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From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)

Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 17:24:39 UTC

Subject: TG: Black Widow ( 1/7 )

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Black Widow

This story starts about 3 years ago. I was one of those typical self

made men in America. Very popular and athletic, I had lettered in every sport

that I tried. This success followed me through college, and was a major help

upon graduation from college. I had alumni going out of their way to help me

out, and I decided to go into the commercial real estate business.

Business was far better than I even thought it would be. Within a year,

I was grossing a mid six figure income. I learned all of the tricks of the

trade, and leveraged a lot of my money into actually owning commercial

property. The savings and loan debacle just fed into my hands. I was able to

purchase lots of commercial property from the Resolution Trust Corporation,

for pennies on the dollar. By the time I was 30, I had a personal net worth

of over $25 million dollars, and was making close to $1 million a year.

Although I was a very eligible bachelor, the new modern woman pissed me

off. I was sick to death of the uppity libber woman that I saw all over the

business world. Sex at home included this concept of mutual pleasure. The

broads orgasm was suddenly critical. Well, I had passed through high school

and college surrounded by broads who wanted to please me, and these new babes

did nothing for me.

I became a great fan of dominance over women, and dabbled in basic B&D

with different dates. Rarely did I get repeat performances from my dates.

Most of these babes thought that B&D would be kinky, but when actually tied up

and abused, most didn't like the pleasure I took in dominating them.

Needless to say, I was excited to hear of the new club in town, the Black

Widow. A rather exclusive club, they catered to those who were into serious

bondage. Well, having been to a couple of these clubs, I was kind of

skeptical. Most were not into real pain. None the less, I decided to check

them out.

I went down to the club, and met the manager. The manager was a rather

good looking woman, decked out in a rather sedate business suit. She

interviewed me at great length about my desires, my preferences, etc. With

that done, we went on a tour of the club. The club was a series of discipline

rooms, each equipped with different types of bondage equipment and furniture.

Each room had a cabinet stocked with a dazzling array of bondage toys, and she

promised that if there were specific items I wanted that I didn't see, they

would provide them. We went to one room that looked like an old blacksmith

shop. I asked what this was for, and she told me some men were into branding,

and they were allowed to do that here.

The last room we went into looked like a doctors office. I asked her

what this room was used for. She told me that this room was used for surgical

alterations to the women. I prodded for more details, but she carefully

avoided more details.

As we returned to the office, I inquired about the costs of sessions.

She explained that the girls here would submit to whatever the men wanted.

Because of this the prices were a little high, but surely the facilities would

meet the needs of the special men who could afford it. To use the facilities

cost $1000 an hour, or $10000 for up to 24 hours. I signed up on the spot.

Over the next six weeks, I spent $60,000 on six full day sessions. The

babes were beautiful, fully submissive, and imminently pleasing. The

facilities and toys were beyond compare.

I had never seen branding before, but in my fourth session, thought why

not. I took my slave for the day down to the blacksmith shop. The shop

manager helped me through the procedure. She recommended a cock and ball gag

to cut down on the screaming, and helped me tie my slave down with her ass in

the air. I looked through the brand collection, and settled on two, one for

each cheek. Heated up until they were white hot, I was handed the first one.

Cautioned not to push the brand into her flesh too hard, I stamped her left

cheek with the brand. She writhered and shook convulsively, and when I

stopped to look, saw CUNT bright and clear on her left cheek. Pleased with

the results, I repeated the effort on the right side, and standing back could

clearly read CUNT WHORE when looking at her ass. This was lots of fun.

My experiences with totally submissive women was having an affect at

work. Realizing that some women were completely submissive made me far bolder

in my relationships with women at work. I started to really treat my female

employees like shit, fully enjoying it. I'd call in female workers and offer

them raises in return for sex. I would threaten them with being fired if they

wore bras to work. Surprisingly, they all did what I directed. I thought to

my self that maybe I was stupid all these years for not making them do this

stuff before.

The one aspect of the Black Widow that had me intrigued was the doctors

office. I had asked about this many times, and every time the subject was

subtlety changed. One day I got a call at work from the manager of the Black

Widow. She told me that she had a special treat arranged for me, and that if

I would come in, she would tell me about it. I was pretty sure this included

something to do with the doctors office, so I took off after lunch, and went

down to the Widow.

I got there, and in fact was led straight to the doctors office. She

showed me some of the equipment here. They had equipment to create really

large breasts on girls (to please the tit fetishists she said), teeth pulling

equipment (to cure those who bit during blow jobs), and a full range of other

things. She asked me if I had some time and wanted to watch a procedure. I

was very excited and agreed. I watched them wheel a girl in. The girl was

laid out on a surgical table, and was put to sleep. I observed them proceed

to cut on her feet. I asked the manager what they were doing. She told me

that they had one customer who wanted a girl with very tiny feet, so they were

cutting off her toes, and reshaping her feet. At the same time, they were

putting her foot in a permanent arch, so severe that she would appear to be

standing on her toes. I was fascinated. My fascination revolved around the

total submission that they seemed to get out of these women. I had no problem

with permanently hobbled women, but never thought that they could find babes

to go through all of this. Good looking babes at that!

As we left the doctors office, she told me that she still had my treat

for me. Understand that I had a fetish for fucking a girl up the ass. I have

a rather substantial cock, and can really inflict pain when grinding my cock

in a girls ass. My other major fetish was tits. I loved big tits, and really

enjoyed mauling them, twisting nipples, and could use all sorts of nipple

clamps with a relish.

We got to one of the rooms, and she led me in. And what a sight was

waiting for me. There was a big titted broad hanging from the ceiling. The

manager told me that she took the liberty of preparing my slave for me. This

slave was hanging from the ceiling by her hands and legs. Her legs were

attached to a spreader bar which was behind her head, lifting and thrusting

her ass out for me. A large dildo protruded from her pussy, and judging by

the lubrication all around her ass hole, the dildo was arousing her. Her tits

were a real treat. Very large, I could feel that they were all natural. The

manager told me that she would be willing to assist me if I wanted her to. I

gladly said yes.

I got out a large cock gag, and strapped it in place. With my slave

silenced, I proceeded to attached weighted nipple clamps to my slaves rather

large, dark nipples. I added more and more weights, until her tits were

stretched, and pointed downwards. I could sense her spasms, and could hear

small moans and grunts through the gag. With one deep thrust, I slammed my

cock up her ass. Oh god I was enjoying myself. I guessed that the manager had

lubed my slaves ass with some sort of special cream, due to the tingling I

felt. At first I was pissed, figuring that the slave wouldn't feel as much

pain, but on second thought didn't say anything, because it felt good.

