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 Author: wandrer
Title: The Bitch
Universe: Demon-Man's world of Belial
Keywords: nc, tf, ff, mf, mc, inc, magic, strange, be
Summary: A haughty girl is horribly transformed and used by those whom
she once wronged.
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over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
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   Cassandra swore softly as she turned from the drinks counter with her
latte and bumped into the smaller girl, knocking the girl's coffee
everywhere.  A quick glance downward revealed her own coffee hadn't
spilled, and that none of the hot liquid had ended up on her expensive
clothes.  She looked back up at the surprised girl with a snarl - the tiny
little thing looked terrified of the much taller Cassandra.  As well she
should be.

   "Watch where you're going!" she barked at the nerdy little girl, who
stammered out an apology, even as she tried to wipe off the coffee
Cassandra had spilled all over her white t-shirt.

   Cassandra sneered haughtily as she steered away from the other girl. 
Cassandra knew it had been her fault, turning suddenly as she had while
lost in thought.  But as she'd learned over much of her life, jumping to
blame someone else solved that problem as often as not.

   Few people at this school were likely to argue with Cassandra Bishop,
even when she was clearly in the wrong.

   The tall blond girl strode towards the exit to the student union,
sipping her hot latte as she went, and smiling softly to herself at the
obvious terror she'd instilled in the girl back there.  One last bit of
entertainment before she left early for spring break the next morning, even
if she dreaded what that break might bring.

   Cassandra had become quite well known since arriving at university two
years ago.  In addition to her biting tongue and striking looks - and
immediate entry onto the cheerleading squad, which she now led - the rumor
had quickly begun to swirl that Cassandra was - obviously - the mysterious
heir to the Belcham fortune that everyone knew was a member of their class,
under an assumed identity.

   Cassandra's wealth and transparently similar background to what was
known of the Belcham heiress - that her mother had died in childbirth and
her father had died a few years ago, leaving her all of his significant
fortune to her - made it clear to everyone that she was the daughter of the
famous alchemist.  Merton Belcham - after whom the Alchemy Building was
named, due both to his being its most famous alumnus and also the largest
donor in the history of the university - had died in mysterious
circumstances several years ago as well.

   Of course, it never occurred to anyone to wonder why Belcham's heir
would have bothered to take on a false identity that was so close to her
real one.  Obviously Cassandra Bishop was really Cassandra Belcham. 
Everyone at the school knew it.

   Only Cassandra knew the truth.  Well, and presumably Belcham's *actual*
daughter, whoever she was.

   Still, the false rumor certainly suited Cassandra just fine.  She might
not be as wealthy as Belcham's family (indeed, her own fortune had been
dwindling to a frightening degree in the last few years), but for now at
least, she could certainly keep up appearances.  And the awe with which she
was treated - even if partly under false pretenses - suited Cassandra's own
view of herself just fine.

   After all, she was smart, gorgeous, rich...clearly superior to most of
her fellow students.  And she knew it.

   Of course, she knew how people outside of the ring of "friends" who
usually followed in her wake often referred to her (and probably many of
those "friends", when she wasn't around).  The name that much of the class
often called her, originally a play on her last name, that had morphed into
something more descriptive.  It should have been an insult, but the truth
was that Cassandra actually quite enjoyed it.  It was somewhat freeing.

   Being known as "The Bitch" certainly allowed her to act just as she
pleased.

   As she prepared to step out into the chilly winter evening, still
sipping her hot coffee, she shivered at a gust of cold air as another
student entered the building.  She turned to glance at herself in the
mirrored wall for a moment, pulling her coat free from her bag.

   The woman looking back at her was, by any measurement, stunning.  Her
curly blond hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a movie star's face -
white skin, full red lips, piercing blue eyes...she knew the effect a
smoldering look from her could have on most men (and a surprising number of
women).

   Her body, if anything, was even more perfect than her face - long legs,
a perfectly flared waist, with hips just wide enough to be sexy, but not
too wide.  A toned stomach, and of course, her breasts...large and
perfectly round.  She wasn't afraid in the slightest to accentuate her
perfect D-cups, knowing how it distracted all the males around her
terribly. Her nipples were the only feature of her body that she wasn't too
wild about - too large, she thought when being critical, and too frequently
visible even under her bra...especially in a situation like now, the cold
air having hardened her nipples so they were clearly poking through her
pink sweater.

   She swallowed and blinked as her image in the mirror seemed to sway for
a moment.

   Then suddenly, the whole room began to sway.

   "Whaaarrt?" she said, her words slurring and coming to her slowly as the
room spun.  She looked down at her hand to see her coffee cup falling away
from her in slow motion.

   It was only as the room tilted that she realized she was falling as
well. Voices

   "There she goes - catch her," a female voice hissed.

   "I got her," a male voice responded, and she felt strong arms grabbing
her from behind.  The voice seemed...familiar...

   Her world spun faster and faster as she stumbled into the body of the
man holding her, far too dizzy to struggle.  She tried to speak, but all
that came forth was a quiet moan.

   "Oh this is going to be such fun," she heard another female voice say,
again familiar even through her haze.  But then the spinning slowed, as
Cassandra's world started to....

   ...fade to black.

   Cassandra hated to dream.

   Her dreams were the one place where her carefully constructed walls were
torn down, the one place where she had no control in a life *entirely*
about control.

   The place where she was faced with memories of her life - her
paradoxical relationship with her distant father, who gave her anything she
asked for, yet denied her the only thing she truly wanted, especially as
she grew into the perfect image of her beautiful mother, who he had lost
during her birth.

   The loneliness when he died, leaving her only with his cold, impersonal
company to raise her - wanting for nothing with her wealth, and yet wanting
for *everything* in terms of human contact.  Until finally she decided to
hold every relationship at arms length, to prove that she was fine alone,
that she didn't need anyone.

   She was better than all of them.

   Cassandra groaned as her lonely dreams faded and the real world
returned. Her head seemed full of cotton, and her eyes stuck together with
glue, but she slowly forced them open, blinking.

   Even as the blurriness slowly cleared from her vision, she couldn't seem
to see clearly...it took her a few moments to realize that was because the
room she was in was quite dim.  She lay on her back, staring at the
ceiling, the earlier dizziness slowly starting to fade.  She swallowed hard
against her dry throat, still trying to clear her head when she realized
she could hear voices.

   "I dunno...I still think we should have done it while she was awake," a
girl's voice said, again familiar, though far from friendly.

   "I'm telling you," a different and unfamiliar girl this time, with an
almost shy sounding voice, "it would have been too painful for her, even
with the quick healing."

   "Well, she deserves it," the male voice muttered darkly, "I wouldn't
have minded seeing her suffer a little pain..."

   There was a giggle.  Then the first girl spoke again...or did she?  The
voice sounded slightly different...

   "Well, little Samantha here doesn't like to hurt people, even for
someone as nasty as Cassandra.  Though she obviously has a skewed image of
what 'hurt' means..."

   "I...listen, I certainly don't mind the humiliation part of it, but what
I've done isn't permanent," the second voice said again, sounding small and
nervous, "and I *don't* want to hurt her..."

   "Hey, she's waking up," the first (or third?) female voice said...

   Cassandra had groaned at the last portion of the conversation, and began
to struggle to wake up, to *get* up...but she found that her arms and legs
didn't seem to be responding to her at all.  They felt very strange, to be
honest...numb...

   Cassandra let out a moan, her dry throat making it difficult for her to
speak.

   "Wh-what...where am I?" she finally managed to croak out.

   She drew in a breath of surprise as her captors stepped into view.  She
knew them...three of the four anyway.

   The first person she saw made her stomach tighten, even as her face
curled into a sneer of disdain.  The male voice, obviously - Dane Whitman.
Tall and darkly handsome...they'd had a brief fling freshman year before
she'd broken up with him quite publicly and then, when he'd been furious
with her, had proceeded to tell stories about his...less than ample
endowment.  His well-known nickname now had come from those stories...it
seemed likely that he hated her more than most anyone on campus.  Which was
saying something.

   Though the second and third people she saw came close.

   Nora and Lora - the pretty redheaded twins looming over her from the
other side.  They'd been masters of the cheerleading squad before Cassandra
had arrived (a year ahead of her), and had responded rather poorly to
Cassandra's takeover of the group.  So of course, she'd gotten them thrown
off the team.  They definitely held a grudge.

   And Nora held more than just that grudge against her - Cassandra's
boyfriend, Cole, had been Nora's beau before Cassandra had stolen him away.
The word had been that Nora had been brokenhearted for some time after
that. She suspected that Lora was only slightly less furious over the whole
thing than her sister - if nothing else, the two sisters were so close that
Nora's heartbreak had surely spilled over to Lora.  Cole claimed that he'd
actually been sleeping with *both* twins, though it was usually during an
attempt to get Cassandra to have a threesome (an idea she found repulsive),
so she'd never really believed he was telling the truth.

   The mirrored hatred (masked by disturbing smirks) on the faces of the
twins made her wonder if he hadn't been telling the truth, however.

   And of course the fact that Cassandra had spread numerous stories about
what a slut Nora was certainly didn't make them like her any more.

   It took Cassandra a few moments to recognize the fourth person - she was
a tiny, petite girl with short black hair and glasses.  A cute little nerdy
thing...that Cassandra finally recognized as the girl she'd "bumped" into
in the coffee house.  Obviously not as much of an accident as it seemed at
the time.  Cassandra thought she'd seen the girl before as well, but she
couldn't quite place where...

   Cassandra was terrified, especially given that she seemed to be unable
to move.  So, of course, she did what she always did when she was
frightened.  She started yelling.

   "How *dare* you!" she spat angrily, focusing her ire on Samantha, as the
obviously weakest link.  Samantha took a step back, a frightened look
stealing over her face.

   "You will let me go right this instant, and *maybe* I won't have you
arrested, just thrown out of school!"

   Samantha stared down at her nervously, but then Nora (or was it Lora?)
stepped over with a smirk.

   "Oh, don't worry, Sam...she's all bark and no bite at this point."

   Cassandra turned her anger towards Nora.

   "You want to see how much bite I have?  Just wait till I get up and walk
out of here!  I'll show you exactly what happens when you mess with someone
like me!  I'll..."

   Cassandra trailed off as she realized with increasing worry that Dane
had started snickering halfway through, and the twins had joined in.

   "What?!" she shouted, "What's so funny?!"

   "Oh, Cassie," Dane said, using the nickname she hated intensely, "I
think maybe we'd better let you take a good look at yourself before you
make any more threats..."

   She heard some shuffling, and then Dane stepped back into view, this
time lifting up a large mirror, which he held above Cassandra's form,
lying...wherever she was lying.  She stared at the mirror, trying to
comprehend what she was seeing through the last of the fading drug effects.

   Then she screamed.

   Only now did she realize that she was lying naked on a soft examination
bed.  Her large, firm breasts lay heaving on her chest, her pink nipples
crinkled to hardness in the cool air.  Her midriff and crotch were
similarly bare, her blond curls nestled...

   Well, they would have been nestled between her slender thighs, normally.
And therein lay the problem that led to her horrified scream, now
collapsing into sobs.

   Her lovely legs seemed to be missing.  As did her arms.

   All that was left of Cassandra was her head and beautiful torso.  Where
her ams and legs should have been were the barest of smooth stumps. 
Someone had removed her arms and legs from her body entirely, leaving her
just a naked little head and torso lying on the table.  Utterly helpless.

   Initially, her terr

   "Oh my god!  What have you done to me!  My beautiful body!  I'll make
sure you are all sent to be used for experiments!  You...you're all going
to pay for this!  I'll...I'll..."

   She dissolved into sobs, finally so overcome by horror at what she'd
been turned into that she could do nothing but cry.  Not that either the
threats or the crying seemed to have much effect on her captors.

   "Hmmm," said Dane, with a nasty grin, "Somehow those threats just seem a
little...empty."

   The twins giggle and then knelt on either side of her, leaning in to
speak to her.

   "You see, we know your secret," Lora said, quietly.

   "Or rather, we know that your secret is that you don't *have* a
secret..."

   Cassandra's blood ran cold.  They knew she wasn't Belcham's heir.

   But still, she they didn't know that...

   "And we also found out recently that your own *real* fortune seems to
have become...questionable."

   Cassandra let out a groaning sob.

   "Dear Miss Bishop," Nora said, reading from a letter that Cassandra had
thought carefully hidden in her room, "We regret to inform you that due to
certain irregularities in your father's taxes, the remainder of your estate
has been seized until this can be resolved.  Please be in court blah blah
or all your assets will be liquidated blah blah..."

   This was what Cassandra had been so dreading from her spring break - she
would have to go try to sort this out at the court date two days from now.
And if she couldn't, she knew she wouldn't be coming back to school.  Ever.


   She would be penniless.

   "You...you can't do this to me...someone will look for me..."

   "And who might that be?" Dane asked with a grin, "you were leaving
school early...so we have *all* of spring break to play with you."

   "And even afterwards, it should be fairly easy to show that you went on
the run from your father's estate being 'collected'.  Why would anyone ever
look for you again."

