementary treatment and once again, suggested that I might be more comfortable if I were sedated. When I woke up on Sunday, I was even more disoriented. My whole center of gravity seemed to be off as I rushed to the bathroom. Once again, I was captive to the toilet for most of the day. I never knew a person could eliminate that much waste in such a short period. As before, Ralph was an attentive friend. I was surprised to hear a higher pitch to my voice as I asked Ralph about losing all this weight, but he just smiled and said it was the treatment breaking me down so it could build me up again. Monday, the severe pain started. I was in agony. Hot flashes alternated rapidly with cold chills followed immediately with the sweats. I couldn't bear the pain in my muscles and bones. Ralph called Bill, who came over on his lunch hour. Bill administered some high strength pain relievers and a Valium to help me cope. My pain was relieved, and my anxiety was eliminated enough to be able to doze off for the afternoon. That night after dinner, Bill arrived with another IV saying that it was best if I would let him sedate me for a few days until the worst of the effects had passed. Still feeling the calming effects of the Valium, it seemed reasonable to allow him to help me in this way. I have strange memories and flashes of consciousness during this period of sedation which I now know lasted for over three months. At different times I experienced all kinds of strange sensations. These feelings were often accompanied by repeated bright flashes of light. This time when I awoke, the world was a different place. Everything seemed larger and my body felt totally unfamiliar to me. Ralph was right there to help me sit up. Once sitting, I noticed an unfamiliar weight on my chest, and an unnatural spread to my hips. When I spoke it was with a high pitched voice, almost feminine I thought. Almost feminine! "Ralph. OH GOD Ralph, what's happening to me" I screamed, then fainted. When I came to, Ralph's strong arms were wrapped around me. "You're cured" he stated calmly. "Wanna see the new you?" It was someone else's reflection in the full length mirror. A slight women in her early twenties about 5 feet tall, with medium length hair, blonde at the tips but otherwise brunette. The face was smooth with large doe eyes, high cheekbones and a button nose complete with freckles. She looked shocked, and her open mouth was covered by small feminine hands. Large, firm breasts poked into her tee shirt revealing big erect nipples. Protruding below the shirt were two almost perfectly smooth legs which terminated in dainty feet with perfect little toes. I fainted again. Ralph easily caught and picked up my new body and returned it to the comfort of my bed. As I was again returning to consciousness, Ralph was emptying a hypodermic full of sedative into my arm. "There, there Alan. just lay back. this will make you feel better. Now I can tell you what happened." As the chemically induced calm washed over me, he told me that I was now 100% cancer free, and could look forward to a long and healthy life. He then told me that Bill and John had used the DNA they had previously retrieved from a college student volunteer, and that it was the only sample available at the time I needed to have my treatment. They had all agreed not to disclose the nature of the DNA until after the procedure was complete in case I changed my mind. "I guess we'll have to call you Ellen instead of Allen from now on" he said. Then he then told me to get some rest and I faded out of consciousness During the following week, Ralph always referred to me as Ellen. So did John and Bill, who either together or individually dropped in almost daily to check on my progress. To make sure I got proper rest, Ralph ensured that I was totally unconscious at night, but he reduced my sedation during the day as I began to come to terms with my new name and situation. In the mornings I often awoke with a strange taste in my mouth or a crusty discharge on my chest, and I still had strange dreams, weird feelings and saw those bright flashes, but I assumed it was all due to the treatment and the enormous changes my body had experienced. Abby comes to call: Later that week, Ralph told me he had a surprise for me. Abby was coming by on the weekend to take me for a girls day out. True to her word, she was there bright and early Saturday morning and gave me Jeans, top, bra, undies and shoes to wear for our adventure. Our first stop was the salon, where they plucked my brows and removed the remnants of Alan's blond hair giving Ellen a short girlish bob. From there it was straight to the high fashion stores. Next stop, La Senza, where I was properly fitted for a bra and blushed as Abby picked out a couple pairs of matching bra and thong sets for me. Next came outerwear, including a sleek silk chemise and a classy leather skirt. Shoes. Pumps with 4" heels so I wouldn't feel quite so short. It certainly took some getting used to walking in those. Having not had any exercise in this body, by the time we got home I was exhausted. Abby said a hot bath would make me feel like a new woman. That statement made us both giggle like school girls. Abby passed me some depilatory cream and gave me some instruction on how to "do my legs" That task complete she suggested that I trim my pubes and shave all but a narrow "landing strip" to complement my new thong undies. and as I did that, she drew me a bath dropping in some bath oil beads she had brought. I slipped into the tub and relaxed into the smell and silky feel of the warm soapy water. The sensuous feeling of my hands slipping over my skin caused my first stirrings of female arousal. Once I was out of the tub, Abby helped me with some make-up applying a light blush, eyeliner and mascara. My reflection became that of a gorgeous young woman. Abby went to the kitchen to help Ralph with the dinner as I dressed in my new outfit. They both gasped when I entered the kitchen, and Ralph made a wolf whistle. He then walked over, took my hand, and led me to a seat at the dinner table. The three of us enjoyed a great meal and some very fine wine. The wine went quickly to my head and I found myself getting quite tipsy as the meal ended. Abby said it would be a shame to waste such a fine evening by leaving early and suggested we enjoy a movie. Ralph sat to