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 Author: wandrer
Title: Frenzied Fantasies, Season 1
Part: Episode 5
Universe: Fantasy Frenzy (and others)
Keywords: mf, ff
Summary: The first season of a new "reality" show, though reality will
be somewhat questionable since it is hosted by the Fantasy Frenzy clubs.
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   "Frenzied Fantasies" Season 1, Episode 5 - House of Dreams Part 1

   "Now," says the Proprietor, looking around the naked and contestants in
various states of humiliation, messiness, and self-doubt, "as I was saying
before that small digression - let us discuss today's show!"

   He surveys the group with a grin, which falters as he realizes most of
them are too distracted by last night's self-inflicted humiliations to
react strongly.  His grin fades to a slightly irritated frown.

   "Well then," he says, clearing his throat, "I feel I should also mention
that this time around, we're going to try something new - including raising
the stakes a bit."

   At that, several faces turn towards him with looks of horror - trying to
imagine how the stakes could get any higher than they already are.  He
smiles again.

   "I wondered if that might garner some attention.  For this next
challenge, you will be visiting one of our most popular locations - known
within the organization as the House of Dreams.  I wouldn't want to spoil
the surprise too much for you, however - in order for you to compete in
this event, you'll need to know at least a bit of what is going to happen.

   "Each of you has, buried deep within you, your deepest, darkest
fantasies.  Even beyond those few we've been treated to so far - these are
the things you would never tell another soul --and in some cases you don't
even admit to yourself.  You fear them, you dream about them --sometimes
you might see them in your mind's eye as you pleasure yourself --but
regardless of how suppressed they may be, how much you won't admit it to
yourself, how much you wish it wasn't the case --how much, indeed, you may
be completely unaware of them, hidden deep within your psyche as they may
be - regardless of all these points, they are the things that make you
smolder with forbidden excitement.  Some of them are simple --some of them
are deliciously complex and bizarre."

   He smiles darkly - all eyes are now on him, with varying degrees of
worry reflected in them.

   "However - while simply exposing these deepest, most forbidden desires
would be interesting in and of itself --it wouldn't really be a challenge
in any meaningful way.  So instead, you are going to get to enjoy and guess
at the desires of all the other contestants.

   "Each of you will find yourself exposed to the desires of one of the
others for a time, after which those of you who remain in the competition
will come together, and guess whose fantasy you have been granted.  Guess
correctly, and the fantasy returns to its proper owner.  Guess incorrectly,
and it is yours to keep."

   There are several murmurs that threaten to turn into questions, but he
holds up his hand with a glare, silencing the group.

   "As I mentioned - the stakes are a bit higher this time around.  Anyone
who guesses correctly whose fantasy they have in this next challenge is at
least guaranteed that, when we are finished, they will be able to leave
Frenzied Fantasies at the conclusion of our show, even if they don't win
the competition."

   There are some gasps and noises of shock at this, as well as a dismayed
moan from Diana, realizing the implication for those who have been
eliminated already.  The Proprietor pauses for a moment, and then smiles
his thin, menacing smile.

   "However, anyone who is eliminated during today's event will leave the
competition as they are at the end of the day - and will become the
property of those who move on to the final round do with as they please. 
Now --"

   "What?!" chokes out Jane, eyes flashing with fear and anger as something
inside her snaps.  The Proprietor scowls darkly as she cuts him off, but
the redhead doesn't seem to notice the dangerous expression, and continues
angrily.

   "You can't do that," she says in furious sob.  Dani, wiping her eyes
with the back of her hand, looks over at the Proprietor, taking in his
glare.

   "Jane!" she whimpers, "Stop!  Just be quiet!"

   "No!" growls Jane at her former husband, then looks back at the
Proprietor with wild eyes, "You can't treat us like we're sheep!  Or --or
--"

   Jane coughs, blinking, as the Proprietor smiles darkly.

   "I'm sorry dear, what were you saying?"

   "Y-y-you c-c," stammers Jane, brows furrowing in distress as she clearly
increasingly struggles to speak, "Wh-wha?  I-c-caahh-aaaa-b-b-baaaaahhh! 
Baaaaa-aa-aaa-aaa!  Baaaa-aaa-aaa!"

   Jane's eyes go wide with horror, as suddenly she bleats loudly, sounding
--well, like a sheep.  In a panic, she begins to cry and tries to yell
something --but all that comes from her mouth are increasingly pathetic
bleats.

   The Proprietor walks over to the terrified redhead.  Jane starts to back
away and then stumbles, falling into a sitting position with a loud
"ba-aaaa!" of shock, her large soft breasts bouncing around and slapping
against her chest as she falls.  She looks up at him with wide, tear-filled
eyes, baaaing in a pleading tone as she sits, legs splayed wide in a
humiliating pose.  The rest of the contestants stare at her, open-mouthed
in horror, dismay, and - in a couple of instances - what might be blushing
fascination.

   "I grow tired of being interrupted by your bleating.  Like sheep, you
said?  Yes.  *Exactly* like sheep.  And getting more so every moment."

   Jane bleats again - and then stops suddenly.  She looks down at her feet
--and then frantically lifts her hands to her face.  Or what used to be her
hands and feet, but are now dainty sheep's hooves, with dark reddish fur
beginning to spread up her ankles and wrists.

   Tears streaming down her cheeks, Jane looks up and bleats loudly, the
sheep equivalent of a scream of terror, pathetically adorable in her new
form.

   "Hmmm," the Proprietor says with an evil smirk, "I can see it may take
more than that to shut you up.  I'll tell you what, my dear - if you fill
your mouth with your lovely new cock, you can halt your transformation. 
The cure for your affliction is a belly full of your own cum."

   Jane makes a strangled bleat --and looks down at her once again hard
cock, still glistening and messy from its recent adventures in her friend
Diana's pussy and ass.  She looks up with a sickened expression and
baa-aa's pathetically, clearly begging for mercy.  The Proprietor simply
raises an eyebrow.

   "I'm sorry, I don't understand sheep.  I'd hurry though - you don't have
long before you really *are* just a cute little sheep."

   Jane looks down and realizes that her wrists and ankles are increasingly
transforming into red-furred sheep's legs.  With a long, miserable bleat,
she leans forward.  Her large breasts slide along her thighs as she folds
herself down, down, choking back a sob --and then lifts her eyes in an
angry glare at a giggle from Ginny.  The blonde tries to stifle her
laughter innocently down at the redhead, now exhibiting the impossible
flexibility the little blonde woman was given.  But when Jane lets out an
angry bleat - and then turns bright red in humiliation - the blonde can't
help herself and doubles over with laughter.

   "Ginny --stop it," Dani hisses angrily, "Leave her alone."