   "I'll...I'll scream..."

   Nora laughed.

   "Go ahead...scream your head off - then you'd look *really* funny!  This
room is one of the experiment rooms in the west wing of Belcham...it's
completely soundproofed.  I bet we could sound a foghorn in here and you
couldn't hear it through that door.  And it'll be empty for at least a week
- this area is closed off during spring break, starting today."

   Cassandra began to cry.  She was horribly, awfully trapped.

   "But don't fret, little Cassie," Dane said, "we aren't planning to keep
you like this forever.  In fact, little Sam here is our resident alchemy
genius...she's got your arms and legs nicely stored away, and can reattach
them if you earn them back, can't you Sam?"

   Samantha nodded, nervously.  The girl seemed out of place with the other
three, staring at Cassandra as though she couldn't quite believe what she
had done.  Even through her fear and misery, the wheels in Cassandra's mind
started to spin.  She had no idea why the little nerd was involved, but she
seemed like the weak link - if Cassandra was going to get out of this,
Samantha was probably her best target...

   Nora continued for Dane, drawing Cassandra's attention back to her other
captors.

   "And no matter what happens, you're not going to tell anyone about it,
are you?  After all, as long as *we* don't say anything, you'll still have
your reputation.  And trust me, you're not going to want the next few days
to be public knowledge."

   "What...what are you going to do with me?" Cassandra breathed,
terrified. What more could they do to her than they'd already done?

   "Why, we're going to play with you, my dear.  And you are going to do
everything we say, everything we want...and if you do, you can have your
body back, in time to go try to hold onto whatever is left of your money.
But the slightest bit of resistance, and we'll happily leave you like this
forever.  I know of a brothel that would just *love* to have a little toy
as pretty as you."

   Cassandra whimpered in terror.

   "So...are you going to do as you're told?"

   Cassandra hesitated, but finally nodded, the only motion that she could
make with her new, ridiculous body.  She was beaten...at least for now.

   The two twins looked up at each other and grinned.

   "Well then...I think it's time to play, don't you Nora?"

   "Oh, *yes* Lora, I sure do..."

   The two twins turned in unison to stare at Samantha.  The smaller girl
looked up at them nervously.

   "...what?" she finally said.

   The twins smiled at her and moved to either side, holding her arm
affectionately.  Samantha looked from one to the other with apprehension,
and also obviously trying to figure out which was which.  Cassandra herself
was having trouble figuring that out from her vantage point.

   "Well, Sam...I think that today is your lucky day," one of them said
with a meaningful glance at Cassandra, "Today you get to get back at The
Bitch for what she did to you, *and* you get to fulfill your fantasy at the
same time..."

   "That's right...we think you should get to go first with her."

   "Hey, wait...why does she get to go first?" Dane said in a surly voice.

   One of the twins split off to move over to him.

   "Because she's the one who has done all the work so far, Dane," she
said, voice dripping with sweetness.  Dane opened his mouth to protest, and
then stopped with a grunt as the redhead poked him hard in the side with a
brief scowl.  Samantha missed all of this, as she was staring at Cassandra
with a wide-eyed expression, but Cassandra caught it.  She just didn't know
what it meant.

   "Which reminds me," the twin with Dane (Cassandra thought that was Nora)
continued, "Did you bring your little contribution to our fun?"

   Dane nodded.

   "Yeah, uh," he fished around in his pocket, and then pulled something
out that clinked with the sound of metal on metal, "here they are.  They
weren't easy to get, let me tell you..."

   Cassandra craned her neck upwards, trying to see what was in his hand,
but fell back with her face burning in embarrassment when the other twin
let out a giggle.  She must look ridiculous, writing and lifting her head
with no arms and legs...

   "Sorry Cassandra...you'll find out about those later.  For now though -
Sam, why don't we get you out of those wet clothes..."

   Cassandra snapped her head around to find Samantha looking almost as
horrified as Cassandra probably did.  The taller redhead was reaching for
the girl's coffee-stained white t-shirt.

   "What...here?" Samantha squeaked, "With...all of you here?  I...I
can't..."

   "Sure you can!  We can't really move her somewhere else, can we?  And
you have that final in two hours...come on, you deserve to have some fun
before that..."

   The two twins converged on the little brunette again, smiling evilly as
the smaller girl backed away, then stopped and looked down as she bumped
into the table Cassandra was lying on and turned to look down at the
gorgeous, limb-less blond girl.

   Cassandra figured now was as good a time as any to go after her.  She
put on her most pitiful face and looked up at Samantha, letting the tears
spill forth.

   "How could you do this to me?" she sobbed, "What did I ever do to you?"

   She realized almost instantly that she'd miscalculated.  Samantha's face
darkened.

   "You don't...you don't even *remember* me?" she said, obviously furious.
But Cassandra had no idea *why*.  Cassandra's tears cut off as quickly as
she'd let them loose, as she racked her brain trying to figure out who the
girl could possibly be.

   One of the twins smiled in mock sympathy and put her arm around the
angry Samantha.  Though that anger was obviously a flash in the pan - she
now looked as though *she* might cry.

   "See, Sam?  She's not called The Bitch for nothing...she doesn't even
remember how you bared your heart to her, and how she responded by mocking
you and outing you to the whole campus..."

   Cassandra's eyes widened.  How could she have forgotten?  She and
Samantha had lived in the same dorm freshman year, though the girl hadn't
been wearing glasses then and her hair had been long instead of the
tomboyish cut she currently wore.  One night, after a hall party, Samantha
had drunkenly kissed her, professing her love for Cassandra.

   Needless to say, Cassandra had reacted poorly.  She'd told the whole
dorm about Samantha the lezzie.  Sam had moved out a few days later, and
Cassandra had completely forgotten about her.

   It was clear that Samantha hadn't forgotten about Cassandra, though.

   "Well, Sam, why don't we just see how Cassandra here would have done as
your lover, shall we?"

   Cassandra's eyes widened...they couldn't mean...

   She watched as the twins grabbed the corner of Samantha's t-shirt and
began to pull it free from her jeans.  The girl began to blush furiously,
eyes flicking from one twin to the other, and then to Dane, who was
watching with rapt attention, his earlier complaint forgotten.

   "Wait - I'm not sure I..."

   Sam fought meekly as the twins pulled up her t-shirt, revealing her
smooth belly with its ring piercing her bellybutton, then slid upwards. 
With a giggle, the twins yanked Samantha's shirt over her head.  Cassandra
caught a fleeting glimpse of the girl's tiny breasts - barely bumps on her
chest, topped with small, rock-hard pink nipples - before she crossed her
arms over them, her face, neck and chest red with embarrassment.  She
squawked as one of the twins reached for the button to her jeans.

   "Oh come on, Sam - don't be such a little prude.  You know you want it,
and it's just *us*.  We're all in this together."

   "Yeah...besides," the other one giggled, "Maybe we'll help out a
little..."

   Sam yelped in shocked protest as the twin slid a hand over her belly and
then under her covering arm, and then let out a whimper as the redhead slid
a thumb over one of Sam's small breasts.  Sam lowered her arms in surprise,
and that was all the opening the twin needed, lowering her mouth to Sam's
breast and swirling her tongue over the girl's obviously sensitive nipple.
Samantha groaned loudly, shivering with pleasure.

   Cassandra watched, fascinated, as the first twin suckled expertly at
Samantha's breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, and using her
fingers expertly on whichever side she wasn't licking.  Meanwhile the
second twin used the opportunity to unfasten Sam's jeans and begin sliding
them down over her slender hips, pulling her white panties down with them.
Samantha let out a whimper that could have been of protest, but was equally
filled with pleasure at the ministrations to her nipples.

   It was obvious that the twins had done this sort of thing before.  Maybe
Cole's stories about them had been closer to the truth than Cassandra
thought.

   Within moments, Sam was completely naked.  Her slim little body was
amazingly girlish - tiny breasts, barely any flare to her hips.  Naked, she
looked a lot less nerdy and more just cute.  Her large glasses gave her an
adorable look that Cassandra knew a surprising number of guys went for.

   She glanced over to see Dane staring at Samantha appreciatively.  Sam
was far too distracted to notice.

   "Mmmm," moaned the twin sucking on Sam's nipples, "Your skin tastes
nice, Sam..."

   Sam let out another small whimper of pleasure, and her eyes drifted down
to Cassandra's armless, legless form once again.  For the first time, it
really hit Cassandra that she was not only completely helpless, but now
perfectly available as a plaything, with no ability to resist what someone
might want to do with her.

   Clearly the non-suckling twin had the same idea.  She straightened up
and grinned at Sam.

   "Well, now that Nora has warmed you up so nicely, why don't you try out
our little sex toy here?"

   Sam stared at Cassandra's naked body and swallowed, shivering as Nora
flicked Sam's little nipple with her tongue.  The small girl's nostrils
flared with arousal.

   "Samantha...I'm...I'm so sorry that I did that to you," Cassandra said
in her meekest voice possible, "I was younger...I was embarrassed...I mean,
I'm just not into girls that way..."

   Sam drew a shuddering breath at a sudden slurp from Nora, and Cassandra
could see from the burning arousal in the girl's eyes that her pleas came
too late.  Lora knew it too, and grinned down at Cassandra.

   "Well, why don't we just see what we can do about your interest in
girls, right Sam?"

   Sam was breathing heavily now, her arousal completely overwhelming the
fact that she was naked in a room with a number of people...and about to do
more than that.  She stared down at the helpless Cassandra and let out a
hissing breath.

   "Oh yes..." she moaned quietly.

   Cassandra tried to scootch away with a whimper as Sam clambered up onto
the sheet-covered table with her, but without arms or legs, the best she
could do was to wiggle slightly to one side.  Sam was small enough that in
the absence of Cassandra's arms, the short-haired girl could easily kneel
there with her...especially when she swung one small leg over Cassandra's
head to place her knees on either side of the armless blond girl.

   Cassandra let out a small moan as she found herself suddenly staring up
at Samantha's pussy...which was *very* wet.  The girl was clearly
incredibly turned on by the whole situation, in spite of her protestations.
Her pussy was nestled in soft black curls, the pink lips glistening with
wetness.  Cassandra found herself vaguely fascinated even through her
humiliation and disgust, having never seen another girl's pussy this close.
The faint scent of Samantha's sex filled Cassandra's nose as the girl
maneuvered herself into position for what she obviously expected from
Cassandra.

   "No...you can't...you can't expect me to..."

   She let out a sudden yelp of pain - someone had just squeezed her large
nipple, hard!  She squealed again as someone - the twins, obviously -
twisted the other one.  Tears came to her eyes as she writhed in pain at
the pinching, but she was completely helpless - with no arms, she could do
nothing to stop them, and Sam's thighs kept her pinned where she was.

   "Oh, of course we expect you to do exactly that..." <Pinch>

   "I don't know, Lora," <Pinch> "That sounded kind of like resistance to
me..." <Pinch>

   "Hmm, you're right, Nora," the other twin said in mock sadness with
another pinch and a yelp from Cassandra, "Maybe we should just drop
Cassandra off at that brothel and be done with her..." <PINCH>

   "Stop!  Stop!" she wailed, finally, "Oh-OK!"

   "OK?" Lora said in mock surprise, "OK what?" She tweaked Cassandra's
nipple just slightly.

   "I'll do it!  I'll...I'll do it..."

   "Do what, Cassandra?  I don't see you doing anything..."

   Cassandra realized that any stalling she might have done wasn't going to
work - the twins fingers tightened on her nipples, and it was obvious what
they expected them to do.  Samantha had stopped with her pussy a few inches
from Cassandra's mouth, and was looking nervous again.  Cassandra looked up
the girl's body - so slim and small, with her tiny breasts and very hard
nipples - and had an odd twinge of affection for the sweet little woman,
clearly torn between her desire and her wish not to hurt Cassandra.

   Cassandra latched onto that small affection, and lifted her mouth up,
drawing her tongue over Sam's wet pussy.

   Sam let out a loud squeal of shocked pleasure as Cassandra started to
slurp at her cunt.  Tears streamed down Cassandra's cheeks and her stomach
tightened, but she had decided the best way through this was to make Sam
cum as quickly as possible.  She sucked inexpertly at Sam's pussy and clit,
her mouth filling with the salty-sweet flavor of the other girl's cunt.

   She watched as the twins lowered their mouths to Sam's small breasts
with a giggle, while the smaller girl bucked and moaned at the sudden
ministrations from three girls at once.  Cassandra let out an involuntary
moan of her own as the twins' hands went from pinching to stimulating her
large breasts and nipples - against her will, she found her body responding
to their fingers, beginning to tingle in unwanted pleasure.

   Suddenly, with a high pitched series of chirps, Sam exploded in orgasm,
and Cassandra found her mouth filled with Sam's juices - the girl began to
squirt as she came!  Her cunt gushed as Cassandra still continued to suck
at her clit desperately, hoping that if she made Sam cum hard enough, she's
only be asked to do this once.

   Finally Sam stopped cumming and her hands flew to her face with a sob.
Her small body shuddered uncontrollably as she came down from what was
obviously a massive orgasm.