my right on the couch as Abby inserted the DVD into the machine. "I picked this out specially for us" she said snuggling in on my left. I didn't catch the title as Abby skipped to the start of the movie, but the first couple scenes were pretty inane. In the third scene, the female lead was approached and kissed by a short haired brunette. Within seconds, the two women were locked in a hot embrace. As Allen, girl-girl sex had always been a particular turn-on for me, and as the action on the screen intensified, I started to feel the effects of the wine and months of sexual deprivation. I felt my lower abdomen melting like butter, and I started squirming in my seat. Abby leaned into me, turned my face towards her and kissed me deeply. She then pulled back and softly whispered, " Is this exciting you? I've wanted to make love to a woman for a long time and I convinced Ralph that it would be fun for me to help you break in your new body." She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time she pressed her tongue into my mouth and began caressing my breast. A soft feminine moan escaped my throat as the intensity of my arousal increased quickly. Abby took immediate control and soon my chemise and bra were open and she was stroking my pussy lips with one hand while she alternated sucking my rigid nipples into her mouth, sending electric jolts straight to my clit. Somehow the rest of our clothes disappeared and soon we were naked and writhing on the floor, mimicking the action on the screen. At one point I recall being shocked at seeing Ralph, pants pulled down, stroking his cock as he watched. The thought was quickly replaced as his girlfriend moved down my body and began lapping at my cunt. This was more than I could bear and soon I was screaming out as my first female orgasm shook me to my core. The spasms seemed to continue endlessly in wave after wave, as Abby expertly worked her magic on my sex. As I started to recover from my first orgasm. Abby swung herself around to give me access to her sopping cunt. As she lowered her pussy to my lips, she began to penetrate me with her fingers. I was caught off guard by the intensity of my response to her invasion, and I was amazed when I started to come again so soon. As I arched my back and neck in orgasmic release, I once again caught sight of Ralph standing over us, rapidly fisting his cock as he watched. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and approached Abby, obviously intending to fuck her. I had never had any homosexual leanings and the thought of Ralph's cock in such close proximity to my face freaked me out. I quickly retreated from beneath Abby, whose surprise turned to pleasure as Ralph's cock penetrated her sex. Abby refused to release her lip lock on my pussy. Her mouth was pushed repeatedly into me by Ralph's thrusts and I felt the vibrations of her moans tickle my clit as as we both came together. I drifted to sleep from a combination of too much wine and the post orgasmic relaxation. Ralph picked me up and carried me to my bedroom where he and Abby tucked me in for the night. Ralph's actions, exposed I slept deep and long but I was troubled by strange sex dreams. Feeling a limp penis harden as it was pressed into my small hand. Flash. Ralph stroking himself last night. A gagging sensation as a large hot object was pushed into my mouth. Flash Flash Flash. Ralph moving towards Abby and me. A probing and stretching pressure in my groin. Flash Flash. A hard cock rubbing on my chest and nipples. Ralph's cock squirting cum onto my breasts. RALPH'S COCK!! Adrenaline shot through me and suddenly I was fully awake. OH MY GOD What had Ralph been doing to me while I had been drugged! As luck would have it I heard Ralph in the hall at just that moment and I ran out to confront him. "YOU BASTARD. You've been diddling me while I was drugged out." Ralph just stood there and stared at me with a crooked smile on his face. I suddenly realized that I was standing there, hands on hips, totally nude and exposed to his stare. Already on the edge, this pushed me over into full hysteria and I ran crying, back to my room slamming the door behind me. When the door banged open, Ralph ran in and easily overpowered me, sticking me with a sedative hypo. As I faded out of consciousness, I felt Ralph's hands rubbing over my body. "There, there, Ellen. Now we can really have some fun" he sneered. Since he had already been found out, this time Ralph changed the type of sedation he administered. I was aware and able to function somewhat, but It was simply too much effort to fight him off, so he was able to have his way with me. He took the whole first day to enjoy his new toy. When he walked up to my bed that morning he pulled my face around and pressed his cock into my mouth. As he came in my mouth, I was horrified to realize this was the strange taste I had woken up to so many times in the past weeks. The first time I can remember him entering me was later that same day, I was naked and spread eagle on the bed. He had watched the discomfort on my face as he spread lubricant on my pussy lips and shoved his fingers in to the hilt. When he felt that I was suitably lubed up, he removed his fingers and, as he stared into my eyes, he pushed his hard cock into me. After so many weeks of screwing a comatose partner, it was clearly a turn-on for him to see me react. He couldn't take his eyes off my face as he began to take his pleasure. As his strokes increased in speed, he leaned down onto me whispering in my ear, telling me how good I felt on his cock, asking me how it felt to be the woman, and telling me how I would be getting plenty of sex from now on. Within minutes he stiffened and cried out as I felt his seed spray inside my cunt. In spite of myself, I had started to become aroused by the sensations of his fucking, but he had finished long before I was ready to come. He laughed when a tear ran down my cheek. He was insatiable that first day and true to his word, I got plenty of sex. He fucked me twice more in bed, took me on the kitchen table after lunch, and again on the balcony after dinner. He must have been buying Viagra in bulk. That time while Ralph was energetically thrusting into me from behind, Abby walked in. A surge of hope ran through me, maybe Abby could stop this madness. As I turned to look at her I saw that her face was