   Ginny straightens with a look of surprise as she turns towards the tiny
redheaded woman.

   "You - you can't seriously be *defending* her?  After how she treated
you?"

   Dani tries to scowl, but on her cute face it mostly comes across as a
pout.  Ginny shakes her head in disbelief, and then looks back at Jane -
and laughs again, her hand going to her mouth.  Jane is staring at her cock
from a few inches away, nose wrinkled in disgust at the scent of Diana on
her sloppy cock and glances up again at another of Ginny's laughs with a
miserable expression.

   "Oh, Jane honey," Ginny giggles, "You'd better *hurry* --"

   Jane looks up at her in confusion, and then over at her former husband
as the small woman makes a choked noise looking down at her.  Jane makes a
pathetic pleading baaa, trying to understand what everyone is looking at,
as one of her ears twitches --then her eyes widen in horror at the
sensation.

   Jane's straight red hair has rapidly rolled up into little sheeplike red
curls, from which cute sheep ears protrude, twitching periodically.  Her
face has begun to change as well, widening slightly and her nose
flattening, giving her a cute, sheeplike look - especially with her just
slightly too-big eyes, blinking in dismay at the strange feeling from her
body.

   "Baa-aaa-aaa!" Jane moans, as the various contestants gasp at her
increasing transformation.  She swallows --and the leans forward again with
a whimper.  Humiliated tears run down her cheeks as her cute, sheep-like
nose twitches at the smell of Diana's sex on her cock.  Trembling, she
opens her mouth wide and then slides her lips onto her own rigid cock.

   Jane makes a mixed, muffled bleat around her cock - a gagging noise at
the taste --but a clear sound of pleasure from the feeling.  She closes her
eyes, and as her head begins to slowly bob up and down on her cock, her
small muffled grunts and baas begin to shift quite clearly into the
pleasure category.

   For a few moments, the room is silent but for Jane's moans and slurping
at herself.

   Then the Proprietor clears his throat again.

   "Now then - as I was saying: Given your seeming inability to keep your
hands - and other appendages - to yourselves last night, you are all hardly
fit for entertaining.  But fortunately, you will find yourselves much
refreshed upon your arrival in the House of Dreams, I expect.

   "For this challenge, you will find yourselves paired up with those you
came with," he makes a small cough at his double entendre, "*arrived* with,
I should say more appropriately.  Ah - that means, Diana, that you and
Ginny will be a pair for this challenge," he says, visibly crushing Diana's
sudden hopeful attentiveness, and drawing a disappointed and annoyed look
from Ginny at the dark-skinned woman.

   "Now, if there are no further - "

   Before he can complete his sentence, Jane suddenly begins to squeal and
bleat loudly around her cock, which she has managed to take all the way
into her throat, her nose almost against the damp lips of her pussy beneath
it.  She is clearly cumming, gulping down her own hot cum as fast as it
spurts into her waiting mouth.  Suddenly she makes a choking sound and
pulls her head back - only to be blasted across her face and hair by one
final large splatter of her own cum, eliciting a loud bleat of surprise.

   "- ahem --questions?  No?  Jane - anything further to say?"

   Jane, cum dripping down her face, unfolds herself slowly, looking
utterly horrified and humiliated.  She rolls over and pulls herself up onto
all fours --and then suddenly looks up at the Proprietor in dismay.

   "Baaaa!  Baa-aaa-aaaa!  Baaaaa!!"

   Jane bleats loudly - for she is still very much a sheep.  Her arms and
legs are entirely the hooved legs of an oddly-colored sheep, and her face
and hair retain their strange partial transformation.  Her torso is still
mostly hers - her large tits hang down with her nipples almost touching the
floor between her stubby front legs, and her semi-hard cock (still
dribbling slightly) dangles beneath her very human ass and pussy, which
curve and flow into her short hind legs.

   "Baaaaaaaaaaaa!  Baaaaaaaaaa!" Jane bleats up at him in a begging tone,
eyes wide as tears stream down her cheeks.

   The Proprietor responds to her panicked bleats with a smirk, then kneels
down in front of her.

   "No Jane dear - are you going to be good from now on, or shall I sell
you to one of our New Zealand members who owns a sheep farm?

   Jane makes a strangled noise of horror, followed by a pathetically
submissive bleat.

   And then suddenly, she is herself again (plus her husband's addition, of
course).  The Proprietor stands up while the redhead remains where she is,
kneeling naked on all fours and sobbing incoherently while her tits sway
and jiggle beneath her.

   "Excellent.  And now, I believe that we are ready.  If someone could
help Jane up?"

   Dani steps forward, reaching for her wife's arm on the floor.  Jane
looks up through red eyes, filled with surprise at Dani's sympathetic look,
and shakily pulls herself up as the tiny woman that used to be her husband
pulls weakly on her arm.  Finally, Jane is standing - and Dani looks up at
her wife, who is now as much taller than her as Dan used to be to Jane.

   Suddenly, with a sob, Jane pulls Dani into a tight embrace, and both of
them begin to cry softly.  Dani trembles as Jane kisses the top of her
head, sobbing into the tiny woman's red hair while Dani is cuddled between
Jane's large breasts, crying softly.

   "I'm sorry --I'm sorry," sobs Jane, "I love you, no matter what --I'm so
sorry --"

   The camera lingers on the touching scene for a moment.  And then it
takes the time to twist it ever so slightly, as ever seems the case on
Frenzied Fantasies.  First, by panning over Ginny, who is staring with
jealous fury plastered on her face at Jane.  Then at Jane, whose nose
wrinkles and she pulls her head up with a jerk, realizing suddenly that
Dani's hair isn't soaked with water.  She looks over at Ginny with a
horrified expression, and the blonde's glare transforms into a cruel grin.

   And then, the camera gently pans down - gently spinning around the very
different bodies of the two naked, embracing redheads.  As it passes Jane's
waist, it takes a moment to show her cock, stiffening unbidden against
Dani's soft belly while Jane begins to flush in embarrassment.  And then
around Dani's pert little ass, and down to show her pale thighs --which are
positively dripping with wetness from her arousal - both currently from
being cuddled against her wife's voluptuous body at this new height, and
also clearly from previously watching Jane's transformation and
humiliation.

   "And with that touching moment," the Proprietor says with a sardonic
grin, "Let us proceed to round one, at the House of Dreams."



   The scene fades out for a moment, then back in on the Proprietor sitting
in a large easy chair, staring at the camera.