   "Oh god...oh god...oh god..." she moaned over and over.

   "Mmm...you liked that, I think, didn't you Sam?"

   "Yeah, who knew - our little Cassandra seems to be a pretty good pussy
licker."

   "So she is...I can't wait to try her out myself in a little while."

   Cassandra whimpered at that.

   Sam started to pull herself off of the table, but the twins grabbed her
and pushed her down again.

   "Wait, you don't want to stop now, do you?"

   "Wh-what?"

   "I mean...I think she owes you at least another orgasm, for sure..."

   "And don't you want a little taste of that pretty little blond pussy, so
open and inviting?"

   Sam's pussy throbbed suddenly against Cassandra's still gently swirling
tongue at that.

   "Oh god...yesss..." Samantha breathed.

   "Well why don't we try a little 69 action, then, sweetie..."

   Sam shakily pulled herself off again, with some help from the twins and
spun around, swinging her leg back over Cassandra's head and lower her
pussy down again.  Cassandra let out a small moan of disgust...but the
truth was, the disgust wasn't at Samantha's lowering pussy, it was really
at herself.

   She found she'd kind of liked licking the little nerdy lesbian and
listening to her cum.  And that disturbed Cassandra almost more than having
lost her arms and legs (temporarily, she prayed).

   Her thoughts were disrupted as Sam's still very wet pussy lowered once
again to her mouth...and she suddenly felt the girl's warm breath over her
own pussy.  Cassandra let out a little squeak...and then a yelp as Samantha
dove her mouth into Cassandra's exposed cunt.

   Cassandra's surprised moans of pleasure were loud and very real, even
though they were immediately muffled as Sam lowered her pussy to
Cassandra's lips again.  Sam, unlike Cassandra, was an expert pussy licker,
and her tongue swirled over the blond's pussy hitting all the right spots,
eventually sucking Cassandra's clit into her mouth, eliciting a squeal from
the writhing, limb-less girl.

   Cassandra had, quite literally, never felt anything like it.  She'd
always been something of a prude, sexually, and had only slept with three
guys - Cole, Dane, and her first time with a pretty boy in high school
while she'd been on vacation.  She liked sex, but she'd always been grossed
out by the idea of someone licking her down there, or even worse the idea
of a guy's cock in her mouth.

   So she'd never actually felt a tongue licking her pussy as Sam's was
now.

   Her moans turned to uncontrolled sobs of pleasure as Sam's skilled
tongue caressed her wet cunt.  Her vague humiliation just seemed to add to
her arousal, as did her complete inability to escape Sam's questing mouth.
Normally Cassandra would be squirming, drawing her legs together, pushing
herself away from the incredibly overwhelming sensations...only she
couldn't.  With no legs, her pussy was completely and utterly exposed for
any use someone wanted to put it to.

   And right now, Sam wanted Cassandra to cum.

   Cassandra's orgasm ripped through her with a shriek, her squeals and
screams still muffled by Sam's wet cunt, pressed down onto her face.  The
pleasure was beyond anything she'd ever experienced - she came most of the
time she had sex, but it had never felt this good.  And the way Sam's
tongue stroked her in just the right way to keep her cumming and cumming...

   Somewhere she vaguely realized that Sam was cumming as well, from
Cassandra's unconsciously slurping mouth, and she found herself emulating
Sam's motions as best she could as she erupted into another screaming
orgasm of her own.  Sam seemed to like it, her chirps coming around her own
licking of Cassandra, her small hips humping against the blonde's mouth.

   Finally, the two girls stopped cumming after what seemed like an
eternity, and were both left gasping and sobbing quietly.  Cassandra's
whole body tingled, her nipples hard and aching as shudders rippled through
her torso.

   "Wow," said one of the twins.  They were both staring at the two girls
with wide eyes.

   "Yeah...wow," said the other one, with something like envy in her voice.

   "Holy crap," said Dane.  Cassandra realized she'd forgotten he was even
there - he'd backed into a corner to watch the show.

   Finally, after a long minute or two of lying on top of the blond and
shuddering, Samantha managed to lever herself up and off the table, her
knees buckling until she was caught by one of the twins.

   "Easy there, kiddo," the redhead said with a giggle.

   Sam shivered and looked back at Cassandra longingly.  Cassandra's eyes
were red from crying, and her face glistened with Sam's pussy juices...and
mostly she looked confused.  She didn't understand it, but she'd *liked*
doing that with Sam.  Even now, she felt herself looking at Sam shyly,
strange feelings of affection for the tiny girl coursing through her.

   "Oh...oh my...that was...wow," Sam gasped, trying to catch her breath.
She suddenly seemed to realize she was standing in the room naked, with
three girls and one guy all staring (with various degrees of appreciation)
at her boyishly cute body.  She began to turn red from her chest upwards,
and then grabbed her clothes and began to pull them on quickly.  She seemed
oblivious to the coffee stains on her t-shirt as she pulled it over her
head, readjusting her glasses on her nose, and just as oblivious to her
rock hard nipples clearly visible under the fabric.

   "I, uh...I think I should go to my final," she said breathlessly, with
one more longing glance at Cassandra's naked body, "You guys will...be OK
here on your own?"

   "Oh yes," said Nora, looking at Cassandra hungrily.

   "We'll all be just fine," Lora said, with a smile at Sam, "We'll see you
tomorrow, as planned."

   Cassandra, finally catching her breath, turned to watch Samantha walk
out the door.  She had the strangest feeling of longing as she watched the
small girl leave - some part of her really wanted her to stay.

   And not just because Cassandra realized the small girl was clearly the
closest thing she'd had to a friend in the room.

   As the door closed, her three remaining captors surrounded her, looking
down on the armless, legless former cheerleader lying on the table.  She
felt small and terrified, looking up at them from her position of utter
helplessness - all of her earlier swagger was gone.

   "Is it my turn?" Dane said, hungrily, staring at Cassandra with both
lust and undisguised hatred.

   "Listen," Cassandra whimpered, hating the obvious fear in her voice,
"I'm s-sorry for everything I did to you...please, I...."

   Lora rolled her eyes.

   "Nora, can we just use the gag now?  I don't want to listen to her
beg...well, I do, but I don't want to *listen* to her, you know?"

   Nora giggled, and nodded, walking to the side of the room where a big
dufflebag lay.  She unzipped it and then turned back to the table, carrying
something bright pink in her hands.

   "What...what is that," Cassandra rasped out, craning her neck as Nora
walked around behind her.

   Nora leaned over her, her long red hair dangling over Cassandra's face.
She smiled darkly.

   "Open your mouth nice and wide, Bitch," the redhead said, and when
Cassandra looked like she might resist, Nora just shook her head, "I am
*so* ready to just get rid of you for good..."

   Cassandra swallowed and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.

   Nora leaned over, and shoved something over her bottom teeth, and then
wedged it over her top teeth, then lifted Cassandra's head roughly, pulling
her blond hair to one side.  Lora pulled a strap taught behind her head,
and they let her fall back to the table.

   "Auggghh....ahhhh..." Cassandra moaned.

   Her mouth was wedged open by something fitted over her teeth - her
questing tongue told her that it was soft leather or something.  She found
she couldn't close her teeth beyond a certain point, and couldn't bring her
lips all the way together either.  Her mouth was locked open by whatever
had been strapped to her head.

   "Oh that's *much" better," Lora quipped as tears began to roll down
Cassandra's cheeks while she made small pathetic groans in an attempt to
speak.

   "OK, I think we're ready for your toys, Dane."

   Dane grinned, and fished in his pocket again for whatever had been
jingling earlier, and held them up for inspection.  The twins giggled in
unison.

   "Let's put them on her," Nora said, excitedly.

   Dane leaned over Cassandra, and to her horror she felt his hand on one
of her large breast.  She let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure as he
began fondling her large nipple back to hardness.  She started to lift her
head to see what he was doing as he slid his other hand over to her nipple,
the glint of metal sliding up to the dark red nubbin...

   Suddenly she shrieked, what was left of her body thrashing on the table,
as incredible pain lanced through her nipple.  Her wordless moans and
screams were punctuated by another shriek as Dane repeated the procedure on
the other side.

   Finally, she fell back, sobbing at the throbbing in her nipples.

   "Those are amazing!" Lora said.

   "Oh, I love them," Nora agreed, "I can't wait to see them in action."

   "Well, they didn't come cheaply, let me tell you," Dane replied, smiling
down at his handiwork, "took a good chunk out of my trust fund.  But I
think they'll be worth it."

   As quickly as the pain had hit her, it was starting to fade, and
Cassandra lifted her head to see what Dane had done to her.  A trickle of
drool came out the side of her open mouth as she let out a small moan.

   Her large nipples each now sported a huge, silver ring through them. 
She couldn't quite see all of it, but she could make out a red gem attached
in the center of the ring, and - she realized in horror as she shifted
slightly, causing her large breasts to jiggle - each had a round bell
dangling from it, jingling faintly even from her small change in position.

   She let out a wail of misery at this latest humiliation.  The other
three seemed far more amused.

   "How do they work?" Nora asked.

   "Well, there's a command word to turn them on.  Though they'll have a
permanent effect on her even when they're off, though, after they've been
turned on a few times."

   Cassandra listened in horror to the discussion above her.  What did they
do?  She realized that the pain was gone now, and it had been replaced by
an increasing tingling.  A very *pleasant* tingling.

   "And what happens if they're removed?" Lora said, wide-eyed.

   "Oh, well that's kind of fun," Dane grinned, "if they ever come off, the
full effect turns permanent.  She'd be pretty much incapacitated if that
were ever to happen.  Though entertaining, I would imagine."

   Cassandra moaned in fear.  Though she was also staring to feel...good.

   "Let's try them!  Let's try them!" Nora said, excitedly clapping her
hands like an evil little girl.

   "What's the command word, Dane?" Lora asked.

   Dane smiled evilly.

   "Cassandra."

   Cassandra's eyes went wide, and she let out a squeak.  The pleasant
tingling which she'd just started to recognize as growing arousal erupted
through her, spreading in warm waves through her truncated body.

   "Oh that's *terrible*," Nora squealed in contradictory delight.

   "Evil!  You made it her *name*!?" Lora said, equally delighted and
horrified.

   Dane laughed.

   "Well, she is so enamored of it, and so hates the standard short
version...I thought it was perfect.  She's certainly going to have problems
if she can't convince people to call her Cassie now."

   Cassandra let out a loud moan.  Her cunt ached with her rapidly growing
need, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.  Her nipples
had hardened to the point of pain, the large rings through them propped up
above her heaving tits.  The red gems in them were glowing with a dim red
fire that paled in comparison to the one burning inside her.  She
desperately wanted to touch herself, to finger her cunt, pull on her
nipples...anything to quench her desperate arousal!

   And of course, she was now completely incapable of satisfying herself in
any way.

   "Uh-oh," Lora giggled, "I think our little toy is getting all hot and
bothered."

   Cassandra's wild eyes whipped across her captors faces as she began to
pant uncontrollably in lust.  Finally, her eyes lighted on Dane and she
moaned in desperation.

   "Auuhh eeeeeeeeee!"

   Dane smiled at her.

   "I'm sorry?  I can't understand you, Cassie."

   Cassandra sobbed in frustration, and tried to twist her body so her
aching pussy was pointed towards Dane, lifting her wet slit up towards him
as best she could to indicate her desperation.

   "Eeeeeeee," she squealed, "auuuhhhhh eeeeeee!"

   "Why Dane," Nora said in mock astonishment, "I do believe little
Cassandra here wants you to fuck her."

   "EHHH!  EHHH!" Cassandra agreed desperately.

   "Hmmm," Dane said, thoughtfully, "well, I *suppose* I could do that."

   Cassandra sobbed in anticipation of some small relief from her
uncontrolled lust.

   "But, well...Cassie, as we all know, my cock is far to small for your
big, gaping cunt.  I don't think I could satisfy you there, unfortunately.

   "But you know...I'll bet your little ass would be the *perfect* size. 
So maybe I should fuck you there.  What do you think?"

   For the briefest of moments, Cassandra's overwhelming lust was punctured
by the horror of what he was suggesting.  The thought of being taken there
disgusted her more than a cock in her mouth, or licking a pussy...more than
nearly anything...

   And then suddenly the wave of lust slammed into her again, and with it,
the ache in her pussy had suddenly expanded to her ass as well.  Her
asshole began to throb with the need to be penetrated.  Cassandra gasped in
disbelief, but found herself nodding frantically.

   "AAAAH!!  AAAAH!!" she moaned.  She twisted her limbless body as best
she could, trying desperately to offer him her most sacred of holes, if
only he'd just fuck her!

   "Oh my," one of the twins giggled (in her desperation, Cassandra had
lost track again), "I do believe Cassandra wants you to fuck her in the
ass, Dane."

   "*Well*," the other one said, looking shocked before giggling as well,
"she sure is just the nastiest little thing, isn't she."