I continued to pound away at her ass for about ten minutes, alternating

tugs on her weighted nipple clamps. The manager prompted me to tighten the

nipple clamps. I did so, and at the same time felt a pain in my chest. Oh no

I thought, a heart attack. The manager must have seen something, because she

asked me how I felt. All I heard was some grunting noises when I tried to

speak. My tongue seemed to be a solid mass.

I must of passed out, because the next thing I could remember was coming

to when the manager was putting smelling salts under my nose. How are you

feeling she asked. I could feel dull pains in my shoulders and hips, as well

as a sharp pain in my chest. I looked around, and noticed with a shock that I

was suspended from the ceiling, and that my arms and legs were holding me up.

A spreader bar was between my ankles. I heard a male voice laughing, and

watched as a man walked over towards me. He looked like a twin of me. He

told the manager that he would handle this from here.

He told me to look down, and when I did, I got the shock of my life. I

had tits and a pussy! He went on to explain that the Black Widow was opened

to eliminate from the world all of the pig headed men who loved to abuse

women. The founder was a female geneticist who discovered a formula for

transferring the physical characteristics from one organism to another. The

tingling that I had felt in my cock was the formula working. He went on to

explain that all of the slaves working at the Widow were former men, who were

now sentenced to being on the receiving end of the abuse. With that said, he

slapped me on the ass and told me that he hoped I liked it. The manager told

the man that she would take it from here. I saw that she had strapped on a

large dildo. She told me that she would be the first to take my virginity. I

passed out again.

I regained consciousness again, and could feel that I was laying down on

a table. The sharp pain in my hips reminded me that I had not been dreaming.

Although I had been taken down from hanging from the ceiling, my legs were

tied over my head, and my arms were also tied down. I tried to look around,

but all I could see was the walls of one of the submission rooms.

My attempts to look down were hampered by the large breasts on my chest.

Although my chest still hurt, I could see that the clamps had been removed

from my nipples. They sure did feel heavy laying there. I could see (and

feel) that my crotch was thrust up in the air, and I was scared to see that my

balls were missing.

Although I was somewhat shocked and scared, I was still thinking at this

point that this was some kind of joke. I was certain that my predicament

would soon end. What a surprise I was in for.

I heard a door open and close, and watched the Black Widow's manager

(Susan) walk over to me. She asked me how I felt. I was shocked to hear a

feminine voice answer her using all kinds of profanity, demanding to be

released. I realized that the feminine voice was mine. Susan swiftly slapped

my ass, and told me to pay attention. She told me that she would relate to me

the facts of life as they currently existed for me.

First she said, "This procedure is medically reversible. If I was a good

girl, I could buy my old body back." I argued with her at this point. I

pointed out that I was worth millions, and would gladly pay whatever it took

to get out of my predicament. "Oh no, Susan replied, you used to be worth

millions. Now you are just a dumb broad with no assets other than her body."

"By the way, she offered, your name is now Ashley." Susan continued to lay

out the rules. The "girls" made 1% of whatever was paid for them. If a man

rented one of us for the day, we were paid $100. Any time a man complained

about one of us, we had to pay a penalty of $1000. Submitting to any of the

special procedures earned us a bonus of $1000. I asked how much it took to

buy my body back, and she shocked me when she told me $100,000. Quick

computations in my head told me that if I worked every day, it would take me

almost three years to pay the price. I would have to be a broad for three

years!

She pointed out that the penalties could quickly add up, and that I had

best learn to be a good submissive babe early on. Penalties other than men's

complaints included attempts to run away ($5000), trying to tell customers

about the risk to men by coming to the Black Widow ($10,000) and a myriad of

others.

Susan told me that I would be given a room to live in here at the Black

Widow, living in dormitory style rooms. The transformed girls (like me) were

strictly separated from the real girls who only had to work one time, in order

to transform the men. The woman who had my body would live as me, the whole

time I worked at the Widow. Susan laughed, and pointed out that many of the

"men" come back to the Widow to humiliate the new women.

I was very scared and nervous at this point, believing in the back of my

mind that this was a bad dream, and at the same time knowing that I was in

trouble. Susan started to rub her finger nail over one of my nipples. It

immediately started to get hard, and I could feel a tingling throughout my

body. Once the nipple was hard, she put her mouth to it, and lightly nipped

at it with her teeth. Electricity shot through my body. It actually felt

good.

Susan started to play with my crotch. "What do you have here Ashley, she

asked?" She repeated this over and over, until I would tell her that I had a

pussy. She continued to manipulate my pussy, until it started to feel real

good. I could feel myself thrusting my pussy up to her fingers, as she pulled

away. She continued to play with my breasts and my pussy, alternating

pressure to various spots, and I could feel mounting what I was sure was a

female orgasm. I heard myself involuntarily moaning like a whore. My moaning

was turning me on!

Suddenly, Susan stopped. I was in shock. I begged her to start again.

"Don't stop I pleaded. It feels so good." Susan laughed. "You just learned

your first lesson Ashley. No matter how good it feels, your personal pleasure

is not important. You are a pleasure unit for anyone who has the money to pay

for using you."

I could feel the spasms start to die down, but still felt pissed off. I

would show her when I got the chance. Susan pinched my nipple hard, and told

me that she had to leave now. She told me that my scheduler would be in in a

little while, and she would take care of me from then on.

A little while later, another woman walked in. I did not recognize her

at all. A rather mousy looking broad, she was wearing a doctors white coat

over a severely tailored pants suit. She introduced herself as Miss Paula.

She told me that she was my scheduler. She was responsible for insuring that

I was available for all assignments that might come my way. She would keep my

log book with credits and debits based upon work performed, and penalties

incurred. Further, she was responsible for my training, appearance, and

personal hygiene.

Miss Paula unlocked the restraints holding my arms and legs in position,

and a slowly lowered my legs. They sure were stiff. She told me to sit up,

and get dressed for my transfer to the dormitory. As I sat up, I felt my

heavy breasts shift and bounce into position. They sure did feel funny. All

I was wearing at this point was the same garter belt and stockings that I had

seen on Ashley when this all started, and a pair of heels. Miss Paula told me

that I would always have to have on some covering when walking the halls from

one room to another. She handed me a little piece of shiny black cloth, and

told me to put it on. I laughed, and asked her what this little piece of

cloth was. She slapped me across the face very hard, and told me never to

question her again. If I could not see that those were panties, then I must

be some kind of idiot. I looked harder, and realized that they were tiny

thong panties. I hurriedly pulled them on, only after almost falling down

when I tried to stand on the high heels. She laughed at me, and told me that I

better get used to the heels very quickly.