   "As a member in good standing of the Fantasy Frenzy clubs - well, except
for *you* of course --there now, don't struggle with them --I'm certain
you're going to enjoy your new life in our Shanghai club, as will your
lovely wife and daughter --you will all be very popular as triplets --oh
don't beg - the range of potential punishments for providing evidence of
our existence to the wrong people was *quite* clearly stated in your
membership agreement.  Should you persist we could quite easily place you
all in *your* favorite club --there you are, much quieter.  There's a good
fellow.  For a little while longer, anyway."

   The Proprietor pauses to take a sip from a glass of what appears to be
water, and clears his throat.

   "My apologies.  As I was saying - the rest of you will, of course,
recognize the House of Dreams --one of our most popular destination spots
for our members.  As you know, visiting the House can be quite a different
experience, depending on whether you visit it as a dreamer, or as a
participant."

   "Our contestants tonight are, of course, all visiting as dreamers
essentially, though the House has agreed to adjust its usual approach to
fit our little competition.  The others you see in this challenge, however
they may appear thanks to the effects of the house, are mostly randomly
selected members who were offered the opportunity to be part of this very
first episode of the show - with the exception of a few of the sponsors of
the contestants.  Though of course, the contestants won't know either of
those things.

   "Should you wish to be a participant in future episodes, please feel
free to contact your designated agent for a spot.

   "Now then - let's proceed with round one --"



   Zara and Kay both stumble and catch themselves against the wall, as the
scene suddenly shifts to a completely new location.  As the two women pull
themselves upright, looking around in dizzy confusion, the camera pans
around them.  They are standing at one end of a long, wood-paneled hallway.
Behind them is a mirrored wall, displaying them as they pull themselves
shakily back upright.

   Zara turns to look at her mother with a mixture of disgust, betrayal,
and humiliation, tears welling in her big brown eyes.

   "How --how could you?" she says in a whispered sob, "How could you make
me do that?"

   A look of miserable guilt flashes across Kay's face.  But then she pulls
herself up, fighting her expression into a sterner look, despite the
slightly haunted look in her eyes.

   "What makes you think I made you do anything?"

   "Wh-what?"

   Kay straightens to her full height, and scowls at her daughter, becoming
more confident in the lie.

   "You started licking me while I was sleeping --what was I supposed to
do? I didn't know if you needed to do that, or what was wrong with you!"

   Zara stares at her angry mother open-mouthed, uncertainty creeping over
her face with a humiliated flush.

   "But I --I --I wouldn't --I mean I - I couldn't stop --"

   "I *know*," Kay says, a smile flickering briefly over her lips before
disappearing again, as she reaches out and pokes her daughter in the middle
of the fabric stretched over her huge tits, "And I let you lick me, even as
disgusting as that is, just in case you --"

   Kay trails off, and stares at her finger in surprise - then looks up at
her daughter, eyes widening as Zara suddenly looks --different.

   "Wait - how did you get --oh my god --what just happened?"

   Zara - blushing deep crimson at the picture of herself her mother has
painted - looks down, and then both turn to look at the mirror, eyes
widening in shock.

   Zara is indeed dressed - in fact, she appears as though she has been
thoroughly cleaned, dressed, and made up sometime between the previous room
and where they are now.  The outfit she is wearing is --suggestive, at
best. She wears spiky black and red heels, from which emerge her pale
slender ankles, encased in sheer stockings - alternating vertical black
lines with see-through fabric.  The stockings go up to mid-thigh, just shy
of the bottom of the very short lacy red and black skirt she is wearing. 
Her belly is bare, her enormous breasts held up by an open black shirt tied
in a knot - clearly the only thing holding the "shirt" together.  One sharp
tug and they will bounce free.  The camera moves upward as her hand goes to
her neck, there is a black collar around her neck, with silver studs lining
it.

   Zara's hair is up in two black pigtails, leaving her pale face visible.
The layered black makeup - eyeshadow, black lipstick, painted eyelashes -
makes her look even paler than she usually does, her large eyes blinking as
she stares at herself.  Her fingernails and toenails are painted black as
well, completing the look.  Well - almost complete.

   Zara turns as her eye catches something - and then she makes a squeak of
surprise.  Across her pale upper back is a large tattoo - two sharp black
bird's wings, spreading from spine to her shoulder blades --

   Kay, meanwhile, is still completely nude.  Though she is cleaned up and
made up as well - with her normal thick makeup - bright red lipstick and
thick eyeshadow.  She scowls at her naked body and her daughter's newly
goth-clad one.

   "Well, *that's* hardly fair.  I wonder what that means?"

   She turns away from the mirror - and lets out a gasp of surprise.  The
door - which previously had been down a long hallway from them - is
suddenly right in front of them.  Kay turns back and forth with a shocked
expression, looking from the mirror a few feet away to the door a few feet
in the other direction.  What was previously a long hallway is now a small
room.

   "Mommy," says Zara in a quavering voice, pulling her eyes away from her
reflection to stare at the encroaching door, "What's happening?"

   "I guess --I guess we're supposed to go through?" Kay says in a faint,
unsure tone.  She reaches out her hand, and pulls the door open.

   The two women stare at the scene in front of them, which appears to be a
cocktail party.  Numerous people are standing around, chatting, in
moderately fancy clothes - little black dresses for the women, stylish
suits or shirts for the men.  It is a remarkably normal party, with many
people chatting while sipping wine or snacking.

   No one seems to have noticed the pair standing in the doorway, and Kay
blushes furiously and starts to step to the side as she realizes she is
standing completely nude at the entrance to this party - the only person
seemingly in that state.  But as she steps away, she pauses and turns
towards Zara with an odd expression on her face - to find the expression
echoed back at her by her daughter.

   "I feel --" begins Zara and then blinks for a moment.

   " --funny," Kay finishes, in exactly the same tone.

   Kay stumbles and falls agains the wall --and then looks up.  When her
eyes alight on the Zara, both women's eyes go wide, and Kay lets out a
wail.

   "Oh my god!" she cries, in a surprising whine coming from the tanned
woman.

   "You're --you're me!" stammers Zara, then looks down at herself, eyes
widening at the cavernous cleavage beneath her chin, "And - I'm --you!"

   Kay - or Zara in her mother's MILF body, as it turns out - stumbles
backwards, holding out trembling hands and staring at them, moaning in
horror.  She doesn't seem to realize that she's stepped into the party room
- and most eyes have turned to look at the naked woman with expressions
ranging from surprise, to amusement, to delight.

   "Oh my god," sobs Zara again, turning her hands over, "I'm old!"

   Zara's face takes on a scowling expression that is clearly Kay's.

   "Hey," she says, "I'm not *that* old!  And you can only *hope* you look
as good as I do at my age."

   Kay steps into the room after her sobbing daughter, who has backed
against a wall, looking down at her mother's naked body beneath her.  Her
hands cup her mother's large fake breasts without touching them, then
wander down to the tattoo around her bellybutton, tracing long fingernails
over it with a small gasp.

