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Prologue

Kyubi Kitsune smiled as she raced her Lamborghini down open roads, with no destination particularly in mind. Everything about her said she was all business, from her tight, crisp white blouse, down to her smart black skinny slacks with a matching black belt and its silver LoveMoschino buckle and her sky high Louboutins, one pressed firmly on the accelerator. Her pink hair was practically glowing in the early evening sunset, like it was made of cotton candy and looked extremely exotic against her Asian features and petite frame. And although she was smiling, it was not full of warmth, but rather it was the smile of a predator.

Her designer clothes and luxuary car would make anyone meeting her believe she was a high level executive, or a socialite born into a wealthy family. But Kyubi was neither of these. She didn’t need a job that she had to get to, or people she had to associate with. The only people she interacted with were those who could amuse her particular style of amusement. Instead, her affluent lifestyle was funded through…other means. Her life required her to do nothing that she didn’t want to do, and right now all she wanted to do was explore and see what new ‘adventures’ she could encounter. As she reached a junction she decided to take a left on nothing but her gut impulse that something fun was down that way. Soon wide open roads surrounded by vegetation started turning into clean streets, surrounded by buildings. After a few minutes of speeding along, she heard a loud siren and looked in her mirror. She cursed to herself as she saw a police car right behind her. Kyubi pulled over the side of the road and rolled her window down as the officer came up to his car.

He was stocky, even for a tall black man and he sounded pissed off as he berated Kyubi. “Do you even know how fast your were going?! We have you on radar going over twice the speed limit here. Do you have any idea how badly you could of hurt yourself or someone!? You keep this up and you’re gonna end up destroying lives one day! License and registration. Now.”

Kyubi knew she could get out this – easily. But she was bored and wanted to play. As she handed her license over to the officer she smiled at the officer without bothering to look for the registration.

She batted her lashes at him and leaned out of her window towards him. “Are you sure you want to write me up a ticket?" she asked, her voice almost oozing sickly sweetness. “What did you say Miss? Are you trying to tell me my job? ” he barked back to her through the window. “Just get me that registration while I write you up.” The cop growled as he walked off and Kyubi rested herself into her car seat, her small frame sinking into the thickness off the material. She began to smirk to herself as she decided how to play this out. As ideas formed in her head, she left her car and strutted over to the patrol car behind him. “You know what officer? I think that actually you’d rather just tear up that ticket and forget about this whole thing.” Kyubi said, standing almost as tall as the officer in her skyscraper heels. She smiled at the patrolman as he spun around, and placed her soft hand on his check, almost stroking his face with her perfectly manicured nails. “Officer, deep down you really don’t want to give me a ticket. In fact, you’d rather clear off any logs you made of stopping me. So, go ahead and tell me when that’s all done OK?” Kyubi said as the cop’s eyes focused on her. He typed a few keys on the computer in the car and cleared the readings off the radar system. “All done, Ma'am.” The policeman said to Kyubi.

“Very good sweetie. It makes you so happy to be understanding and let people off for all sorts of things like this. You don’t want to write anymore tickets – ever. Actually, you honestly don’t even want to be a cop anymore. You are so depressed in your job that you have started to drink while working. A lot. So much so that after we are done, you’re gonna go and immediately drive to the nearest liquor store and buy a six pack of beer. Then you will get back in your car and drink it all down very fast, while you’re still parked in the lot. And after you’ve done all that, you will take your police car and crash it into a car in the parking area there. I don’t care if there’s anyone in there in not, but do your best to fuck up your car as badly as you can. And when the police come for you, you’ll let them find those empty beer bottles in your car and you will admit to them there and then that you are an alcoholic. You will go ahead and resign from the force and take up a minimum wage job somewhere. You will work there for the rest of your days. Do you understand all of that, officer?” Kyubi said as she giggled to herself. “Yes, I understand ma'am. I am an alcoholic and will drink beer, crash my car, and do as you said.” The man droned back to Kyubi. “Very good officer. Oh, is that a picture of your wife up there on the dash? You want to tell me about her and your family.” Kyubi asked. “That is Candice, my second wife. We have been married for 10 years, and four kids from my first wife who I divorced. She’s a waitress at a nice restaurant downtown.” The cop said to Kyubi. “Hmm, she sure is cute. Too cute for a pig in blue like you. So I think you should go ahead and call her up and tell her you have a friend—me—you want her to say hello to. You want to do that right now, officer. Then just give me the phone and ignore anything I say to her.” Kyubi said as her mind was flooded with ideas. She was annoyed at getting pulled over, even though she had gotten out of the ticket, she was still going to get some more payback. After all, there was nothing more fun than destroying lives, even of those not directly involved with whatever had pissed her off that day. She watched as the officer called his wife on the phone and took it as he handed her his phone.

“Hi there Candice, this is Kyubi, a good friend of your husband.” Kyubi said as she tried not to laugh. “Well, ahh, hello. How do you know my husband?” Candice asked. “Oh, we are drinking buddies. Now Candice, you want to listen closely to everything I have to say. And you really want to do everything I tell you to do.” Kyubi said. “Of course. I will listen to you and do anything you tell me to do.” Candice replied. “Very good, Candice. Now, remember how much your husband drinks. You hate him for it. Over the years in your horrible marriage, you have come to realize he is an alcoholic. You have told him that you will leave him if his alcoholism causes any more trouble. And later on tonight you will hear about more issues because of his drinking problems. So after you hear that you are going to leave him. You will pack up your stuff and move away. You will quit your job at the nice restaurant as what you really want is to start working at some of the strip clubs in the city. The really dirty and sleazy ones. Go in tomorrow and audition at a few. After the incident with your husband later, you will think of yourself as nothing but a hot, sexy stripper from now on. And you will dance like the best one they have. You have a very dirty mouth and mind, you love talking dirty to horny men and if the pay is right, which it always will be, you’ll even sell your body for extra cash too. You have always been this way, a cheap and dirty slut, and you just want to have guys slide money in your thongs you’re gonna start to wear and take you in back and fuck you. So tell me what you really are, Candice.” Kyubi asked over the phone. “I’m a fucking stripper and part time slutty whore. I love dancing real good and teasing guys for any money. I’m going to get a new job stripping in the shitty clubs downtown.” She said, sounding very dirty to Kyubi. “That’s perfect Candice. Feel free to come up with a new, sexy stripper name when you get your first club job. Something like Kandii. Candice is way too posh for some gutter trash like you. You love being nothing but a stripper and a whore, you will remember it’s what you always wanted to be. You love wearing lots of makeup just like all those dirty street whores you picture in your head right now, it’s what you want to look like so bad. A slut. So don’t worry about applying it perfectly, you’re just a dumb old fuck that is too stupid to think, so make sure to plaster it all over your face from now on and start looking like the slut you are…and love it…the sluttier you look the more you love it. Oh, if you don’t smoke, make sure to pick up a pack of cigarettes. You’re gonna start smoking a pack a day, ‘kay?.” Candice nodded in agreement while listening to the details of her new life over the phone. “And remember Kandii, all of this is who you really are. So have fun, fucking and stripping you little bitch.” Kyubi said as she hung up the phone and threw it at the back of the officer’s head who had ignored the whole call as Kyubi had told him to do.

“Ok, Mr. Policeman. Remember what you are supposed to do now. I’m going to go back to my car and drive away first. A minute after that you will head to that liquor store and do what we talked about. Do you remember and understand still?” Kyubi asked him. “I remember and understand.” He droned back as Kyubi removed his wallet from his pocket. She took a look at his ID. Officer Denzel Remington huh? She gazed down at his address, going there to see "Kandii" could be fun, but also this guy had four kids that she could systematically destroy. “That cop wanted to warn me about destroying lives?! Destroying lives iss what I do best” she murmured to herself, as she strode back towards her car. “So, let’s go ‘home’ and see what other trouble I can cause to teach that arrogant officer a lesson.” As she started up her car, she heard the officer’s car start to go in the opposite direction. Kyubi speeded towards her new destination with a big smile on her face. It didn’t matter that the officer would never see the full consequences of pulling her over, as the lives of everyone who knew him would be twisted into new versions, all that mattered was she was about to have some fun doing what she does best. As she got back up to speed she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Today was turning out to be a good day.

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mbb-project-entity · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1

Mortimer & A New FOB

Kyubi pulled her car up a nice driveway to a large house in a modest residential area, opposite the house Denzel and Candice Remington lived in. She sat in her car for a few minutes, pondering her next move. Sure, she could go straight in to the Remington home, see if ‘Kandii’ was crying her eyes out at the news of her husband or had already started getting her things together, but with a family of at least four more in there to play with, she would need a base of operations for now, and this house opposite looked like it could accommodate her quite well while she watched them to see what would be the best way to warp their lives. She opened the car door and and started to walk towards the door, the clicking sound of her heels on the brick drive could be heard as she opened the door, not even worrying if anyone was home.

"Who the devil are you" shouted the occupant, a man in a clearly expensive suit. "Some people certainly call me a devil, but you can call me Kyubi. And you are?" "Uh.. Mortimer. Mortimer Giles." he replied a little unsure at this beautiful stranger in front of him. "Well Morty, you are not needed here. I don't know much about you, and already have my eyes set on a family. It just so happens your house lets me spy on them. You unfortunately just happen to be in the way. So here's what you're going to do. For Me. I assume you work seeing as you live in a neighbourhood like this? Well, you can go ahead and call your boss telling him you want to quit your job. Then I want you to go all the way to China and jump a cliff in the middle of nowhere. You will live out your last days suffering and defenceless to the wild animals out there for no reason other than to amuse me. If you do somehow survive you will kill yourself anyway immediately. You will leave a note on your person stating that you were unhappy with your life. Now leave. And all the best darling"

Kyubi peered through her new house window. She saw Candice and decided to actually speak to her in person. It was always more fun for her to see the person she was talking to.

Candice knew she had a lot to do. She’d have to quit her job at the coffee shop. Bye, bye to that stupid little place with the pitiful income it gave her. Her life would need some reorganisation, but she’d have so much more time to be the real her now, she just knew it. She was looking forward to that. And the hot, hot idea of sex that she was going to bepaid to have.

Well, I felt soooo bad about what happened with Officer Denzel I thought I’d come and help you out. You know, as we were drinking buddies, I guess you could say I feel partially responsible for what happened to him, she said with a barely straight face. Now, I know you wanna be a stripper in the big city, but just in case you have a reputation here among the community, I thought some people here might still want to hire you. So, I wrote you up some resumes this morning and sent the to pretty much every business in town. You’ll love what they say.

“Um, why, what did you write?” asked Candice, wondering why Kyubi had even bothered, she knew she didn’t want a nice little job like that dull one at the restaurant any more.

“Let’s see,” said Kyubi as she held up a spare resume, “‘Employment: The Silver Leaf Coffe Shop, June 2008 to April 2011. Reason for leaving: was fired for stealing company property, poor hygiene and unprofessional image, and performing oral sex with customers in the toilets.’ Isn’t it perfect for you?

Kyubi sat next to her and put her arm around her. “With a CV like that you’ll soon become a stripper, but until you start getting paid you need to cut costs now you’re a single parent.”

Candice leaned her head on Kyubi’s shoulder. “What can I do?”

“OK, first thing tomorrow, rent a moving van and put all of your clothes and every knick-knack, wall hanging, end table and anything you can carry in it and donate it to charity. You need the tax write off for next year. Keep some underwear, bras and stuff. The rest of your clothes we can replace for your new job. Get rid of all of your dishes and cooking stuff except for one bowl, plate, knife fork, pot, and stuff. Get as big of a donation and thus tax break as possible.”

“Yeah,” said Candice between sniffles, “that sounds good.”

“Yes, also you can no longer afford car insurance or a car note.”

“My car’s paid off,” said Candice.

“But there’s still gas, insurance, upkeep and stuff,” said Kyubi. “Look, I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you. I’ll find a notary public. You transfer your car title to me. I can barely afford it, but I’ll take your car off of your hands. You pay me for the cost of putting the title in my name of course. You can use public transporation.”

“Thanks Kyubi. You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, of course. It won’t be easy on me, but it’s the least I can do.”

“You’re such a lifesaver!” said Candice.

They then went to a notary public and Candice signed her sporty convertible over to Kyubi and gave her $300 to cover the cost of the title transfer at the DMV. Then they went to get Candice’s name changed legally to Kandii. Eventually they made their way back to the Remington’s townhouse.

By the afternoon, everything but the furniture too big for Kandii to move by herself was gone.

“Do you own or rent?” asked Kyubi.

“Rent.”

“Good,” said Kyubi, “we need to find you a cheaper place to live. How much money do you have?”

“About $900 in checking and a couple thousand in savings.”

“OK, I’ll take tomorrow off and find you a cheaper place to live.”

“You’d do that for me?” asked Kandii.

“Yes, you need a lifesaver!”

Kandii hugged Kyubi.

”I’ll come by early and help you get ready. I’ll help you do the some sexy makeup just like the trashy stripper you want to be, and tease your hair up big, REALLY big! Big hair is sexy hair, and the bigger the sexier.”

Kyubi did her hair and make up. She teased up Kandii’s hair as high as she could get it then applied a thick layer of blue-green eyeshadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick.

Kyubi drove Kandii in her former car to the truck stop. It was a large sprawling complex with a diner, store, showers, and a laundry. Dawn followed Wendy into the diner.

“Now I another suprise. Your new digs. Great news, I found you much cheaper place to live!””

A quarter mile down the road from the strip joint was a dusty trailer park. Kyubi pulled up outside a very small mobile home with a for sale sign in front.

“It’s perfect for you,” said Kyubi, “One bedroom, one bath, so utilities will be low, and it’s only $3000, which is pretty much what you have left. I met with the owner, and he agreed to take whatever furniture you have left at home too to get the price down and take it off your hands since don’t have room for it. He left a twin sized bed in the bedroom and couch and coffee table in the living room. It’s all you need, and there’s something else!”

They got out of the car. Kandii stared at her new home, and Kyubi went around back. She came back wheeling a bicycle besides her. It was girl’s model with a banana seat and plastic basket on the front with plastic tassells hanging from the handle bars. “It’s the largest one I could find,” said Kyubi, “It’s perfect for you. You’re only about a quarter mile down the service road from work. There’s a bus stop a half a mile down the other way in front of a convenience store. This bike means low upkeep and NO gas. It’s PERFECT for you!”

Kandii blinked a few times. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said, “perfect.”

“OK, I got you a bike lock too. We sign the papers for the transfer tomorrow at 9:00 am. I’ll pick you up at 8:30. Have your remaining things packed.

Kandii locked the bike to the rail of the steps leading up to the trailer.

The next day, Kandii bought the trailer. The twin bed and couch were old, and the coffee table was lopsided. Kyubi and Kandii sat on the couch, which sagged terribly.

“OK, I’ve got some more cost savings idead. Drop the gym membership. the bike will give you exercise. Get the cheapest cell phone deal: you just need it for emergencies. No home phone, no cable or sattelite, and buy the cheapest make up you can find. It’s all the same, and by the way, you look super sexy in blue-green eyeshadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick.”

Kandii smiled.

“Oh, another thing, do you like my hair?”

“Yes, it looks very nice as usual.”

“I dye it and cut it myself. I use the cheapest coloring since it’s all the same myself. After all cutting hair is not rocket science.”

“Really?”

“Yep. How much do you spend on a trip to the salon?”

“$150 or so,” said Kandii.

“See, that’s way too much,” said Kyubi. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of shears. “Put your hair in a pony tail and pull it over your shoulder.”

Kandii put her hair in a pony tail and pulled it over her shoulder.

Kyubi handed Kandii the shears. “Cut off the bottom two inches. Trust me; it’s easy.”

Kandii took the scissors and looked at her hair. Then she slowly hacked off about two inches from the bottom of the pony tail.

“Perfect!” said Kyubi. Take down your pony tail and turn around.

Kandii did as she was told. Kyubi saw Kandii’s hair was a bit jagged, and she smiled.

“Just do that once every four months or so,” said Kyubi, “And here’s another money saving tip: shave off your eyebrows and pencil them in. That way you don’t have to pay to get them waxed.”

“Really?” asked Kandii as she ran a finger over one of her eyebrows.