I almost fainted from embarrassment when I saw the wet sticky spot on the

table, and realized that my pussy had leaked all over. MY PUSSY! Oh my god.

Miss Paula handed me a bra, and told me to put it on. She did give me a

little instruction on the bra, and by turning it around to hook it, actually

found it to be quite simple. I later found out that I wore a 36DD bra. My

breasts actually felt pretty good in the bra. With this done, Miss Paula told

me to come with her.

Walking down the hall was quite an experience. I recognized all of the

rooms, but was quickly coming to the realization that I would only see the

insides of the rooms as a victim, not a customer, at least for a very long

time. I saw Susan escorting a man around, showing him the facilities. I

guess I stared at the man, because Miss Paula slapped my face, and reminded me

that slaves never look directly at men unless they are ordered to do so.

We got to the dormitory, and as we got into the hallway, I was

immediately overwhelmed by the sweet scent of women's perfume, and the musky

odor of lots of pussies. I shuddered as I thought that those were my smells

for the immediate future. Miss Paula opened the door to my room. It was a

very feminine room, with a light pink wall paper. It was pretty small,

probably measuring about 10 X 10. We spent the next 4 hours practicing makeup

techniques. Miss Paula taught me that there were a number of set looks,

ranging from the whore look, to the sweet demure virgin look. We practiced all

of them.

An examination of my wardrobe revealed the same kind of looks. I liked

all of the clothes, until it dawned on my that I would be the one wearing

them. The last look that we had put on my face was the hooker look. Miss

Paula told me that each of the schedulers had different methods to teach the

new girls how to be good submissive slaves for the Black Widow. Most of the

training sessions lasted around 2 months. Miss Paula had developed a technique

that turned the new girls into grateful submissive slaves in less than one

month. I resigned myself to hear what her technique was. She told me that

she would loan me out to a pimp friend of hers for up to one month. Miss

Paula related that most of the new girls were fully submissive in less than

the four weeks, but that none had ever gone over four weeks. I was going to

be a whore! She handed me an outfit, and told me to put it one. The gold

color spandex mini skirt barely covered the curve of my ass. She took my bra,

and had me stuff my boobs into a tight tube top. She told me to wait in my

room, until my pimp came in.

About ten minutes later, a sterotypically dressed (for what I thought a

pimp looked like) big black man walked into my room. He told me that his name

was Leroy, and that I was his. I guess I was still in shock, because I didn't

move quick enough. He screamed at me, "move your ass bitch," and roughly

twisted one of my boobs. Nice tits he commented, as I rubbed my sore breast.

Miss Paula was standing at the door to say goodbye to me. "See you Ashley -

as soon as you learn your new place in life."

I could feel my boobs bouncing as I walked, and knew that my ass was

wiggling under the tight skirt. We went out the back door of the Black Widow,

and came up to a convertible cadillac. Get in the car bitch Leroy directed,

and I realized that I had no idea how to get in a car dressed in a skirt. As

I opened the door, I noticed that as a woman, I didn't have the strength that

I had grown accustomed to as a man. I pondered how to get into the car, but

knew I didn't want to piss Leroy off again. I stepped into the car, and could

see and feel my skirt move up my thighs. Leroy laughed, and told me that I

should never show my pussy for free. I could feel my face turn red, as I

hastily pulled my skirt down.

We drove to an apartment that I later learned was Leroys. I asked him if

this is where I would live, and he laughed. "You are a street whore, he

commented. You will live anywhere you get the chance to." He handed me a

small pink plastic box, and told me to make sure I took my pill every day.

"Don't want no pregnant whores," he laughed. This was yet another shock for

me, as I realized that not only could I get pregnant, but I would have

periods. ME with PMS!

Leroy watched me take my pill, and told me that we would head down to the

area where I would be working. Before we went though, Leroy wanted to "test

the new merchandise." I realized that this meant screwing me. He unzipped

his pants and pulled out his cock. I realized that I had never seen a black

cock before. He ordered me to "make him hard". I hesitated a moment too

long, because he grabbed my hair, and pushed me to my knees. He started to

slap my face with his cock (which sure felt weird), and finally pushed it in

my mouth. I had a black cock in my mouth. He grabbed my ears, and started to

push and pull my head, actually fucking my face. I realized that I better at

least try to do a good job, if I ever wanted to become a man again.

Very quickly he got hard. I couldn't believe how big this guys cock was.

It was even bigger than mine had been. Right after he got hard, he pulled his

cock out of my mouth, flipped me over on my belly, and shoved his cock in my

pussy. It felt really weird to have a cock inside me. I knew he was trying

to fuck me hard, feeling his hands on my hips, and ramming as hard as he

could. This felt very different than when Susan was rubbing me.

Leroy continued to pump me hard, when he suddenly stopped. He picked me

up again, and pushed my face on his cock. After just a couple of strokes, he

pulled out and gave me the shock of my life (even after this interesting day)

- he squirted his cum all over my face! He order me to wipe it up with his

fingers, and then lick up each drop of cum. The cum tasted salty, and I felt

totally humiliated.

He had me clean him up with my tongue, and then told me to get ready to

go. I felt like scum, and knew that this was just the start of a long, painful

period.

We went down to the car, and I had a little better time getting into the

car this time, experimenting with sliding my butt in first. I knew that I had

better come to grips with my situation quickly, or this would be worse than it

is. Leroy drove me downtown, and told me that he was going to have me work

the garment district for a while. Evidently a lot of truckers with 18 wheelers

delivered goods all night, and the hookers had a lucrative trade down here.

He told me that blow jobs cost around $25, regular screwing around $50, butt

fucking around $75, and a suck and a fuck was around $60. Of course any more

I could get was good. He told me that my commission was the same 1% as at the

Black Widow. I was amazed. I would get 25 cents for sucking a guy off! He

told me that he expected me to have at least $500 by morning, and that he

would pick me up again at 3 AM.

End, Chapter 2. Next: Ashley's experience as a street hooker.

I watched Leroy drive his Cadillac away, and attempted to come to grips

with what had happened to me. Here I was on a dark street corner, dressed

like a cheap street whore. For that matter, my body looked like that of a

sexy whore. I looked down at myself. Big boobs, with very visible nipples

showing through a tight tube top. My tight gold mini skirt allowed for my

garters and stockings to be very visible. High heels capped off the outfit.