painted with rage. Screaming obscene names at Ralph, she stormed over to us, slapped my face and called me a man stealing whore. She told Ralph that they were through, then threw his key on the floor and stormed out of the apartment. Through it all Ralph hardly missed a stroke and was soon filling me with his cum once again. The final time for that day was in bed around midnight. Each time, the unwanted feelings of my arousal grew stronger. Sunday was more of the same and after his morning blow job, he made sure I saw him swallow the Viagra which allowed him to take me 6 more times that day. Each time my arousal grew, but I could never come. Soon I also found out what the bright flashes had been. While I had been sedated, Ralph had taken hundreds, maybe thousands of pictures of me in various stages of undress. I had no idea where all the clothes had come from but there was a seemingly endless array of bras, garters, thongs bikinis and lingerie. There were shots of me in fetish costume too. Sexy secretary, French maid, even a nun. He must have spent hours dressing me up and photographing me in all sorts of lewd poses in every room in the condo. Between sex sessions, he got me to put on one of his favorite outfits, and sit on his lap by the computer. He described in detail when he had dressed me in each costume, and showed me photo after photo including those of him fucking me in each one. One day he showed me a whole series of photos he had taken during my transformation. Picture after picture flashed on the screen showing my shrinking genitals, and growing breasts, many showing Ralph's cock squirting a load of come onto my body. There was plenty of photographic evidence that since my pussy had not yet developed, Ralph had made extensive use of my mouth. It became apparent that Ralph had a penchant for facials, as many of the pictures I saw showed cum on my face and lips and I was often forced to blow him again as he looked at the screen. Through it all, I was on a wild roller-coaster of arousal. Unbidden, my libido increased each time Ralph fucked me, but I was frustrated that I could never climax. I felt close many times, but the arousal just kept increasing without release. Apparently the sedative Ralph was administering to keep me compliant had blocked my ability to come. John spends the day: It had now been some 6 months since my initial treatment and Ralph suddenly stopped my sedation. The first morning I woke up without drugs I felt simply awful. My mind was a mess . Every nerve was raw from chemical withdrawal and my weeks-long endless roller coaster of arousal, but I decided that I was leaving that very day. I searched my room for some reasonable clothes to wear, and decided on a low cut black dress that was ridiculously short but was, by far the most conservative piece of clothing in the room. Every pair of shoes had at least 6" heels and had never been intended for walking. I put on a pair and headed out into the hall. As I left my room Ralph was standing there with a cup of coffee. Better than Dead "We need to talk Ellen". I suppose that I could have chosen to leave right then, but I felt intimidated so I took the coffee and moved to the kitchen. As I drank my coffee, Ralph laid out the new rules of our "relationship". I was to become his woman. In future, I was to refer to him only as Ralphy. I would no longer be sedated, but he would continue to do anything he wanted to do with me or to me. He showed me that some of the papers I had signed were a power of attorney and that he had cleaned out Allen's banking and investment accounts, and cancelled his credit cards. Then he told me that he had arranged for a death certificate for Allen who "died" during the experimental cancer treatment 3 months ago. Somehow, he had also arranged for documents in my new name. I was now Ellen. I had no other life, nowhere to go, and no hope but to be his. My world disintegrated, and I broke down sobbing uncontrollably. Then I hit on a solution. I would call Bill or John and they would help me. They knew what had happened to me, but Ralphy had covered that too. When he saw me brighten he told me not to count on Bill or John for help. They were in on it. He said he had been sending them packages of pictures of me in and out of clothes. He had also sent videos (videos? I didn't remember any videos) of he and I having what appeared to be consensual sex in all kinds of positions and locations. Then he told me that he was expecting John to arrive at any moment for some playtime. My mind quickly flashed to a picture of John, the young strong former fullback giving me my first taste of black cock. What had happened to me? I couldn't believe that my mind had betrayed me like that. What was going on with me? How had Ralphy done this to me? Ever vigilant, Ralphy saw those emotions flip on my face, and slipped his hand up my dress past my thong and into my cunt. "Oh it feels like you are getting a head start". He then told me that he knew that I hadn't come for weeks, and that he had slipped some ecstasy into my coffee so that my body would respond well for John. At that instant the doorbell rang. Ralphy pulled his hand out of my dress and told me to stand up. My brain was screaming, my stomach was churning, but the drug was taking effect and I was becoming incredibly horny, so I stood for him. He then ordered me to take off my thong and hand it to him then go answer the door. Having no choice I sashayed to the door on 6" heels, naked under a tiny black dress. I thought that John was going to pass out when he saw how I was dressed. "So I guess Ralph wasn't kidding about you" he said as he slipped his hands around my back, grabbed two big black handfuls of my bare ass, bent down and kissed me hard. The drug, the intensity of that kiss, and the feeling of those huge hands on my ass took my breath away and I nearly swooned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. John kept one arm around me as he lead me back into the kitchen. His hand moved up my side and started to kneed my firm breast and tease my stiff nipple as he asked Ralphy what he had planned for today. Ralphy said that he had a golf game scheduled and that he needed John to keep me company for the rest of the day. By now, John's attentions and Ralphy's words had my brain swimming and my pussy drooling. "Give it to her good" said Ralphy