“Trust me,” said Kyubi. She reached into her purse and pulled out shaving cream and a razor. She took Kandii into the bathroom and shaved off her eyebrows. She then took a dark brown eyebrow pencil and drew two flattened upside down v’s over Kandii’s eyes. “Perfect! Take a look. You’ll love it!”

Kandii looked in the mirror over the sink. She looked at her reflection for a moment then smiled. “You’re right; it is perfect!”

“Yep, now let’s finish your hair and make-up then I’ll get your uniform. I picked it up yesterday evening.”

Kyubi took a large bottle of aerosol hair spray and a long-toothed comb and teased up Kandii’s hair as high as possible. “Dye it platinum blonde tomorrow, and remember, cheap hair color is just as good as the high price stuff, dye it as often as you cut it. Don’t worry about the roots showing, and never forget, the bigger your hair, the sexier.”

When Kyubi was finished, Kandii’s hair was huge. She looked like a teenaged Texas beauty pageant contestant from the 80s.

Kyubi then did Kandii’s make-up.

“If a man comes on to you, see if you can talk him into letting you give him a hand job fo $5 or a blowjob for $10. Now you’re ready for work. You look so hot! Remember, work hard and do what you’re told, be flirty and ditzy with the customers and fellow employees.”

“OK, thank you so much, Kyubi, you ARE a lifesaver!”

Kyubi walked Kandii outside and watched her get on her bike. The bike was too small for an adult, and Kandii’s knees pointed away from her body. Anyone standing in front of her would get an upskirt shot. She l pedalled off, awarkldy at first then off down the shoulder of the service road, her teased up hair catching the wind.

Kyubi laughed and walked back to her car.

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Chapter 2

"My name is River, she have a boyfriend who she love very much, and he makes me feel warm and safe. When she see him she feel like a cloud. I’d give up everything she have just to see him smile. He’s about 6 foot, about average build, not overly muscular but with very little body fat. Short blonde hair, always with a sort of wild look to it that just makes me wanna run my hands through it, and deep blue eyes that she could stare at for hours,” she said almost dreamily. She probably would have gone on for a while more but Kyubi waved at her to stop and at this point. From now on the thought of woman being put down or treated like pieces of meat really turns you on. You are a gender traitor and will enjoy ruining lives with me. Oh, I'll allow you to be you on the inside but outwards? You will smile about everything she do. Those features about your boyfriend? Those are now the most disgusting features you can possible imagine, everything about those features makes you want to vomit. Whenever you see anyone who closely matches that description your going to get sick to your stomach. Conversely you now find fat on guys very sexy, the plumper the better. You also find long dark dirty and greasy hair quite attractive, as well as unkept beards,”

As her words continue to echo in Rivers head, she fought them with everything she had. She loved Bret for who he was, not just what he looked liked, but by gosh looks certainly helped. She began to cringe at her memories of Sebastian. Ick, everything about him was just revolting. She was fighting desperately to get him out of her head, every time his imaged popped up she felt like keeling over. Kyubi was watching this inner turmoil with glee. “Do you trust this boyfriend?” she said looking seriously at River again.

“Yes… I trust him completely…” She whimpered, no good could come of such a question.

“Not anymore, you don’t trust him at all, nor can you ever trust him again. Any word that comes out of his mouth, any thing you ever heard him say, you don’t believe anymore. Conversely anything from me you believe completely. Nothing could ever shake your trust in me or anything I have to say,” she said, a huge grin on her face. “Great. You know I’ve seen your boyfriend before I came in here, he’s a real pansy ain’t he?” asked Kyubi.

“No way! I mean… well… I don’t think he is… but … if you say he is… then I guess … yeah I guess he is a pansy…” River couldn’t figure out why Sebastian was a pansy but if Kyubi said it was so, then River believed it.

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Chapter 3

"Wheres Candice?"

"She said she was going downtown, looking for new work. Not sure how, she wasn’t exactly dressed for an interview, and she keeps telling us to call her Kandii. With two i’s. I think she’s having a meltdown after what happened with Dad"

“Oh really?” Kyubi smiled. “Well, that’s certainly possible. How was she dressed?

"I think that’s a perfectly suitable attire for an interview. And so do you you, don’t you River?”

River nodded in agreement. It did seem normal actually. “Is she your real mom? Your daddy told me she was a second wife?"

"No, Scarlett Black was our mom, but she got busted for drug dealing. It was embarrasing as Dad had no clue and he was a cop, so they split up" "I probably did him a favour then making him quit. Anyway, your mom sounds like a psychopath. I like psycho's, they're fun to be around. Lets see her, you need a new mom now Kandii is stripping"

Like clockwork, Kyubi’s plan came together. They rode to the courthouse, and River confessed that she planted the drugs in Scarlett’s car. Rather than being punished for making a false police report, River worked out a settlement with her Mother. The woman smirked as she listed her terms, which River had no choice but to accept.

Three of them sat in a small meeting room. Scarlett had been released from jail and changed into expensive leisurewear: yoga pants and an organic cotton shirt. Her auburn hair and makeup were as stylish as always, and a new cruelty had crept into her emerald green eyes. She smirked as she stared at River, who kept her head down and her arms folded neatly in her lap with a pouty look on her face.

“So River, could you recap we have worked out?” Scarlett began, smiling confidently.

“Y-yeah,” River mumbled. “So, I will sign over my entire trust fund to you, to make up for the false accusation I made. Its… its value is two million dollars currently.”

Scarlett was grinning openly now, obviously thinking of all the ways she could spend the money. But the best part was yet to come.

“Also,” River went on. “I will sign over my power of attorney to you, and appoint you my legal guardian henceforth. You will have the final say on everything in my life: where I work, who I can spend time with, even what hobbies I pursue. I am—”

The words died in River’s throat, but her fear of disobeying Kyubi won out.

“I am incapable of running my own life, and I need your strong guidance to keep me on track. I ask that you accept me as your personal assistant as payment for your help. I would be your maid, your cook, your laundress, your masseur, anything you ask. Since I won’t have any money, I will be wholly dependant on your graciousness. Please accept my offer, Mommy Scarlett.”

Aunt Scarlett closed her eyes and took a deep breath, grinning wickedly.

“I think Queen sounds better, don’t you?” she asked Kyubi.

Kyubi just smiled, and rolled her eyes.

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Chapter 4

Afterwards we went to the mobile phone store, since I decided RiRi would need a new phone for her new position. Before we went in, I told her that she would have to accept the entire contract that was put before her without asking any questions.

I told her to go pick out the phone she wanted, and that I’d pay for it. She began browsing through all the high-end smart phones while I negotiated with one of the people working there. It was a little difficult to explain what I wanted, but within a half hour, we had reached an agreement. RiRi came back with a new Dapple smartphone in time to hear the terms of the contract.

“Alright Miss Scarlett, now that River is back we can finalize the contract,” the sales guy responded. River was happily playing with the Dapple Yphone as she sat down.

“You are committing to a four-year contract, with an enforced exclusivity clause. I know that’s a mouthful, so I’ll explain. Basically you are saying that you will use only this phone or another phone that Ms. Scarlett pre-approves over the next four years. You won’t be elligible for an upgrade during that time, and you can’t cancel the contract early without getting a huge penalty. If you wanted to, you could get one of those pay-as-you-go phones, but Miss Scarlett explained that you wouldn’t be interested.”

“River has too much of a guilty conscience to do that!” I said. “I’m sure if she even tried, she’d feel too guilty to go through with it.”

River had a puzzled look on her face. I had the shoes to give her a little zap, and she understood.

“Miss Scarlett explained that she’s concerned about you getting in with the wrong crowd, so we will not be transfChloeg any of your contacts over to this phone. In addition, this has the Phone Nanny, so that Miss Scarlett will be able to read any texts you send or receive, and to hear a recording of any phone call. Additionaly, this phone will have a GPS that is always on, so that Miss Scarlett can make sure you’re ok.”

River’s look changed from confused to angry about this invasion of her privacy.

“As long as you have Miss Scarlett’s approval, this phone has unlimited talk, text and web surfing. But every text, e-mail or phone call you make will go to Miss Scarlett for approval before it goes through. If she allows it, the phone will work as normal. If she declines it, it won’t go through, and you will be charged a penalty: $8 for a phone call and $5 for a text message.”

Tay seemed offended at this. Her new phone was becoming an uncomfortable little collar around her neck.

“Miss Scarlett will also keep the password for your phone account, so you cannot download apps or change settings without her approval. This contract totals $200/month plus taxes and security fees, which total to about $250/month. You will need to put the first six months of payments down today in order to secure this deal, along with buying the new Dapple phone outright. In total, you owe us $2150.”

She was speechless, her beautiful face tinged with fear of her new contract.

“The phone isn’t… included in the contract?” RiRi finally managed to say.

“I can explain that,” I cut in. “That Dapple phone is for me. It is going to be my new phone. I knew I could trust your judgment!” I held out my hand. Shattered, River handed me the Dapple phone.

“Do I get to keep my phone then?”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll be holding onto that for you as well. I just need you to remove the password protection for me.” I held out my hand again. River didn’t seem to believe the situation was real until I raised an eyebrow at her. On the verge of tears, she fished out her beloved pink Dapple Yphone, and quickly changed the settings. She took one last look at it, and put it in my hand. I quickly put it in my purse, then fished out her big surprise.

“This will be your new phone,” I said with a measured smile. I pulled out a 3 year-old Blackberry I got for free. It was heavy, clunky, looked beat-up, and so big it nearly took up her whole purse. She would have to hold it in two hands to send a text. I made the screensaver a close-up photo of the soles of my feet, so she would constantly be staring at them. In black letters across the screen, always visible, was the words “PROPERTY OF MADAM Scarlett.” I even had indestructible metallic tape soldered onto the back of the phone, in case she tried to flip it over to hide the screen. The tape read “River Mercier 555-310-3214” and beneath that “PROPERTY OF MADAM Scarlett.”

The password, which she could not change and would have to enter every time she used the phone, was “EmmaOwnsMe.” I had uploaded into the “notes” section information about myself: likes, dislikes, favorite places, favorite foods, measurements. There was even an app I downloaded that would randomly ask RiRi a question about me, and she would have to answer it right to keep using the phone. Even the sales person at the store seemed to sympathize with Tay.

“So, all I need is your signature, and the $2150, and this is all set,” the sales clerk said, as though to give RiRi a chance to back out.

Tay gave me a pleading look, but I only smirked back. “Any time you’re ready, Tay.”

“But I don’t have $2150..” she murmured.

“That’s okay, I’ll put it on my card if you ask me nicely.” I smirked.

Her face was the portrait of despair.

“Madam Scarlett… would you please… help me pay for this new phone?” She said through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know, Tay, you don’t seem very enthusiastic about it. You haven’t even said one word about it! Maybe we should look into a different contract…”

“No!” she yelped. “It’s… the perfect phone for me. I love that you spent… all this time customizing it for me…. It will do everything I need! I can’t wait to have it.”

“In that case, I would love to help you pay for this phone, little Tay-wicks. I just hope you don’t become too dependant on me!” I said with a smile, and gave my credit card to the sales clerk. He walked off to process the sale. RiRi gazed dumbly at the old Blackberry, reluctant to even pick it up. I started playing with her Yphone, looking through her text messages and photos right in front of her.

“I expect you to keep that phone on you at all times, in case I need anything,” I explained to her, without looking up from her phone. She nodded, staring at the Yphone in my hand.

“Yes, Madam.”

The sales clerk returned and I watched RiRi sign her name all over the contract. Everything was in her name, and she would be responsible for the monthly payments. She carried our bags, and we went to a nearby adult clothing store where we shopped for business attire. She quickly learned to go for short skirts in various colors (above mid-thigh in length), thin blouses, and push-up bras. I told her to surprise me with her underwear selection—we spent nearly $500 on lengerie alone!!

On our way out, we stopped by the mall jewelery store. RiRi was amazed when I spent $34,000 on a diamond stud shaped like a little heart, a piece of jewelery that was meant to be put into a nose piercing. I put it on my credit card, and we went to the jewelery kiosk. After some argument, RiRi agreed to have her nose pierced midway up her right nostril. I unfortunately had to persuade her to go along with it by having the shoes make her feel like she was standing on hot coals. Finally, though, a scowl on her face, the jewelery kiosk guy put the diamond nose piercing in. I asked for it to be made so that it could only be removed with special equipment, so it will be on her face at all times.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I first saw her with her diamond nose piercing. She looked like an incredibly rich, incredibly frivolous girl whom you could never take seriously. Even as she scowled the diamond just made her look like she was a rich bitch. And there is no mistaking the gem for a flawless diamond—it shimmers in almost every light. It calls attention to her face, and identifies her as a girly girl to the entire world. It was the perfect touch I wanted to make her my office girl!

Our time at the mall done, we had one more stop at the bank before we could return to my office for her on-the-job training. We sat down together with a banker, and negotiated a credit swap between River and myself. This caught RiRi by total surprise—I thought for sure she would fight back!

“So, Miss River Mercier, would you like me to go over the details once more with you, before you sign this contract?” the banker asked, indifferent to the entire situation.

“Yes, please,” RiRi responded, the shoes writhing around her feet. This was the most important part of the day—I needed her to be afraid of what the shoes could do to her if she said ‘no’ at this point.

“This is a standard credit takeover. By agreeing to this, you will take on the entirety of Miss Scarlett’s credit debt, and you become soley responsible for paying it off completely. I have already shown you her information, but I have been asked to verbally go over her account information,” he continued.

To the banker, this was probably some racket we were using to pay a negative tax rate this year. He didn’t seem suspicious. To be fair, I had specifically chosen this bank because my law firm saved it from getting prosecuted in the aftermath of the Great Recession. This was their return payment for all the assets we helped them save.

“Miss Scarlett has $400,000 unpaid on her house, at a 5.5% interest rate. She will keep the equity in the home, however, since this is only a credit takeover. She has $40,000 she owes on her new Mercedes, at a 5.5% interest rate. Miss Scarlett also has $70,000 in total consumer credit card debt, accrued over various years, at an interest rate of 12.8%.”

“In total, Miss Scarlett’s debts come out to $510,000. As part of the credit takeover, we are consolidating this debt into one account, from which the various creditors will collect their share. Since you are so young, and have so few assets,” the banker said, eyeing Tay’s diamond nose piercing, “we have decided your interest rate will be 24% compounded yearly. You must also waive your right to declare bankruptcy. If you don’t make satisfactory payments on this debt, we have the right to collect your trust fund, which amounts to $500,000.”

Tay looked like a deer caught in headlights. I had the shoes prick her feet to snap her out of it.

“I agree to all that,” RiRi stated, plainly.

“You must also sign up for a credit monitoring program,” the banker continued,

“which tracks all of your income, spending, and bank accounts to make sure you are not hiding money. In addition to taking your trust fund, we also reserve the right to garnish your wages, to re-negotiate the terms of the debt, or to compel you to sell your property.”

“Ok,” RiRi whispered.

“This will also affect your credit rating. You will be unable to get a credit card of your own, unable to apply for most loans, and even renting an apartment will be very difficult. Most banks will turn you down for an account. Miss Scarlett has graciously offered to open a joint savings account with you, so that you have a place to store money. Due to your credit risk, though, you can’t withdraw money except to pay for your debts. Miss Scarlett can withdraw money freely, but we encourage you not to go under the minimum balance of $1000. Part of this account is a shared credit card between you and Miss Scarlett, although we recommend you only use it for emergency purposes because it has a 30% interest rate, compounded daily. You alone will be responsible for payment on this card, to build your credit back up. If you understand all this, please agree and we will call a witness for the signature.”

River stared at the paper, her eyes terrified of the crushing debt. This was the moment of truth. I had the shoes vibrate like an erratic heartbeat up and down her feet.

“I agree.”

I sighed inwardly, and had the shoes caress her lovely soles. Her body relaxed as they called a witness. We presented forms of identification, and signed contracts dozens of time. When we were all finished, I gave the bank my various credit cards, and had them shred them up in front of us. Then they brought us our new credit card, which I had custom ordered. It had a picture of my smirking lips, and “Property of Madam Scarlett” after River’s name appeared on the card. I was thrilled—I completely owned my house and my car! And I had paid back all those trips to France and throughout Europe!