   Kay, meanwhile, has slid small hands under Zara's gigantic new breasts,
heaving the massive things upward with a small moan.

   "God --these are *huge*," she breathes.  Then looks up - and suddenly
realizes that a semicircle of men and women has formed, watching the two of
them.  Most of them are grinning hungrily as they stare at the pair.

   Kay blinks with a suddenly surprised look behind Zara's pretty eyes, and
then a slow smile creeps over her face - a smoldering expression Zara could
never achieve if she tried.  She looks over at her daughter, moaning and
paralyzed with horror at the feeling of being in her mother's body.

   "Honey --are you *always* this horny?" Kay says in Zara's voice, thick
with excitement.

   Zara looks up with her tear-streaked face to stare at herself with an
expression of horror.

   "Wh-what?" she stammers out.

   Kay slowly licks her lips, glancing at the group surrounding her.

   "Oh, baby," she breathes, "I think I'm going to have to take your body
for a test drive --"

   Zara makes a strangled noise and watches in horror as her mother turns
around to the group, thrusting Zara's enormous jiggly breasts out as she
stretches, and says in a thick, low come-hither voice:

   "I think I'm your party favor.  Does someone want to come unwrap me?"



   Abby stumbles and then rights herself, looking around the sudden new
location with wide, surprised eyes.  But before she can take in her new
surroundings (almost identical to where Zara and Kay first arrived, though
Abby doesn't know that), her eyes fall on Kaitlyn standing next to her,
looking just as surprised.  Their eyes meet, and Abby's face starts to turn
into a furious snarl.

   "Oh come on," Kaitlyn says in a withering tone, and holds up her hand,
still coated from its time inside Abby's pussy, "You came what - ten,
fifteen times?  Be pissed at me all you want, but don't pretend you weren't
going fucking crazy with my hand inside you."

   Abby's anger cracks, flickering into a slightly disgusted expression -
and then she tries to force it back up.

   "You - you made me *lick* you!"

   Kaitlyn giggles nastily.

   "I didn't exactly have to work very hard.  And I was *shocked* when you
started licking my asshole like that," she shivers a little, and takes on a
slightly wistful expression, "I always thought that was kind of sick - but
I have to admit it felt really good."

   Abby turns scarlet, and unconsciously licks her lips - then turns even
redder as she tastes everything that had been in her mouth recently. 
Kaitlyn catches her doing it and grins, then steps forward, looming over
the tiny woman.

   "You know," Kaitlyn says in a low, conspiratorial whisper, "that I've
never let *anyone* touch me there before?  I've always thought it was
disgusting.  Don't you feel like a dirty little skank, knowing you've
corrupted an innocent girl like me that way?"

   Abby's humiliated flush wars with shock and fury on her face, and she
opens her mouth to throw a sharp retort --

    --and then blinks in shock at a sudden shift in their positions.

   "What the --?" Kaitlyn squawks in surprise.

   They are both dressed, and Kaitlyn is suddenly looming a couple inches
taller over Abby than she already does, thanks to the high heels she is
wearing.  Their argument forgotten - for the moment - the roommates take a
step back, looking down at themselves in surprise, and then over at the
mirror behind them to take in their suddenly changed appearances.

   Abby is dressed --relatively normally, actually.  Her hair is up in a
high pony tail, perhaps a little less conservative a look than she would
usually choose, but nothing particularly dramatic.  She is wearing a little
plain pink tank top which is just a bit too short - leaving her
belly-button exposed - but nothing like what any of them were wearing for
the last challenge.  Similarly, her bottom is practically conservative by
comparison to the earlier outfits - light grey shorts that are perhaps a
little tight, but not overly risque.  She is wearing little strappy pink
sandals on her small feet, and the pink toenail polish matches that on her
fingernails.

   She looks --cute.

   The look is completed with relatively restrained makeup with pink lip
gloss, and some little heart-shaped earrings and a heart pendant.  Though
it is possibly spoiled ever so slightly by the fact that she is quite
obviously not wearing a bra (her small nipples quite visible under the tank
top), and from her uncomfortable smoothing and pulling down on her skirt,
probably not wearing panties either.

   Kaitlyn takes in Abby's self-conscious motions and raises a mocking
eyebrow.

   "Really?" she says in a dry tone, "After everything that's happened in
the last couple of days, *now* you're going to play self-conscious nerdy
girl?"

   Abby blushes again, and then looks at Kaitlyn's outfit.

   Kaitlyn is definitely dressed somewhat more --suggestively than Abby. 
The taller blonde is wearing high black stiletto heels, over fishnet garter
stockings which show off her long legs impressively.  Her black leather
microskirt is just a bit too short to cover the tops of the garters, giving
her a quite slutty look.  The top - isn't much of one.  Just a bright red
bikini top holding her boobs up perkily.  Her hair is fluffed and straight
over her shoulders, framing her heavily made-up face, with thick eyeshadow
and bright red lipstick, matching her finger- and toenails nicely.

   "Well, at least you're dressed normally," Abby says snidely, "I think
you own that outfit at home."

   Kaitlyn sticks her tongue out at her smaller roommate, begins to turn to
check herself out from the back - and then jumps with a squawk.

   In front of them is, suddenly, a single, beat-up door - it looks like
the back door to a shop of some kind - where the walls on the side of what
used to be a hallway are paneled wood, the door sits in the middle of a
grimy-looking brick wall.  The two of them stare at it in silence for a
moment.

   "I guess --we go in?" asks Kaitlyn, uncertainly, and steps forward with
a hand out to open the doorknob.

   "Wait," Abby says, grabbing a hand on Kaitlyn's bare arm, "We should
talk about how we're going to win this one for a minute --"

   Kaitlyn grimaces and rolls her eyes.

   "Because that worked out so well for me last time.  Even with your
tender ministrations, I'm still sore from," she pauses, and her brow
furrows, "Huh --actually I'm not any more.  Weird."

   "Listen - we need to at least make sure that we stay in the game, right?
He said we get to go home if we make it to the next round - who cares if we
win, at least we're not stuck here!"

   Kaitlyn looks at the bright eyes of her little roommate skeptically.

   "Remember what he said," Abby murmurs, "the alternative is we belong to
the winner of the competition.  Do you really want to risk being owned by
Rhys?  I don't think she likes you very much."

   Kaitlyn shudders, thinking of what the heavy girl might do if she
"owned" Kaitlyn, and then looks at Abby more attentively.

   "OK --well --what do you think we should do?"

   Abby frowns for a moment, looking down at the ground and thinking.  Then
she looks up to meet the taller blonde's eyes.