I knew that if I had seen something like me, I would have wanted to fuck it.

But now it was me.

Here it was, late at night, and this black guy, MY PIMP, had dropped me

off, telling me that he expected me to make at least $500 tonight. Well, fuck

him I thought. I needed to figure out how to get out of this situation. But

first, I had to piss. I knew that this would be a strange situation, and

looked for someplace to go to the bathroom. I saw the sign for a restaurant,

and decided I would try to use their bathroom.

I started to walk over to the restaurant, and immediately stopped. My

boobs were out of control. They bounced and shaked, completely unrestrained.

I wanted to hold them as I walked, but knew that would look stupid. I set out

again, walking very slowly, trying to minimize bounce. Walking in these heels

sure did suck. How did broads do this every day? I got to the restaurant,

and walked in, looking for the ladies room. A man walked up to me, and told

me he was the manager. He informed me that women like me were not welcome in

his restaurant. I started to argue with him, but he grabbed my hair with one

hand, and my ass with the other, and pushed me through the door. I was

pissed, and screamed at him. Early this morning I could have bought his

restaurant, and now I was being treated like a common whore.

I really had to piss, and walked down the street to a bar. Inside the

bar, I was again accosted by the manager. He quite matter of factly informed

me that I could not turn tricks in his bar. I told him that I only wanted to

use the bathroom. He smiled and told me that if I would make it worth his

while, he would let me use the bathroom. I could feel the pressure build up

inside me, and wasn't sure if I could control this female bladder. I hastily

agreed, and headed for the bathroom.

I entered the womans bathroom, and recognized that things were different

now - no place to stand up! I went into a stall, and pulled up my skirt.

Pulling my panties down was an experience, with that little tiny piece of

cloth down around my ankles. I sat down, and proceeded to pee. It sure was

weird. Sitting there, I realized that this was the first chance of privacy I

had had since the change. I decided to check out my body.

I pulled down my tube top, and examined my boobs. They looked exactly

like any other boobs I had seen. I fondled them lightly, and although they

felt like boobs, I was not getting the same thrill from touching them that I

normally would. Looking between my legs, I tried to examine my crotch. My

bush was very different from my normal pubic hair. My vagina looked just like

all the other pussies I had seen, with pink pussy lips, and a small whole. I

shuddered as I thought about what the hole was for.

My legs were quite shapely, and were smoothly shaven. As I stood up and

repositioned all of my clothes, I noticed that I was a whole lot smaller than

I was as a man. Although I was pretty good looking for a broad, I knew that I

had to get out of this body as soon as I could.

I left the bathroom, and started for the door. The manager caught me

sneaking out, and asked where I was going. "Didn't you forget something," he

asked? I told him to fuck himself, and tried to leave. He grabbed my arm,

and as I struggled (to no avail), realized that I was only a weak female now,

and couldn't count on my old strength. He roughly directed me to his office.

Once there, he told me that he wanted a fuck for using his bathroom. It

scared me to realize that the only commodity I had to sell was my pussy. He

pushed me down over his desk, and lifted up my mini skirt. He slapped my ass,

and asked me if I was clean. He pulled my panties down, and to my shock,

instead of fucking my pussy, rammed his cock up my ass. I involuntarily

screamed from the pain and shock, and he slapped my ass again, and laughed.

I was in tears from the pain, and begged him to stop. He just pounded

harder. I begged him again to be more gentle. "Shut the fuck up bitch," he

commented. I knew in my brain that women were made to be fucked, and who

really cared what they felt, but the person being fucked was me. After what

seemed like hours, I felt him tense up, grab my hips, and shoot his cum in my

ass. He pulled his cock out of my ass, slapped me once again, and told me to

hit the streets.

God, my ass hurt. I dressed as quick as I could, and left his office,

heading out for the streets again. I was awfully hungry, but knew that I had

no money in my purse. I was walking along the sidewalk, when a car pulled up.

The man rolled his window down, and asked if I wanted a ride. Eager to get

off of these heels, I wiggled my way into his car. "How much" he asked. My

relief to sit down for a while was immediately gone, with the realization of

what I was - a cheap whore. I explained the pricing to him. He told me he

wanted a blow job. He pulled his car over in a dark spot, and unzipped his

pants.

I wanted this over as quick as possible, and attempted to give what I

thought was a good blow job. I thought back to what I had enjoyed, and did it

for the man. He got hard almost immediately, and started to push my head up

and down on his crotch. I licked and fondled his balls, and every other

techniques that had ever worked for me. All of a sudden he held my head down

hard, and I realized too late that he was going to cum in my mouth. He

squirted this salty stuff in my mouth. Too late I realized that he wanted me

to swallow it, and I ended up swallowing most of it. When he realized that I

had swallowed it, he let my head up. He ordered me to clean him up. I licked

his cock clean, and watched him zip back up. I asked for my money. He pinched

my left breast, and laughed. He told me to hit the road. "Call a cop" he

retorted.

God I was pissed. Here I had been fucked up the ass, and had to swallow

a guys cum, and I still had nothing to show for it. I realized that I had

better get my money up front from now on.

The night wore on into the morning. I had been fucked two more times,

and could feel the cum leaking out of my pussy and ass. My feet were sore

from the heels, and I wanted to go home and get something to eat. Leroy came

by at 3 as promised, and told me to get in the car. I slid into the car, and

tried to relax. "How much do you have for me" Leroy asked. I told him that I

had $100. "Say what bitch" he screamed. He slapped me hard across the face.

"I guess I will have to teach you about making money as a whore".

Leroy made a couple of calls on his car phone as we drove home, both of

them telling who ever he was talking to, to come over to his crib. We finally

got home, and he let me in. I took off my heels, and sat down. Within

minutes the doorbell was ringing, and Leroy let his friends in. There I was

sitting in the living room, looking like a sexy babe, and surrounding me were

6 big guys. Leroy came over to me, and ordered me to stand up. I stood up,

and Leroy proceeded to slap my face and tits. I was crying (ME crying), and

asking him what the problem was. He told me that he would teach me to be a

whore, not just some girl on the streets. He ripped my skirt and top off, and

threw me on the floor. I proceeded to be fucked by all the guys for the rest

of the morning. Cocks in my pussy and ass (often at the same time), cocks in

my mouth, cum shot all over my body. I again had the conflicting thoughts

that this was ok treatment for a broad, but not for me.