as he stood to leave, "I'm sure she'll give you plenty back". After Ralphy left, John looked at me and smiled. "I saw a picture of you in a red leather bustier and thong. Let's go see if we can get you into that outfit before I throw you down and fuck you right here." With great effort I pushed away and asked John to save me. I told him about the molesting. He knew I had been sedated so I told him that all those pictures he had seen had been taken during that time and without my knowledge. I told him Ralph was holding me prisoner. Finally I told him that Ralph had drugged me this morning so that I was not acting myself. It was clear from the the look he gave me that at first he was taken aback, but then a sly smile came across his face and he said "Oh I get it, role play. I'll help you escape little lady, if you promise to be good to me first" Then he picked me up and ran with me down to the bedroom. I was frantic. I begged him to listen. I pleaded with him to put me down. I cried that it was not a game. This was probably my only chance to escape and if I didn't convince John then I was truly trapped. As we reached the bedroom, John dropped me on the bed, pushed my dress up to the bottom of my tits and latched his lips onto my wet pussy. This caught me completely by surprise. Oral with Ralphy was always a one sided affair he simply pushed into my mouth and came whether I was conscious or not. Abby had been gentle, with light feathery kisses. John's intensity and roughness was a new experience for me and fireworks exploded in my brain Weeks of pent up arousal, combined with the drug coursing through my brain. I came immediately as John licked and sucked my clit. I couldn't breathe. My pussy was gushing and I couldn't move a muscle. As I lay there John dropped his pants, and I saw his cock for the first time. It was about the thickness of my forearm sticking at least 11 inches straight out from his groin with a pair of plum sized balls hanging well below. The shock of seeing it combined with the knowledge that I could not stop him from shoving it into me now riveted me to the spot. He spread my legs wider. Sensing no resistance from me convinced him that this really was some twisted role play and he moved forward and pressed his prick into my entrance. I was soaking wet, but he still had to push hard to stretch my pussy over the enormous head. Ralphy's cock was like a finger compared to this monster. As soon as the head was past my entrance I came again. I screamed and cried and whipped my head from side to side crying no the whole time, but aided by the new flood of juices, John pressed on until he had buried the entire meaty spike. I struggled to catch my breath as John leered down at me. "How do you like having a real cock in you?" And then he started a slow in and out motion which pushed me to another level of pleasure. It was impossible to control myself. He lowered his head and kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He moved his tongue in time with his cock so it felt like He was passing right through me. I was so far gone now that I wrapped my legs around his muscular ass and kissed him back with a passion I had never felt before this. I could tell that John was about to come and when he did he locked his lips to mine and sucked the air from my lungs. I couldn't breath, I felt like I was literally being fucked to death as he pumped his cock into me in rapid short jabs. I felt him shoot a huge load into my depths. I tried to scream and as stars exploded behind my eyes I came and passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at John's ebony back. Broad strong shoulders tapered to a tight prominent butt. I felt that hot butter feeling in my abdomen again. He was searching through the closet and when he turned he held the leather bustier he had mentioned earlier. I barely noticed what he was holding before my eyes drifted down to his cock. Although no longer hard, it was still an impressive sight dangling between his legs. Seeing the direction of my gaze, John gave his hips a little wiggle which started his prick swinging back and forth. I don't know if it was the effects of the drugs, or my post orgasmic haze, but I was mesmerized. I unconsciously licked my lips. "Want a taste?" he asked. I had never willingly sucked Ralphy, but I couldn't stop myself from nodding yes to John as he moved toward me, his cock rising with each step. "Here, put this on for me before you start." I slipped into the bustier and spun around for him to lace me up as the warmth in my belly spread to my groin. When John finished he spun me back around and I dropped to my knees in front of him. John groaned as my small hands wrapped around his pole. I looked up at him and eagerly sucked the head into my mouth. My tongue danced around his glans. I sucked and kissed it, and even pressed my tongue into his pee hole. This is crazy, I thought. Why am I doing this? "I was never gay you know" I said as I pulled my mouth away from his cock. "And you're still not" he said. "There's only one man here. One man and one woman. You're that very sexy woman, clearly enjoying giving her lover a blow job". Those words seared into my brain as I sucked him back in, redoubling my efforts. I pushed hard and took him into the back of my mouth, gagging a bit as he reached my throat. At that instant, I felt his body stiffen and he groaned loudly as his semen poured into my mouth. "Hold it in your mouth" he said, "Don't swallow". I didn't swallow and as spurt after spurt entered my mouth, he pulled his cock back so just the tip remained between my lips. When he was done, he pulled back and asked me to open my mouth for him. As I knelt at his feet, showing him the huge load on my tongue I almost came. When he asked me to swish it around in my mouth and swallow, I actually did come. I suppose I should have talked to John again. Convinced him to take me away, but after what had just happened, I forgot about everything except John. We spent the whole afternoon playing dress up and fucking. I was the French maid dusting the living room when my master pulled me into his lap and entered me. My virile patient required some oral therapy from his sexy nurse. A naughty school girl was bent down over the desk and given a spanking and a good fucking too. When John was completely drained, he stripped me and worked me