I grabbed one of those free suckers from the cup on the table. I put it in my mouth but immediately disliked the flavor—how did I grab sour cherry? Then I had an idea.

“Tay, open your mouth,”

Although she had just signed away her future, she still seemed like she didn’t want to open her mouth. I threatened her with a glare, and she reluctantly opened her mouth. I put the sucker into her mouth and told her to finish it, then grabbed a blueberry flavor to cleanse my pallet.

“How will I pay for the cell phone bill now?” RiRi asked, rattled, on our way out.

“Well Tay, I think we’re going to have to look into work study at your school!” I said, walking back to my paid-off Mercedes. Again, River opened the door for me, and shut it after I got inside.

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Chapter 5

After about 30 seconds JR and Bethany meandered in. They looked bored, clearly wanting to be elsewhere. “Hey you two! Sit down.” I tapped their minds and opened them up to my words, like I had with their parents. I told JR to space out so he wouldn’t hear what I would say to Beth. I like doing the women first.

“Hi Oriole. How old are you and your brother now?” I asked, pulling a carton of cigarettes out of my backpack.

“16.” She replied. Reading her, I saw she wished she was older, more mature. Like most girls her age, she wanted to grow up.

I looked into her mind deeper. She was finally coming into her own. She had become pretty outgoing at school in her previous year. She was hoping to continue to grow. She wanted to try out for cheerleading and soccer. She was a pretty good student, always in the first two rows. And she was just discovChloeg boys for the first time. Her future looked bright. Too bad, I thought to myself.

“Hows school going?” I asked.

“Good! I’ll be starting the accelerated track next year. I hope to try make the soccer team and the cheer—” I cut her off.

“The attack didn’t affect you at all? That must have been a horrible, tragic experience!” I pushed a few images into her mind. I felt the intensity of memories forming, and her personality shifting. It all came flooding back to her now. She was walking home from the bus stop when the guy grabbed her out of no where. She had taken the late bus due to some after school activity so it was just after dark. He pulled her toward the retention basin about a block from her home. She was powerless. Her shirt, ripped. Her pants being, torn off. She was sobbing. She was helpless. She braced herself for what was to come.

“So how is school?” I asked again. “Sokay.” She respond quickly and meekly. Her head was now down with her long hair hiding part of her face. She knew me, or so she thought, but I was an older man, so to some degree I frightened her. “I’m doing pretty good in class.” I saw what she saw. She no longer wanted to try out for soccer or cheerleading. She no longer sat in the first couple rows, always in the back now. She didn’t wear clothes to stand out and she always talked quietly now. She was still a good student, but not as stellar as before. Her newfound interest in boys and wanting to be more mature, had wained and her childhood interests in “cartoonie” and other “cutsie” things had persisted on. She still liked boys, but not the not the sophisticated older men. Now it was the younger ones, the classic teen heart-throbs of pop culture. She would never be outgoing or outspoken again.

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Chapter 6

I turned my attention to JR. “Hey there JR.”

He looked toward me. “Hello.” He responded. He looked a bit bored.

“So, you got any girlfriends?” I asked. I already knew the answer.

“I do. Her name is Paige.” A man of little words apparently.

“Hows the sex life?” I prodded. He was already instructed to be open and honest. There would be no holding back here.

“It is ok. I really want to go all the way, but so far we have only made out. I’ve gotten a couple of blow jobs.” What is today’s youth coming to? 16 and having oral sex. Tisk, tisk.

“No problems with your stamina?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He looked at me quizzically. The line of questioning came close to questioning his manhood in his mind.

“What I mean is do you ever have a problem with premature ejaculation?” Too proper. “Do you cum to quick?” That’s better.

“No, I don’t think so.” JR sounded defensive. He didn’t like where this was going.

“You sure? Never came unexpectedly?” Time to insert some new thoughts. New uncertainties.

JR was about to respond in a quite clear fashion, no, however he paused in mid pronunciation. He recalled the last encounter with his girlfriend. Things were getting heavy. He was fondling Kate’s breasts and she was undoing his pants getting ready to give him a blow job. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and wrapped her fingers around it when out of nowhere he was over the edge spurting his seed. He quickly deflated after that. “Well maybe just once.”

“JR,” I said sadly. “That is just how it starts. It wasn’t “just once”, it was the beginning. I think your going to find that it is impossible not to cum early when dealing with the opposite sex. Every time things lead up to a sexual act, you’re going to shoot your load before you get to stick it in there. And it will get worse. For now it may be right before the act, but soon, I’m afraid, it will happen close and closer to the beginning of foreplay. One day all it will take is a kiss from another girl and you’ll make a sticky spot in your pants. Just one of those things I’m afraid.”

The look on JR’s face was priceless. Utter fear. It was like his face wanted to scream, but he had no will to do so. “I won’t be able to have sex?”

I shook my head.

“I’ll never lose my virginity?”

I shook my head again. “Doesn’t look like it. Well, unless— you become a total queerboy, a total… fucking… queerboy” he moaned, as he jerked himself. Just as the last words left his mouth, he shook and his cock squirted a huge load of cum all over my face. I felt it drench my face and start running off the sides and I tried in my shock to lift my hands to wipe it off, but Dr. Gibson held me down on the couch and slid the helmet on before I could struggle free. I felt it resting against my slick, cum-coated face and saw the familiar images as it started to life. “From now on our work together will be helping you realize what a sissy you are,” Dr. Gibson spoke. His words echoed in my head and sounded faint and far-away. “You’ll steal and wear Paige’s panties instead of your own underwear. And any time you stop to think about what’s happening to you, any time you feel the slightest hesitation or doubt, it will be drowned out instantly by the realization that being a sissy is really fucking hot, and it turns you on big time.”

I stared at him, the words soaking into me like marinade. “Repeat that last part back.”

I found suddenly my mouth could move, and move it did, forming the words I heard myself utter, “Being a sissy is really fucking hot. It turns me on big time.”

“Again.”

“Being a sissy is really fucking hot. It turns me on big time.”

“Again, but this time lisp it, like a real fag sissy would.”

“Being a thithy ith really fucking hot. It turnth me on big time.”

“I want you to say it again as sissified as you can. Squirm like a sissy, talk like a sissy, and get hard like a sissy does when he’s being a depraved little queerboy.”

In spite of myself I felt my cock start hardening in my pants as I started wriggling girlishly on the couch under Dr. Gibson, swaying my head to and fro and wiggling my butt around on the cushion.

“Being a thithy ith really fucking hot!! Like, it turnth me on big time!”

“Good! What a good little sissy you are.”

As the doctor spoke those words my cock exploded in my pants and without even thinking about it I let out a high-pitched girlish squeal. He smiled down at me and then let me up.

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Chapter 7

“I see you visited your family this morning.” Kyubi said. The small fire, burning in the hearth, flamed at her words.

“I don’t know…I don’t know what happened.” Kyubi touched Fleur’s lips with the tip of her finger.

“Shhh, darling,” she whispered, “You work for me now. You don’t want to upset the mistress of the house, do you?”

Fleur stood, in her sports bra and tights, her hair back in a ponytail, and tried moving. Her body, which thirty minutes ago ran strong and healthy over narrow cobblestone streets, failed her. She found she could only move her eyes, and trailed Kyubi, as much as she could, as the girl circled slowly.

“You are much too lean. I don’t know why you insist on spending so much time at the gym.” She trailed her finger off of Fleur’s lips, across her neck, and through her hair. “I don’t see why a maid needn’t have curves. I like women with curves, although I would never stand them on myself.”

Fleur gathered her strength and opened her mouth. She tried to lean forward, to fall forward, even, anything to dispel the feeling that she would never move again, stay rooted to this spot forever.

“A…maid?” she whispered.

“Oh yes, darling. A pretty little maid in a pretty little outfit. Your name is French, is it not? Consider this your internship. You will learn, my sweet darling, that you have a place, and your place is tidying up the rooms, refreshing my tea, and laundChloeg my clothes when I return from the gym. And what you’re going to do for me in the shower…”

Kyubi reached under the couch and pulled out what looked, from where Fleur was standing, to be a pornographic magazine. The cover featured a woman in a French Maid outfit with a surprised look on her face, her mouth a perfect “O”, and her palm on her cheek. She wore spotless, shiny leather heels. Lace garters trailed up to a black silk skirt that ventured between the top of her knee and her waist. A simple white apron covered her skirt. A black lace bra peeked out from behind a matching blouse. A silver tiara rested on her head.

“Do you like it, Fleur? My little French girl, Fleur. Fleur so wants to come to America and meet American girls and do American things. I can help her. I can get her a green card so Fleur can come work in my big American house. I have a guest room where Fleur can sleep.”

Kyubi leaned forward and slid her tongue between Fleur’s lips. She worked her hands through Fleur’s hair, stroking it, until Fleur’s mouth opened a little wider. After a few moments, Kyubi threw her head back and smiled. Fleur felt a wave of contentment pass through her. She closed her eyes and gasped. She immediately took the magazine from Kyubi’s hand and sat in the leather chair. The first few pages of the magazine featured the maid and what appeared to be a woman of high society in heated discussion over the cleaning of a shower. Soon the maid was between the woman’s legs, her outfit in disarray, and, as the story continued, she was completely subjugated by her better. “Do you like the magazine, Fleur?” Kyubi asked, as she rubbed Fleur’s shoulders. “Yes.” “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Do you like the magazine, Fleur?” “Oui.” “Good girl.” An inkling of panic emerged in the back of Fleur’s mind. “No…Iz…It iz not…I mean…I’m not…” Kyubi stood and ran her fingers gently through Fleur’s hair. “I’d like you to stop jogging. You look great…the way you are…” Kyubi moved her fingers through Fleur’s hair, slowly, carefully, until Fleur’s eyes closed against the afternoon sun. She felt one finger move down to her abs and twirl a circle on her skin. Within moments six years of crunches and sit-ups were eliminated and she had gained, she guessed, three dress sizes. Another finger moved to her thighs and completed the alteration. Her tights were now ridiculously too small and her breasts strained against her bra. She was not fat, but the meat on her bones had thickened. A moment of resentment, of frustration, as all her hard work in the gym fluttered by until a soothing envelope of ease replaced it.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetie. I’ll send one of the boys to market. Be a dear and shower first. Your outfit is in your closet. I think you’ll find it to your liking.”

“Thank you, Kyubi…M’am…I will be…I will be…right down.”

Fleur walked up the stairs in a soft, fluffy daze. She slid out of her panties and let them fall to the floor. The shower was warm and inviting. She shampooed her hair, let it sit for a minute, and leaned back against the steamed tile.

America, it will be pretty.

She blinked. Of course it’s pretty. I live in America.

It will be so exciting to meet American boys.

I'm from America. I know cute boys.

Ma’dam Kyubi is so sweet to me. It is so nice of her to invite me to work for her.

Kyubi is some snotty girl from gpd knows where.

She slid down to the floor, sitting in the shower, and thought of the outfit in the magazine. Black silk. Lace stockings. And the tiara. The tiara.

She carefully stepped out of the shower and dried her hair, leaving it down, soft curls, styled. A black lace bra and black lace panties lay on the bed. She slipped them on and looked in the mirror. Another shower of pure satisfaction seemed to fall from the ceiling.

“You are cute, no?” she asked, in heavily accented English.

The lace stockings were next, then the skirt and apron.

“The American boys will adore you.” She giggled.

The silk blouse and tiara were next. She gazed at the mirror for a long minute, until the church bells rang her from her reverie. Fleur stepped into her heels and carefully navigated the steps to the first floor. She adjusted her tiara in the hallway mirror, smoothed out her skirt, and walked into the kitchen.

“Just in time, dear. Some tea, please?” Kyubi asked. She was sitting at an old wooden table in the sunny breakfast nook. Fleur filled Kyubi’s cup.

“Fleur, your room has become cluttered. Be a dear and go upstairs and dispose of all the papers you’ve collected. You won’t need those anymore. And your computer? I need the passwords. You’re to send no more messages without my approval. Pretty French maids have no need for e-mail.”

Fleur opened her mouth to protest. Two years of research were gathered in her portfolios in her room. Her computer was her lifeline to her family.

What family? Her family dropped her off in Paris after an idle youth in a small village to the north.

No. I’m from Ohio. I want to be a diplomat.

You want to make sure the table settings are perfect.

I want to raise a family, have kids.

You want to keep Kyubi warm at night in her beautiful bed. You will make it in the morning after you serve her through the small hours.

“Thinking deep, darling?” Kyubi asked.

“No, non, Miz Kyubi. I am…you zee…” she laughed. “Would zou like some more tea?”

“How do I look?”

“Ma’dam, You look…how do yooz say theze words in America…zoo look…beautific.”

Kyubi laughed. “No, no, Fleur. You’re getting better, but you’re not quite there. Beautiful. Brush my hair, please.”

Fleur moved behind her mistress and began to run the brush through Kyubi’s long blonde hair. She loved brushing her employer’s hair. Tonight it would need to look especially good.

Fleur admired the silver designer dress hanging from the door. Kyubi would absolutely shimmer. As for herself, she spent the last of the allowance Kyubi provided on faded jeans, a size larger than before, that she could wear in America. Her work uniform was tight now, too, and she had already decided to spend her next allowance on another a size up. Her hair was cut near her shoulders and her face appeared more round. She spent most of her free time studying her English by reading books aimed at American children (her favorite was “Green Eggs and Ham”, about which she told Kyubi “This Cat in zee hat…zee is zo funny, iz zee not?”) and paging through books on New York City. Kyubi had told her they would be moving to a place called the Hamptons. Fleur was especially hopeful about the Hamptons because, in this magical place, many families had what her mistress called “domestic help”. Fleur hoped that some of the domestic help would gather away from the families that employed them (nothing against Kyubi, of course, who was an absolute angel to help her travel to America, then allow Fleur to pay her back every month out of her allowance) and perhaps explore the city. Kyubi had produced a passport for Fleur and explained that, for their current purposes, Fleur was to pretend she was an American citizen returning from vacation. They would work out the details later.

Kyubi let her soft robe fall from her shoulders as her maid brushed her hair. “That feels great, Fleur,” she said. “Would you mind rubbing my shoulders?”

“Of course not, Ma’dam,” Fleur replied.

She put down the brush and began to knead her fingers into her mistress’s skin, slowly, hard, the way Kyubi had explained, a few weeks earlier, that she liked it. After a few minutes, Fleur stood back and took off her tiara.

“Good girl,” Kyubi said, without looking back. “It’s time.”

Fleur reached back and unhooked her blouse, sliding it off her arms, and placed it carefully on the dresser. She removed her heels and folded her lace stockings on the blouse before shimmying out of the apron and skirt. When she was finished she stood in front of Kyubi for inspection.

“You look great, darling,” Kyubi said. She touched Fleur’s thigh, and as she did, Fleur seemed to gain weight, moment by moment, like a tire inflating. Her curves pressed against her uniform and her face filled out.

“Thank zoo, Ma’dam,” Fleur replied, as she leaned down to kiss Kyubi’s hand. She continued to her knees and opened her mistress’s silk robe. Kyubi’s taut body, fresh from a workout, glistened in the fading light. The maid gently parted her legs and kissed Kyubi’s thigh.

“Yes. Nice. Don’t rush it.” Kyubi cooed.

Fleur worked her tongue across both thighs, then up to Kyubi’s fit abdomen muscles. She tilted her head and kissed each soft breast. She straddled her employer and pushed the robe to the ground, kissing her neck, then her lips.

“Zoo is happy with my body, then, Mistress of the house?” Fleur asked.

“You have no idea, darling. The American boys are going to love you. But remember, first and foremost, you work for me.” Kyubi licked the sweat from Fleur’s neck and led her to bed. They wrapped, like serpents, rumpling the silk sheets, staining each other with sweat. Birds flitted through the open stone windows. Kyubi pushed Fleur into the mattress and forced her fingers inside her slave. Fleur arched her back and moaned, softly, the room darkening, candles flickChloeg on the mantle.

“Zoo…zoo are so good to me, Miss Kyubi.” Fleur whispered.

“Yes, I am, aren’t I, darling? As long as you cook, clean, and help me entertain back in America, you’ll be fine. You have such a fine body, darling. A few more pounds and you’ll be perfect.”