Finally they all quit, and left me alone. I fell asleep where I was

laying. I awoke a few hours later, and crawled to the shower to get cleaned

up. My face was black and blue from the blows, my tits were purple, my

nipples hurt from the twisting, and both my holes hurt from the pounding. To

top it all off, I knew that I would have to go out on the streets soon.

After my shower I fixed my hair and makeup, hoping to look good so Leroy

wouldn't hit me again. I wasn't sure what I would wear tonight, seeing as

Leroy had torn my clothes off of me. Leroy didn't let me down, bringing me an

outfit for the night. It sure looked small. I tried to figure it out, and

finally did. It was supposed to be a set of coverall shorts, all of red wet

look spandex. The bottoms were quite short, and thin, splitting my ass, and

revealing much of my pussy hair. I asked where the top was, and he laughingly

told me to place the straps over my nipples. He ordered me to trim my pussy

so I wouldn't be so unsightly. God this was embarrassing. I did not want to

piss Leroy off again, still suffering from last nights blows.

We went out to the car, and Leroy dropped me off on a different street

from last night. I was determined to really work hard tonight, mostly cause I

did not want to repeat the beating from last night. I shuddered as I thought

about what I was doing. Here I was, a sexy whore, trying hard to please her

pimp. ME. Two days ago I would hire pimps like Leroy. Now I was trying to

please him.

Well, I worked hard, and was only able to make $450. I was scared when

Leroy came, and rightly so. He beat the shit out of me. With my weakened

female body, I couldn't even put up much of a fight. I wasn't sure I even

wanted to. He would probably hit me harder.

The third night I finally made the $500. I actually took pride in the

fact that I pleased my pimp. What was happening to me. The fourth, fifth,

and sixth night went the same way, with me making my quota. I was using every

trick that I could remember from when I had screwed broads, moaning as the

right times, acting like he was really getting me off, etc. It seemed to

speed things up, and allowed me more time on the streets.

The seventh night started out the same as all the others. I was finally

getting used to doing this, not seeing cocks with the initial repulsiveness

that was the case in the beginning. I guess I was getting comfortable in the

role now too, actually going up to prospective customers. I got too

comfortable, cause this night turned out a little different.

This guy looked pretty well dressed as he drove up in his car. He

invited me in for a ride, and I jumped in. He asked me how much. I explained

the pricing to him, and told him that all services were cash up front. He

reached into his pocket, and pulled out a wallet. He flashed his badge, and

told me I was under arrest for solicitation. He picked up a radio, and called

for the "whore wagon" to take me downtown. I was being arrested for being a

whore. Oh my god. ME, arrested for being a whore.

Black Widow - Chapter 4

Our story so far.

Our hero, a self made millionaire was a real macho guy. He strongly

believed in the domination of women by men. Unfortunately there weren't a lot

of outlets for his beliefs. He found a new SM club in town, the Black Widow.

The Black Widow specialized in really beautiful women, where no holds were

barred. Guys could get away with anything at the Widow. To our heros dismay,

he eventually discovered that the Widow was run by a group of women who wanted

to punish the macho pig men of the world, and with the help of a female

doctor, had developed a chemical formula that allowed people to transfer

bodies. Once the bodies were transferred, the former macho men ended up

working at the Widow. Those submissive babes he had had his way with were all

former men! Out hero is now a heroine - Ashley! In Chapter 3, Ashley learns

the role of womanhood, and through the efforts of a strong pimp, comes to the

realization that she had better be pleasing to men. Unfortunately, Ashley

comes on to a Cop, and gets arrested for prostitution.

The cop tells me to lean up against his car, and spread my legs (I've

done plenty of leg spreading in the past week). He tells me that he is going

to frisk me for weapons, but his lingering kneading of my breasts and ass let

me know that he is enjoying this. I yell at him to stop feeling me up, but he

only laughs and tells me to shut up.

After a short time, a big van drives up. He informs me that this is the

whore wagon, and that I am going downtown. The driver of the van, a uniformed

cop, comes around to the back, and opens the door. I am immediately assaulted

by the aroma of cheap perfume. I step up into the van, and the cop squeezes

my ass. I try to turn around to yell at him, but he just pushes me into the

back of the van. The other girls laugh and tell me to get a seat.

There are 11 other girls in the van, black, white, and oriental. They

are all dressed like me. Many of them seem to know each other. I ask one of

them what will happen to use. She laughs, and asks me if this is my first

arrest. I tell her yes. She asks me if I have any money on me. I tell that

I have a little bit (it was still early in the evening). Well she said, the

van will drive around most of the night, waiting to pick up other girls. The

cops would insure that we would not be processed until early the following

morning, to make sure we did not end up on the streets tonight. She told me

not to use my real name, and to tell them that I had no permanent address.

This would be easy, because I did not even know my last name, and the only

address I knew was the Widow. She told me that if this was my first time,

they would attempt to scare me, to include much humiliation, and maybe even a

full body cavity search. I was mortified.

Well, she was right. We ended up driving around all night. It was a

very uncomfortable ride, with rough wooden seats that even my new cushioned

ass didn't make feel any better. There was not much air circulation in the

back of the van, and my nose was flooded with the mixed smells of cheap

perfume, sweat, pussy juice, and drying cum. I felt like scum. Just a mere

week ago, I was the king of the city. Now just a cheap whore in the back of a

police van.

We finally got to the police station. We were escorted in, and

processed. I was the only girl to claim that this was my first time arrested,

and when they found no name match, they separated me from the other girls. I

was taken to a room that looked like a doctors office. They told me to strip

down completely, down on the table, and put my feet in the stirrups. I had

seen the stirrups on doctors tables before, but had never paid them much mind

- after all, they were for broads.

I laid down and put my feet up. The male attendant told me to scoot my

butt down. I moved down, and realized that my pussy and asshole were fully

exposed to anyone who wanted to look. The attendant put restraints on my

arms, upper body, and feet. This I was told was for my protection. Putting

surgical gloves on, the attendant told me that now they were going to see what

I had concealed in me. He plunged some fingers (I couldn't see how many) into

my pussy in a rough manner. He chuckled, and asked me if it felt good. I was

in pain and this guy was laughing at me. He brushed my clit with his thumb,

and asked me if I was getting off. I guess his other hand needed something to

do, because all of a sudden he thrust a finger up my ass. One of the cops

witnessing this asked the attendant if he needed help examining my breasts.

The attendant told him to help himself. Here I was, strapped to a table,

being physically assaulted by a bunch of guys. This woman shit sure sucked.

I again went through some mental thoughts. I mean, I always thought that this

is what women were for - to allow men to enjoy themselves. But this was me.