over with a vibrator until I had a strong multiple orgasm, after which we covered ourselves with a blanket and cuddled each other to sleep. Deep Throat Queen: I woke with a start around noon the following day. I was sore, but I was relaxed and satisfied for the first time in weeks. I rolled over to kiss John, but the bed was cold. Grabbing a tee shirt I padded barefoot into the hall to see where he was, and was greeted by a smiling Ralphy. "Well, well, don't you have that special well laid look? How was your date with John? Did you provide him a suitable reward for curing your cancer?" "Where is he?" I asked, ignoring his question. "Oh he left late last night after I got home. He seemed pretty mellow too" I was crushed. John had simply left without saying good-bye. I went to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. There was no way I was going to drink anything Ralphy made for me again. As I was headed back to the safety of my bedroom, I heard voices from the office. Based on the sound quality it was coming from the computer. An icicle pierced my heart when I heard a familiar voice "Hold it in your mouth" John said, "Don't swallow". I stepped into the room and saw Ralphy, eyes riveted to the screen, slowly stroking his cock. "That's the hottest thing I have ever seen" panted Ralphy. "Come here and do that for me". "Where did that come from" I moaned. Ralphy simply stated that he had set up a system to record streaming video of the entire condo. Everything we had done yesterday was now safely immortalized on Ralphy's hard drive. He stood and moved toward me. "On your knees and do that for me" he demanded. In a state of shock I dropped to my knees and passively accepted Ralphy's cock into my mouth. What did it matter now? John had abandoned me. "Look up at me. Look at me" and as I did he began to pump his load into my mouth. "Don't swallow. Don't swallow. You did it for him, do it for me. Open your mouth. Open it. Swirl it around with your tongue". He grabbed his camera and took pictures of me swirling and tasting his cum, then commanded me to swallow and open up again. The last picture he took was of my empty mouth showing I had swallowed it all. After that Ralphy became a man possessed. Cum play, as he called it, became a major part of our sex sessions. He took pictures of me eating it off crackers, and sucking it through straws, he even made me use it as cream for my coffee. I was blowing him 3, 4, sometimes 6 times a day, but it was never enough. At one point he stopped cuming in my mouth and started ejaculating into paper cups. This went on for quite a while, then one afternoon he called me into the kitchen and presented me with a cup full of semen he had saved for me. That day, he took a video of me warming his gift up in the microwave, and sitting at the table drinking it and eating it up with a spoon. I had to tip the cup up and drain every drop for the camera. Not long after that, Ralph called me into the office. "Ellen, come over here, I have something you need to see." I entered the room and moved to look over his shoulder. "I got you a membership to a website" The website in question was an X rated instructional site demonstrating deep throat techniques. "We're going to really have fun teaching you this trick" he said as we watched a demonstration. " NO. No. no. I can't. I won't" I whispered as tears started to run down my cheeks. But Ralphy simply told me it was going to happen either way and it would be easier if I learned the technique before he forced it on me. He stood up and offered me the chair saying "No time like the present to get started learning your new skill". Sitting alone, I read instructions and testimonials. I watched videos, of women taking all sizes and shapes of cocks into their throats. As a man I had heard about and even fantasized about women who could do this. Now it seemed that I was going to become one of those women. When Ralphy returned, he grabbed me by the shoulders and said we should move to the bathroom in case I had trouble with my gag reflex. Some of the information I read said it was not uncommon for beginners to throw-up, so I knew what he meant. Ralphy had several items laid out on the bathroom counter for our first training session. He asked me to open wide and then he sprayed something into the back of my throat which caused a numbing sensation. Then he picked up a long thin penis-shaped dildo and started to coat it with flavored sex lubricant. This was it, I realized. I was soon going to experience what I had seen on the website. "OK Ellen, open up and relax. This is going to be fun". Holding the back of my head with one hand, Ralphy started to press the dildo into my mouth. Less than half of it was in, when I felt it hit the back of my throat. "Don't even think about gagging" the website had instructed, "When it reaches the back of your throat, just start to swallow and let it push in". None of that worked. I gagged, but Ralphy was unrelenting. He sprayed my throat again, and told me to relax as he pushed the rubber phallus back into my mouth. This time it went down. Way down. I couldn't believe it when I opened my eyes and saw that the entire length had gone into my mouth and down my throat. "That's my girl" Ralphy crowed, as he held me tight. Luckily, I was able to breathe through my nose because he kept me that way for over a minute before he slowly removed the invader from my throat. He repeated the process several times until I actually felt as if my throat had been stretched out, then said: "Let's see how you do with something a bit thicker. Get on your knees, Ellen, and open up for Ralphy." He lubed his cock like he had the dildo and grabbed me behind the head as he entered my mouth. His cock was thicker than the dildo. My throat was still numb but I felt my neck bulge as the head of his prick pushed down my esophagus. Before I knew it his pubic hair was tickling my nose. He quickly snapped a couple of photos of me like this. "You are an amazing cocksucker. OH GOD ELLEN." He yelled, as he squirted his load directly down my throat. Daily blow jobs became daily deep throat sessions, and as I gained more experience, Ralphy was able to begin fucking in and out of my throat, without causing too much gagging. The day he was able to push a thick 18" long dildo all the way into me, he dubbed me his "Deep Throat Queen" Bill