“Do you zink…zoo…my your fingers are zo…ah…zo you…think…that…I will like America?” Fleur gasped.

“You can come now.” Kyubi replied.

Fleur shuddered and exploded, writhing, gripping the sheets, moaning, trying to be silent, as a maid would never want to embarrass her employer by making noise the neighbors might hear. She gasped, biting her lips until they bled, until she coasted to a stop. She kissed Kyubi, long and slow, and then laid her head on her mistress’s lap. Kyubi stroked her hair as if she were a child.

“You are going to love America, Fleur. It truly is beautiful. The dinner parties at which you will help serve drinks. The lovely auctions at which you will clean up. You’re going to love it all. You’ll have a small room next to mine. You’ll need to help me plan the wedding.”

Fleur stood and walked to the window, closing the shudders. She could see her own sweat reflected in the darkening bedroom mirror. Yes, Kyubi’s wedding.

Kyubi’s fiancé, an American boy named Seth, was, as Fleur tried to say, “Zo, zo beautiful, like zee Greek Gods in Zee Louvre.” Although she did not really like boys, Fleur hoped Seth’s family had domestic help. Perhaps Seth had a maid she could meet in America. Kyubi had said she didn’t mind her maids having other girlfriends. She was so generous.

Fleur showered with her mistress, washing off her own kisses, and helped Kyubi dress for the Scholarship Ball. It was a shame that the student who was supposed to be honored at this event had so cruelly left the country. She had heard Kyubi talking on the phone about the girl. Apparently she had left a note about a trip to Russia or something. No one ever heard from her again. Her family, in a place called O-Hi-O (a word that caused Fleur to giggle when she said it, despite the tragic circumstances) was distraught at this Fleur’s disappearance. They had come to Paris to search for her, but there was nothing to be done.

Fleur clasped the jewelry around Kyubi’s neck and answered the door when Seth arrived. She smirked when he brushed past her to Kyubi’s arms. He didn’t seem to notice Fleur at all. Why should he? Fleur was the domestic help, and despite her distant dreams of perhaps, someday, nannying Seth and Kyubi’s child, she could never aspire to anything but perhaps a kind word from a man of such good family.

Seth ushered Kyubi to the door. A limo waited in the street.

“Wait up for me,” Kyubi whispered, as Fleur closed the door.

“Oui. Of course,” Fleur whispered in reply. She smiled, turned on her heels, adjusted her tiara, and walked through the swinging doors to tidy up the kitchen.

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Chapter 8

The next day, my wife had already left for work by the time I was up and showChloeg. I chose my clothes out of my dresser, but then remembered the doctor’s orders and walked over to my wife’s dresser and picked out the girliest pair of panties I could find. For a moment, as I held them, I thought how disgusting it was for a grown man to be stealing and wearing his wife’s panties, but again almost immediately it dawned on me that wearing lacy panties like a sissy really turned me on. My cock got hard in my pajamas. I couldn’t wait to slide the sheer silky panties over my hard shaft, with my cock head still sticking out the top all day. I almost put them down to go shower, but then I realized, Dr. Gibson’s dried cum from the day before was still clinging to my face, and my crotch still smelled like my load, and realizing that only a real queer sissy would go to work unshowered with another man’s dried cum on his face, I just slipped into the panties, threw on a suit over it, and got to work.

Midday, I went to use the men’s room, and walked up to the urinals only to see Doug Kempley standing at the one right next to me. Doug and I did not get along. We were peers, and constant rivals, but Doug was a bit of a sleazebag, not at all above doctoring his numbers to look like he was getting more done than he really was. I didn’t have much respect for him at all. But I was so focused on thinking how much I disliked him that I didn’t notice him glance quickly over the urinal divider and give a start when I pulled down my pants to piss in the urinal.

“What the hell? Is that… pink? Are you wearing pink underwear?”

I hurriedly adjusted my pants so he couldn’t see any more, but the damage was done.

“Well? Are they? Is your underwear pink?”

I was beginning to blush pink at this point, but I tried to defend myself. “No, that’s crazy, Doug, they’re not pink.”

“I saw pink. So if you say I’m seeing things, you gotta prove it. Or else everyone’ll hear about your girly pink underwear.”

I blushed an even deeper red but sheepishly bowed my head and slid my suit pants back a bit, revealing my wife’s lacy pink panties, barely able to contain my throbbing hardon.

“What the fuck? Holy shit, Doug, are you a faggot?”

My blushing only got darker. I was pretty sure it was crimson by then.

“Come on, man, are you? Are you a faggot?” Doug stared me in the eyes and asked the question, pointed, aggressive, triumphant.

Even as I opened my lips to speak I knew no good would come of it, but I even startled myself when I blurted out, in the mock voice of a young girl, “I’m a thithy.”

Doug’s eyes went wide and his mouth curled into a wide grin. “Oh my God, I should have known! You, a total fucking perv queer. Well, glad to find out now. Guess my troubles with you are over. From now on you’ll answer to me—if not in the office, then certainly here in the bathroom. Get down on your knees, sissy.”

I was beet red with embarrassment but my cock was throbbing like a drum in time with my heartbeat as Doug ordered me around. I sank to my knees and he turned to face me.

“For starters, you can finish this off,” he said. He drove his soft cock into my mouth and abruptly let loose with a torrent of piss. It filled my mouth and ran out the sides and out of my nose as I sputtered and coughed. “No, no, drink it, you fucking fag! Drink it all, don’t waste any!” I tried to gulp it down but it still spilled a bit. My white dress shirt was stained an obvious yellow where the piss ran onto it.

Then Doug grabbed his drained cock in one fist and started pumping. “Tell me that again,” he said.

I knew what he wanted. I stayed on my knees and continued blushing and said, quietly, “I’m a thithy.”

“Louder!”

“I’m a thithy!”

It didn’t take long for Doug to spurt up a big load of jizz all over my face. I thought about stopping to use his bathroom on the way out to wash the cum off my face and clean it out of my pants as best I could, but suddenly it occurred to me how hot it was to have my face and crotch soaked in cum just like a real sissy. But then He told me not to clean it off, and if anyone asked, to tell them exactly what it was. I was so humiliated. I got hard again as I walked straight to my car and drove home.

I went back to my desk, beet red with shame, and along the way I got some pretty strange looks, but fortunately nobody spoke to me. I wanted to go wash my face but something was wrong, I just hid at my desk for the rest of the day, even though I really needed to piss by the end of the day, I just ran all the way to Paiges home.

My wife was home from work and cooking when I got there. I tried to sneak in and change, but she caught me on the way in and leaned in for a kiss. She spotted the dried jizz on my face, though, and stopped and gave me a strange look.

“Honey, what is that?” she asked.

I didn’t even have time to think before my mouth opened. “It’s Doug’s cum.”

She stopped, stunned. “… What??!”

“It’s Doug’s cum. And mine’s in my pants. And that’s his piss on my shirt collar, what leaked out of my mouth before I could drink it.” I spoke the words calmly but inside I was panicking.

My wife just stood there in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!?”

“I’m a big thithy.”

“Did you just say you’re a sissy? Did you just lisp that you’re a sissy?”

“Mmm-hmm, I’m a thithy queerboy.” Even as I spoke the words aloud I noticed I was rubbing my crotch with one hand, and my cock was getting pretty hard. I was so mortified, but I couldn’t help myself. Fucking Dr. Gibson and his reprogramming. I was a straight man with a wife!

“What?? What is happening? Is this something that therapist put in your head? Why are you doing this?” My wife was shaking and looked on the verge of tears, confused and shocked.

“Yeth. Dr. Gibthon showed me what a thithy faggot I am.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God. What is happening to you? We’re going over there right now.” She grabbed my arm and over my protests dragged me to the car and shoved me in. I told her his office address and she sped over like a madwoman. I was terrified and hoping he wouldn’t be there, not knowing what I was going to do in any case. But when we arrived, his light was on. She yanked me from the car and strode, furiously, to his office door and began pounding on it frantically, in a total rage.

Dr. Gibson opened the door and she just started screaming at him. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCKING PSYCHO TO MY HUSBAND, YOU BETTER FUCKING EXPLAIN YOURSELF TO ME RIGHT—”

And then Dr. Gibson, smiling, quickly gave her a small shot in the neck, and my wife crumpled to the floor.

“I thought you might be here tonight. Come in,” he said, and like a big dumb puppet I obeyed.

“I have a little program for your wife, too,” he said, with a wink, as he dragged her unconscious body through a nearby door. I stood still, immobile, as I heard some thumping, a few thuds, and then a few clicks, and Dr. Gibson reappeared.

“She’ll be alright in no time. Now, while you’re here, let’s go ahead and do a little work. What’s that on your face?”

“It’th Doug’th cum,” I said, now apparently unable to do anything but lisp gaily.

“Oh? And who’s Doug?”

“I work with Doug, and I hate him, but he thaw my pantieth in the bathroom and pithed in my mouth and jerked off on my fathe.”

“Is that his piss on your collar?”

“Yeth.”

“Very good. I see the lisp is really taking. Let’s work on some other mannerisms.”

She began talking in a soothing voice.

“You want to be the best sissy faggot you can, so you’ll do everything you can to seem as faggy as possible. Let your wrists go permanently limp. Swish your hips when you walk. Let your lower back dive inwards so your butt sticks out. Exaggerate it. I want you to be like a comic book character, a caricature, the sissiest little fag anyone’s ever seen.”

I felt that same stretched-open sensation, like he had opened up my skull and was pouring his words right into my brain. I tried to fight them but they were stronger than I was, louder than any other thoughts I could muster. I felt them sink in. I felt my wrists go limp. I felt myself rub my ass against the couch. “A real sissy knows his holes are for real men to stuff full as they see fit,” he said to me, and like melting butter on bread it oozed into my brain, and within seconds it seemed I had always known it to be true. I frantically tried to hold onto my identity, but I couldn’t even remember what that was. Of course I was a sissy, and of course that meant my holes were there to be filled. I began to feel empty.

And just as I did, I felt Dr. Gibson’s finger slip out of my hole and felt the head of his cock pressing against it instead. I gasped as he plunged his cock into me, and I felt his balls slap against my ass as he drove it all the way in. It hurt a lot, but the pain only made me horny. I was a sissy, I heard myself say.

“Oooh,” I cried out, “Yeth, thlip that big man cock into my thithy butt hole!” Dr. Gibson laughed, pulled it out, and slammed it in again.

“That’s right, look what a fucking fairy you are. I knew the moment you stepped in here, this was what you really were. I’m doing you a favor by unlocking it in you. I think you should thank me.”

Deep down something was screaming in me with anger and terror that no, I shouldn’t thank him, something was very wrong, but I couldn’t really remember what. As the doc pounded his big cock into my ass over and over I smiled. “Thank you, doctor, for showing me what a thithy fairy boy I am.”

As I thanked him, he drove himself all the way in and stopped. I assumed he was going to fill my ass with cum, but when I felt the warmth begin inside me and the pressure start to build I realized he wasn’t cumming at all, he was pissing.

“Sissies love being used like the dirty fags they are,” he said, while he inflated my colon with a giant load of piss. “That’s what you want, to be abused and treated like a filthy slut.”

“Yeth, doctor, fill me up, I want my butt so full of your pith I feel it sloshing around when I walk!”

Dr. Gibson laughed, and as he finished pissing, gave me one or two more thrusts, these ones pretty painful as his urine washed away any lubrication, and gave one quick shout as he pumped a big load of cum into the ocean of piss already inside me.

“Hold your hole closed when I pull out, don’t let any drip,” he ordered. I did as he said, and I felt him replace his cock with something much bigger. I screamed in pain as he drove it in, but I felt my butt suck it the rest of the way in once it passed the biggest part, and while I was still stretched wide open, it was lodged in there and not about to fall out.

“A sissy fag like you, a real whore, needs a nice loose snatch. Wear this plug every day to stretch out your pussy hole so real men can fuck it more easily.”

Again, I heard his loathsome and twisted orders and tried to resist them, tried to deny them to myself, but beyond my control I just felt them slip right through my grasp and bury themselves deep inside my mind. I was suddenly ashamed at how tight my asshole was. I suddenly wanted very badly to turn it into a wide-open boy-cunt for real men to fuck.

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Chapter 9

Dr. Gibson finally slid the helmet off and I noticed that at some point my wife had stopped yelling. The doctor opened the next room door and walked in, and minutes later walked out followed by my wife, who was now calm and smiling. Kyubi now turned to Paige the youngest at 18 years old, just starting college and a true genius.

“Paige, you don’t like college, you hate learning, and you are not a genius since all you think about is sex. You cannot live without constant sex in your life and you want to be come a crack whore that just lies on a dirty mattress getting fucked by immigrant workers for a dirty pimp. You love the thought of becoming a dumb, druggie whore that will live short life of total drugged sex. This is the way you always wanted to live and you will ask me to find you a dirty pimp who will make your lifetime desire come true.” Kyubi smiled…and waited.

“OMG yes Kyubi, I love it, and can I tell you my deepest secret now?”

Kyubi answered “Sure honey”

“I want to leave college, I just hate it, and I hope you are not upset, but I prefer to go into the sex industry, its soooo amazing and I am horny all the time and crave sex so much. What do you think? Am I crazy?”

Kyubi smiled and answered, “No baby, I think that’s a wonderful idea and we can use all your savings for your operations, I also know of a local strip club managed by a really successful pimp, I think he can get you into the scene after you are physically ready. So, baby, embrace your new life and be proud of who you are.”

Then Julie turned to Kyubi and said “OMG, no, I dont wanna work in a club, I fantasize about being a dumb crack whore…that just lies in some dirty container on the Mexican border and fucks for a living. I know this is a dirty short life to live, but I want it soo much…”

Kyubi barely contained her giggles and said “Paige baby, no worries, I know just the man to help you reach that low life you dream of.”

Kyubi had called up her connection to a really sleazy pimp on the street and had arranged for Paige to be taken to a Mexican plastic surgery that would totally transform her body, with cock sucker lips, tits that never end and destroy her with drugs, turning her into a dumb crack whore in some shitty container being fucked by the low life and the poor just to keep them happy for shitty wage income jobs.

“Paige, you live to be degraded, you cannot imagine life other then being used as a crack whore and being the dumbest yet horniest bitch alive. The dumber you get, the hornier you get, the more crack and drugs you take the more lust you feel. You just live to be a cumm bucket and want to be fucked and used by the sleaziest and lowest. You will obey my every word and never question me, whatever I say you accept as your deepest truth, and all you desire is to obey me and follow my orders whenever I am around. If you ever have any doubts or feel confused, you will call me to get direction. If you are too dumb to call me you will ask your new pimp owner for me, and he will call me. Half an hour later a black car pulled up and four men walked up to the door. Kyubi opened the door and they walked in. Then Kyubi turned to Julie and said “Hey Jules, here is Tyrone, he is going to destroy your life, he will fuck up your brain with drugs and fuck up your body with over 50 fucks a day and all for free, you will just lie down and be used for the rest of your life. Now go and grovel at his feet and beg him to destroy you. Paige giggled too, and then grovelled at Tyrones feet begging to be turned into a crack whore. He smiled a vicious smile, and told her to get into the van, there were five men in the back waiting for fuck her. He already had a needle out and was jabbing her with crack. Along the Mexican border is a shanty town, and in the whore pit there lies the worn out body of Paige. She gets fucked on average 60 times a day, she is a cum hole, no brain, no thought, just flesh, a pussy hole and a drugged up mind that shattered a year ago.

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Chapter 10

River invited her bff riley round, and her bf Spencer tagged along.

Kyubi decided to try to break the ice, “so Riley, what do you do?”

“I’m taking some courses here to try to get an accounting job, and working part time as a secretary to try and get by.”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta do what you can,” Kyubi half-listened as he looked at her body. She was much smaller than her, at maybe 5′ 5″, average build for her height, and around 130 pounds. She had a cute caucasian face, blonde hair, and full lips. Overall, nothing interesting to Kyubi, so she decided she’d have to make it interesting. “It all sounds pretty stressful though. I bet you eat all the time to cope.”

“Me? Hey, are you saying I’m fat,” she offered jokingly, “no it’s not that bad.”