Me with a pussy and tits. And this was not a whole lot of fun.

For god knows how long, a bunch of the cops played with my body. As one

cop would get bored, others would come in. I don't know how long it lasted,

but my body was real sore. A lot of the cops got off on nipple twisting and

pinching, and after a while, my nipples were very painful. The constant

manipulation of my pussy and asshole eventually turned into a dull throbbing

pain. Finally they were done.

They released my restraints, and told me to get dressed. I slowly

slipped my hookers outfit back on (shiny black thong panties, and a yellow

spandex mini dress that left little to the imagination). They escorted me

down the hall, and dropped me off in a holding cell full of the other whores I

had met last night. I was in pain, and physically exhausted. The one girl I

had talked to last night came over to me, and asked me how I was. I told her

what had happened, and she told me that it could have been worse. She said

that if I was in jail for a long time, they would administer blood tests to

check for diseases, and that if I was clean, they would use me as the jail

whore. I shuddered. I asked her what was going to happen next. She told me

that we would be taken to court sometime this afternoon. She recommended that

I plead guilty (seeing as this was my first offense). She told me that the

fine for first offenses was $100, and that if I had the money, they would

allow me to pay the fine and be released. I thought about her advice, and

decided that I would do anything to get out of this jail. I would follow her

advice.

Around 2 PM, all of us hookers were escorted to the whore wagon once

again. If it was possible, it actually looked worse in daylight. We drove for

a little while, and stopped at what I later found out was the court house. We

were escorted to the courtroom, and one by one, our cases were called. I had

never been in a courtroom before, and certainly never expected to be in one

being charged with prostitution.

The court ran pretty smooth, with the vast majority of the girls pleading

guilty and being fined. One of the girls must have had a long record of

arrests, because the judge sentenced her to three years in prison. It was bad

enough having a broads body - I knew then that I would never want to spend my

life in a womans prison. I knew that when I saw Leroy again, I would plead to

be sent back to the Widow. Nothing that could happen to me there could be as

bad as prison. Plus, the sooner I got back, the sooner I could start making

money to buy my maleness back.

My case was called. The charges were read, and the judge asked me how I

pleaded. I told him guilty. He found me guilty as charged, and fined me the

$100 that all the other first timers were charged. I paid the money out of my

purse, and was released.

To my surprise/relief, Leroy was waiting outside the courthouse to give

me a ride. "You dumb cunt - how did you get arrested", asked Leroy. I told

Leroy how sorry I was, and broke into tears (again - ME crying - I still

didn't understand this woman shit). He slapped me hard across the face, and

asked me how I was going to make up the money that I had lost, both from not

working, and from paying the court fine.

I told him that I would do anything. We drove home. When we got home,

Leroy asked me if I had ever been in a movie. Of course I told him that I

never had. "Well, if you really want to make the money back that you owe me, I

have an acting job for you". My mind had really changed alot at this point.

I didn't want Leroy to beat me up, so I was willing to do just about anything

to please him. I agreed to the movie.

We drove to an old warehouse. I asked Leroy what kind of movie this was.

I fuck flick he laughingly told me. I had seen lots of scuzzy films in my

time, and had often wondered where they got the babes to be in them. Now I

was one of them.

Well, for the next six hours, I was the female star of a bestiality film.

I sucked and fucked all kinds of dogs (their cocks are very different from

men). I felt really cheap, and was starting to regret ever having gone to the

Widow. I hoped that by pleasing Leroy, he would allow me to go back the

Widow, and hopefully Miss Paula would treat me better. The conclusion of the

film was supposed to be a horse scene. I had never seen a horse cock before,

and was therefore shocked to see how large it was. Leroy told me that he

didn't want my pussy stretched out by the horse, so all they wanted was for me

to suck the horse off, and have him cum on my face. I proceeded to do the

best I could. The cock was so big, I could not get much more than the very

tip in my mouth. I licked and kissed it, all the time massaging it with my

hands. All of a sudden, the horse tensed up, and the next thing I knew, this

monster cock was squirting horse cum all over my face. Leroy and the other

guys were laughing their asses off. Leroy told me to scoop up the cum, and

lick it up. I shuddered, and proceeded to lick up horse cum. Finally we were

done.

Leroy told me to clean myself up as much as I could, and then get

dressed. We were going home. I did the best I could, and then we left. I was

in a daze from the fucking and sucking, as well as the realization of what I

had done. It really hit me hard to realize that as long as I had this body,

this is what I was good for - sucking and fucking. God this sucks.

To my surprise, we drove past the Widow, turned, and stopped at the back

entrance. Leroy beeped the horn, and Miss Paula came to the car. Leroy told

her that he thought that I had passed the training course. He told her that I

had seemingly come to grips with my new role in life. He thought that I would

be a perfect submissive.

Miss Paula smiled and told me to come with her. She escorted me into the

dormitory (god it seemed like it was a long time since I had last been there -

even thought it was only 9 days ago that I came to the Widow as a paying

customer). She told me to get cleaned up (to include a douche), put on a

nightie, and that she would see me in the morning. She warned me not to

wander about, as I would be severely punished. With that, she left. I had no

desire to be punished, so I knew I would follow her instructions. I stripped

off my cum encrusted clothes, and went to the bathroom. To my surprise, a

bath had been drawn for me, topped with perfumed bubbles. I laid in the bath

for a long time (I hadn't taken a bath in years), and thought that maybe women

had the right idea taking bubble baths. I finally got out, dried myself off,

and thought about the douche. Only women douche, not me. I had second

thoughts (didn't want to be punished), and examined the bottle. Following the

instructions, I screwed the cock looking thing onto the top. I inserted the

top into my pussy, and squeezed the bottle. OOOh, it was cold! It felt like

a guy cuming in me, only a far greater quantity. I emptied the bottle into my

pussy, and waited as per the instructions, and then let it out. It was kind

of like pissing, but not really. How weird.

I cleaned up with some kleenex, and went to my bedroom. Laid out on the

bed was a pink set of baby doll pajamas. Reluctantly I put them on. Looking

at myself in the mirror, I saw a very attractive sexy broad. I hoped that I

could make the money back quickly in order to buy my body back from Widow.

Black Widow - Chapter 6

Our story so far.