   Meanwhile Dane was simply staring at Cassandra's gorgeous body, begging
for him to use her in the most humiliating way she could imagine.  He let
out a low grunt, and began to unbuckle his pants.  After a moment, he
shoved them down and his cock sprang free.  One of the twins made a sound
of surprise, and he looked up.

   "What?" he snarled.

   "Well, you're..."

   "...normal," the other finished, "If anything, a little bigger than
average, I'd say."

   Dane let out a small, nasty laugh, the irritation of the last two years
underlying it like smoldering embers.

   "Yeah...I'd appreciate it if you'd spread that around."

   That, of course, had been the genius of Cassandra's nasty little rumor.
*She* knew that Dane was endowed just fine.  But it wasn't like he could
just whip it out to show people (not without making things a lot worse). 
So he'd been forced to endure the whispers and amused nicknames behind his
back, knowing that protesting her assertions only made him look worse.

   Not that Cassandra was thinking any of that right now...she was just
moaning and sobbing, trying to roll onto her side so that Dane could fuck
her ass, while she stared at his normal-sized, rock hard cock, her mouth
watering.

   With a growl, Dane grabbed her by her smooth hip, and flipped her over,
sliding her back to the edge of the exam table, which he'd conveniently
lowered to the perfect height before they'd started all of this.  Her
helplessness was once again blatantly exposed, as she lay there, her body
propped up on her large, soft breasts.  But now it only added to her lust.
She drooled from her ring-gagged mouth, moaning in desperation.

   Her eyes went wide as she felt Dane's cock touch her flesh, and her
moans cut off with a squeak as she trembled in anticipation, like a small
trapped animal.  She made a small whimper as she realized his cock was
pressing at the wrong hole...she felt it begin to slip into her pussy.

   Cassandra began to sob as Dane slid his cock into her *excruciatingly*
slowly.  She could feel every bump, every fold, every vein, she was so
sensitive right now, and it sent ripples of pleasure through her, but only
ratcheted up her need.  She tried to hump backwards at him, but with
neither arms nor legs, she could barely move, especially once he set his
hand on her back, holding her in place.

   "Now, now, Cassie...we'll really get going in a second now.  I just
thought it'd be better for both of us if I got myself all nice and wet from
your *sopping* pussy...you know, I've never seen a girl as wet as you are
right now."

   The twins giggled as Cassandra continued to sob in frustration, feeling
Dane swirl his cock around inside her ever so slowly...then she yelped as
he yanked it out all in one motion, and her whole body shuddered at the
sudden loss of the cock filling her.  She desperately wanted it back
inside.

   She moaned as she felt the tip touch her asshole - she'd never been
touched there before - and realized she was going to get her wish.

   Later, when her mind was almost normal again, she would be able to
describe to herself the aching need she felt.  She imagined it was much
like someone who was starving - they might not like what they were going to
be forced to eat, they might be disgusted by it...but they would eat it
ravenously anyway, doing anything to sate their hunger, all the while
revolted by what they were doing.

   That described Cassandra's desperation to have Dane's cock in her ass.
She didn't want it, but she *needed* it.

   And with a sudden wet thrust, thankfully very lubricated by her pussy
juices, he began shoving his cock inside her.

   Cassandra wailed with pain and pleasure.  She felt like she was being
ripped in two, and yet it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever
experienced.  Dane worked his cock back and forth, grunting, getting it in
a little further with each thrust, stretching Cassandra's no longer virgin
asshole wider and wider.

   "Oh my *lord* is she tight," Dane said between gritted teeth, "this is
*amazing*."

   "Better her than me," giggled one of the twins.

   "Speaking of which, do you mind if I jump in, too?"

   Dane grunted in assent, thrusting hard into Cassandra's ass and
eliciting a grunting moan from the blond girl.

   She vaguely heard the sound of cloth sliding off flesh, and then
suddenly a milky white leg swung in front of her, thighs spreading to
reveal a red-furred pussy, with pink folds nestled beneath the curls, very,
very wet.  The girl was naked from the waist down - a quick flick of her
eyes upwards saw that the pretty redhead was still wearing her t-shirt, as
the she looked down at Cassandra with excitement.  Cassandra's nostrils
once again filled with the scent of a girl's pussy, so familiar now and yet
so different.  The twin scooted her cunt forward until she was at
Cassandra's lips, pried open by their gag.

   Suddenly, the same sensation of the need spreading from her cunt to her
ass occurred once more, Cassandra's tongue suddenly aching to lick the
hated twin's pussy in front of her.  Grunting and moaning at the cock
thrusting hard in and out of her ass, she dove her mouth into the wet red
slit in front of her.  She frantically slurped and licked at the redhead's
pussy, the girl's moans and squeals sending ripples of pleasure through
Cassandra's violated body.

   Suddenly, she heard a loud grunt behind her, and felt warmth spread into
her ass as Dane thrust all the way inside her with one hard motion...and
then she too was cumming, loudly.  She screamed into the redhead's pussy,
continuing to lick desperately, even as her own body, painfully impaled on
Dane's cock in her ass, erupted in pleasure, milking his cock as she came.

   Dane seemed to cum forever, and she came along with him, sobbing. 
Meanwhile the twin whose pussy was being licked was gasping and grunting,
obviously close to an orgasm of her own.  Finally, Dane shuddered, his cock
throbbing in her ass, and began to gasp for breath.

   Cassandra moaned in pleasure/horror as she realized that her aching
arousal hadn't gone down in the slightest.

   And then the twin came.

   The redhead squealed loudly, long high-pitched screams.  And once again,
Cassandra began to cum along with her, moaning loudly as she slurped at the
redhead's dripping pussy.  The orgasm was unlike any Cassandra had ever had
- it was almost as though her tongue had become a clit, cumming in concert
with the girl she was licking.  She sobbed and licked and sucked as best
she could with her mouth pried open by the gag...

   Finally, the twin stopped cumming, shivering with delight against
Cassandra's licking tongue.

   And Cassandra sobbed as her lust *still* hadn't abated.  She began to
lick the redhead again, her mouth still aching with its need to lick the
girl, as the twin let out a surprised yelp at the renewed pleasure.

   "Hey, my turn Lora!" the other twin (Nora, obviously), said in
consternation.

   Both Cassandra and Lora moaned in disappointment as Lora slid
reluctantly off the table to make room for her sister.  Then a matching set
of legs swung up onto the exam table, spreading to show a completely shaved
pussy that was in every other respect identical to the one that had been
there a moment ago.  Cassandra looked up pathetically at Nora, who grinned
nastily down at her.  She'd actually stripped of all her clothing, unlike
Lora, her smallish breasts topped with hard pink nipples that poked perkily
upwards.

   "Quite the little slut now, aren't you Cassandra?"

   Cassandra yelped in shocked pain as Dane chose that moment to pull his
softening cock out of her abused ass.  There was a pop, and then Cassandra
felt cum running out of her ass, over her wet slit.

   And then her attention went to the cunt in front of her once again,
which Nora had scooted down against her mouth.

   "Lick me, Bitch."

   With a moan that could no longer be distinguished between humiliation
and excitement, Cassandra began to desperately lick Nora's pussy.

   Nora came even more quickly than her sister, and sounded completely
different - low, throaty moans to her sister's high squeals of delight.  As
she came, she grabbed the back of Cassandra's head, shoving her mouth deep
into her cunt as Nora growled out her orgasm.  Cassandra, once again, came
along with Nora, her own orgasm beginning and ending with the redhead's
pleasure.

   And as Nora crawled away from Cassandra's questing tongue, the blond
sobbed desperately, still burning with lust.  She began to lap at the pool
of wetness the twins had left on the leather in front of her, the taste
sending little tingles of pleasure through her desperate body.

   "How do we turn her off?" Lora giggled, while Nora leaned against her
sister, shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

   Dane, also looking dazed from his own usage of Cassandra's inviting ass,
now dripping with his cum, swallowed.

   "OK, Cassie-Bitch, that's enough," he said, breathing heavily.

   Cassandra let out a long low moan as the arousal hissed out of her like
air from a balloon, then began to cry softly, laying in the remaining
puddle of pussy juice from the twins, too exhausted and humiliated to even
care.  The thought that just the sound of her own name would do that to her
from now on was to horrific to even contemplate.

   "Nice," giggled Nora, then drew a shuddering breath as another
aftershock rippled through her.

   "Glad you like it," grinned Dane.

   "Well," said Lora with a glance over at the dufflebag in the corner,
"it's getting late...shall we get our little toy cleaned up and into her
party outfit?"

   Cassandra lifted her head as best she could to look over with a
horrified look.  She found her sexually sated captors in various states of
undress staring back at her with anticipation.  She let out a small moan.

   "Oh *yes*," hissed Nora.

   Cassandra whimpered as she bounced around inside the dufflebag Dane was
carrying her in, her nipple bells jingling with every bounch.  It was the
same one that held all of the items now on her body.  Dane had expressed
surprise (and delight) at how light Cassandra was without her arms and legs
as he'd stuffed her into her new carrying case.

   The twins and Dane had pulled more items out of the bag after their play
session, and had proceeded to apply them to Cassandra.  When she saw what
they were going to put on her, she'd wailed and screamed and tried to beg
them to stop...but to absolutely no effect other than eliciting giggles
from the twins as she sobbed and wriggled ineffectively.  After getting her
prepared for whatever was to come, each of them had taken another turn with
her, Cassandra moaning like a slut the whole time and desperately licking
the twins as Dane came in her pussy this time.  She'd sobbed weakly when
they finally turned her "off" again...and the worst part was that she
remained slightly turned on even now.  The nipple rings were obviously
having permanent effects on her already.

   She tried desperately to listen to what Dane and Lora were saying as
they walked (Nora had stayed behind, which seemed to surprise Dane and Lora
as much as Cassandra), but couldn't quite make it out through the muffling
of the bag around her, and the other noise surrounding them - it was clear
that they must be walking down campus carrying her from the sounds outside
her bag.  She'd thought of screaming to attract the attention of passerby,
but then given her current situation, she was horrified at anyone seeing
her like this.

   And Nora's last words to her before sealing her in the dufflebag were to
remind her that even the slightest hint of resistance would earn Cassandra
a permanent trip to the threatened brothel, after Nora had cut off her new
nipple rings, of course.  Lora had reminded her that if she was good, then
this would all be over tomorrow, and nothing but a bad memory.

   Cassandra was deadly certain that Nora had been serious.  She could only
pray that Lora was telling the truth as well.

   A sudden stop and the muffled sound of a doorbell told her that they'd
arrived at whatever their destination was.  Cassandra's stomach tightened
in fear.

   A door opened, and Cassandra could hear voices - mostly male.  They were
laughing and...oh god, it sounded like a party.  Goosebumps broke out on
her skin as she tried not to think about why they might be bringing her
like this to a party.  She'd heard about some of the parties that went on
at the frat houses, particularly pre-spring break.  Cole had promised her
that he wasn't going to go to one of those this year, though she wasn't
sure she believed him.  Still, given the fight they'd had the other night,
she wasn't really going to push it.

   She felt Dane move inside the house, and a number of male voices
cheerily call him by his hated nickname - she could feel his body tighten
against the bag in anger.  Then after a bit more walking, she felt him
sling her dufflebag around and drop her roughly onto a hard surface,
eliciting a yelp as he knocked the wind out of her.  As she gasped to catch
her breath she heard more talking outside the bag - what sounded like
Dane's voice, and then another male voice.

   Cassandra felt nauseous as she thought she recognized it.

   Suddenly, with a loud zip, the dufflebag slid open, and she found
herself blinking against the light, blinded from quite a long time in the
darkness of the bag.  As she blinked against the light, Dane slid the
dufflebag off of her form, revealing her to the several people standing
around the table she was lying on.  She blushed furiously in intense
humiliation at what they would be seeing, even though she doubted that
anyone could possibly recognize what was on the table as Cassandra Bishop.
Nora had used the mirrors to give Cassandra a nice, clear view at herself
before they'd left.

   The enchanted outfit they'd dressed her in had been borrowed from the
oft-threatened brothel, Lora had said, and given what it was, Cassandra had
no doubt in her head now that the place was real.  Cassandra had cried
piteously as they'd maneuvered her helpless form into the ridiculous
get-up, and then had said the command word that caused it to tighten to fit
her armless, legless body perfectly.

   In short Cassandra was now a bright pink teddy bear.  A teddy bear with
nice big tits, and a mouth, ass and pussy nicely exposed to be played with.

   The outfit, like the gag keeping her mouth open, was bright pink
leather. It slid over her body like a glove, all one piece, with a hood
that slid over her head, covering her face other than her eyes and wide
open mouth, with cute teddy bear detailing.  Her long blond hair stuck out
of the back of the hood through a small hole in a tight pony tail.

   There was a portion that had slid around her breasts, and then when it
tightened against her, caused her big ringed tits to jut upward
impressively.  Her belly was nicely exposed - a white belly against the
pink leather, and then the portion that went over the stumps where her legs
had been tightened to pull her ass wide and leave her pussy well exposed,
ready for entry in either hole.  Completing the look, she sported stumpy
pink "arms" and "legs" sticking out to the sides.  The whole thing was so
tightly bonded to her that it might as well be part of her skin.