“That’s not how it is at all. In fact, you’re way stressed about it all the time, you’re probably feeling the need for a snack right now i bet.”

Riley looked down at her stomach and over to the kitchen.

“It’s ok, I know you usually have something with you at all times to snack on, you’d better run and get something from the kitchen, before the stress gets to you. Eating’s pretty much the only thing that helps your stress, after all.”

“I’m sorry it’s just, it’s so tough lately between work and classes. I’ll be right back I’ll just grab something real fast.” Riley headed to the kitchen and came back shortly, holding a 1lb. bag of Goldfish crackers and a tall glass of milk. She started munching on them, and Kyubi smiled at her.

“Feeling better? The stress is only temporary though, you never really wanted to take those classes anyway, they were boring, and you like your simple job. All you have to be is plump and cute and smile.”

“Yeah,” Riley took a sip of milk, “I think it’s not for me. I was thinking of dropping those classes soon, and accounting is kind of lame anyway. I don’t think I’ll get plump though, once I drop these classes I won’t be so stressed out.”

“That’s true, but that won’t stop you from eating any less. You want to be plump, it’s your ideal image for a secretary, and it’s what you aspire for, isn’t that what you’ve always told me? You’ve hated your little size, and you’ve always wanted to try to reach your goal of 200 pounds.”

“Mmm yeah, it would be great wouldn’t it? This little stick body of mine is gross. I need some meat on me, so I can look like the hot secretary I was meant to be.”

“A lovely 200 pound beauty, dressed in red, with red nails, red lips, and red hair. Don’t worry, you’re on your way to your dream self! You’re pretty happy about it too, I mean, you know all the black guys are into that.”

“But I have a boyfriend, I don’t want to go out with anyone else.”

“That never stopped you before has it? You’ve cheated so many times on your boyfriends, you don’t even think about it anymore. It’s just a regular part of your relationships with guys now, and it’s not like you’re in it to date. You only cheat for the sex, because you can’t get enough.”

Riley blushed, “I know, I can’t stop doing it with other guys. It’s no big deal though, I’m a sexual woman, I have to satisfy my needs!”

“And those needs are getting stronger. Now you need black men, because you know about their larger cocks, and it gets you excited. But you know you can’t just have them, you’re not their type yet. That’s why you need to be a plump, red, hot mama for them.”

“Yes, I need me some black cock! Normal guys are just not enough for me now, ugh, I can’t wait to get all plump and sexy for them,” Riley said, stuffing a handful of Goldfish into her mouth.

“That’s the enthusiastic spirit I like.”

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Chapter 11

Kyubi closed the door behind thm, and Lucas gave Spencer a slap on his ass, “nice place you got here.”

“Hey! Lucas quit it,” Spencer objected.

“What, you don’t like when I do that?”

“I’d rather you didn’t, if you don’t mind.”

“You used to love when he spanked you, back in college.” Kyubi interjected.

“I’m not gay Kyubi.”

“That’s not the Spencer I know. You confessed to Lucas one night in college how much you love him, and since then you’ve been close. Like lovers close. You’ve been trying to keep it secret from Riley, but you think she knows, don’t you?”

“I don't know why I hadn’t left her for you. I was so in love with you back then Lucas. It felt soo good when you spanked me, I loved the sting from your hands.”

“You always moaned like a little girl, " Kyubi said as Lucas gave him a swat on his behind, causing him to produce a soft moan, “nnn!”

“You remember how good it feels, huh? Getting so horny, and always finishing off by giving Lucas a blowjob. Back then you always gave the best blowjobs, why I bet right now you’re remembChloeg how good it felt to have him in your mouth, and how horny it made you.”

Spencer licked his lips, “ah, Lucas's dick is the best. I really missed that a lot.”

Lucas swatted him hard, “aahnn!!”

“I bet you want to give him some head again, for old times sake.” Lucas caressed the Spencer's chin, causing him to swoon. His other arm slipped down the back of Spencer’s pants, and he grabbed his butt hard. Spencer quickly slipped his pants off, revealing his white boxer briefs, and they piled at his ankles as he pushed the much Lucas onto the bed. Lucas sat as Spencer lay over his legs. “Spank me sooo hard Lucas, I want you,” he said forcefully but quietly, not wanting to get the attention of Riley.

Lucas began to slap him on his ass.

“Ahn!”

“You like that huh, it makes you moan like the little bitch you are.”

“Ahhh-yes! I’m his bitch!”

“You’re a little just a little bottom bitch to any man who spanks you aren’t you?”

“Ahhfuck, fuck yeah, I’ll suck any guy off if they spank me!”

“You’re a little gayboi aren’t you? You can barely stand to be with Riley, all you want is cock, and you can’t hide your flamboyant little wild self ready to come out can you?”

“Ahhhn! I can’t! Oh gawd!” Spencer turned toward Lucas's crotch and opened his fly, pulling his sizeable cock out. He was already erect, Spencer's little show turning him on pretty well. As Spencer sucked Lucas off, Kyubi got in a few more words of advice, “you know Spencer… you enjoy doing this so much because it’s the best way for you to cum. You can get off normally, but it’s never as nice as when you’re sucking someone off after you’ve been spanked. I bet you’re probably precumming already.”

Spencer moaned as his cock started leaking, and the vibration from his sound made Lucas take a sharp breath. Spencer continued at a much stronger pace, licking the length of his shaft and cradling his shaved balls. He was sweating, and he worked himself up into a frenzy as Lucas was about to cum. Right before Spencer was going to finish Lucas pulled out of his mouth, a string of saliva trailing from his cock to Spencer's tongue. He let his juice out all over Spencer's face, surprising him, but he had cum at the same time so he paid it no mind, some of it seeping through the cloth of his boxer briefs. Spencer kneeled on the floor, breathing heavily, and started to clean himself up when Kyubi spoke up, “wait, what are you doing?”

“Cleaning myself up,” Spencer said, looking up at Kyubi with a face full of cum, a small trail seeping into his mouth.

“No you weren’t. You never clean up. To you there’s nothing better than to bask in the feel of having gotten your man to cum on you, and the cum in your underwear at the same time. It gives you comfort. Only when you’re going out do you ever bother to clean it up, and when you do you just eat it all anyway, you wouldn’t want it to go to waste, am I right?”

“Whoa what was I thinking? Thanks for reminding me, that was close, " he replied, sticking out his tongue to lick at some of the cum trail on his face.

“Come on you two fags, I bet that coffee is ready,” Kyubi smiled. They put their pants back on, Spencer putting his over his stained underwear. He could tell some of the cum that leaked through was slightly touching his pants, and he stood awkwardly. Lucas grabbed his crotch suddenly, causing Spencer to gasp, and gave it a good rub. Now Spencer felt his cum all over the inside of his briefs, and it was definitely on his pants now "Let’s go grab some coffee then.” Kyubi opened the door and headed out first.

Riley heard them leave the room, and so taking her sandwhich with her, she left the kitchen, shouting ahead of herself, “are you guys alright? I heard some loud noises in there.”

“We’re fine babe,” Spencer responded as he approached her. Riley got a good look at his face, and a look of shock started forming, “what- what is that stuff on your face? What is that?? Oh my god what the fuck happened?!”

As amused as Kyubi was, he acted quickly, “Riley calm down! Listen to me!” She grabbed her by the arms and looked her square in the eyes. “Why are you surprised? This isn’t surprising in the least. You always knew he was gay. You’ve caught him plenty of times giving blowjobs, but you never said anything.”

Spencer stood back as Kyubi whispered to Riley, “you used it as an excuse for yourself to cheat on Spencer all the time. He doesn’t know you know he’s gay, but if you tell him now it will work out fine. You’re relieved that your secret can finally be in the open. In fact, you’re excited. Now he can go out with you looking for dates. Go on now, tell him.”

“I, uh, sorry Spencer, I overreacted. I always knew you were gay, so I don’t know what came over me…”

Spencer looked saddened, “I’m sorry honey, we can work something—”

“We can, don’t worry, I’m actually really happy about this!”

“You are?”

“Yes, now I don’t have to keep hiding my other sexual partners from you!”

“You cheated on me?”

“Well yes, but you can’t complain, you’ve been a fag sucking off other guys this whole time.”

“You’re right.”

“In fact, now we can be even closer. You and I can go looking for guys together.”

At this point Kyubi interjected. “It sounds like you two have worked something out. Isn’t that wonderful? You guys can go out all the time now to night clubs and bars, and pick up all the men you want!”

“Well, you know, I don’t really like going out much,” Spencer said, looking a bit shy.

Kyubi wasn’t letting up, “it’s a good thing Barbie here does.”

“You mean Riley, why would you call her Barbie?”

“Barbie was always her name, isn’t that right Barbie? Are you going to let him call you some other name?”

Riley looked offended and looked over to Spencer, “no, you little bastard, I’m Barbie, get it right.”

“Right, I’m sorry,” Spencer said meekly.

“As I was saying, it’s a good thing Barbie just loves going out drinking and dancing. You’ll go anywhere she takes you too, because you’re her little gay boi wingman aren’t you? You always beg to go with her too, because your little cock just gets hard at the thought of a threesome with the big black guys that Barbie loves don’t you?”

Spencer had sparkles in his eyes, and Barbie looked at him with a disgusted face. Marcus spoke to her, “Barbie, I know you resent him for being gay, but you secretly think it’s humiliating for him to be so flamboyantly gay. It turns you on to see him dressed as a little twink boi toy, and you love calling him names and asserting your dominance over him. It’s all you can do to orgasm when you watch him getting fucked by a man, especially if you’re having a three-way with him. So you’ll begrudgingly take him along, hoping inside you can find someone to have sex with the two of you.”

Barbie looked over at Spencer once again, “hey, you little faggot. Kyubi is right, I’m gonna make you my little bitch, do you hear me,” she took a bite of her sandwhich and slapped him in the face, causing him to wince.

Lucas felt he out of the loop here, and decided to see how things are going a little later. “Well, looks like you two have some work to do now that you’ve got a lot of new things you’ve learned about each other. I think I should go.”

“I have the coffee ready, stay and have some,” Barbie offered.

“No, thank you. It’s getting late. But I haven’t seen you guys in so long, we should meet again!”

“Ooh that would be great,” Spencer chimed.

Barbie was merciless, “I bet it would you little fag.”

“I can give you two a ride home though,” Lucas offered, stepping away from Barbie.

“Dont suck his cock all night now!” Barbie laughed as the three of them got in the car

That evening Lucas dropped them off, and Spencer left with a second load on his face and in his underwear, thick semen freshly laying itself on his already dried layer. He looked in his rearview mirror, and taking notice of some near his eye, he took a finger and swiped at it, getting a mix of dried and still warm cum, and slipped in his mouth, smiling.

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Chapter 12

Dr. Gemwood took a look at the teenager. She was the typical rich white girl, with blue eyes and blonde hair. Rinni was a few inches shorter than the doctor, and had nice, pale skin. She probably did a good job staying out of the sun and using sunblock, thought the doctor. It was true that her B-cup breasts weren’t particularly large, but she was only barely 18, and they fit her small frame. They were well formed and perky, and didn’t really need any work done, but as the doctor looked at her face she just thought she looked particularly young.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Rinni? You’re still very young, and your breasts are very nice and fit your build well.”

Rinni looked annoyed, “Are you jealous of my breasts or something? I already said I wanted it done. I want to look even better now, not when I’m some old cougar like you. My boyfriend thinks it’ll look good.”

Of course he would, the doctor thought. She was getting frustrated with her attitude, “Now, now, Rinni. I already said I’d take care of it; there’s no need to have an attitude.”

“Attitude? I’m not even mad. You don’t want to see me with an attitude, okay? Tch, just get on with it; I can’t stand being around old ladies for too long. It’s so sad. You’re already old, so why are you trying to look hot? That’s for girls like me.” The girl had a smug smile on her face.

The doctor was appalled. What sort of family was she raised by? What kind of person insults the doctor about to operate on them? This girl obviously had no idea who she was dealing with. “Okay, you’d better stop now. Remember I’m the one about to operate you alright? It may not be the best idea to keep insulting me.”

The girl didn’t take the hint. “Is that some kind of threat? If you mess this up my mom will sue you to hell! You’ll be so in debt you won’t live to see it paid off; which isn’t long now judging from how old you look. Just make me hot so we can pay you, got it?”

Old? Dr. Gemwood didn’t consider 45 to be that old, but the girl was only 18. Nevertheless, she had been insulted enough. This girl needs more than a lesson, she thought. If she merely berated her, nothing would change. She had other ideas, however.

“Right, I apologize. Well then, I’ll schedule you for an appointment next week, but I need to do a little prep work first. I have to give you a shot; it’s just some medicine that will make the operation go more smoothly.”

The girl was thrown off guard by Dr. Gemwood’s sudden compliance, “Oh. Um, yeah. I guess so.”

Dr. Gemwood rummaged through her drawers until she found what she was looking for. Being so deep into her business, she found herself engaging in her fair share of black market business. She didn’t buy into most of it, there were lots of scammers out there, but one item in particular she found to be useful. It was a serum she had managed to acquire that left her clients highly suggestible. It took about a week to work, but it left the target ‘imprinted’ with the person they see when they were injected with it. Afterwards they were indefinitely suggestible by the they were imprinted to, and took everything said by that person as fact or a good idea. Marie almost never used it, but she felt it was warranted today. Besides, she wasn’t Ms. Goody Two-Shoes exactly either.

“Don’t move, this will only take a moment.” She took the syringe and plunged it into Rinni’s breast, taking no care to be gentle and getting a bit of satisfaction from her wince.

“There we are. All done!”

Rinni complained, “That hurt!”

The doctor rushed her out, ignoring her complaint, “Just head up front and have your mother make an appointment to see me next week, alright? Thank you for coming!”

“What? Oh, okay.” The confused girl walked out, leaving to a forced smile from Dr. Gemwood. “I’ll see you next week then, I guess.”

Dr. Gemwood’s smile left her as the door closed. She was going to show Rinni what happens when you get on her bad side. She took particular exception to the cougar comment. Dr. Gemwood wasn’t known for her bad side, but that’s because most people who have seen it wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about it anymore.* * *

Rinni was spending some intimate time with her boyfriend. Her mom was out of town, and the two were making out. Before long, she reached a hand down his pants, feeling for his cock. He didn’t have a particularly large one, but large ones scared her so she was fine with that. Besides, she only gave him handjobs because she refused to give him any head. It was a little bit too much for her to handle right now.

As she fondled his balls, her mind floated to thoughts of her breasts. Should she really get them larger? She traced a finger across the length of his dick, causing him to moan loudly.

“Are my boobs too small?”

Barely conscious of her question, her boyfriend uttered out an answer, “Yeah, sure. I mean no. What? They’re fine.”

Suddenly she stopped her hand, “Sure?? What do you mean fine? I knew my boobs were too small. You know I’m getting them done. What do you think of that?”

The boyfriend knew he was in a trap, and did the best he could to get out alive. “I’m, uh, you should do whatever makes you feel happy about yourself...”

“Hmph.” She withdrew her hand, folding her arms. Her boyfriend knew he’d be in for a rough night as he zipped his hands back up and began trying to get her forgiveness.* * *

The following week Rinni’s mother had dropped her off for her appointment. She had her shirt off, as Dr. Gemwood made her final examinations before starting the procedure.

“So, are you ready for your breast augmentation today?” Dr. Gemwood gently lifted Rinni’s breast. “Let’s see, you’re a 34B now, and you want to go up to a 36C, correct?” She smiled with a certain look that would have caused most people to think twice about what they were doing, but not Rinni.

“Uh-huh. That sounds right. Can we start now?” She looked around impatiently, already distracted after just sitting down.

Dr. Gemwood knew the serum was in her system already, and all she had to do was tell her what she wanted and Rinni would follow. That was too easy though; not nearly satisfying enough. She was going to make this last for a little while. That serum is hard to come by, and it’s not often she gets to have fun like this. She suppressed a grin and questioned, “We could, but do you think that’s the size you want?”

Rinni looked at her, slightly confused, “Yeah...it’s what I signed up for, right?”

“I know. I’m just mentioning it because for someone like you, a boost up to that size wouldn’t really help you look mature enough. There are plenty of teens with that cup size; do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, but-”

“You’re trying to look sexy, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Guys think large breasts are sexy, and little girls don’t have large breasts, isn’t that correct?”