Our hero, a self made millionaire was a real macho guy. He strongly

believed in the domination of women by men. Unfortunately there weren't

a lot of outlets for his beliefs. He found a new SM club in town, the

Black Widow. The Black Widow specialized in really beautiful women,

where no holds were barred. Guys could get away with anything at the

Widow. To our heros dismay, he eventually discovered that the Widow was

run by a group of women who wanted to punish the macho pig men of the

world, and with the help of a female doctor, had developed a chemical

formula that allowed people to transfer bodies. Once the bodies were

transferred, the former macho men ended up working at the Widow. Those

submissive babes he had had his way with were all former men! Out hero

is now a heroine -Ashley! In Chapter 5, Ashley has her first period,

and received training for her new life at the Widow.

- - - - -I woke up in the morning,

and after my dash to the bathroom, came back to my bedroom. A typed

memo from Miss Paula was taped to my mirror. Miss Paula directed that I

very thoroughly douche my pussy and my ass, and apply my "virgin" look

makeup. After I completed that, I was instructed to put on a white

underwire demi bra, white lacy bikini panties, and white seamed

stockings with the white garter belt. I was expected to complete the

outfit with white high heels.

I completely understood the pussy douche (even though it was mine, I

still could not stand the smell of a "funky" pussy), but didn't

understand the asshole cleansing. Nonetheless, I followed instructions

exactly. I came back to my bedroom to get dressed. I still thought it

felt weird to wear these skimpy panties. I had gotten used to wearing a

bra, and after hours of "bouncing around", I actually looked forward to

putting one on. They really helped control the bounce. As big as they

were, I was happy to know that I would not have this body forever.

These boobs will really sag once this body gets older. As pretty as

this body was, this is one broad who will end up with saggy baggies I

thought.

I finished dressing, and sat down, waiting for Miss Paula. I did not

have long to wait. Miss Paula told me to come with her, and away we

went. Instead of the cafeteria, we went down the hall to one of the

rooms that I had used before as a man. Well, here I go I thought. Miss

Paula reminded me that this was my first step to earning money to get my

old body back. She very strictly reminded me that any complaints at all

would cause me to be financially punished, delaying my return to

malehood. I promised myself that no matter what happened, I would be a

willing and able slave/slut.

Miss Paula escorted me to the middle of the room, and attached wrist

cuffs to each of my wrists. Going to a control panel, she activated the

electric motors which pulled my arms up over my head. She came back,

and attached a spreader bar to my ankles. I noticed the spreader bar

had hooks on it, so that my legs could be pulled up also. With the

spreader bar attached, she pulled my arms up tight, effectively removing

my ability to move. She came over to me, and pinched my left nipple

lightly. Enjoy yourself she told me, and left.

I didn't have to wait long for the man who rented me to come in. To

my surprise, I recognized him. It was Bill, one of my old vice

presidents. I was sure that he didn't recognize me (fat chance of

that), and I thought reluctantly, that I was the one who had introduced

him to the Widow. This was great punishment -being abused by one of my

former subordinates.

"How are you Ashley" Bill asked? Fine Master, I replied. "Have you

been here for a long time? Maybe you have had the chance to serve my

good friend Jeff." Sure I had served Jeff. Jeff was me! No Master I

replied. "Well Slut Ashley, let's get started."

Bill pulled the back of my panties up tight between my ass. He

proceeded to lower the cups of my demi bra. My nipples betrayed me,

getting rock hard with a mere brush of his hands. Bill attached the

screw type clamps to my nipples. I shuddered with the pain. I knew the

pain would get worse when he tightened them up later. He attached a

medium heavy weight to the clamps. I knew this would get worse.

Bill went over to the control panel, and tightened up the chains to

my wrists. I was now barely supporting myself on my toes. Suddenly,

Bill tightened up the chains to the spreader bar. Instead of lifting me

up with my back towards the ground, I was facing the ground. The pain

in my shoulders was offset by the full effect of the weights on my

nipples, which now swung freely over the ground.

Bill left me like this, and opened up a file folder. I knew from

experience that this was a biography of the slut slave. It outlined

those things that a slave really got off on, really hated, etc. I

wondered what it said about me. "Well, I see that you are a screamer"

Bill commented. "We'll have to do something about that." Bill had me

open my mouth, and he inserted a cock gag into my mouth. I couldn't

believe how full my mouth felt. My jaw was sore already, and I had a

feeling it would get worse.

"I see you get off on frustrated orgasms, and hate being fucked in

the ass. We'll have to do something about that." Bill ripped my

panties off, and inserted a large dildo in my pussy, but did it very

slowly. Being used to being taken very quickly, I found the slow

insertion to be almost pleasurable. That soon changed. Bill got out

another large dildo. "This ones for your ass Cunt." Unlike the slow

pleasurable insertion, he rammed the dildo up my ass. Bill got out a

strap like contraption, and effectively sealed both dildos inside me.

With this done, he sat down, and picked up what looked like a TV remote

control. To my displeasure, it was a remote. A remote that controlled

the actions of the two dildos. Bill spent the next I don't know how

long manipulating the two dildos. They would alternate from a

comfortable buzz, to a pounding ram, to a twisting movement, back to a

buzz, and everything in between. Sometimes they both did the same thing,

sometimes different.

Bill seemed to get down to a routine. Bill would manipulate the one

in my pussy until I started to shake and thrust, and then he would stop

and simultaneously ram my ass.

The shakes and convulsions where tearing out my crotch, and the

stress and strain on my wrists and ankles wasn't any better. If I could

have yelled at him to stop, I would have, but the cock gag effectively

prevented that.

I could feel the beginnings of what must be a female orgasm, but as

it started to build, Bill would sense it also, and stop the buildup.

This was pure torture for me. Yet, I knew that I had done the same

thing to broads before. I thought that maybe tonight I would experiment

with female masturbation!

Finally, the dildos stopped. Bill removed the strap, and pulled out

both dildos. He went over to the control panel, lowered my legs, and

then my arms. Fortunately he didn't lower my arms completely, because I

would have collapsed. Bill ripped the nipple clamps off my nipples, and

I felt a rush of pain and excitement at the same time. My wrist and

ankle cuffs were removed. The cock gag was left in place.

"Let's go slut," Bill ordered. I followed him out of the room, and

we went down the hall. I knew that the rules required me to be covered,

but here I was walking down the hallway in garter belt, stockings, and a

bra with my tits exposed. I didn't think I should question my master.

We came up to the door of the room that I knew of as the operating

room. We entered, and Bill told me that he thought that I was missing

something. I got scared. He told me that he thought I needed pierced

nipples. With that said, he proceeded to pierce my nipples, and insert

a gold post with a dangling small gold chain. Before I knew it, a long

leash like chain was attached to the chain hanging from my nipples.