   She really was nothing but a sex toy now.

   "Aweeesome!" a male voice said from behind her.

   "Oh, dude, I can't *wait* to get me some of that!"

   "Seriously...my girlfriend is going to want to play with her too."

   "Dude, your girlfriend wants to play with anything that moves."

   "Yeah, well..."

   The chatter was cut off by a low voice that caused Cassandra to whimper
in horror as she realized where she was.  Only her restrictive outfit kept
her from craning her neck around to stare in dismay.

   "She's perfect for the party," Cole said, and stepped forward to where
Cassandra was able to see him.

   Cole was everything Cassandra Bishop felt she deserved in a boyfriend.
Huge, athletic, painfully good looking - his chiseled features were swooned
over by most of the girls on campus, and probably a surprising number of
guys.  He wasn't exactly brilliant - Cassandra used every opportunity to
remind him that she was smarter than he was - but he was incredibly
popular, the head of the most prestigious fraternity on campus, amongst
other things.

   Right now, he was looking down at the ridiculous sex doll his girlfriend
had become without a hint of recognition.  Cassandra realized miserably
that her insistence that the room be dark when they were having sex made it
highly unlikely that he would recognize her from the parts of her body that
were visible.  And it probably wasn't going to occur to Cole that it was
his girlfriend strapped in there, on display for him and his housemates.

   Truthfully, as she lay there trembling in embarrassment, she couldn't
decide whether the thought that he wouldn't recognize her or the thought
that he would terrified Cassandra more.  But with a warning look from Lora,
she tried desperately to keep from crying.

   "Amazing work on getting something like this on such short notice,
Stumpy.  Thanks.  You should stick around and have a beer or two."

   Dane grimaced at the name, but quickly hid his irritation with a glance
down at teddy-Cassandra.

   "Uh, thanks Cole.  I think I'll do that."

   Cole turned and grinned at Lora.

   "Wow, haven't seen you in a while.  How's your sister?"

   Lora's eyes flashed briefly, but then her smiling facade slid over her
face again.

   "She's fine, Cole, thank you for asking.  Where's your new girlfriend,
anyway?  I can't imagine that The Bitch would much approve of your little
party favor here, or your party itself for that matter.  From what I hear
she's quite the prude."

   Cole laughed, and Cassandra's felt a stab of hurt in her heart that Cole
didn't even try to defend her.

   "Yeah, she wouldn't be too wild about this party, I don't think.  But
thankfully she's gone out of town for spring break, so I don't think I need
to worry about that.  Besides, what she doesn't know won't hurt her,
right?"

   "Oh, right," Lora purred, poking Cassandra in the side at her small
involuntary sob, "I'm sure there's *lots* of girls that she doesn't know
about that won't hurt her, aren't there?"

   "Sure, well, I was never much of a one-girl guy, Lora, you know that. 
And while Cassandra's awfully nice to look at, she isn't exactly...hey,
what's up with the toy here...?"

   Cassandra had started to choke back tears at the revelation that Cole
was sleeping around on her...and then sucked in her breath as he said her
name.  Within moments her entire body was burning with arousal, and she'd
begun to moan involuntarily, trying desperately with what little awareness
she had left to keep her increasing need hidden, and failing.

   "Hmmm....it looks like she's gotten bored waiting around there.  I think
she's getting a *little* horny, aren't you?"

   Cassandra sobbed and moaned wordlessly in agreement.

   "Whoa, dude!  Check out her pussy!"

   Several of Cole's fraternity brothers crowded around Cassandra's spread
teddy-bear legs, pointing and grinning.

   "She's *totally* wet!  She's dripping!"

   "Oh man, we gotta get this going, Cole!"

   Cole chuckled.

   "Well, let's get her into the playroom and get this party started!"

   Cassandra moaned as the guys cheered and one of them - Rodney, she
thought his name was, vaguely - grabbed her and threw her achingly horny
body over his shoulder.  She groaned in need as he walked through the main
living room of the hall, her large tits bouncing against his back, her
bells jingling loudly.  He stopped in the middle of the room.  Somewhere
behind her burning arousal, she realized with horror that the room was
filled with people already there for the party - they all stopped and
stared at her slung over the large man's shoulder, pointing and laughing.

   "Hear ye!  Hear ye!  Spring Break is officially declared open, and the
party is now rolling.  As you can see..."

   Cassandra squealed loudly, as Rodney suddenly shoved two thick fingers
into her sopping wet cunt and began to finger-fuck her for everyone to see.
A number of people - both male and female - groaned in excitement as she
writhed helplessly on his shoulder, her wet pussy starting to drip onto the
floor.

   "...this year's party favor is *quite* ready for your entertainment.  So
make your way to the playroom whenever you're in the mood for a little
stress relief!"

   Cassandra sobbed as Rodney pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her
aching even more for a real cock inside her, and the rest of the room
laughed and resumed their drinking and conversing, though a few got up and
started to follow Rodney and Cassandra's bouncing tits and teddy-bear arms.

   Rodney entered a room that she'd been in before - normally it was the TV
lounge of the house.  But today it was quite differently adorned - in the
middle of it stood a high, round bed, covered in red bedding.  The couches
had been pushed back against the walls, and pillows were everywhere.  It
was clear that the room was planned to be heavily used tonight.

   The large man through the moaning Cassandra-bear down on the bed, her
pink leather teddy costume flopping against the soft mattress.  She
realized excitedly (horribly) that the bed was around waist height for most
guys.

   And her eyes drifted to the large-screen TV on the wall.  Showing an
enormous picture of her semi-naked teddy bear encased body lying on the
bed. Some part of her realized with horror that this was all being
recorded.

   That small remaining bit of sanity realized with even deeper horror that
she didn't care, as long as she got fucked.

   Rodney seemed ready to oblige her.

   "Well, I think that since I'm doing the heavy lifting, I get first crack
at this beautiful wet cunt.  Anyone disagree?"

   Laughter came from all around and a chorus of assents as her audience -
and those next in line - watched with excitement.

   Rodney quickly pulled his pants down - he didn't bother to remove them
or his shirt, just let them fall down around his ankles letting his cock
spring free.  It was huge - far larger than anything Cassandra had ever had
inside her before.  She would normally have been horrified at taking that
inside her.

   Right now she just moaned, trying to move her cunt closer to Rodney's
enormous member.

   "Well now, I think she's a little excited to be our party favor!"

   Rodney grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down Cassandra's wet slit.
She squealed loudly and then sobbed as he teased her with the head sliding
in between her pussy lips.  The crowd laughed at her obvious desperation.

   "What do you folks think?  Should I give her what she wants?"

   Cassandra's begging moan was lost in a laughing cheer, egging Rodney on.

   And then she shrieked as his enormous cock plunged into her wet, aching
cunt.

   It felt almost as large inside her as Dane's cock had in her ass - her
tight pussy strained to accommodate the massive intruder.  And yet through
the pain, the pleasure was unbelievable, and she sobbed and screamed as
Rodney thrust in and out of her, grunting himself.

   "Hey, you mind if I try the other end?" a familiar voice asked.

   Cassandra looked up through her lust-filled haze, her head and tits
bouncing and jingling merrily as Rodney fucked her.  Dane stood above her
grinning.  She let out a moan of protest as Rodney paused, eliciting
another round of laughter at the pathetic sex toy on the bed.

   "Hell no, Stumpy!  You brought us this fine toy for our party, you
should get a first crack, I think."

   There was some chuckling and mutters around the room as Dane began to
unbuckle his pants to join in on the festivities.  They turned to
expressions of surprise as his hard cock sprang free.  Cassandra could see
the look of triumph on Dane's face as he smiled down at her.  Rodney
provided the perfect commentary to cement his victory.

   "Damn, Dane!  You ain't that stumpy after all!"

   "Why thank you Rodney," Dane said with a laugh, two years of mocking
removed in an instant, "of course, I can't exactly compare with *you*."

   This elicited a laugh from the room.

   "Here," Rodney said, "let me get her in a better position..."

   Cassandra squealed as Rodney's huge cock pulled all the way out of her
with a loud slurp, and a squirt of her juices sprayed out onto the bed,
eliciting more giggles.  She moaned as he flipped her over onto the edge of
the bed, one teddy-bear leg dangling off the side...and then shrieked again
as he thrust into her from behind.

   Dane stepped forward as Rodney began to pound into her again, Cassandra
grunting in pleasure with each thrust.  She recoiled in horror as Dane's
cock dangled in front of her open mouth...and then quickly let out a sob as
the now familiar ache spread from her cunt to her tongue and lips again. 
As revolting as she found it, she desperately wanted a cock - any cock, but
Dane's would do - in her mouth.  She plunged her gaping mouth towards his
throbbing cock, the only hole of hers that it hadn't yet been in today.

   Of course, Dane wasn't about to let her get of that easy.  With a
playful noise, he jerked his cock out of the way.  Cassandra sobbed loudly,
drool coming out of her pried-open mouth, as she bobbed back and forth with
no arms to help her, trying desperately to get his cock in her mouth while
the onlookers laughed heartily, and Rodney continued pounding into her
cunt.

   Finally, Dane grabbed her blond hair and guided her questing mouth onto
his hard cock.

   Cassandra moaned with pleasure as she began to bob her head up and down
on the first cock she'd ever sucked.  The gag kept her teeth away, but she
was able to close her lips over the soft flesh, and swirl her tongue around
it, making small happy noises as she felt it sliding in and out.  Between
the cock in her mouth and the one stretching her cunt, Cassandra was
overwhelmed with pleasure...

   And then, with a loud groan, Rodney came inside her.  Followed a few
seconds later by Dane.

   Cassandra's mind exploded with the bliss of what was essentially two
simultaneous orgasms.  She felt Rodney's cock throbbing against the walls
of her cunt, his warm cum filling her wonderfully.  And the taste of Dane's
cum...the salty, disgusting, delicious, revolting, wonderful liquid filling
her mouth...she tried desperately to swallow all of it while she squealed
in pleasure around his cock, but she was far to inexperienced and it began
to run out of her mouth and down her chin.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the two men stopped cumming, and so
did she, finally.  As both cocks withdrew from her, she wailed in
disappointment, her lust unabated, and lapped at the cum on her face.  The
aching void where Rodney's huge cock had been just ached to be filled, even
as his cum dribbled out of her gaping cunt onto the bed.

   So when some other unknown guy pressed his cock at the tip of her ass
after getting it wet in her stretched pussy, and yet another placed his
cock in front of her lips, she squealed in delight.

   The next several hours were a blur for poor Cassandra.  She quickly lost
count of how many cocks she'd sucked, how many had fucked her in her cunt
or her ass, how many pussies she'd licked - the girls seemed to enjoy her
as much as the guys.  And it seemed that there were some magical drugs
going around that kept the men hard and cumming all night - many of them
came back for a third or fourth go 'round with her, trying holes they'd
missed the first time, particularly her mouth which was in almost constant
use.  Cassandra didn't care - she was so lost in her demeaning lust that
the cocks that tasted of multiple pussies (including hers) or asses
(especially hers) just made her cum even harder when she'd cleaned them off
and hand them spraying into her mouth.

   In spite of the lust-filled haze, a few moments stood out.

   For one, Dane seemed to be enjoying a newfound popularity with the
girls, now that the curse of his nickname had been dispelled.  He was
incredibly good-looking after all.  And for each of the six or seven girls
he fucked over the course of the night, his chosen position was over
Cassandra's face, keeping his cock and the girl's pussy just out of reach
of her questing mouth while she groaned in desperation to lick them.  Then
he would let the copious amounts of cum his magic-hardened cock sprayed
into the girl's dribble out of their cunts onto Cassandra's face and into
her mouth, which she slurped up desperately, savoring the taste which
revolted her so.

   And then there were the transformed partygoers.  The category that
Cassandra now found herself in.

   There was the...guy?  who had countless tentacles that ended in cocks -
he spent nearly an hour with Cassandra, tentacles throbbing in each of her
holes, cumming one after the other, poor Cassandra shrieking in a
continuous orgasm.

   There was the girl whose tits had become huge drooping cow-udders, and
partygoers would cum up and squeeze the milk from her tits into their
glasses while Cassandra licked the loudly mooing girl.  Each time she came,
her milk sprayed all over Cassandra and the bed, eliciting a cheer from
their audience.

   Or the girl with cocks for nipples, that Cassandra sucked happily.  Or
the pretty twins fused at the hip, their shared large cock plunging into
Cassandra while they played with each others breasts.  Or the girl who had
a cock that thrust out of her asshole when she got aroused, stretching her
wide while she fucked Cassandra backwards.

   Cassandra was the perfect toy for them all.

   When the party finally would down, the video screen showed Cassandra in
all her glory, drenched in cum and other juices, with it dribbling from all
of her abused holes.  And still she writhed on the table, moaning for
someone - anyone!  - to come over to continue using her, sobbing with lust
even as her body ached from hours of continuous usage.