takes his turn: A couple days after that, I was sitting on the couch, when Ralphy came in and said he had to go out. As he left the condo, My heart soared. Here was my chance. Of course I was dressed like a hooker, but I didn't care. I called a cab and searched for some money to pay with. Within minutes the doorbell rang. When I pulled open the door I was startled to see Bill standing there. "Bill you have to hel" My words were choked off as he lunged at me and pushed a rag over my mouth. The chemical smell was horrible and I instantly started to lose consciousness. "Oh no, not Bill too" I thought as the lights went out. I awoke naked and tied face down over the big ottoman in the living room. The sun was streaming in through the patio doors and Bill was sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. "Hey Ellen. How do you feel?" When I tried to respond, I realized that I had been gagged with a silk scarf, the same kind that secured my hands and feet to the ottoman legs. Bill started to talk to me as he slowly stood and walked behind me. "Sorry about the chloroform" he said, "but I've been dying to act out my home invasion bondage fantasy for years." I panicked. I pulled and twisted my arms and legs with no effect. "What a dynamite ass." he said as he softly stroked my buttocks, slowly tracing a finger down my crack. "Absolutely incredible. It's hard to believe that you were ever anything other than a hot sexy woman." I was shocked to realize that his hands and words were exciting me. My pussy started to melt as his hands massaged my backside. This didn't make any sense. Why was I aroused? I knew Ralphy hadn't drugged me this time. Was it simply that months of constant sex had made me so responsive I couldn't help myself? I hadn't been listening to Bill as these thoughts ran through my mind, until I felt his finger tickling my anus as he said "I'm really going to enjoy breaking this in" I couldn't think. What was he saying about breaking it in? God. He was talking about my ass! The only place I hadn't been penetrated yet. Yet. I was starting to realize that there was no possible escape, and that Bill could really hurt me if that was part of his fantasy. My eyes flew wide open in panic, I struggled, I moaned and tried to scream, but the gag muffled my cries. "Don't worry honey. I'm into pleasure, not pain" he said. "I just have to run out to the car to get my equipment. You stay right here now" he laughed as he went back out through the door. In just a few minutes he was back with two huge rolling suitcases. "This is just some of my favorite stuff, and a couple things I made up specifically for our day together." he said as he began unpacking and assembling some components. The metal frame he was building started to look like some kind of chair, except it had nothing to sit on. When completed it fit over my back and Bill transferred my tied hands and feet from the ottoman to his frame. When he was finished, I was even more tightly secured, wrist, ankle, knee, arm and hips, all had tight straps holding me immobile in the frame. I now realized that the missing seat gave Bill open access between my legs, both front and rear. Unbelievably, this caused another rush of arousal. What had I become? I started to struggle, but it was even more futile than before. "Good" said Bill "Seeing you struggle is a real turn-on" Bill tipped the chair up so I was sitting facing the couch, then told me that he thought it would be a good idea if we had a glass of wine. This confused me since there was no way I could drink with the scarf in my mouth. He then proudly showed me a gag with a thin dildo on the inside and a hose on the outside. As he applied some lube to the dildo part, he explained that this was one of his inventions, specifically designed for my deep throat. Better than Dead He quickly removed the scarf from my mouth, and before I could say a word, he pressed the gag onto my face. The thin lubed dildo slipped easily into my throat, and I relaxed a bit as I realized I could still breath through my nose. I was still confused until he pushed the hose and funnel into the gag. He apologized for using cheap wine as he poured me a glass but there was no sense wasting the good stuff if I couldn't taste it. I could do nothing to stop him as clinked the glass to the funnel and slowly poured it in. I felt my throat pulse and go cool as the wine ran down into my stomach. Bill took a few pictures of me in this position, then sat down to enjoy his work. He told me that there was no hurry as we had all day to play. He tweaked my nipples and stroked my pussy, and ran his hands all over my bound body. He smiled as I squirmed and tried to resist. Every little while, he poured me another glass of wine and tipped it onto the funnel. In no time at all the bottle was empty and I was drunk. Seeing that, Bill quickly switched gags again. This one had a kind of balloon on the inside, which he pumped up with a bulb that attached to the front of the gag. As the balloon expanded, my jaw was stretched open and my mouth was sealed. He then pronounced that with one end done it was time to deal with the other. He pulled me into the bathroom, and easily tipped the chair forward, completely exposing my upturned ass. He poked a well greased finger into my anus, which he quickly replaced with a slightly larger probe. Whatever it was, stretched me a bit until my sphincter closed around a groove part way up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push it back out. I felt him fiddling around back there and then suddenly he came into view. He showed me a large enema bag which he hung on the curtain rod and told me to relax. Then, as he gently stroked my labia and clit, he opened the valve and I felt warm liquid flowing into by bowels. "I don't like dirty girls" he said as he continued to rub my cunt and massage my distending abdomen. There must have been at least two quarts of fluid in the bag and when it was drained, I felt uncomfortably full. Bill capped off the enema to avoid leakage, and then tipped me upright again to monitor my progress. It didn't take too long before my bowels began to cramp up I started moaning loudly indicating my increasing distress. Bill slowly fingered my pussy and drew my wetness out across my clit. I was on the verge of orgasm and becoming quite frantic when he moved me over the