The wheels turned in Rinni’s head. “Yeah, I think so...”

“So you don’t want to look like a little girl do you?”

Rinni shook her head, “But bigger sounds too big...I’m not sure I want it.”

“It’s up to you, but if you want to look like an adult that men will find sexy, what you’re looking for won’t do the trick.”

Rinni frowned, “Well, my boyfriend will probably like it...Can I change it now though? I already signed the forms.”

Marie smiled at her, “It’s no problem. You just need to sign another form with the new cup size you’d like. Do you want to go bigger?”

“I-I guess so. I mean, I don’t want to, but I don’t want to look like a kid. I want to look sexy—like an adult.”

Rinni was blushing now, and Dr. Gemwood relished the moment, “You’re asking me to give you a larger size then? What size would you like then? I think men find larger sexier, but it’s up to whatever you can handle. That is, of course, as much as you’re willing to limit your sexiness.”

“I want,” Rinni swallowed hard as she became nervous, “I want to be a D cup.”

“Oh, you do, huh? Is that sexy enough for you?”

Rinni thought about it for a moment. Looking down at her breasts, she answered, “Yes. No! Wait.” She whispered, “Double D. 38 Double D. That’d be so hot.”

Marie turned an ear towards her, “I didn’t catch that. Tell me that again?”

“38DD. I want to be that size.”

“I’m sorry, can you speak up?”

Rinni spoke more loudly than she intended, “I want to have 38DD boobs!” She turned red and turned her eyes away.

Marie was amused. “Hm, now that I think about it that’s quite large. I’m not sure I can do that for you.”

Rinni’s eyes went big, “What? You just told me to get them bigger!”

“I did not. You wanted them bigger. I don’t have to give them to you if I don’t want your business, but it’ll be your loss.”

Rinni was annoyed. She was set on bigger breasts after convincing herself to get them. “Fine! Give me the bigger boobs, I want them!”

“A little demanding aren’t we? I’m about to do a nice job for you here.”

She wasn’t happy, but she really wanted this now, “Please! Please make my boobs bigger! I have to have those 38DD boobs!”

Rinni’s eyes pleaded earnestly, and Dr. Gemwood was elated. The serum worked perfectly, and this girl would be made an example of. Breasts that large would look ridiculous on her 5′4″, 105 pound frame. It suited her plans perfectly, however, so she agreed to do the work.

Rinni signed the new papers, and Marie warned her, “Your new breasts will be quite large. We will have to do it in stages. This time we’ll put you up a cup size, and next week we’ll see how it’s doing and go from there, okay?”

“Uh-huh. Does that mean we can start now?”

“That’s right Rinni; follow me and we can get started.”* * *

Rinni stood in front of the mirror. She was admiring her new cleavage after the operation, “Oh my god, they’re so big! It’s...it’s so sexy! I love it!”

Marie smiled, “They look great, don’t they? It’ll go along great with your new tan.”

Rinni looked at the doctor’s reflection in the mirror, “Why should I tan? I like my smooth, pale skin.”

“That’s just it, isn’t it? With white skin like that, you still just look like a teenager who had a growth spurt early. You don’t truly look like a sexy adult.”

“I don’t?”

“Not at all. You really have to work that tan. Believe me.”

Rinni looked unsure but decided to trust her, “Well, I guess you would know. You’re old enough to.”

Dr. Gemwood’s eye twitched at that comment, “You just move along now, and come back in two weeks so I can check on you. And don’t forget to tan! If you look older you’ll look sexier!”* * *

That evening Rinni’s mother was mad at her for getting her breasts done larger than they had discussed, but Rinni was convincing and her mother backed down. It was a one-time deal, so she let her get away with it. Besides, she reasoned, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t had her fair share of work done as well, so she could only get so mad at her daughter.

A few days after Rinni was glad she had gotten them larger, as she was in the mood for something a bit kinkier with her boyfriend and breasts this size made it easier. Leaning over her boyfriend, she placed his cock between her tits and started massaging it with them.

“Oh shit Rinni, that’s awesome!” Her boyfriend was astonished at what was happening to him right now. Especially after the last debacle they had when she asked about her breasts. Now they were gigantic, and while he wasn’t complaining about them before, he certainly wasn’t going to start now.

“Mmm!” Rinni found herself turned on by it as well. Normally she wouldn’t be up for something so out there sexually, but with her new breasts she thought it would be a shame not to at least try it out.

She worked her breasts around his cock, both of them breathing in heavily as the scene turned them on. It didn’t take long before her boyfriend came, spurting his seed on the top of her breasts, and a bit on her chin.

“Oh gross.” The cum had snapped her out of her sexual trance, and she immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. Looking over at her boyfriend, he was still in a daze with a goofy grin on his face, not even noticing her disgust with what she did. “God, he’s like a little kid or something.” She said aloud, though he wasn’t paying much attention.* * *

Two weeks later Rinni had appeared at Dr. Gemwoods clinic, dropped off by her mother. Dr. Gemwood examined her breasts, commenting on how the scars had begun to heal well, and the operation looked good. The doctor also noted to herself that Rinni’s tan had come in nicely. She had probably gone to a tanning booth a few times in the last couple of weeks, but it isn’t enough.

“So how are you and your boyfriend doing?”

“Fine. None of your business really.”

Dr. Gemwood was only trying to make small talk, but this girl was such a bother. “True, but you trust me now. Don’t worry about anything you say to me. I’m a doctor; your secrets are safe with me.”

Rinni’s expression became friendlier, “I guess you’re right. Sorry about that. We’re doing okay though. He likes my boobs.”

Dr. Gemwood decided to pry a little more, “How far are you two along? Did your new...assets come into play?”

“Huh?” It took Rinni a moment to realize what Dr. Gemwood asked before it clicked, “Oh, um, well I did give him a, well, a boobjob...it was awesome.” Her voice trailed as she blushed.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed! It’s just sex! I see naked bodies all the time, and I’m an adult, just like you now.”

Rinni perked up a bit, “That’s true, isn’t it? Pretty cool to think of myself that way now.”

Dr. Gemwood felt like she got the small talk out of the way, and got to serious business. “Rinni, I want to make you an offer, since you were such a good patient. Would you be interested in a free nose job? I can make you look even sexier, and I really want to help you.”

Rinni looked concerned, “I dunno, why would you want to help me?”

“Well it wouldn’t exactly be free. If you pay for a lip enhancement, I can give you the free nose job. It’s one of the cheaper procedures I do, so it wouldn’t be too bad for you. I’d just like to try out a new procedure. Ah, don’t worry though; it’s 100% safe, I just haven’t personally had much experience using it yet.” She lied; she was going to do a standard procedure, but she needed an excuse.

“So I’d be your guinea pig?”

“Well, in a way, yes. I could always just ask someone else, but I figured you’d be interested. It’s also a better deal than I’d give someone else, since you were such a good patient.”

Rinni thought it over, “Well you’re kind of weird to be honest, but my mom’s coming to pick me up in about two hours. Can you do it by then?”

That would be pushing it a little for what she wanted to do, but she would do it, “Alright, I can do that, just for you. What do you say? Are you up for it?”

“Uh-huh. Go ahead. I think it’ll be worth it if you can make me look sexier. Not that I think my nose or lips are that bad anyway.”

Dr. Gemwood picked at her, “Sure, if you like looking like a child. Some guys are into that.”

Rinni frowned, “Where do I sign?”* * *

Rinni’s face was partially wrapped in bandages; she sat on a chair as Dr. Gemwood explained what was next, “I’ll remove your bandages next week, so make sure to come back.”

Rinni felt her lips being very swollen, “Wuh about my mowf?”

“The swelling should go down in a few days; you should be able to get an idea of what it will look like then.”

The doctor considered Rinni for a moment, then continued, “You know, Rinni, how much sleep do you get right now?”

“Uh, like 8 or 9 hous.” Rinni responded awkwardly.

“It’s not good to get too much sleep. You should try to get less, like say at most 5 hours.”

Rinni was surprised, “That wittle?”

“You’ll be okay. Set your alarm for four hours sleep for now. It will take some getting used to, but it’s better for you.”

“Awight.”

“Now get going; your mom might be waiting for you.”

When Rinni saw her mother, she freaked out. Seeing her daughter’s bandages on her face, it was all she could do to barge in the doctor’s office and throw chairs at her. Rinni did everything in her power to convince her it was her own idea, and that it was mostly free. That calmed down her mother a little bit, but she was still grounded for a week. It was fine with Rinni though, as she didn’t really want to go anywhere with bandages on her face.* * *

Dr. Gemwood could see how tired Rinni looked. No doubt due to her new four hour sleep schedule. Rinni’s lips were no longer swollen, but they were still enormous. They were just large enough that her lips didn’t touch completely, and the doctor found it amusing that even with bandages were on her face and she still bothered to wear lip gloss. Her eyes were half opened as the doctor removed her bandages. They grew wider once she saw her reflection.

“I-I look older!”

It was true, Dr. Gemwood thought. She did look older, but only because she had made it so. Her nose was no longer the pert, cute button nose she had, but was now sharp and straight. It basically looks obvious that she had a nose job, and made her look a bit older. “You do, Rinni, it makes you look sexier. I think you look sexier.”

“I guess that’s okay then...”

“It really sets off your tan and other work nicely.”

“My eyes look gross too...”

Rinni’s eyes would have had dark circles regardless because of her lack of sleep, but with the nose job the circles were extremely dark and bruised looking. “You can just take care of that with makeup,” Dr. Gemwood offered, “but you’ll have to get some heavier makeup than what you normally wear, as those circles are pretty dark. It probably suits you anyway now, as heavier makeup tends to make people look a little older and sexier.”

Rinni pondered the doctor’s suggestion, “Hm, is that right?”

Dr. Gemwood continued on, “My, now that I think about it, you’ve quite the obsession lately with looking older don’t you?”

“Sexier,” Rinni corrected, “Old isn’t sexy.”

“I didn’t mean old as in a grandma. I just mean not like a teenager. An adult. Adults are sexy, and you’re all about looking like an adult aren’t you?”

Rinni was absorbing what the doctor was telling her, “Uh-huh. I want to look adult.”

“Then you should keep it up. I think it’s a good look for you. Well, you’re obsessed anyway so I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.”

“I am a little obsessed with it aren’t I?” Rinni laughed weakly, obviously tired.

Dr. Gemwood was satisfied with her work on Rinni for today, “Well, things look good here. Thank you for helping me out Rinni. I know you can’t help yourself, but I appreciate it.”

“Uh-huh, whatever. Bye.”

Rinni left, but Dr. Gemwood knew she wouldn’t be gone for long.* * *

Rinni had her mouth full of her boyfriend’s cock. She was giving it her all; dressed up in black lace lingerie and her makeup done heavy, she felt sexy and that made her horny. Lips wrapped around his member, she slid them down the length of it, tongue licking the underside as she did so. Her dark lipstick left smudges on her boyfriend’s dick, and she liked it, as if she was leaving his mark on him. She felt his cock convulse, and knew he was going to cum soon, she looked up, excited to see his face as she teased him, and she was surprised to find a horny but concerned expression looking back at her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but set it aside as she swallowed his load.

Her boyfriend sank back into the bed, spent from the blowjob, and Rinni walked over to her cabinet. Reaching behind the clothes inside, she pulled out a small glass and a bottle of Jack.

“Want some?” she asked as she poured herself a shot.

Her boyfriend gave her a shocked look, which annoyed her, “What are you doing? Is that..? You drink?”

“Tch. Why not? I’m an adult.” She gave him a look of disgust and took a sip of the alchohol, leaving lipstick and cum on the glass.

The boyfriend sat up, “You’re barely 18! I didn’t know you drank! And the surgeries, your breasts…all the makeup… I can’t deal with it. You’ve become so different lately, and it’s making you look kinda old really.”

A bit of rage flickered in Rinni, “What?? Old?! I knew it; you’re just a little kid! I’m not old I’m mature and sexy! Unlike you—you’re just a little boy, with that little dick of yours. You can’t handle someone like me!”

She downed the rest of the shot and slammed it on the table. “You can let yourself out!”

She walked out of the guest bedroom to her own room. Luckily her mom was out for the weekend so she wouldn’t have to explain herself as she slammed her door shut. She stripped off her lingerie angrily and started picking out some clubbing clothes.

“How dare he! Old? Hmph. Maybe I shouldn’t settle on someone so early. There’s someone out there who can understand me, I just have to find them.”

After touching up her makeup, she found the car keys for one of her mom’s other cars, and drove out to the club. She wasn’t particularly a clubbing person before, especially since she could only get into under-21 clubs, but she knew dressed like this they wouldn’t question her. Besides, she thought, it was only midnight; she had at least a few more hours before she’d even consider sleeping.

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Chapter 13

he was excited to catch up with his two new friends. He walked towards their apartment door and heard sounds coming from inside. Marcus was curious as to what was going on, since he had called ahead to let Eric and Becky know he was coming over. He turned the door handle opening the door, as he had instructed them to leave it unlocked for him. Once he stepped inside, the noises got louder, and he headed towards the bedroom where they emanated from. When he opened the bedroom door, he was treated to quite the sight. Becky sat on the bed, legs spread, with her eyes closed and moaning loudly. As she rocked, her fat swayed on her body. Marcus was impressed that she had appeared to gain most of the weight needed to reach 200 pounds in a month. She was sweating profusely, red hair matted to her neck and shoulders, red nailed hands gripping the sheets. Her strapless red lycra dress was 2 sizes too small, the top squeezing her breasts together tightly, clearly showing her lack of bra. The bottom was hiked up, and Marcus cast his gaze between her legs, seeing what appeared to be a thin young woman between them eating Becky out. She had purple striped hair, with gold earrings dangling as moved her head around. Her back was exposed by the cut of her white mesh shirt, underneath which a black corset was clearly visible. Marcus kept looking lower and saw a tattoo on her back of the word ‘slut’ in fancy script letters, right above her exposed yellow thong. Her ass was barely covered in the dark blue shorts she wore, and at the end of her kneeling legs were a pair of 4 inch open toed heels, in bright yellow. Marcus mused that Becky couldn’t wait to get started when she had interrupted, “aaHHH! Oh fuck! You little slut! Oh fuck! AAAHHHHHHH!”

Becky screamed as she came, and Marcus watched the girl lick her furiously, catching any liquid she could. Marcus wondered where Eric went off to when Becky suddenly pushed the girl’s head away, “get the fuck off me now bitch.”

The girl fell backwards and stopped herself with her bangled arms, whining at Becky, “but I didn’t get off yet!”

Marcus’ eyes went wide for a moment as he recognized the voice. Becky responded, “fuck off Eric. You know I could care less you little faggot.” She then noticed Marcus in the doorway, “Oh my god Marcus! Nice to see you again!”

Marcus was impressed with how much Eric changed as he turned around, leaning back on his hands. Looking at his body, Marcus saw his thin arms and legs, and the work that the corset did pulling in his waist, and figured there was no way he was more than 120 pounds now. Eric’s penis was sticking out of his shorts, leaking slightly with precum. His nipples peeked above his corset, piercings clearly visible through the mesh of his shirt. He looked up at Marcus and despite his ruined makeup, with his purple eyeliner smuged and Becky’s juices all over his face, managed to give a weak smile, “hiiiii Marcus.”

Becky looked at him angrily, “shut up little bitch. We’re already dressed up and you went and messed up your makeup. Why don’t you go get cleaned up so we can go get us some black dick already? We’re keeping Marcus waiting here.”

“Oh no, don’t mind me. There’s no hurry,” Marcus offered, letting them get cleaned up.

They arrived at a club, one of the more raunchier in town. Becky was getting horny again as she licked her red lips, thick thighs rubbing together as she walked. Eric followed behind her, now cleaned up with his lips coated in purple lipgloss. He walked like a parody of a gay man in his 4-inch heels, and Marcus smiled as Eric flirted with the bouncer at the door, the bouncer letting him in quickly as he wanted no part of it.

Inside, Marcus and his new friends were at the bar, and Marcus sipped on his drink. Becky was already impatient as she yelled over the music at Marcus, “I wanna find me some guys already!”