   When Nora, flushed and naked from her own multiple trysts of the night
after coming to the party late, wandered over and climbed onto Cassandra's
face to let the poor limbless creature clean the cum from her red-furred
pussy, Cassandra sobbed with abject gratitude for the relief.

   And when they'd both had one last cum, and Lora leaned down and
whispered "Quite a night, Cassie-Bitch" into her ear, Cassandra barely had
time for the crushing horror and disgust at what she'd just done - what
she'd *begged* for - to hit her before she passed out completely.

   Cassandra was awakened by a blast of cold water hitting her, and she
cried out in shock.

   She was once again back in the experiment room, and naked.  She lay in
the corner, in the stall of the emergency shower, where Lora was pulling
the lever to dump cold water on her to wash her off.  Cassandra's mind
suddenly filled with the images of the party, where she'd just been the
party favor.

   Oh god.  She'd had...in her...and her...over and over...

   Cassandra's stomach heaved, and she turned her head to vomit, sobbing as
she did so.  And then stared in horror at what came out of her - it seemed
to be entirely sticky cum, buckets of it, that was filling her bloated
stomach.  She heaved again, and again...and nothing but the cum she'd
swallowed came out.

   Finally, she stopped heaving up cum, and lay there sobbing.  She was
sore, and exhausted, and cold, and miserable...and broken.  She didn't know
if it was the lasting effect of the rings through her nipples, but some
part of her still wanted more.

   "Wow," Lora said, cruelly, "that was impressive.  How many cocks do you
think you sucked?  Forty?  Fifty?  I wonder how many came in your cunt and
ass, too?

   "Gee...this must make you a *much* bigger slut than my sister, huh?"

   Cassandra just cried, her wet, naked body shivering.

   "Dane," Nora said from over at the exam table, "bring her over here...I
*totally* want to try this..."

   Cassandra whimpered as Dane walked over and picked her small limbless
form up, carrying her over to the table.  She shivered as Lora toweled her
off quickly, unable to contain a whimper as the towel passed over her
seemingly too-sensitive nipples, sending an unwanted ripple of pleasure
through her exhausted body.  She lay there, dazed and barely conscious as
she listened to her captors.

   "So what've you got there, Nora?" Lora asked, dropping the towel. 
Cassandra vaguely noticed the three of them were also naked - they must
have just showered here as well.

   "Check this out," Nora said with a giggle.  She was standing by an open
metal cabinet, which she had obviously pried open.  It was filled with
different sized jars of evil-looking liquid, most marked with bright red
warning labels, and then smaller labels with handwritten text.

   "Oh my god, is that..."

   "D-cum, yeah," Nora said.

   "Holy shit!" Dane said, backing away, "That stuff is dangerous!  Why the
hell are you playing with that?  Nora - put it back!"

   "I know, I know...but you have to see what I found!  I thought I'd just
take a look last night, you know, to see if the alchemists had come up with
anything that might be...entertaining.  And I found just the stuff."

   She handed the jar she was holding to Lora, who read the label, and then
looked up at her sister with wide eyes.

   "Oh my god, this is *perfect*," she said, "We've *got* to give that to
her..."

   "What, to Cassandra?  You can't!  Who knows what it'll do to her! 
Remember that we promised her, and Samantha for that matter, that we'd
restore her to..."

   But Cassandra had stopped listening.  The sound of her name had,
impossibly, ratcheted up her arousal yet again.  Her poor little abused
body could hardly take any more, but it didn't matter....

   "Oh god, please fuck me," Cassandra moaned hoarsely, able to speak
without a gag for the first time since the rings had gone on her, "Oh god,
Dane, please come stick your cock in me!  My cunt needs it!  Or
Lora...please can I lick your pussy!  Anything!"

   She sobbed as she begged for any of them to cum and use her once more.

   Nora giggled.

   "Whoops.  Way to go, Dane."

   "Yeah," said Lora, "now she's all hot and bothered again."

   "Hmmm," said Nora, feigning thoughfulness, "I wonder if she *really*
wants to be fucked."

   "Oh god, please," sobbed Cassandra.

   "I don't know," said Nora, walking over to the table, "Cassandra, what
would you do to get one of us to fuck you?"

   "Ohhhh...anything...anything..."

   "Nora, you can't..." Dane said, seeing where she was going with this. 
But he seemed frozen in fascination at the depths to which the redhead was
willing to take Cassandra.

   "*Anything*?  So you'd swallow this D-cum, not knowing what it might do
to you?"

   A blast of horror ripped through Cassandra's mind, and she tried to stop
herself, but she could hear her voice rasping out.

   "Oh yes...yes, please...I don't care...as long as you fuck me...fuck
me...fuck me..."

   "Well, then, Cassandra, open your mouth wide and let me feed you and
we'll see what we can do about that..."

   Cassandra, crying as she fought herself to no avail, opened her mouth
wide, sticking her tongue out.  Nora giggled again, with an evil grin, and
unscrewed the top of the jar carefully, then tilted it over.  A long stream
of gooey white liquid - so much like what Cassandra had been swallowing
just a few hours ago - dripped from the jar and dribbled into Cassandra's
mouth.  She slurped and licked it up, swallowing as much as Nora tipped
into her - about half of the small jar.

   The flavor was unlike any human cum Cassandra had tasted (which had been
quite a lot, though all in the previous night).  It tasted of smoke and
fire and...

   Nora laughed, lowering the jar carefully, and then leaned down.

   "Now then, why don't we see what you *really* are, Cassie-Bitch..."

   With the sudden release from her prison of arousal, Cassandra's eyes
widened in horror at what she'd just done.

   "NOOOOOO!" she screamed, "PLEASE, I DON'T...Oh *god*!"

   She writhed on the table as her entire body erupted in strange tingles
and rushes of heat and cold.  Her pussy, the stumps where her arms and legs
had been, her mouth and throat...all of them throbbed and burned oddly. 
She whimpered and sobbed at the sensation of her body shifting and
changing, inside and out.

   Her three tormentors stood back from the table and watched with
fascination mixed with different emotions on each of their faces.  On
Lora's, amusement; on Dane's, horror; on Nora's, abject glee.

   Cassandra's back arched and she let out a shriek as she felt something
erupt from the places where her arms and legs once were, and an intense
cramp that started in her belly and seemed to push its way through her
pussy and clit.  She moaned, even as she felt her tongue and throat
constricting and shifting.

   "Wharrr...whurrrrt did yourrrr doo to-hurrr m-meearrrr?" she managed to
force out, barely comprehensible.  Her mouth and tongue didn't seem to want
to form the words.

   "My god, Nora," Dane croaked, unintentionally translating, "what did you
*do* to her?"

   Instead of responding, Nora clapped her hands like a little girl,
bouncing up and down with a squeal, her medium-sized breasts jiggling.

   "Oh look!  Look!" she giggled, pointing at Cassandra.

   Cassandra lifted her head as best she could, to see what Nora was
pointing at.  And her eyes widened in horror.

   From the smooth stumps of her former arms and legs, claws were poking
through her white skin...claws that rapidly extended till it was obvious
that they were not, in fact, just claws.  They were paws...dainty, pretty
dog paws with fur matching Cassandra's blond hair.  She watched them
rapidly growing outward...and inch, two...until the throbbing in her clit
(which was not entirely unpleasant) became so insistent that it drew her
attention away from the horror of her new limbs.  And what she saw there
was even worse.

   Her clit - between the blond hind legs sprouting from her hips - had
quadrupled in size.  It was well over an inch long, and continued to
grow...and the shape was strange.  It seemed to be a whitish-purple color
now, with a pointed tip.  It looked...it looked like...

   Cassandra let out a strangled moan, as the image of her once-beloved
labrador retriever sprang into her head, running around the house in heat
one spring.

   Her clit was rapidly growing into a dog's cock.

   Cassandra began to gasp, choking against her thick tongue and tight
throat.  She was hyperventilating, she thought.  Her mouth seemed too small
and constricted for her panicked breathing.  She let out something that was
between a sob and a cough...and began to pant loudly as her long tongue
unrolled from where it had been trapped.  Her eyes crossed to look at the
long pink tongue extruding from her mouth.

   The long, pink tongue of a dog.

   Cassandra let out a low, keening whine.  Her voice, but the sound a
frightened dog would make.

   But before she could respond in any other way, she convulsed with a
sudden cramp in her lower belly.  A loud yelp came out of her as she found
herself pushing involuntarily with a strange grunt, and lifted her head to
look between her legs again.  Her view was blocked a little by the
now-enormous dog cock where her clit had once been - probably nine or ten
inches long - but she could still see the slit of her pussy, nestled
between her almost fully formed lower legs, covered in their blond fur. 
Another cramp, and a whining grunt...

   And with a pop that elicited a yelp of pleasure and pain, her cunt
spread...and out popped a huge set of balls, wet and slick with her former
pussy-juice.

   Cassandra fell back, panting, in utter disbelief, tears running from her
eyes as she tried to pretend none of this was happening to her.  She
shuddered a few more times...and her transformation was complete.  She was
absolutely exhausted, emotionally and physically.  Some small part of her
thought now would be a good time to go mad.

   Nora clapped again and squealed once more with glee.

   "Oh look at you, Cassie-bitch!  You really *are* a bitch now!"

   Cassie lifted her head with a growl, tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Fuck you," Cassandra screamed, "How could you do this to me?!  You
promised you'd let me go!  You...oh my god...oh no..."

   Or rather, that was what she thought she was screaming.  Instead, what
came out was:

   "ARF!  ARF ARF ARF!  RRRRUFF!  Rrrrr....rrr....<whimper>...<whine>..."

   Cassandra was reduced to wracking sobs as she realized she could no
longer speak - all that came out were dog barks and whimpers, in something
vaguely like her own voice.  Nora's giggle's became guffaws as she listened
to Cassandra bark and whine.

   Cassandra rolled over and shakily pulled herself up into a sitting
position on her new fore- and hind-paws, her tits jingling merrily as she
did so.  She caught Dane's look of horrified revulsion, and Lora's simple
look of amazement...and then her eyes fell on the mirror next to the exam
table, and she let out a long, low, pathetic dog whine.

   Cassandra sat on her haunches, staring at herself.  Her pretty face was
unchanged, except for the long, lolling dog tongue that hung out as she
panted.  Her large breasts still dangled down in front of her, the rings
and bells dangling from them.  Her new limbs sported soft, blond fur, that
ended at her shoulders and hips, where the transition from dog to girl
existed.  And, of course, the enormous dog cock that thrust from between
her legs above her large, red dog testicles.  It throbbed in its hardness,
aching to be put to use.

   Cassandra let out another long, low whine of misery.

   "Oh my *god*!" a familiar voice shouted, "What have you *done*?!"

   All four of them turned to look at the doorway.  Samantha stood there,
staring in horror at what Nora had turned Cassandra into.  Cassandra's face
burned with shame and self-loathing, even as she had a rush of happiness at
seeing Samantha once more.

   Sam advanced into the room, her horror turning to fury as she stared at
Nora, who desperately tried to stifle her giggles.

   "How could you!  How can you laugh at her like this!  Don't you know
what you've done to her?"

   "What's that, little Sam?" Nora said, smirking.  It was quite obvious
that, in fact, Nora did know, and it had been quite intentional.  But Sam
was oblivious as she stepped in between the redhead and the blond dog girl.

   "I can't change her back now!" Sam screamed, "She's...she's going to be
stuck like this!"

   Cassandra let out another pitiful whimper as that began to sink in.

   Stuck.  Like this.

   Forever.

   "Really?  Awwww...isn't that just too bad?" Nora said, with a mock pout.
Samantha's eyes widened, as Dane and Lora watched the exchange with
fascination.  Somehow this seemed to have become between Sam and Nora, all
of a sudden.

   "You...you never intended to let me change her back, did you," Samantha
rasped, "You were just going to leave her as a limbless sex toy...and now
you've made her into an...an animal..."

   "Gee, Sam, just caught onto that now did you?  And I thought you were
supposed to be smart.  You thought I was going to let this Bitch go back to
her perfect life, after she destroyed mine?  Hah!  You probably thought the
Bitch was going to fall in love with you...your own little lesbian love
fest."

   "Well," Nora said, with a mad smile, "Now she really *is* a
bitch...well, sort of.  So sorry.  Too bad."

   Samantha stared at Nora for a moment...and then with a growl of fury,
the tiny girl reared back and slapped the taller redhead across the face.
The room rang with the sound.

   Nora turned back, the side of her face red with Sam's handprint.  Her
eyes were filled with rage to match Samantha's.

   "You...little...CUNT!" she screamed, "How dare you!  You want her to be
your lover?  Fine!  Why don't you join her like she is now!"

   Nora reared her arm back and hurled the jar with the remaining D-cum at
Samantha.

   Cassandra acted before she even realized what she was doing.  With a
loud bark, she leapt from the table, her new paws gaining sudden strength
in her rush to defend Sam.  She knocked the smaller girl back, though part
of her realized with horror that a small splatter of the D-cum splashed
across the girl's body, at which Sam let out a wail, knowing the danger of
even such a tiny exposure.  With a loud, furious round of barking, however,
Cassandra lunged at Nora, chasing her away from little Samantha, making
sure she couldn't do any more damage.