   "He said we're going to be playing out each other's fantasies, right? 
And we have to guess them?  I think that means we need to do our best to
play out as much of it as we can," Abby's voice quavers for a moment as she
seems to consider what that might mean, then she takes a deep breath and
continues on, "so - so that we can maybe figure out who they belong too."

   They stare at each other for a moment, then Kaitlyn swallows, and nods
slowly.

   "Um --he said 'deepest, darkest fantasies', right?"

   Abby blanches visibly, and then makes a sharp nod.  Kaitlyn looks down
at their outfits again, and scowls.

   "Why do I have a feeling that I god the short end of this stick," she
mutters.

   Biting her lip, Abby looks up at Kaitlyn, and then steps up to the door.
With a small, shaking hand, she knocks.

   After a few moments, she reaches up to knock again --

   The door opens suddenly, and a large, heavyset man is standing in the
doorway, scowling down at the two of them.  He is dressed in black leather,
with a shaved head and a thick, unruly beard of brown and grey.  He glowers
at them for a moment, then steps to the side.

   "Well, come on in, then," he rumbles.

   Tentatively, the two women step over the threshold and into the room
beyond.  And then look around quizzically before glancing at each other
with puzzled expressions.  Abby looks back at the grizzled man with a small
frown.

   "Is this --a tattoo parlor?"

   The man chuckles, and nods as he walks over to the stool he'd been
sitting on, and proceeds to continue cleaning his equipment.

   "Yup - if yer lookin' fer the bar, it's around front over there," he
gestures vaguely at an open doorway at the other end of the room, from
which murmurs of voices and clinking glassware is audible, "Back here's for
tats and piercings - we do all kinds."

   Kaitlyn lets out a short laugh, which covers up Abby's small, soft gasp
as her little nostrils flare and she swallows hard.

   "Oh my *god* could I use a beer," Kaitlyn sighs, "The bar sounds like a
great place to start.  Right Abby?"

   At Abby's lack of response, Kaitlyn pauses, already halfway to the bar
entrance, and turns around to find Abby staring at the samples on the wall.

   "Abby?"

   The little woman gives a start and then looks over at her roommate.

   "Oh, uh - you go ahead.  I'll be there in a minute.  I'm just --curious
about, um - well, I've never been in a tattoo parlor."

   Kaitlyn stares at her for a moment with an expression quite loudly
reading what-are-you-crazy?  and then shrugs.

   "Ooooo-kay then.  Well, enjoy your window shopping.  Don't get any
tattoos you might regret later, you crazy kid you.  *I'll* be having a beer
until we figure out what the heck we're supposed to be doing here."

   The blonde spins on her heels and continues on her path.

   Abby, meanwhile, walks slowly over to a wall filled with rows of
glittering body jewelry, while the large man watches her placidly.  She
stares at the array of pieces - some shockingly large - with wide eyes for
a long minute, and then reaches out a small trembling hand to touch one of
the glittering, curved nipple rings.

   "See anything you like?"

   Abby jumps, emitting a loud squeak and looks up to find the man looming
over her shoulder.  He grins, holding up a hand in apology for scaring her.

   "I, um --I don't know," says Abby in a small, shaking voice, "I'd never
really --I mean, I've never thought of --"

   She trails off, and the man - looking almost embarrassed - reaches up
and points a thick hand at the row of barbell studs in numerous colors from
simple silver to electric blues and pinks.

   "So, if yer thinking about tryin' 'em out, I might go with one of these
to start with.  Little girl like you, those big rings are gonna be kinda,
well, noticeable."

   Abby shivers, with another small gasp.

   "And if I wanted one of the --noticeable ones?" she manages to squeak
out.

   The man looks at her with something like surprise, and then shrugs
expansively.

   "Well - the rings are obviously bigger, and you can get 'em with as big
a ball on 'em as you want - all sorts of colors, too," he pauses for a
moment, and then gives low chuckle as he reaches for a particularly thick
ring with a large ball on the bottom with a smirk, "and if you *really*
want 'em to be noticeable, you could try these babies out."

   He shakes the little ring gently and a surprisingly loud tinkling noise
comes from them.  He grins, holding it up and looking at the ring with
amusement.

   "We've never had anyone get 'em, obviously - they're more of a joke
really, or maybe for some particularly kinky BDSM folks.  Once they're on,
they lock so you have to cut 'em off.  And I don't know how they made 'em
so loud - just walking around with these things on'd make you jingle like
one a them fairies in cartoons --"

   He trails off as he looks down, and finds that Abby has turned to stare
up at the large hoop, breathing shallowly with her small mouth hanging
open. She is visibly trembling as she looks up at it with wide eyes.  The
man looks at her, then glances down and makes a small choking noise and
takes a step back.

   "Uh, missy?"

   Abby blinks and looks at him, then follows his eyes downward --

   She makes a loud squeak of embarrassment, turning bright red as she
brings her hands between her legs to cover her crotch - and the large very
dark wet patch that is starting to drip slightly between her thighs.  She
swallows, and looks up at the large man, mortified.

   "I'll --I think I --can I get that one?"

   The man stares at her for a moment, looks as though he's going to say
something to try to talk her out of it, glances briefly back down at the
hands covering her embarrassment between her legs, and then swallows and
nods.

   "Well, I - uh, sure.  Come on over here and we'll get you, uh, set."

   He turns, and Abby follows after him, practically panting with visible
excitement.

   The scene shifts now to Abby's roommate - Kaitlyn steps to the doorway
of the bar, and then pauses for a moment to take it in.  It's a quite seedy
joint, but is moderately full - mostly with rough-looking men drinking
beer, though there are a few women as well.  The clientele appear to be
mostly blue collar workers, laughing loudly as they tell jokes and stories
to each other at the end of a long day.  Kaitlyn briefly wrinkles her nose
in disdain before stepping into the room.

   A ripple of quiet flows across the room as Kaitlyn strides in, her heels
giving her walk an involuntary sway that catches the eye of most everyone.
And several dark looks from many of the women.

   Kaitlyn is halfway to the bar before she swears softly under her breath,
realizing that she doesn't exactly have a wallet.  Plastering a smile on
her face, she alters her trajectory slightly to walk up to a heavy-set
bearded man at the bar dressed in the dusty clothes of a construction
worker.  He looks up at her in surprise - and then looks her up and down
with appreciation.  Kaitlyn flashes a blinding smile at him.

   "Hey there --buy a girl a drink?"

   He blinks once, and then leers at her.

   "Well --I'd trade one for a blowjob from a purty girl like you."

   Laughter erupts from several of the onlookers.

   Kaitlyn stiffens, her face registering her shock, and then she sneers at
him.