toilet. When he pulled the plug out of my ass, the liquid shot into the bowl and I almost came. "Good girl, Ellen, Once more and you'll be all nice and clean." The wine had relaxed and numbed me enough that Bill was able to insert a larger anal plug for my second enema, and he drained almost three quarts of warm soapy water into my rear. When he sat me up this time, the pressure was worse, and when I glanced down I could clearly see that my flat tummy was now quite rounded. I could also see from the tent in Bill's pants, that he had become very hard. He knew I wouldn't last as long this time, so he used a vibrator on my clit as he whispered in my ear how excited he was to finally be doing this to a woman. When he pulled the plug this time, I shivered and squirmed, but orgasm escaped me again and I moaned in frustration. Once back into the living room he rearranged the chair to fold me in half. He began to undo my legs and arms, but I was still secured by the hips and doubled over in the chair. I was so horny now, that I didn't struggle much. I wanted him to hurry up and make me come. I wanted him to fuck me, and I almost didn't care where. I felt new straps being applied as he moved my legs apart and then passed my arms between them. When he unfolded the chair I stayed doubled over with my knees tied outside my my elbows, and my wrists secured to my ankles. I was totally exposed and totally aroused. The flood of juices that escaped my pussy was obvious to Bill as he picked me up and propped me on the couch. He looked me in the eye and told me that he was going to remove the gag, but I had to be quiet. If I caused any fuss, he would quickly gag me again. With all the other sensations I had experienced, I hadn't realized how badly my jaw had begun to ache, so I nodded yes. I groaned as quietly as I could when the pressure came off and worked my jaw around in circles when Bill removed the gag. "Thanks" I said " That was really starting to get uncomfortable. What are you going to do to me?" Bill just smiled and pulled a thin dildo and a big vibrator out of his case. He pressed the dildo into my ass and started rubbing the big bulb of the vibrator along my pussy lips and clit. This action put my arousal into overdrive and I moaned and built quickly towards climax. Just as I was about come, Bill pulled the vibrator away. I hung on the edge of orgasm, squirming and moaning, but I did not come. Panting, I asked Bill to let me come. His response was to smile and begin working my pussy with the vibrator again. I was soon at the edge again, but again he pulled away. I squealed in frustration and begged Bill to let me come. He showed me a larger dildo and said he might let me come if I traded him toys. I was totally exposed to him, helplessly bound, and I was begging a man to make me come. I had never been so humiliated, or so incredibly horny. As my pussy gushed I nodded. "Yes. OK. I just need to come" Although it didn't look that much bigger than the original, the new dildo stretched me as Bill worked it into my rear. When I had relaxed a bit, Bill started in with the vibrator again. He brought me to the brink three times more before he pulled out another, bigger dildo. I didn't even wait for him to ask. I begged him to put it in and make me come. By the time the fourth dildo was embedded in my ass, I had lost the capability of rational thought. Bill started twisting and stroking the toy in my ass. I was begging him, to let me come, pleading with him to fuck me. Bill finally pulled his cock from his pants and asked me if that was what I wanted. "Oh yes, Yes, YES, please now fuck me". "In the ass?" he asked. "Yes, yes, anywhere you want, please. Please fuck my ass." Apparently those were the magic words, and as he gazed into my eyes, Bill shoved his cock, balls deep, into my ass. I came so hard I actually squirted my pussy juice onto Bill's abdomen as he repeatedly slammed his cock into me. He was so excited by the realization of his fantasy, that he came quite quickly. As his cock started to soften in my ass, he lay on top of me, whispering in my ear that I was the hottest woman he had ever fucked, and thanking me for making his lifetime dream come true. As his words sank into my consciousness, I realized that no matter what the death certificate said, Allen had died tonight, and a new Ellen had been born. Sex with Ralphy had so far been under a measure of duress. My passion with John had been drug induced. What had happened with Bill, intense arousal, the begging, the mind blowing orgasm, had been all me, and it had been incredible. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I began to feel the stirrings of arousal and began to milk Bills dick with my sphincter. As I did this he pulled his head back and looked directly into my eyes. I smiled at him and squeezed hard. I felt Bill begin to harden once more. Without removing his cock from within me, he unstrapped me and flipped me on my stomach. He was still not completely hard, but he started a slow deliberate in and out stroke. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could on each withdrawal, then released to allow easy access on the penetration. Bill was just saying my name over and over as he stroked onto me, and he was soon completely hard again. It was at that point I reversed my technique and squeezed hard during penetration, then releasing to allow him easy withdrawal. This switch quickly drove Bill over the edge and he shot another load into my bowels pushing me to yet another climax. A New Woman: By the time Ralphy came home, Bill had packed up his equipment and we were both dressed, sitting together on the couch. When Bill had gone, Ralphy sat next to me and asked me what had happened. He said he wanted to hear it from me before he checked out the video. As I started to explain the events of the evening, I felt my body beginning to respond, and before long I was very horny. When I glanced at Ralphy's lap, I could see a large bulge. For the first time in our relationship, I initiated sex with Ralphy as I reached down and began to rub his growing erection. I soon had it out of his pants and was stroking him. When I got to the part about begging to be fucked in the ass. Ralphy groaned and started to stiffen, which was my signal to take his dick down into my throat and make him come. "Oh Ellen, I like this change in