   Nora's fury turned to fear at the incongruously loud barking of the
girl-dog, and she backpedaled frantically before she had time to really
think about the fact that Cassandra really couldn't do much harm to her,
lacking a dog's mouth and jaws and teeth.  But by the time that realization
hit her, it was far, far too late.

   Nora crashed into the still open cabinet of experimental D-cum.  And
looked up with horror as the bottles on the top shelf tumbled forward. 
Streams from three separate beakers poured out over Nora, splattering her
naked body.  Her eyes widened and she screamed in horror as she realized
what was about to happen.

   "Look out!" Dane yelled, suddenly unfrozen, and he leapt forward to grab
Lora and pull her out of the way of another large beaker of the white goo
tumbling out of the cabinet.  They fell to the ground, a heap of naked
limbs as Dane cradled the naked and shocked Lora from the impact..

   Unfortunately his chivalry was his undoing, as the beaker fell and
instead of simply striking Lora, exploded on impact with the floor and
splattered both of them with its contents.

   Nora was still screaming and sobbing as she fell forward, trying
desperately to crawl away and scrape off the D-cum dripping from her pretty
body, though it was already sinking through her skin.  Then she shuddered
suddenly, and shrieked in terror as she felt the changes beginning to take
place.

   Dane and Lora, meanwhile, were reacting to their D-cum quite
differently. A few brief moans and sobs as they realized what was happening
escaped both of them...but then both of their eyes were suddenly burning
with insane lust, directed at each other.  They started out by kissing
passionately, their bodies grinding together as the sticky D-cum squelched
between them...and then panting and grunting, they rotated their writhing
forms.  They quickly arranged themselves in a 69 position, Lora plunging
her mouth down onto the hard cock of the groaning Dane, Dane diving his
tongue into the wet pussy of the moaning Lora.  They grappled with each
other's bodies, arms wrapped around legs as they slurped and sucked at each
other.

   Cassandra, meanwhile, turned and padded back around the exam table to
where Samantha lay on the ground, knocked over by Cassandra's attempt to
protect her.  As horrified as she was at what she'd changed into, some part
of Cassandra shouted with joy at the freedom of having limbs again, even if
they were powerful blond-furred dog's paws instead of human ones.  She
poked her panting head around the table to find Sam.

   Samantha lay on the ground, crying quietly and curled up in a ball
holding her stomach.  The bulk of the D-cum jar had splattered on the wall,
where the jar had hit and smashed.  But from the tears in Samantha's eyes
and her moans of horror and discomfort, it was obvious that at least some
of it had hit her as well.  Cassandra leaned down with a low whine and
licked Sam's face with her long tongue.

   Samantha coughed and uncurled slightly as Cassandra's long dog's tongue
lapped the tears from her cheek.  She blinked, and looked up at the pretty
blond girl, who nuzzled her and let out a small whimper of concern.  Sam
looked down at herself, a look of surprise on her face, noticing that
everything appeared to be as she expected.  She shook her head in
confusion.

   "I don't understand," she muttered, rolling to a sitting position and
holding her hands out in front of her, "I...I think I'm...OK?  My stomach
felt awful for a few seconds, but then it went away.  It was only a little
tiny bit of D-cum.  Maybe it wasn't enough to change me..."

   Her voice trailed off, and she looked up at the panting Cassandra,
standing over her on her powerful new dog's legs, her long tongue lolling
out.  Her large breasts dangled down, the bells on her nipples jingling
ever so slightly as she panted.  Samantha glanced down her body and could
see the large dog cock dangling between her legs, still slightly hard
though it had started to retreat a bit into its sheath.  Cassandra began to
blush furiously at Samantha's inspection of the creature she'd turned into.

   "Oh god," Samantha whispered, "I'm so, so sorry.  I didn't mean for this
to happen.  I just...I just wanted you to..."

   Samantha broke down into quiet sobs as she reached up and gently touched
Cassandra's hair.  Cassandra, to her own surprise, felt her stomach turn
over at seeing Sam so upset.  She leaned in, whimpering and nuzzling the
side of Samantha's neck.  The small girl put her arms around the dog-girl's
body, hugging her.  Cassandra felt a rush of...happiness?

   "Oh, Cassandra..."

   Cassandra's eyes widened.

   "C-Cassandra?  What...what's wrong?"

   Samantha leaned back and stared at the dog-girl.  Cassandra's body had
gone rigid, and she'd begun to make a low whining noise.  Her eyes were
bulging out in obvious distress.

   "I don't understand what's...what's wrong..."

   Samantha's words trailed off as her eyes lowered...and saw Cassandra's
dog cock.  Whereas before it had been slowly softening, now it had sprung
to full hardness and then some, throbbing visibly as it dangled between
Cassandra's thighs.

   Even stranger was Samantha's reaction to it.

   Samantha swallowed as she stared at the huge, purple member.  Flashes of
heat were rushing through the small girl as her mouth went dry.  Samantha
had never been interested in any kind of cock in her life - she'd realized
she liked girls from the very beginning - and yet Cassandra's cock...oh
god...her huge, doggy cock...and the musky smell that was rolling off of
the dog-girl, like sex itself...

   Somewhere in the back of her mind she couldn't believe what she was
doing, but she found herself whimpering wordlessly, rolling over onto her
stomach.  She reached back and desperately shoved her gray sweatpants and
white panties down, exposing her little ass and her *very* wet
pussy...offering herself up, like...like...

   Like a bitch to her mate.

   Samantha tried to say something, to speak, but she couldn't seem to form
words any longer.  Instead, all that came out were desperate dog-like
whimpers, in her very human voice.  But it was quite clear what she was
begging for, her little ass wiggling in front of Cassandra's face.

   It was certainly more than enough to tell Cassandra what to do.

   With a growl, she leapt up onto Samantha's back, humping wildly at her
exposed pussy.  She was mad with lust, and it seemed to be very different
than before - before she'd been just a toy, begging to be used.  Now she
was in *heat*, a dog mounting her whimpering bitch...

   Her enormous cock poked once, twice at Sam's dripping wet pussy, missing
the mark, and then on the third try, Cassandra rammed it home, barking in
pleasure.

   Samantha screamed in sudden pain as the dog-cock ripped past her hymen -
this was the first cock that had ever been inside the tiny girl.  Her tight
pussy was rapidly stretched wider than she though possible, and she
whimpered and squealed, clawing the floor with her fingernails.

   And she wouldn't have let Cassandra pull out of her if it had been three
times as large.

   Cassandra's barks increased in pitch as she pounded the small girl's
cunt with her huge cock, as Samantha grunted back, and much louder, more
visceral sound than her chirping orgasm earlier, though orgasm it was. 
Samantha seemed to be cumming continuously even through the pain, her pussy
throbbing and sucking at Cassandra's cock, waiting for it...

   Cassandra let out a howl as she came, and Sam joined her with a scream
of pleasure.

   Cassandra's cum blasted into Sam's pussy, and Sam felt her belly fill
with warmth.  She sobbed in bliss, both physical and more...she was
Cassandra's bitch, nothing more, just there for Cassandra to mount and fuck
and cum inside...

   Finally, Samantha came down from the cresting wave of pleasure, and
crashed.  She began to sob loudly from exhaustion and confusion at what
she'd just felt and done.  Her pussy ached from the incredible fullness of
the first cock inside her...

   ...and it was getting fuller...

   Samantha pulled herself forward, whimpering loudly.  Cassandra's cock
seemed to be expanding inside her!  Even worse, Cassandra clearly did not
want her to move, growling loudly.  But with a sob, Samantha pulled herself
forward, grunting and finally pulling herself off of the enormous thing
filling her up.  It came out of her cunt with a loud "pop", and was
followed by the sound of cum running out of Sam's cunt and splattering on
the floor.

   Sobbing, Sam rolled over weakly to stare at poor Cassandra.  Cassandra,
with what little rationality she possessed, had managed to back off, but
was whimpering desperately.  Sam's eyes fell to her cock and widened.

   She was still massively hard, but even worse, at the base of her new
cock was an enormous bulb...which Sam suddenly realized was a "knot", that
dog's cocks sported to keep them tied to their mate.

   Sam shivered involuntarily as the image of herself as Cassandra's mate
washed through her, making her start to ache slightly with lust again.  But
it was - just barely - controllable.  She lifted her head to look at
Cassandra.

   Whatever Cassandra was feeling *didn't* appear to be controllable.

   "Hurr....urrr," Samantha coughed and swallowed, and finally was able to
speak again - she tried not to think to closely about what that (or her
sudden craving for Cassandra's dog cock) might mean.

   "C-Cassandra...oh god...you're still horny, aren't you?  What did I do?
Why are you like this?"

   Cassandra, barely rational, let out a low whine and looked down.  She
shuddered back and forth, causing her nipple bells to jingle loudly, then
looked back up at Samantha.

   Samantha suddenly realized that Cassandra hadn't been wearing those
yesterday.

   "Oh god...is it...is it the nipple rings?  Dane mentioned...I didn't
understand what he meant.  Oh lord...how do I turn them off?"

   Cassandra whined, then barked loudly...then whined again, tears
streaming down her cheeks.  Her panting had a manic edge to it, and
Samantha realized the dog-girl was staring at Samantha's abused cunt,
dripping with cum for the first time in her life.  And Samantha again had
to force herself to pull her eyes from Cassandra's dangling, dripping cock.
Sam's mouth was starting to water.

   Cassandra began to pad closer to Sam, eyes wild with lust.

   "Oh god...Cassandra," Sam moaned as she crawled backwards,
"Youhurrr...you've g-got to s-stop...hurrr..."

   Sam's body was beginning to burn with lust again, and she was having
difficulty moving away from her...mate.  As she got more and more aroused,
her speech again seemed to slur and become more difficult.  She hit the
wall with a sob, and found herself spreading her thighs involuntarily.

   "Cuhurrr....Cass...Cassandra," she managed to moan out, "please, f-fight
it so I can get uhhrrrr...us out of this."

   Cassandra stopped.  She let out a long, low whine as she sat their
panting, staring at Samantha, leaning against the wall, her legs spread
wide in invitation.  All Sam could do was lay there gasping...if Cassandra
moved any closer Sam would probably be diving to lick that doggy cock.  Her
stomach flipped over in excitement and revulsion.

   Suddenly with a growl, Cassandra collapsed on her side.  Samantha
watched as the blond girl thrashed, then finally managed to curl her new
body up into a ball...and began to slurp and lick at her own cock. 
Cassandra's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she made little doggy noises of
happiness punctuated with still surprisingly human sobs of humiliation, as
her cock plunged into her own mouth, slimy with dog cum and pussy juice.

   Sam watched in horrified fascination as Cassandra came again, her mouth
filling with and then overflowing with her own cum.  The blond creature
gulped down as much as she could, and then continued to lick her still-hard
cock desperately, cum dripping from her mouth and chin.

   Samantha pulled herself away, fighting the urge to dive in and slurp up
all the wasted cum spilling from Cassandra's mouth.  As she got farther and
farther from the blond dog-girl, her own arousal sank back to manageable
levels again.  She shakily pulled herself to her feet, trying to ignore the
sticky cum dribbling out of her and cooling on her thighs.  She had to get
to the others, find out from Dane how to turn off the rings.  She stumbled
past the exam table...

   Her hand flew to her mouth and she let out an involuntary squawk of
horror.

   The transformations the other three had undergone were largely complete.
And far, far worse than what had happened to either Cassandra or herself.

   Dane and Lora had...merged.  Their desperate 69ing had turned into
something far more intense, and then gone beyond it.  It took Samantha a
moment to even figure out what she was seeing.

   The body appeared to be mostly Lora's.  Her slim torso and small breasts
were largely unaffected, as were her long legs.  Except for the fact that
she seemed to have two pairs of them now.  From Lora's shoulders sprouted a
matching set of legs and pretty feet, which were twitching where the joined
pair lay on their side.  Lora's eyes were wide with shock and confusion at
this change, as well as the other, stranger one, which involved what was
left of Dane.

   One portion of Dane that remained were his large cock and balls...which
had replaced the confused Lora's mouth.  His largish cock (looking even
larger attached to Lora's pretty face) jutted out from just beneath her
pert nose, and was incredibly hard with arousal.  Lora's eyes crossed as
she stared at it, making a muffled squeak, which appeared to be the only
sound she could muster.

   Of course, poor Dane was in a worse position.  His head and face were
where they'd been before - between Lora's legs...only now they were there
permanently.  Dane's mouth was now Lora's wet pussy, her clit just beneath
his nose, the soft red fur of her cunt hair still surrounding it.  Her legs
had spread slightly apart to accommodate his head, and it was pretty clear
she could no longer close them.  His chin sloped downward into her belly,
while his forehead and dark hair sloped upwards, replacing most of her
crotch and ass.  Dale blinked in shock and horror, just coming to
understand what had happened to him.