   "As *if*!"

   She takes a step back, starting to look for another mark though she is
clearly somewhat despairing of getting her beer in this place.  When the
guy, after a few jeers from his friends reaches into his pocket.

   "Aw, c'mon - don't be like that.  Tell you what - I'll give you five
bucks for the blowjob, and the drink'll be on me."

   This draws loud guffaws from the crowd, and Kaitlyn stiffens again --but
then she shivers and her face takes on a confused expression for a moment.
She opens her mouth to tell him off:

   "O-OK," she breathes.

   The laughter dies down almost immediately, as the guy stares at her for
a moment with a stunned expression.

   "Uh --what?"

   The horror in Kaitlyn's eyes is clearly visible, but her face forces
itself into an only slightly pained smile in spite of her clearly fighting
herself, and she steps forward.

   "I-I'll suck your cock for five dollars."

   The guy, staring at the gorgeous blonde as though hypnotized, slowly
lowers the bill.  Kaitlyn reaches out and plucks it from his hand with her
own trembling red-nailed fingers, and then shoves it into the back pocket
of her skirt.

   It is only the closeness of the camera on her face that allows it to
capture the tiny whimpering sob of disgusted horror she makes as she falls
to her knees in front of the man, and begins to fumble with his zipper. 
Other than her eyes, her face remains plastered with a seemingly
enthusiastic smile.  After a few moments, she reaches into his jeans and
slides his cock out, eliciting a gasp from the man.  He is not particularly
large, and is probably not very clean after a hard day's work, but is very
very hard.

   Kaitlyn trembles for a moment as she manages to fight herself for a
second, maybe two --and then slides her ruby red lips over his shaft.

   The man groans loudly, and anyone who wasn't already watching the
unfolding scene in fascination certainly is now.  However, Kaitlyn seems
oblivious to her increasing audience - or is at least trying very hard to
pretend they aren't there - as she begins to expertly slide her mouth up
and down his cock, beginning to glisten with the sheen of her saliva.

   "Holy fucking god!" the man moans loudly, gripping the bar tightly as
the gorgeous blonde girl bobs her face up and down on his cock, "Oh my
f-fucking fuuuucckkkk!!!"

   Kaitlyn makes a small grunt and then begins to gulp as the guy begins to
cum in her mouth after a surprisingly short time.  He groans loudly as she
swallows repeatedly with sounds that could be either moans or suppressed
sobs.

   Finally, he falls back against the bar, gasping with exhaustion.

   "Oh my god --that was --that was the best blowjob I've --"

   He moans as Kaitlyn slides her lips off of his cock, and licks the last
dribble of cum off of her lips.  The horror in her eyes starts to spread,
slowly, and she looks as though she may cry --

   "Girl, I will absolutely pay you five dollars for one of those!"

   "Me too!"

   "Damn, man - I'm next --"

   Kaitlyn turns at the voice, and as her eyes fall on the five being held
down in front of her, her face screws back up into an almost-happy
expression again.  This time, she doesn't even look up to see who is
offering - just reaches up, grabs the money, and then begins to fumble at
the zipper a few inches from her face --

   The scene shifts into the back room once more, where Abby is sitting in
one of the chairs.  The large man is preparing his equipment, and
occasionally glances over at the small woman as if not quite sure she's
seriously going through with this.  For her part, Abby sits trembling in
the large leaned-back chair, staring at the man as if she is asking herself
the same question.  Finally he turns to her.

   "OK, lift your shirt up."

   Amazingly, Abby still manages to blush furiously even after all she's
been through, but pulls her t-shirt up to expose her small breasts.  She
bites her lip as he pulls her right nipple for a moment to make it stick up
proudly, then looks at her with an eyebrow raised.

   "You're sure you want these, right?  Once they're on, I can't take 'em
off again."

   Abby, still biting her lip and staring wide-eyed at the thick curved
needle he is holding nods with a small whimper.

   "OK then.  This'll sting and tug just a little bit --"

   He reaches up --and slides the sharp tip of the piece of metal he is
holding through Abby's nipple.

   Abby screams.

   The man's face registers surprise at her sudden shriek, but his
experience is evident as he barely starts, instead deftly sliding the
needle through her nipple, and then sliding the end of the ring on it to
pull it through, all while Abby squeals and writhes underneath him.

   It is only as he is finishing rotating the nipple ring - looking
shockingly large against her small breast, and forcing her nipple to swell
up impressively - that his eyes widens as he realizes that she's not
screaming in pain.

   Abby is cumming.  Hard.

   The wet spot on her shorts has spread impressively, and her small body
squirms on the chair beneath his manipulation of her newly punctured
nipple. Finally, he maneuvers the jingling little ball in place and snaps
the whole thing together with a very final click, and Abby's orgasm begins
to wind down, the small girl moaning and shivering on the chair.  She
blinks up at him.

   "Do the other one," she moans.

   "You sure you don't want to wait a - "

   "Oh please oh please," she groans at him, practically sobbing,
"Pleeeease do the other one --"

   He stares at the bizarre little woman in front of him, and then quickly
reaches for his other needle.  The same quick procedure to get her left
nipple hard, and then he slides the tip up to her skin --

   This time the orgasm is explosive - enough so that her pussy juice,
clearly squirting out of her, begins to run in a small rivulet down the
chair as she screams.  She again keeps cumming while he finishes off the
piercing, both nipples jingling slightly as she shudders, and finally comes
down after the second nipple is done.  The man leans back and stares at the
small woman gasping for breath with her two new large, jingling nipple
rings.

   "So --uh --what do you think?"

   Abby shudders for a moment, and then breathes in a thick, shaky voice:

   "Wh-what else can you pierce?"



   Dani and Jane step through their door, trepidation written quite clearly
across both redheads' faces.  They look around nervously as they find
themselves stepping into the middle of what looks like a quite crowded
house party.  People cluster around in the darkened room, laughing and
chatting, as loud music plays over everyone, the bass thumping loudly. 
There seems to be a fairly wide range of ages, though most folks seem to
cluster in their late 20s and early 30s.

   The two girls are mostly dressed for the occasion.  Dani is dressed
sexy-cute, with a normal-looking white tank top that hugs her tiny breasts
(showing quite clearly that she is not wearing a bra), and leaves a couple
of inches of her belly tantalizingly exposed.  She has on a pink mini-skirt
that falls to mid-thigh, that she keeps smoothing uncomfortably.  She walks
carefully and inexpertly in high platform heels - though even with those on
she still just barely comes up to her wife's shoulder.  Her red hair is up
in a pony tail.