your attitude" From that night on, I became a sex addict. Just the sight of Ralphy was enough to start my juices flowing and cause me to attack. I took him in every hole, in every room. Other men began to excite me too. Movie stars, magazine models, All manner of good looking men set me on sexual edge, and I often masturbated between sessions with Ralphy. Ralphy was very excited by the change in me. Super Bowl Sunday: When Super Bowl weekend arrived, Ralphy said we were going to a party to watch the game. Knowing that Allen's favorite team had been New England, he presented me with a very revealing version of a Patriots cheerleader uniform for the occasion. I knew when I put it on that I would be getting a lot of attention from the men at the party. When we arrived, I was a bit concerned to see that I was the only woman there, but Ralphy told me to relax and have a pre-game beer. As I was sitting on the couch, sipping my long neck, the last two guests, a father and his teenage son Curtis, arrived. The boy's eyes bugged out when he saw a sexy cheerleader sitting on the couch. I noticed that he took a seat where he had a good view of both the TV and my body, and I saw him ogle me many times during the first quarter of the game. When the Patriots scored early in the second quarter, Ralphy suggested that it deserved a cheer from me. I was finished my 2nd beer by that time and was feeling no pain, so I obliged him by getting up and doing a cheer. When I was finished bouncing around, I looked down I saw that a large portion of my breasts had been revealed, and that my briefs had pulled up giving me a very evident camel toe. I could see that the game was now being ignored and there was a bulge in every lap causing my pussy to melt, and my mouth to go dry. I'll never know why I said it, but I suddenly blurted out that I was thirsty, and asked "Who does a girl have to blow to get a beer around here?" Curtis was up in a flash and as I was sitting back on the couch, he stood in front of me with a fresh beer. I thanked him and took the beer. Curtis stood there for a few seconds, then started moving towards his seat when Ralphy said: "Ellen,. Pay the lad. A deal is a deal". Every eye was on me as Ralphy took my hand and led me over to where Curtis was sitting, guided me to my knees in front of him and told me to pay up. A sudden rush of excitement went through me as I thought about doing this for a such a young complete stranger, and another rush as I thought about doing it in front of all these other men. I reached forward, undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was young and pink and very hard in my hand. I couldn't resist. As the others started to cheer me on, I started licking up and down the sides, and around the head. I stroked it a couple times and then took it completely into my mouth and sucked hard. Curtis' whole body stiffened, and he cried out that he was going to come. "That's the whole point of a blow job" I said, before I took him all the way back in and he exploded in my mouth. I made sure to suck out every drop before I tucked his soft cock back into his pants, patted his crotch and thanked him again for the beer. When I sat back down, nobody was watching the game. "It hardly seems fair that you get all these guys so worked up and then just leave them hanging" said Ralphy. "I think you should show your appreciation to our host next." This time I made my own way to the kneeling position. As I began to blow him, I felt hands stripping off my costume and working over my naked skin. The next thing I knew, a large cock was entering me from behind. Once both men had come, another guy wanted me to straddle his lap facing him as he pressed his cock into my soaking pussy. As he was stroking into me, I felt someone's cock press into my ass, and moaned as I was filled in both my lower holes. Double penetration was a new experience for me and I came loudly as the men alternated strokes into my pussy and ass. The remainder of the afternoon is a blur of cocks and orgasms as I was repeatedly filled in one, or multiple holes. Of course, I had the opportunity to review all the action when Ralphy showed me the video footage he had shot. Better than dead: About this time it came to me that Ralphy had been spending time on the computer, but he had not been going to work. Although he had cleaned out Allen's assets, they were not enough to allow us to continue to live like this forever. When I asked Ralph about it he said that he had set up an Internet business so "we" could work from home. Curious, I asked him to show me. When he opened the sight there were big "before and after" pictures of me and links to all sorts of the pictures and videos that Ralphy had shot. There was a member's forum that allowed paying members to ask questions and make suggestions of scenes for us to act out. Although I found some of the suggestions completely disgusting, a few of them caused my tummy to flip and my pussy melt as I imagined myself acting them out. Ralphy showed me a letter from a member who wanted to meet me and spend the afternoon with me. I found myself thinking his picture was very cute and wondering what it would be like having sex with him. The following Saturday afternoon, we met Rick at a bar for a drink. Not only was he cute, but I found him funny and charming too. It didn't take long for us to move to his room. Rick took me in his arms and kissed me hard while kneading my tits. I felt a second of panic as Allen surfaced, but then he was gone again and it was all Ellen who dropped to her knees and released Ricky's cock from his trousers. He was so excited that he came instantly and shot a huge load of come on my face and hand. The poor guy was humiliated and apologized over and over, and I suddenly realized just how much power Ellen had in this type of encounter. I told him not to worry, and gazed into his eyes as I wiped up his load with my fingers and licked them off. He was soon completely hard again and we spent the afternoon sampling various sexual positions. Of course, Ralphy was there filming the whole thing for the website. Since we posted that episode, minus the premature ejaculation, the members have been frantic to get with me, and I have obliged over 100 of them. I suppose that I did make my own choices after all, and Ralphy was right, This is WAY better than being dead.