   Sam followed Lora's eyes as they widened in horror, and realized that
she had just looked up to see what her former twin had become, a few feet
away from her.  Truthfully, Sam wasn't sure if what had happened to them or
what had happened to Nora was worse.

   Poor Nora...could no longer be remotely called human.  Her arms and legs
were gone completely...not that it was even clear where they would have fit
on her perfectly round form.  She had turned into what looked like a
perfectly round ball of smooth white skin, rocking back and forth just
slightly on the smooth floor.  Very little remained to show that just a few
minutes ago, she had been the pretty redheaded cheerleader.

   On the "back" of her new body, her pussy remained, her pink hairless
lips jutting outward proudly as one of the few extrusions of her new form.
Her cunt was literally dripping wet - a constant stream of pussy juice
seemed to be dribbling down the curve of her ball-body beneath it.  A few
inches above it, the puckered little pink star of her anus formed a little
inviting mound, no longer nestled between her pretty asscheeks, but instead
quite exposed.

   Her face...was largely gone as well.  Where her mouth had been was what
appeared to be another little asshole, though it dripped liquid as well -
it was hard to tell if it was drool or lubricant...it looked more like the
latter.  Her blinking eyes were the other part of her that came out of her
ball-form - they were up on stalks like a snail, the pretty green eyes
swiveling with horror to look around, blinking as tears dripped from them.

   The one part of her that remained almost comically normal were her small
breasts - the small mounds jutted outwards from the ball a few inches below
her anus-mouth, her small nipples rock-hard with apparent arousal.  They
were unfortunately joined by a line of much larger nipples that ran down
the sides of her round form, curving outward until the last pair was
pressed against the floor on either side of her, holding her round body
mostly in place.  Each was about two inches long, dark and thick...and,
along with her own normal small pink nipples, they all were oozing what
looked like milk onto the floor beneath her.

   The creature was making a slurping, squeaking moan of absolute terror at
her new body, her eyestalks dipping and diving madly to take in the alien
thing she'd become.

   Samantha swallowed.  Whatever little thing had happened to her was a
blessing compared to what had become of her co-conspirators.

   Trying not to stare at the creature that used to be Nora, Samantha
sidled over to Lora/Dane, who had rolled up onto their new legs, kneeling
on all fours shakily.  Lora was shivering as she stared at her sister,
having swiveled so that her face-cock was just inches away from Nora, who's
eyestalks quivered as they stared back.

   Dane's eyes, meanwhile, followed Sam intently from between Lora's legs
and she suddenly realized that she was still naked other than her t-shirt.
She found herself blushing intensely, in spite of the absurdity given that
Dane was staring at her from above the pussy that had replaced his mouth.

   "Dane," Sam whispered, shaking her head in sympathy, "oh god
Dane...Lora...Nora...I'm so sorry..."

   Dane just looked up at her with wide, miserable eyes, unable to speak.
Samantha wondered for a moment if he could even hear her - his ears no
longer existed - but she realized from the way he was looking at her, that
he probably could.

   "Dane, you have to...you have to tell me how to stop Cassandra...she's
out of control and I...I can't control myself if I get near her."

   Dane's eyes flared with brief anger.  It was clear that his anger at
Cassandra remained unabated, and that he blamed her in part for his current
predicament.  But the anger quickly faded, to be replaced with a pleading
look.  His eyes crossed to point at the pussy beneath his nose, and it
slurped and smacked as he tried to say something.  He looked up at Samantha
desperately.

   "I...listen I promise to take care of all four of you, really I do...I
just need to know how to turn off the rings."

   Dane's eyes flicked to the side, then back at Sam, and then more
insistently off to the side again.  Sam turned to follow his eyes, and saw
his backpack sitting in the corner where Dane had thrown it the night
before when they'd brought in the drugged Cassandra.

   "Thank you, Dane," Samantha breathed.  She turned away, but a small
grunt and slurping noise made her turn back.  Dane's eyes were filled with
tears, and his/Lora's red-furred pussy was quivering as it continued to
drip.  Sam realized what he was pleading for, and nodded, swallowing.

   She dropped to her knees and leaned in, closing her eyes.  Her mouth
closed over Lora/Dane's wet pussy, and she felt the bizarre sensation of
Dane's nose against hers like a kiss, as she began to slurp at the wet
cunt. Lora tasted good, thought incongruously as her tongue swirled
expertly over the redhead's pussy.  She heard Dane's breath coming quickly
and both he and Lora grunting in pleasure as much as they could in their
new form, as Sam's tongue quickly brought them closer and closer to orgasm.

   A loud squeaking sound filled the room, and Sam's eyes shot open.  She
lifted her mouth from Dane's face/Lora's pussy - eliciting a slurping sqeak
of disappointment - to see what had happened.

   Lora, clearly madly aroused, had plunged her face-cock into the anus
where her sister's mouth had once been.  Her eyes were filled with tears at
what she was doing, but she couldn't seem to stop herself, and was
frantically grunting and plunging her large mouth-cock in and out of the
tight hole (which was, mercifully, clearly well-lubricated).  Nora was
squeaking loudly - in pleasure or horror it was hard to say, likely a
combination of both - as her soft round body compressed with every plunge.
Milk squirted out of all of her nipples in incredible amounts with each
thrust, creating a large puddle around her.

   Sam, shuddering with disbelief at what was going on, lowered her mouth
to Lora/Dane's pussy once more, closing her eyes again to keep from seeing
Dane looking back at her in desperation.  She slurped and licked and
sucked...and in short order, Lora/Dane's body shuddered and jerked in
orgasm as the two groaned and squeaked in pleasure.  From the high-pitched
squeaks filling the room, it sounded like Nora was cumming as well.

   Finally, Sam pulled her mouth from between Lora's legs and Dane's face,
and turned away, trying not to watch Lora pulling her softening face-cock
from Nora's abused face-anus.  Samantha scrambled to the backpack, glancing
over to check on poor Cassandra...who had clearly cum a number of times and
was drenched in her own cum as she continued to write around, madly licking
and sucking her own cock.

   Finally, after emptying the contents all over the floor, Samantha found
what she was looking for - the box that the nipple-rings had been in, and a
piece of paper with Dane's handwriting on it, showing the command words. 
Sam looked up and shouted "Cassie-Bitch" at the writhing dog-girl.

   Cassandra shuddered, and then suddenly came one last time as she pulled
her mouth away, spraying her face and chest with her own dog cum.  She
looked up at Sam, horrified, disgusted, exhausted...and then her eyes
rolled back as she passed out, slumping to the floor.

   Sam let out a sob of...relief?  Dismay?  She couldn't find a word to
describe the mix of emotions she was feeling.  She pulled her knees up to
her chin and cried for a moment.  Then she grabbed Dane's cell phone from
where she'd thrown it on the ground and dialed quickly, wiping away the
tears.

   "Hi.  I need help.  Come get me.  No, I know...I don't care right now,
nobody's here anyway.  OK."

   Samantha dropped the phone and leaned back against the wall, exhausted.

   A Few Months Later...

   Samantha walked into her house, letting the large wooden door slide shut
behind her.  She turned to walk into the huge foyer, with it's large,
multi-tiered fountain flanked by large staircases on either side.  She'd
been at school the last few days, finishing up classes and generally trying
to avoid anyone she knew, especially given her condition.  She was glad to
be home.

   "Cassie...baby, I'm home!"

   Samantha - Samantha *Belcham*, as her all four of the others had
discovered shortly after the incident to their surprise - sat down on the
large bench heavily, huffing in exhaustion.  She lifted her aching feet to
let one of her many servants rush over and pull off her shoes.  Normally
she didn't like being taken care of like this, but when another servant
began to rub her feet, Sam just leaned back and groaned in appreciation.

   Samantha had decided when she entered school to try to hide her famous
name and incredible wealth, and to try having a normal students life.  Ever
since her famous father had died, her servants - the only family she'd had
- had kept her in seclusion, protective of the sweet, lonely, geeky little
girl whom they all loved so much, just as they'd loved her father.

   She often wondered if her fascination with Cassandra had come about
simply because the girl had been, effectively, pretending to be her.  That
probably made Cassandra's spurning of her even more painful - she'd been
tempted at the time to call her on it, even if it meant giving up her
anonymity.  And it had made Samantha increasingly angry as Cassandra's old
personality had caused the student body to start grumbling about Belcham's
heir and saying nasty things about her (even if it wasn't her) and worse,
her father.

   All of that was in the past now, however.

   She looked up at a loud, happy barking and grinned.  Cassandra stood at
the top of the stairs, face shining with excitement as her long tongue
lolled out of her panting mouth.  Her light fur was freshly combed, and her
large breasts dangled invitingly beneath her as she stood there.

   "Hey, baby," Samantha said, lovingly.

   Sam reflected on the oddness of the past few months as Cassandra began
to bound down the long stairs towards her.

   The five of them had been picked up by her servants, who managed to
clean up the whole mess pretty effectively.  Unfortunately - if not
surprisingly - there was nothing to be done for any of the transformations
they'd all undergone, other than to find ways of keeping them happy and
comfortable in their new lives.  Samantha had set out to do just that, as
the only one who could.

   Lora/Dane pretty much required constant sex - at least six or seven
times a day in order to be comfortable.  It was pretty clear that both of
them - Dane in particular - were disgusted by that, but if they went to
long, they grew increasingly insane with lust.  Sam kept them available for
her servants' entertainment, but she'd also struck up a deal with a brothel
(ironically, the one that Nora and Lora had wanted to send Cassandra) to
keep them well supplied with visitors.  She made sure to give a special
discount to girls with cocks to satisfy Dane - he seemed to marginally
prefer them fucking his face-cunt to guys, though there was a steady stream
of both.  Lora wasn't so picky, she'd stick her face-cock into anything and
anyone that moved, even as she looked disgusted with herself for doing so,
though lately even that had faded.

   Nora had been a little trickier.  Her little milk-filled body required
regular pumping - during which she came loudly - or she just sat there
moaning and squirting milk from her nipples.  It had been one of Samantha's
servants who had accidentally discovered the use of Nora's milk when she
drank some in curiosity.  Samantha had found the girl on the floor playing
with herself madly, and squeezing her enormous, milk-filled tits...which a
few minutes previously had been only slightly larger than Sam's.  It turned
out that the effect was temporary, lasting a few hours, and only worked if
the milk was fairly fresh from Nora's nipples.

   Word had quickly gotten around, and now Nora was one of the favorite
party favors in the social scene these days - Sam loaned her out fairly
regularly for orgies.  At Cassandra's barking insistence, she had tried
some herself, and had spent the rest of the day in a haze of lust,
squeezing her temporarily huge tits.  Cassandra had mounted her several
times, as had a few of the servants - both male and female - after much
begging from Samantha.

   And then of course there was Cassandra.  And Sam herself.

   Sam watched as Cassandra skidded to a halt in the middle of the foyer, a
hungry gleam in her eye as she stared back at Samantha.  Sam could see
Cassie's cock dangling down, quite hard already.  Her stomach tightened and
she realized she was already starting to breath heavily.  She wanted to get
up to their room as quickly as she could.

   Cassandra, seeing Sam's exhausted state and in her own state of
excitement, had no intention of waiting.  She let out a loud, insistent
series of barks.

   "H-here," Sam said, weakly, "Cassie...we can't do it here in the middle
of the..."

   Cassandra let out a loud commanding bark.

   Before Sam realized what she was doing, she was off the bench and on the
floor, groveling in front of Cassie.  She burned with embarrassment - and
increasing arousal - as she felt warmth run down her leg as she began to
pee submissively.

   And this, of course, was Sam's transformation.

   Outwardly, she still looked mostly human - no one could tell that
anything had changed about her from day to day.  Well, they hadn't been
able to up until about a month ago, anyway.  But inside - and especially
around Cassandra - she was very much Cassie's bitch.  Her naturally
submissive nature made it worse, but essentially, she belonged to Cassie
now.

   As Sam stripped off her clothing, whining as her own capacity for speech
faded (as it did whenever she got aroused), it became obvious exactly how
much of Cassie's bitch she was.

   Her little body looked mostly normal still, one exception being her
enormously pregnant belly.  She was *hugely* pregnant, due to give birth
really any time now.  She could feel the puppies - five of them, the
doctors said, all healthy and robust, if mostly with paws just like their
"father".  Her small breasts had tripled in size in the last month (though
were still quite small), and dripped milk almost as constantly as Nora's,
as did the additional six thick nipples that dotted her chest and belly.

   And she ached, as always, for her mate.  If anything, being pregnant had
made her almost continuously horny.

   She whined in pleasure at the low growl of Cassie creeping up behind
her, and then yelped as the dog-girl mounted her and had her large cock
inside Sam's wet cunt - now quite comfortably able to accommodate it - in
one shot.  Sam screamed in pleasure as Cassie humped her pregnant little
body, cumming again and again.

   And she knew that later, the two of them would curl up together in their
bed, kissing lovingly and gently, Cassie's paws wrapped around Sam as the
lovers drifted off to sleep.
   Neither of them would ever be lonely again.