   Jane, meanwhile, is dressed surprisingly conservatively.  She has on
some tight jeans, and a button-down blouse that is so simple it could
almost be masculine.  Though her shirt seems to be missing a few of the top
buttons, and she too was not granted a bra, so as she turns and looks at
the room as well, her large breasts are visible beneath the folds and
curves of the fabric.  Jane's hair is down, and she wears simple low-heeled
sandals.

   "Where are we?" Dani murmurs, looking around, brow furrowing cutely,
"This --this looks familiar somehow --"

   Dani is still surveying the room intently, trying to figure out where
she is.  So she misses the suddenly confused expression that comes over
Jane, and the sudden shiver that goes through the taller redhead - followed
by the slow creep of an excited and slightly evil grin across Jane's face.
Jane half turns back to her former husband, the little woman looking
increasingly uncomfortable and nervous around all these people who tower
over her (an experience Dan never had), and then reaches out and grabs her
little hand.

   "C'mon," Jane says with a manic grin, "Let's go dance."

   "Jane, what?  I - " Dani's question is cut off with a yelp as Jane
ignores it and turns to run towards the middle of the apartment that has
become an impromptu dance floor.  Dani stumbles along behind her wife,
moving clumsily in the unfamiliar heels.  As she reaches the middle of the
floor - somewhat aggressively shouldering their way through the dancing
crowd - she turns back to the smaller woman with another grin, and begins
to bounce and dance to the music.

   Dani stares at her wife like she's crazy.

   "What's the matter?" Jane yells over the music, "Dance!"

   Dani looks around uncomfortably again, and then nervously starts to move
her small body to the beat.  When Jane grabs her little hands and starts to
lead the little woman to dance a little more enthusiastically, Dani
actually giggles loudly, then bites her lip at the appreciative looks she
suddenly draws from a number of the men (and a couple of women) around
them. And when Jane suddenly pulls her in and spins her around in a little
twirl, the smaller redhead's skirt flies up - giving quite a clear view of
her lack of panties.

   "Jane!" Dani squeaks, turning bright red as she frantically pushes her
skirt down, and trying to ignore a few shocked or amused murmurs around
them.

   "What?" Jane says with a grin, and then pulls the little woman in close.
Dani looks up at her wife with wide, surprised eyes as Jane says , "I can't
show off my cute little girlfriend to everybody?"

   Dani makes another small squeak of surprise as her wife, disgusted even
by the suggestion of being with another woman, leans down and kisses her
passionately.  Dani tenses for a moment - and then seems to melt against
the larger redhead, kissing her back.  For the moment, at least, neither of
them notice the number of couples who are increasingly watching the two
women making out with interest.

   Dani seems lost in the kiss, eyes closed her arms up and around Jane's
neck, as Jane's hand snakes down her slender back.  She moans loudly, eyes
still closed as Jane grabs her little ass tightly through her skirt, and
begins to squeeze it.  It's only when Jane's hand slides down the skin of
her thigh, lifting the pink skirt up as the taller woman starts to slip a
hand over her bare ass that Dani opens her mouth with a small squeak.

   "J-Jane," she whimpers in semi-protest, trying to pull back - but Jane,
much stronger, simply holds her where she is and grins at her.

   "What?" Jane says with a smile, "Are you going to try to tell me you
don't like it?"

   Dani stares up at her wife.

   "Jane --what's wrong with you?  I'm not really a girl, remember?  I
don't want to ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh --"

   Dani's words are cut off in a loud, shocked moan, as Jane slides her
hand over and slips a finger between the lips of her pussy from behind. 
The little woman starts to tremble, trying to talk but all that comes out
is another moan as Jane's fingers start to slip wetly between her thighs.

   "Not a girl?  You sure feel like a girl to me.  In fact --you feel like
a very *wet* girl."

   Dani chokes out a sob, trying to protest, but it is cut off by whatever
Jane is doing down between her legs.  The tiny woman clutches at Jane's
back and starts to squirm against her, little hips humping the fingers
between her legs.  She lets out a small cry and then presses her face into
Jane's shoulder, clearly trying to muffle her increasingly loud sounds of
pleasure, clawing at the the back of Jane's shirt.

   "Oh, you *like* that, don't you," Jane says, as she looks up and around
with a wild grin on her face, "I'll bet you're just *aching* for release,
aren't you?"

   Dani is clearly beyond any ability to think clearly, writhing against
Jane.

   "Yessss --pleeeeeassseeee --"

   "Please what?"

   "Oh god --please make me cum --pleaase --"

   "Oh dear," says Jane with a mock severe tone, "and here I thought my
girlfriend was a good little girl.  That's not something a good little girl
would say, though, is it?"

   Dani just whimpers, and then gives her head a little shake.

   "What does that make you, Dani?"

   Dani grits her teeth, trying to hump back harder against Jane's hand,
but the larger woman expertly pulls away, continuing to tease her
mercilessly.

   "You know what I want to hear," Jane says in a thick, excited voice,
"You always used to make me say it --now it's your turn --"

   Dani lets out a small sob, and then murmurs something muffled into
Jane's shirt.

   "What was that, Dani?  I couldn't hear you."

   Another sob, and then Dani lifts her face from Dani's shoulder.

   "I'm a s-slut," Dani whispers, hoarsely.

   "Louder."

   "I'm a s-slut ohhhhhhhh," Dani moans, louder, as Jane's fingers shift
over her mound.

   "Louder.  And more."

   "I'm a --a dirty slut," Dani sobs, loudly, humiliation mixing with
desperate need in her cute voice, "Please Jane --please make me cum --"

   Dani suddenly makes a loud groan of disappointment, as Jane pulls her
hand from beneath Dani's legs.  The little woman's eyes flicker open as she
suddenly realizes what she's been doing, and where.  Her face reddens - and
then reddens more as Jane holds up her fingers.  Dani's juices are smeared
over them like Jane stuck her hand in a bucket of pussy juice.

   "Oh *my* --so embarrassingly wet for such a little girl."

   There is a sudden titter of laughter, and Dani's eyes widen as she
realizes people are watching.  She starts to turn --

    --and then yelps as Jane grabs her ponytail and roughly turns her face
back towards the taller woman.  Dani's face has a flash of anger and
surprise - and her little nipples stiffen visibly under her shirt.

   "Don't worry about *them*," Jane says through her manic grin, "My dirty
little slut made a *mess* on my hand.  I think you should clean it up,
don't you?"

   Dani shudders, and looks up at Jane with pleading eyes.

   "P-please Jane --don't make me lick myself off --"

   Jane jerks on her pony tail, hard, eliciting another yelp.

   "Clean it, slut," hisses Jane, "Or I won't let you finish for *hours*."