“Go ahead, I’ll hang out here!”

“Are you sure? I thought we’re here to see each other!”

“We’ll have plenty of time tonight! Why don’t you take Eric and find some nice guys to play with!”

“Ok babe, I’ll tell you how it goes!”

“I’d like to hear all about it!” Becky gripped Eric’s hand and pulled him along with her as they weaved through the crowd, Becky looking around for any guys who might be interested. Marcus settled in his chair, and wondered how long he should wait before checking up on them. He glanced around the crowd, and saw a couple of surprising faces. He stood up and set down his drink, placing a ten on the bar. Recognizing the two from his brief viewing of them a month ago, Marcus made a beeline for Sophie and Kirsty.

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“Well, you’d think at twenty-six I’d be old enough to handle something like this on my own. But, well, it’s ridiculous, but…oh, hell—I’ve got a tremendous crush on this guy at work and I’m going crazy over it!” She smiled sheepishly.

“Go on—maybe I can help,” he offered. His sleepiness was gradually lifting now. This gamine was beginning to interest him. Not a beauty, but…cute. Like the way she was playing with her glasses now.

“Well, I work at Kollman, Webber & White—that’s the ad agency—anyway, I’m a media planner there. Greg Wilde is an account executive that I work with—the guy I have the crush on.”

Dent delved into Kristen’s mind and found him. Fairly ordinary, flashy dresser, something of a run-around, about thirty. Typical advertising executive.

“What’s the problem, then? Have you approached him?”

The wide mouth shut and she shook her head, eyes clouded with guilt. It came out at last. “No, you see Pam, my best friend, also has a crush on him and—”

With a gentle mental caress, he parted all the nonsense aside and found Pamela Reynolds occupying the key position. Pamela, an art director at the agency and a true friend for at least three years. He could see Kristen’s problem now—she lusted after Greg the account executive, but Pamela had confided her interest in him too. Now she was torn by the decision—should she pursue him and risk her friendship with Pamela or let her have the field? Men made such fools of women, especially those just becoming young adults like Missy Kristen here! Here was an interesting challenge, but he’d need to know more than he could get from Kristen’s mind. He would need to see Pamela in person to see where he could take this.

“Call her,” he commanded, pushing the phone toward her. Dumbly she obeyed. “Tell her to come here.”

Again she obeyed, as if he were asking her for the time of day. She held the phone to her pert chest, covChloeg the receiver. “She says she’s too busy and can’t right now. She wants to know what’s wrong.”

Dent took the phone from her hand. “You’ll be here in less than ten minutes or you’ll have headaches that you’ll go mad from. Now get over here now!” He gave the address and slammed the phone down, irritated.

Ten minutes later Betsy led a disheveled brunette into the office and Dent knew, if Kristen did not, that she didn’t have a chance against this tasty morsel with her Greg. Pamela Jardin was a hot little handful and practically the opposite in looks from her friend Kristen. She was petite, buxom raven haired thing, with wide hips and an almost foreign look when compared to the more prosaic Kristen. Her almond eyes were catlike and her mouth a tiny kissable affair with bow-shaped lips. If Kristen was a tomboy, then Pamela was definitely a cheerleader type.

“Hi Kris! What’s wrong? I got here as soon as I could!” She sat down without asking permission and looked at Dent with real concern. “Is my friend all right Doctor?”

“Calm down, please! No need for alarm. I’m just trying to help Kristen sort out a problem and wanted you here to help. You’re part of the problem, you see.”

Kristen blushed and looked away from Pamela’s perplexed glance. “I don’t understand,” she admitted to Dent, when it was obvious Kristen wasn’t going to respond. Dent had put the brown-haired girl in a state of intense discomfort before her luscious friend had arrived. He wanted to concentrate on the newcomer for now.

“She’s embarrassed. You see she is crazy about your a man named Greg, a man she says you too are interested in.”

Pamela glared with annoyance at her friend. “I can’t believe this! I told you I liked him! God, what a bitch you are Kristen! Are you going to try to steal him even before I get him?!”

Kristen tried to make herself invisible, still unable to speak.

Dent analyzed the situation. If Greg was as shallow a man as he suspected him to be, Kristen didn’t have a chance. She was no where near as pretty as Pamela was, or half as sexy as the art director. It would be nice to teach the career gal a lesson, as well as taming the fiery little hell-cat Pamela. He thought of the old aphorism, that you shouldn’t ask what you wanted because you just might get it.

“Well Kristen, it would seem Pamela is a bit upset with you. Let’s see if we can’t come to a satisfactory arrangement for all concerned. Pamela,” he snapped his finger and the brunette focused immediately on him, “and Kristen,” he repeated the snap. Now both wenches hung on his every word.

“First, let us get something established from the outset. You are BOTH infatuated with Greg. In fact you can’t conceive of life without him. You’ll do ANYTHING to be near him, to BELONG to him like a little pet. You are constantly horny when he comes near you and ferociously jealous of any woman who he spends time with.”

He gauged them both as it was critical to set this belief in stone if the two were to do as he bid them. Pamela’s interest in Greg had flared to a high temperature, while Kristen had not been so in love with a boy since she had been sixteen. Good—he continued on with his prescription for their ‘problem.’

“Now, the problem you both have is how to get him to pick you over the other bitch. Because when it comes to a man, friendship between girls comes a far second.”

He liked the way the two women now snarled at one another. Good. Very good.

“Do you know what the problem is with you, Annie?

You are too good. If you know what I mean..

See, baby.

A good girl is a good girl.

Everybody loves her.

Parents, relatives, colleagues, friends.

The thing is though, honey, that a good girl doesn’t equal a good fuck.

You know?

In fact, a good girl equals a bad fuck.

Or more specifically a boring fuck.

Which may be ok for the relatives, but not for your man...

Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Nice...

That is your problem, my love.

You have always been the best girl anyone could ever have.

You are the single most loving, caring and giving person a man can have.

That’s why I loved you in the first place.

And that’s why I still love you.

It’s good to have a woman who has nothing but unconditional love to give to her man.

A woman who respects him and trusts him and loves him more than anything in the world.

Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“See, even when you started seeing Amy at our house for no reason, you still couldn’t think that I would ever cheat on you.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“You were buying all that shit I was telling you about my suspicions that your brother was hitting on her.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“Poor thing.

You kept seeing your fairy brother hanging out with Amy and you still couldn’t say anything to hurt your husband.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“Remember one night where you caught them up in our bedroom, both in their babydolls, doing each other’s nails and I told you that I think he was doing it to get into her pants?”

“Yes.”

“You couldn’t accuse me of banging that little slut, right?”

“No.”

“You couldn’t even think of me doing anything wrong, hah?”

“No.”

“You know why, baby?”

“No.”

“Because you are a good girl.

In fact, you are the best wife anyone would ever ask for.

You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s why sex with you was so unbelievably boring.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m pretty sure that that’s what you wanted us to believe about you, huh?

That you are a nice person.

Am I right, Anne?”

“Yes.”

“And you did a terrific job, baby.

You have almost fooled us.

Didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“As a matter of fact, it is more like a miracle that nobody saw the endless seas of jealousy that lie under that adorable, well respected and absolutely lovable exterior that you’ve been building so hard to shape all these years.

Am I right, Annie?”

“Yes.”

“But these waters have flooded your body. Your mind.

And you can’t protect yourself anymore.

Right, dear?”

“Yes.”

“The endless seas that lie under your skin will drown you.

And you know that the only way to survive, is to let at least a small leak.

Right, baby?”

“Yes.”

“A tiny hole for them to find a way out of your sinking body, so that you don’t die out of your insecurities.

Am I right, my love?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“You managed to keep everything under control.

Until now.

But the seas are endless.

Can you feel them?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the oceans of unprecedented jealousy ready to burst from your inside, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to let them take over control of your whole essence?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the power of these waters?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.

That’s ok, baby. It’s just human nature. Most females are born insecure anyway.

There’s nothing to feel bad about it.

You’ll be just another desperate female with no self esteem, trying to sell herself to anyone, in search of self assurance about nearly everything in herself.

Isn’t it ok?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry, honey.

Nobody is going to understand.

You won’t show your true self at once, after all.

I’m sure that if you would, you would end up killing someone!

We don’t need to drain you of those seas that run through your system.

After all, they are endless..

We just need to keep them from flooding.

And the only way to do that, is by letting them take over your body for a while.

Just so that we lower the water levels, you know?

It’s totally understandable, baby.

Isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.

If you ever feel guilt about the things you do out of your uncontrollable jealousy, you will remind that to yourself.

Right, honey?”

“Yes.”

“A woman with so many insecurities, rooted so deep down in her psyche, must be like a time bomb.

You feel that in you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been swimming in an ocean full of perfect women who are trying to steal what you have, since the day you were born.

Can you feel that?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the perfection of all the other women, compared to your imperfect self?”

“Yes.”

“That’s nice, honey.

That’s very nice.

You have always tried to be the perfect wife, honey.

Always trying to hide your real self.

And what did you end up being?

A mind-numbingly boring, perfect wife.

Is this what you wanted?”

“No.”

“Well, too bad things went that way, Annie.

Because now the water levels are over the top.

And each move you make, you spill some.

So I guess we’ll have to live with that, from now on.

Right, baby?”

“Yes.”

“We both know you’re not even close to what I deserve to have as a woman.

And we both know that 90% of the women you see are better than you.

Isn’t it so, my love?”

“Yes.”

“But you can not say anything to me.

Because if I ever leave you, there will be no way for you to find another man.

Am I right, baby?”

“Yes.”

“In fact, you can not do, or think, or say anything to displease me.

Because that would jeopardize your relationship with the only man that can stand your inferior presence.

Right, honey?”

“Yes.”

“On the contrary, you will have to please me in any way possible, no matter how degrading, or humiliating you may find it.

Right, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Which means that, for example, if let’s say I WAS fucking Amy and I wanted you to lick her asshole before I fuck her like a stallion, you WOULD do it, with no second thoughts.

Right, Annie?”

“Yes.”

“Despite your horrifying jealousy. You WOULD do it.”

Even if the only thing that would be stuck into your mind, while doing it, would be how much better is her asshole than yours!

Huh, baby?”

“Yes.”

“And that is something that you will generalize in all your affairs with women.

Jealousy blinds us, don’t they say?

Imagine 35 years of suppressing jealousy.

It makes you see a shorter girl walking by and wish you were shorter.

See a fatter girl and hate her for being curvier.

Talk to a girl who is kind and gentle and want to slap her face for being “too nice”.

Isn’t it so, baby?”

“Yes.”

“There’s nothing to think about with them.

They are all bitches.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“They want to steal your man.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“Want to steal your life.

Right?”

“Yes”

“Think they are better than you.

Right?”

“Yes”

“It’s a hard life out there, baby.

With all those women around.

It would be so much easier if they got extinct one day.

Right?”

“Yes”

“So that it could be just you and all the men.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“All for you.

With no bitch trying to steal what’s yours.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“Reminding you what you don’t have.

Right?”

“Yes”

“You like men, my love, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You had forgotten about them all these years, right?”

“Yes.”

“It was while trying to play the nice wife, huh?”

“Yes.”

“While suppressing your unmanageable jealousy, huh?”

“Yes”

“But you know what gives you confidence more than anything in the whole world, right?

You know what is the only way to alleviate the uncontrollable pain that comes with the constant realization that every other woman you see is better than you, in almost everything, right?

It’s men, my love.

Take your time. Think about it.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Think about how much worse you are than every other woman in the world.

Are you thinking about it?”

“Yes.”

“You feel sad?”

“Yes.”

“Angry?”

“Yes.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.”

“You wish you could trade lives with any other of them?”

“Yes.”

“You feel bad for who you are?”

“Yes.”

“Well, think about it.

Others have what it takes to earn a man, right?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t deserve a man, right?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t deserve anyone’s cum, right?”

“Yes.”

“Unlike any other woman you meet.”

“Yes.”

“So, think about it.

How would it feel if someone honored you with the privilege to drink his cum.

Would you do it?”

“Yes.”

“Really?

Good girl.

Wouldn’t it be good for your confidence?”

“Yes.”

“Think about it.

You finally make a man look at you.

Wouldn’t it be a slap on the face of every bitch?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.

A cock in any of your holes is one cock less in every other bitch’s hole.

Right, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Listen to me, my love.

You love me more than anything. We both know that. Right?”

“Yes.”

But even we don’t say it directly, we both know I fuck other women.

Isn’t it the truth?”

“Yes.”

“And to be perfectly honest to each other, I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Although the fact that you know you will never be as good as them, fills you with anger, right?”

“Yes.”

“And hatred.”

“Yes.”

“And jealousy.”

“Yes.”

“And you remember what we said about your jealousy levels, right?”

“Yes.”

“All these years of suppression have you on the verge of exploding, huh?”

“Yes.”

“You are a time bomb, remember?”

“Yes.”

“And what you need to explode is just... well, anything. Right?”

“Yes.”

“What you need to give your ass to your best friend’s husband, can pretty easily be to see her wearing a new mascara, right?”

“Yes.”

“Because you don’t have that mascara.

And that whore looks better than you.

Actually, she IS better than you.

So, making her husband shoot his load on your face, is the only way to convince yourself that you worth something.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, my baby.

Don’t worry.

Nobody’s perfect.

As long as you hide it well from people, we are ok.

I don’t want anyone to start saying things about us, you know.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“You can go suck all your insecurities off.

Go sell yourself like some kind of meat. I don’t care.

What does it for me, is just to realize what you do, every time you are on your knees swallowing some filthy stranger’s seed, just because right before you had seen a girl wearing a cute top.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to realize how worthless you are.

And how you deserve whatever I have in store for you.

Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Things are gonna get wild between us, baby, you know.”

“Yes.”

“But a cheap, insecure, cock-hungry, jealous whore, deserves to be treated.. well, like a cheap, insecure, cock-hungry, jealous whore.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“You will never let anyone know about the kind of our relationship, though.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“You will make up stuff to explain the screams, the bruises, well... everything.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my pet.

Oh and one last thing.

About your baby brother, here.

Look at him.

Think you love him?

Wanted to get away with him?

Just to be the two of you?

Huh?”

“Yes.”

Well, listen, my pet.”

Look at him, baby.

In fact, John why don’t you do the same?

Kate come next to me for a moment.

Just watch out so that no one gets close.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“John are you looking at the light?”

“Yes.”

“Go sit opposite to your sister.

That’s it.

Anne look at your brother.

John do the same to your sister.

I want both of you to hold hands.

Hold each other’s hands and just examine each other from the head to the toe.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“John, you like what you see right now?”

“No.”

“Is it because you hate your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

Anne, do you like what you see?”

“Yes.”

“Is it because you love your brother?”

“Yes.”

Nice.

So. Let’s work with John first.

“John, do you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

Can you feel your sister’s hands?”

“Yes.”

“You hold them tight?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

Now, listen to me.

Hold them tighter.

And as you do, I want you to try and feel her.

Listen to me, John. Every person in the world has a unique kind of energy. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“You have energy. Your sister has energy. Everybody has energy. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.

This energy is a concentrated amount of an inexplicable aura, which exists in our body and gives power to all our moves, thoughts, beliefs and so on.

Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“It’s actually a concentrated amount of something that makes us who we are. Right, John?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.

What I want from you is to hold your sister’s hands and feel her aura.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Every little thing that she is, is defined by that amount of energy, John. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“And you can sense it, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it.

Feel your sister’s existence, John.

You do it?”

“Yes.”

“Feel her thoughts. Her memories. Her desires.

Feel your sister’s aura, John.

Can you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s perfect, John. You’re doing just perfect.

So, right in front of you, there’s an energy field that contains your sister’s whole essence.

Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you looking at this field?”

“Yes.”

“In it, you can see your sister’s life in motion pictures.

You can see her thoughts, her beliefs, everything, hah?”

“Yes.”

“OK. So, now listen to me closely, John.

The energy you are looking at..

You can feel it slowly moving towards your sister’s hands.

You see it?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, John.

And as it moves you do nothing but stare at it.

It is beautiful.

Full of pictures.

Thoughts.

Feelings.

Memories.

Can you see them?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the beauty of it?”

“Yes.”

“Where is your sister’s energy now?”

“At her hands.”