Let's go back Bill ordered, prodding me with a pull on the leash. The

leash pull sent electricity shooting through my body. I was determined

not to fall too far behind.

We went down the hall, back to the room we started in. Bill had me

lean over towards the table, and rest my hands on the table. I could

hear him lowering his pants, and the next thing you know, he had his

cock at my ass hole. I knew this would hurt. His cock entered my ass.

I could feel the head of the cock make it past the entrance of my ass,

and then he stopped. I hoped he stopped because of consideration for

me, but knew that couldn't be the case. All of a sudden, I felt a shock

of pain throughout my body. Bill had grabbed the chains attached to my

tits very hard, at the same time he rammed his cock up my ass. I could

feel tears running down my face from the pain. "Does that hurt cunt,"

Bill asked? Bill continued to ram his cock painfully in my ass,

alternately slapping my ass cheeks, and pulling on my tit chains.

Although it seemed to last forever, I finally felt him shoot his cum in

my ass, and he then pulled out.

Bill grabbed me by the hip, and threw me to the floor. I looked up

at him, and was disgusted to watch him pee all over me. "What a way to

clean out my cock," hey cunt? Bill finished pissing, and came over to

remove the cock gag from my mouth. He then ordered me to lick up the

urine, and when I was done, he told me to clean up his cock. I had to

fight the temptation to puke as I licked up the urine. I finally

finished to his satisfaction, and went over to lick his cock clean. I

was glad that I had douched my ass right now. I finished, and Bill told

me thanks. He gave me one last tug on the chain on my tits, and he left.

I felt totally humiliated and cheap. All I was was a toy for men to

play with. And I didn't even get off! Miss Paula came in a few minutes

later, and told me to come with her and get cleaned up. Miss Paula led

me back to my room, using the leash. I guess I was a little exhausted,

because when a fell a little behind, she prompted me to speed up, with a

tug on my leash.

We got back to the room, and Miss Paula told me to hurry up. "You

have another job in less than one hour." I couldn't believe that I had

to go through all of this again. But then I was also surprised to see

that woman could get wore out. I always thought that being on the

receiving end of sex was easy.

I took a quick shower, and as I was drying myself, I walked back to

my bedroom. Miss Paula had selected an outfit for me to wear. "You and

another girl are going to a party. You two will be there for the

visible pleasure of the men, as well as the entertainment later in the

evening," Miss Paula told me. "While at the party, you will be wearing

this bikini." I looked at what she called a bikini. The small pieces of

wet look yellow cloth would surely show off everything I had. I pulled

the bikini on. The bottom barely covered my pussy, and had a thong

back, fully revealing my ass. The top was two thin strips of cloth,

that barely covered my nipples. The lack of support was obvious, as even

small movements caused my boobs to jiggle all over. Miss Paula handed

me a light coat, and told me to put it on and let's go.

We got in a car, and Miss Paula drove me to the party. To my

surprise, we drove down to the local university. We went to fraternity

row, and I was chagrined to see that we stopped at one of the frat

houses. I knew this would be no fun. Miss Paula took my coat, and told

me to walk up to the house, and ring the bell. She told me that she

would be back in a few hours.

Well, I bounced and jiggled up to the door, and rang the bell. I was

admitted to the house, to the accompaniment of jeers, cat calls, and

whistles. The man who greeted me, told me to make myself comfortable. I

could see the other girl over in the corner surrounded by a bunch of

guys. She wasn't dressed too much different than I was, although I

noticed (with a touch of pride???) that her tits were smaller than mine.

She was a pretty young brunette, she was wearing a tiny red bikini.

Well, I spent the next few hours being stared at, being fondled, etc.

Surprisingly, other than the lewd jokes and stories, so far I hadn't had

to perform sexually for any of the men. One of the men suddenly

announced that now it was time for the entertainment. He told the group

that Ashley and Cindy were going to wrestle, with the loser being the

recipient of a gang bang after the match. You could have knocked me over

with a feather. I wasn't sure how this would work out. I knew I had far

less strength than I had had as a woman. But then I realized that she

would be weaker too.

We went to the center of the room, and shook hands. I thought that

this would be a real wrestling match, but Cindy had other ideas. Cindy

started to slap and kick me. I thought that if this is what she wanted,

then I could do this to. I slapped Cindy, and started pulling on her

hair. I pushed her to the ground, and grabbed her bra top, ripping it

off.

I grabbed her boobs, and pulled her up. I started to punch her in

the stomach. I knocked her down to the ground again. I reached down to

pull off her bikini bottoms, when all of a sudden, she punched me hard

in my pussy. I fell to the ground in shock. I knew that getting hit in

the balls hurt, but this sure hurt too. Taking advantage of my sudden

pain, Cindy jumped and landed with her knees on my boobs. I screamed

from the new pain.

Cindy started to slap and punch my boobs, causing me to cringe in

pain. Again, taking advantage of my pain, Cindy ripped my bikini

panties off, insuring that they painfully cut up against my pussy.

Cindy sat down on my boobs, and grabbed both of my ankles, spreading my

legs wide open. She laughed and invited all of the guys over for a

close up look at my pussy. She began to scratch my pussylips, and pinch

my clit. I was crying like a little baby from the pain and humiliation.

Finally, Cindy got up, and presented me, the loser to the frat house.

To the cheering and laughing of all the guys, I was taken to one of the

bedrooms for the losers gang bang. I proceeded to service all of the

guys (as many as five at a time), and finally passed out from

exhaustion. I woke up (who knows how much later) with really painful

boobs, and a dull throbing pain in my pussy. Attempts to sit up only

accentuated the pain in my pussy. I looked down for the source of the

pain. To my shock, I realized that someone had stuck a huge zuchini up

my pussy, probably as some form of joke. I painfully pulled it out.

Cindy walked in a few moments later, and threw my old bikini at me.

Get dressed cunt, she ordered. How can you do this to me, I asked

Cindy. How come us "girls" don't stick together? Cindy laughed. "Look

cunt, I may have this body right now, but I still get off on putting

women in their place", Cindy explained. Rather perversely, I understood

exactly what she meant.

I got up, and got dressed so that we could return to the Black Widow.

It was painful to walk straight, and I noticed (embarassed) that the

least painful way to walk was with a hookers bow leg. I had always

laughed at those babes who had gotten fucked so much they had to walk

bow legged. Now I knew why they did it.

Miss Paula came a few moments later, and we walked out to the car.

The trip back to the Black Widow was very quiet.

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