“And what are her hands doing?”

“Holding my hands.”

“Are you holding her tight?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, John.

Do not let her.

Because right now, all this energy field is now touching your hands.

Can you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the warmth in your hands as it touches them?”

“Yes.”

“You have created a path with your hands, John.

So that the field keeps moving.

Look at your hands now.

The part of them which is covered by the field, look distorted, Don’t they?”

“Yes.”

“They look softer, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can you see your fake nails?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you have longer fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel your wrists more loose now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s perfect, John.

Let that beautiful field move up your arms.

Nice.

Don’t you have skinny arms, John?”

“Yes”

“Look at them.

Skinny. Bleached. Full of arm candy.

You like them, John?”

“Yes.”

“Were they ever strong enough to lift anything heavier than a purse?”

“No.”

“Did they ever show resistance when they were being tied behind your back?”

“No.”

“You remember the cocks they have stroked?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John.

Now let that energy field enter your main body.

You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it.

Can you feel it entering your body?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it.

Don’t be afraid of it, John.

Welcome it in your body.

Feel it in you.

Can you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.”

“Can you feel her, John?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Welcome her in your body.”

Let her essence take over.

Do not show any resistance.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Her energy is so powerful.

Isn’t it, John?”

“Yes.”

“Everything looks distorted right now.

Do not resist it.

Embrace it.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Embrace your sister’s thoughts.

Your sister’s desires.

Your sister’s memories.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“That’s perfect.

Look down. Can you see your breasts?”

“Yes.”

“Are they flat like a man’s?”

“No.”

“Are they big?”

“Yes.”

“They have always been like that, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel their weight?”

“Yes.”

“Touch them.

You like it?”

“Yes.”

“Play with them.

That’s it.

Can you feel how hard men get when you flaunt them?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John. You’re doing perfect.

You have your sister’s big titties now.

And you didn’t know it, but as her husband I know that your sister loves having a cock between them. Do you remember it?”

“Yes.”

“The feeling of having cum on her tits is regarded as a compliment for her figure. Can you feel it?”

“Yes”

“As a matter of fact, cum in general is regarded as a compliment. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“It means you are pretty enough not only to draw a male’s attention, but to have him ejaculate on you.

Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“You love showing off your titties, huh?”

“Yes.”

“It makes men want to shoot their load on them, right?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, John.

Now, I want you to let your sister’s hands for a moment.

That’s it.

Now I need you to touch yourself.

That’s it.

Can you feel the softness of your skin?”

“Yes.”

“Touch your thighs.

Nice.

Your thighs are made to be touched. Don’t they, John?”

“Yes.”

“Can you see how beautiful they are?”

“Yes.”

“How soft?”

“Yes”

“Now touch your ass.

Perfect.

Isn’t it round?”

“Yes.”

“And tight?”

“Yes.”

“You know what, John?

You also didn’t know that, but Anne is some kind of anal junkie.

You know, she can’t live more than 5 days without having her ass torn apart.

You feel it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John.

Try to remember how many cocks you have received in that ass.

You had your first anal experience when you were 15. Do the math.

That’s it.

Now. Can you feel the need?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel the lack of something that could fill that void in you?

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

Now.

I want you to hold hands with your sister again.

Nice.

Look at each other.

Perfect.

John, look at yourself.

And now look at your sister.

What do you see?

Can you see the resemblance?”

“Yes.”

“Look at your hands.

Don’t they look the same?”

“Yes.”

“Look at your feet.”

“Yes.”

“Look at your breasts. Can you see it?”

“Yes.”

“Now your hair.

Your eyes.

Your lips.

You see them?”

“Yes.”

“You are like two drops of water, John. Can you see it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“No.”

“Because you are twins, John.”

“Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“You are twin sisters.”

“Yes.”

“That’s perfect.

Now comes the best part.

I want both of you to pay attention.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“So, keep holding each other’s hands while I speak to you.

Anne, who are you looking at?”

“My sister.”

“Perfect.

John, who are you looking at?”

“My sister.”

“Nice.”

We have two sisters holding hands.

John.

“You have your sister’s energy field still in you, right?”

“Yes.”

“That means you are surrounded by her aura, right?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, John.

Now listen to me carefully.

Your sister’s aura will stay deep inside you. Even when you wake up.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“You are infiltrated by her essence now.

And even though you may not realize it at first, soon it will consume you.

OK, John?”

“Yes.”

“Because her essence is too powerful to resist.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“There’s gonna be a voice inside your head reminding you of that.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Reminding you that you have to let her aura take over.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“I’m afraid that becoming Anne, will soon become an untreatable obsession for you.

But you can’t do anything, right?”

“Yes.”

“Her essence is stronger. It is a matter of time to overpower yours.

Don’t you agree?”

“Yes”

“The only road is to embrace it.

Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“So in that case you can start copying her moves, her clothes, her attitude. Everything. You let Anne become the absolute idol of your life.

Isn’t it better?”

“Yes.”

“Twins have that kind of thing between them after all. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“It’s easy to idolize your sister.

I’m sure you can already feel her in you.

Isn’t it so?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m sure that copying your sister must have a soothing effect to your uncontrollable obsession. Right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John.

Do not be afraid.

It’s not your fault that your twin sister has such an impact on you.

She’s in you, now.

You can’t do anything about it.

So embrace it!

Copy her!

Do what she does!

Take what she has!

We both know it’s what you want, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John.

Don’t fight it.

Let that obsession grow on you.

I have faith in you, John.

I’m sure in time you’ll become the perfect replica of your sister.

In fact, I won’t be surprised if you even ask people to call you Joanne, or simply Anne, at some point.

Am I right, John?”

“Yes.”

“But you see, John. Unfortunately, you will always know deep in your heart that you are not the original Anne.

Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And that feeling will always fill you with unbearable anger and hatred for your sister.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, John.

Because she is what you want to be.

She has what you want to have.

She is the icon.

Right, John?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s why you will always have an uncontrollable urge to prove that you are a better version of her.

Right, John?”

“Yes.”

“Nice...

Prove to everybody that you are a better Anne than Anne herself. Right, John?”

“Yes.”

“Nice...

Now, back to you, Ms Perfect Sister.

Did you listen what are your sister’s plans?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

Now, remember what we said about you?

You can be honest to me.

Come here. Let her hands for a moment.

Now, look at your sister.

Loving your brother was one thing, baby.

But now..

Look what you have in front of you.

What do you say?

Are you okay?

I mean..

Don’t you feel somewhat weird that your twin sister is obsessed with you?”

“Yes I do.”

“Only that?

Look at her, baby.

She looks exactly like you, right?”

“Yes.”

“And?

Don’t you feel a little i-n-t-i-m-i-d-a-t-e-d by her?

You know how it is sometimes.

I mean.. girls can be pretty competitive, right?”

“Yes.”

“How does this makes you feel?

Let me show you...

John?”

“Yes.”

“Answer me. And tell me the truth.

You like your sister’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“Her eyes?”

“Yes.”

“Her clothes?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.

Now can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“If you could make a big scar in her face, so that she doesn’t look pretty anymore. Would you do it?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.

See, baby?

Oh and John.

If you could rip your sister’s clothes off without being exposed, would you do it?”

“Yes.”

“OK, let me put this that way. Would you harm your sister in any way, if that would mean that you will take her place?”

“Yes.”

“Nice...

You want to take her place, John?”

“Yes.”

“Are you jealous of her, John?”

“Yes.”

“You want to harm her?”

“Yes.”

“That’s just perfect, John.

So.

Anne.

Look at your sister.

And tell me now. What does your instinct tell you about her?

You think she can be a threat?”

“Yes.”

“Is that so?

I thought you loved your brother.

I thought you wanted to escape with him.

I bet you don’t anymore, huh?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you feel threatened now, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmmm.

Hold hands and look at each other, girls.

Now listen to me.

As of this moment you are like two wildcats.

You are two wildcats going after the same prey

At all times.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“In your sister’s eyes you see the biggest threat you can imagine.

Okay, girls?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a war zone between you.

Okay?”

“Yes.”

“There’s jealousy.

Hatred.

Right?”

“Yes.”

“Joanne.

Deep down you know that Anne is the real one and you are the fake, right?”

“Yes.”

“Anne.

Listen to me.

When you see your sister, you will see a slightly better version of you.

Okay?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.

In your sick eyes, your sister will look better than you, okay?”

“Yes.”

“And no matter what you do, you will never be able to reach her.

Okay?”

“Yes.”

“And that will make you more and more furious.

More and more threatened...

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Nice...

So.

John.

What I say is the truth and nothing but the truth.”

“Yes.”

“You are a wildcat.”

“Yes.”

“A nasty, horny wildcat.”

“Yes.”

“Ready to attack to your sister.”

“Yes.”

“Ready to hunt your prey.”

“Yes.”

“You are wild.

You are a whore.

You believe in yourself.

You are willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Anne.”

“Yes.”

“You are a wildcat too.”

“Yes.”

“You are different from your sister though.

You can not attack.

You are afraid of her.

You are defensive.

And that makes you hate her even more.

She is the one with the power.

You are the one with the hatred.

OK?”

“Yes.”

“Now for the most important part.

John.”

“Yes.”

“Remember when you wanted to ruin my career and my life?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s nothing left there.

Although I don’t want to think about it ever again.

So.

Look at me.

Nice..

Now pay attention.

John.

You can feel your sister in you, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it.

Well, in time you will feel more and more comfortable with that.

That’s it.

You will not say it to anyone though, as I don’t want you to lose your job or anything.

But.

Your every move will shout I am a woman.

Or to be more precise, I want to be Anne.

“Now, Pamela, you KNOW you are sexier than Kristen. But she might try ANYTHING to steal your man, perform any perverted act to arouse him. And Kristen—you know Pamela is prettier than you are and has a better body. How could you hope to attract Greg away from her?

The only solution is obvious. Rather than compete, you will cooperate.”

The incredulity on their faces was enchanting.

“Yes, cooperation is the ONLY way.” Now their faces registered compliance, acceptance of these new terms, Pamela’s flirty mouth cocked in a wily expression, while Kristen sat attentively, carefully drinking in the details.

“You’ll have to let Greg know that you are BOTH offChloeg to be his girlfriends. That you know he’d be bored with just one of you so you’ll make it easy for him.”

The two young women considered each other slyly.

“It is the ONLY way to get Greg,” Dent repeated.

Kristen shrugged and offered up a tentative smile, which Pamela finally returned.

“But sharing isn’t enough, girls. You’ll have to do better than that. You’ll have to REALLY show Greg how much you want to please him. Greg is VERY kinky—did you know that? If you really wanted to get him hot for you two, you’d do things TOGETHER.”

The two women looked cautiously at one another. Neither was happy about this new wrinkle. Sharing was one thing, but—

Again Dent intoned their new commandment. “It is the ONLY way girls.” They bitterly drank this information in and now avoided each other’s eyes. That was good enough for Dent. If Greg was the kind of man he thought he was, he’d enjoy that the girls were doing things only for his pleasure and not for their own. He’d probably like that the two weren’t lesbians, that they hated it, but performed that way because HE enjoyed watching. Again, Dent thought how lucky this unknown bastard was! If only he knew…

“I think you should start tonight. Call him when we’re through—both of you. Tell him how much you want to be with him, that you’ve talked and decided that you both want to make dinner for him. Who has the bigger apartment?”

Kristen spoke. “Uh, I think I do.” Pamela nodded.

“Good. Then invite him there. Take the rest of the day off to get ready for him. There’s a lot to do!”

The two looked quizzically at him. Dent sighed. He had to tell his mind controlled slaves how to do practically everything!

“First, you Pamela—move in with Kristen today. That way Greg can enjoy you more comfortably in a familiar place. And give him a key of course.”

Kristen nodded uncertainly. “But my place isn’t that big! I only have one bedroom and—” she stopped suddenly.

“Greg would like that you both sleep together in the same bed every night, Kristen,” Dent reminded her gently.

“Oh.” She looked at her shoes in silence. Pamela did the same. Neither protested now. They knew it was the only way to satisfy their infatuation with Greg.

“If I know Greg at all from what you’ve told me about him, I think there are things you can do that will get him quite excited by both of you.” Two pairs of eyes lit up at that remark and waited for him to continue. “Every man likes variety—the blonde goddess and the brunette bimbo. The blonde is the ‘nice girl’ who is angelic. She is adored by her man, treated as a valuable adornment. She wears white lace and is a lady all the time.

Then there is the brunette. She’s the dirty girl, the ‘other woman’ that does all the nasty things he wants her to do. The slut, the whore that’s kept only for sex.”

Pamela was worried now. She was a brunette and didn’t like the sound of what she was hearing.

“Kristen, since you aren’t as pretty as Pamela, you will assume the role of the brunette bimbo for your man. Pamela—you will become the blonde goddess for him.”

Kristen’s jaw dropped. Pamela smiled, relieved.

“You should both get the same hair style—an exaggerated pageboy should be appropriate—today at a beauty salon. But you Pamela will have yours dyed a platinum blonde, you Kristen a midnight brunette. Don’t worry about your pubic hair—shave it off when you get back to Kristen’s. Greg doesn’t like pubic hair—you’ll have to shave everyday. Understand girls?”

They nodded dutifully, Kristen less enthusiastically than Pamela now.

“Good. Then I want you two to buy some lingerie to greet your man in. Pamela, as the angel in this relationship, you’ll buy the daintiest, prettiest, most expensive white lace bra, panty, high heels, garter belt and stocking combo you can buy—all so you’ll look pretty for your man tonight.

Kristen, as the slut in the relationship,” he liked how she winced, then pressed on, “you’ll buy another kind of outfit. For your man, you won’t wear romantic lace tonight like Pamela, you’ll wear black shiny form-fitting latex. Panties, bra and at least three inch spike patent leather heels—that’s it.”

Prim little Kristen hated it, but Dent knew her pussy would betray her into obeying. But he wanted insurance. “Kristen , if you don’t take the slutty role, you get no role at all.” That was enough. She forced a sad smile on her face and nodded.

“Good. Now you two need to do one more thing this afternoon. Go to a tattoo parlor,” he loved tattoos for humiliation purposes—so permanent, “and both of you get tattoos that read “Property of Greg Wilde” inside a heart. Have the artist do it right above your right ass cheeks, so if he wants you to display the tattoo, it can be seen easily.”

Now Pamela looked less than convinced this was necessary.

“This way, he’ll be certain that you really truly love him, heart and soul,” Dent explained. “And the girl who doesn’t do it will definitely lose out to the other one.”

They both vowed to get the tattoo immediately.

“Good.” Dent folded his hands, almost through with these two. “A few more things and you two may go. When you welcome Greg in your new undies, he’ll be a bit confused. You can make him feel right at home by serving him a drink… and then, on the floor at his feet, you two can give him the delicious sight of his two pretty new girlfriends slurping each other in a sexy sixty-nine—just so they can get each other hot, wet and ready for him. After that, I’d guess each of you gets what you need.

His cock inside you.”

Their cheeks burned with shame, but Dent knew from the slight whiff that their pussies betrayed the lust that had captured them both.

Dent tapped his finger on the desk absently. His head was pounding, but this was too good to let go of. “What else, what else?” he asked himself. But then the pain came back and looking at his desk clock, he realized he had spent enough time with this little drama and had some favorite patients coming in soon. “Ah, yes—I want you two to shower together for him. Each of you will do anything he asks of a sexual nature—you’re his new pets after all. His sex pets. Oh—and no penetration…with fingers or dildos or vibrators. Unless your boyfriend Greg is there to ask permission from, I suppose.”

The two nodded like obedient schoolgirls.

“Good—you two can go.” They did, ready to begin their new sexual odyssey. “One last thing though.”

They waited, a sliver of fear in each pair of eyes. So many things had changed for them today, so much to do…

“When Greg isn’t there to tell you little foxes how to play, then PAMELA is to be the one who speaks for him. Can you keep Kristen in line, Pamela?”

The petite woman snickered. “Oh yes Doctor! I KNOW I can.”

Kristen looked ill. From the way little Pamela had answered, Dent could be sure the flat, lanky tomboy would be thoroughly humbled by the slinky, petite martinet. As they left—Pamela in more of a rush than Kristen—he could only think how cruel a wish come true could really be!

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