   Dani, who had been unconsciously rubbing her wet thighs together, chokes
out another sob --then reaches up and pulls Jane's dripping hand down. 
With a small humiliated whimper, she tilts her face up --and slides her
lips over Jane's slimy fingers.

   The several hoots and laughs that arise around them make it quite clear
how many people are now watching the scene.  Dani's face is deep scarlet
with embarrassment - but she keeps licking.  Jane begins to tease the small
woman, holding her dripping fingers over her face so that Dani has to stand
on her tiptoes to suck herself of them.  The laughter and jeers grow in
pitch until finally Dani slurps up the last of her pussy juice from her
wife's hand.

   "What a good little slut you are," Jane says, drawing more laughter from
their audience.

   Dani shivers again, and looks up at Jane with a pleading expression,
then down at the floor, miserably.  She speaks in a very small voice, which
carries through a sudden pause in the music.

   "Will you --finish me now?  Please?"

   More laughs.

   "Awww, poor little Dani.  Soooo needy.  Hmmm --"

   Jane looks around at the crowd and grins at someone.

   "You know --do you think that just one person is going to do it for
you?"

   Dani's eyes snap up to stare at Jane, grinning down at her.  She shakes
her head, but before she can protest, Jane continues.

   "I mean - a little horny slut like you --you're really just a little
party favor, aren't you?  There for anyone who wants to to use?"

   Dani moans, still shaking her head, and starts to squirm at Jane's words
- clearly making the little woman uncontrollably horny.

   "Jane --please stop --please don't make me --"

   Jane catches the little woman's wrists in her hands and pulls them up,
from where they were starting to slide under her skirt to try to satisfy
the lust burning through her.

   "Ah ah ah," Jane says, as Dani moans, "None of that.  Feeling a little
horny are you?"

   Dani just moans, squirming uncontrollably.  Wetness drips down her legs
uncontrollably.

   "Well, if you want help, you're going to have to tell everyone here what
you are."

   "Oh god --I'm a dirty little slut --"

   "That's not all, though, is it?"

   Dani chokes out a sob, then moans loudly:

   "I'm --I'm a slutty little party favor."

   Cheers at this, but Dani is too overwhelmed with lust to even react.

   "For anyone who wants you, right?"

   Dani just sobs, and nods.

   "Anything they want, right?  Say it!"

   "Y-Y-Yes!" sobs Dani, "Anything!"

   "If I fuck you now, then when I'm done, anyone here can use you however
they want?"

   "Yes!" squeals Dani, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Jane, please!"

   Dani lets out a sudden yelp as Jane, having maneuvered her over to a
large, soft couch, pushes the tiny girl down.  She falls backward, her legs
splayed wide showing how impossibly wet she is.  Jane grins as she
unfastens her own pants, and her throbbingly hard cock springs free. 
Oddly, no one seems to be shocked by the curvy redhead having a cock -
instead, a ragged cheer goes up around them.

   Dani seems to suddenly, briefly, come to her senses as she realizes
what's about to happen, and a look of horror spreads over her face, forcing
the lust aside for just a moment.

   "W-wait," Dani moans, "Jane - don't...I've never --please
pleeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

   Dani throws back her head and screams as Jane falls forward, and with
one swift thrust, plunges her cock into tiny Dani - the very first time she
has ever been penetrated as a woman.  Dani cums almost instantly, her
squeals loudly audible over the music as tears run down her face.  Jane
grunts loudly as she starts to fuck the little redhead hard, her big tits
starting bouncing beneath her blouse.  Jane grabs Dani's pony tail again
and jerks the sobbing, moaning little woman's head back.

   "Oh god," Jane groans into Dani's ear as she plows into the smaller
woman's cunt, "You're so fucking tight!  Your pussy is tighter than Diana's
asshole!"

   This elicits a squeal from Dani - and what sounds like another orgasm.
Jane lets out a loud moan, and begins cumming in Dani's tight pussy,
grinding her hips against the tiny redhead's as she presses herself deep
inside the little woman.  Dani sobs as her orgasm winds down and she feels
her wife's warm cum spreading inside her.  Her little body shakes and
trembles adorably in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her little hips humping
back at the cock inside her involuntarily as she claws at the couch.

   "Ohhh --ohhh god --ohhh noooo," she sobs, shaking with unwanted pleasure
and deep humiliation at her very first fucking --from her wife --with her
own cock --

   "Can I try her next?" a male voice says.

   Jane turns her head, and then a smile breaks across her face - though
her eyes flicker with uncertainty for just a moment, as though suddenly
trying to fight back against what is happening.  Without success, of
course.

   "Oh hi!" Jane giggles as her resistance fades, then says in a smoldering
voice, "Oh, yes.  Though I think you'll have to go through me, first --"

   "What, again?" the man says to Jane, stepping up behind her running a
hand over Jane's bare ass.

   Dani's eyes widen, and she makes a small strangled noise as she looks up
over Jane's shoulder at the dark-skinned man standing naked behind her
wife. It is clear that Dani recognizes him as much as Jane does.  She opens
her mouth to speak, but is cut off by Jane.

   "Shhhhh," Jane says, wide-eyed, and giving the man an
I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look over her shoulder, "You don't want
Dan to know that you and I fucked before he and I got married --"

   "Well it's a good thing he's not here then, isn't it?"

   Jane giggles and turns back, leaning over Dani.

   "That's true.  No one here but us girls --"

   Dani stares up at Jane, hurt filling her eyes.

   "No --no that's not true," she whispers.

   Suddenly, Jane's fantasy facade shatters, and her face fills with misery
and horror at what she is doing, what she is saying - and it is that very
real misery that gives the truth to the words she couldn't stop herself
from saying.

   "Dan," she breathes, "I'm --I'm sorry --I never wanted you to know --"

   Jane shudders --and her expression slowly sinks beneath the smoldering,
nasty grin she's been wearing the whole time.  Jane shifts, tilting her ass
upwards and shifting inside Dani - drawing an involuntary grunt from the
little woman, even as she stares upwards with an expression of utter
betrayal.

   Jane moans as the man pulls her blouse open, letting her large heavy
breasts spill out and dangle over Dani's face.

   "Oh yeah, Craig," Jane breathes as the man cups one of her breasts, and
slides down his pants, letting his large cock spring free, "I've always
fantasized about your big, thick cock being inside me again.  I think about
it *all the time* - especially when Dan is fucking me --"

   Dani is crying softly now, tears running down her cheeks as she listens
to her wife's involuntary revelation.

   "Noo," she whimpers, sounding broken, "Please --tell me it's not true
--"

   Suddenly text appears on the screen, next to the man, identifying him.

   'Craig - Dan's best friend.  Best man at his wedding.  Diana's brother.'

   "Ohh, Dani," moans Jane as Craig begins to tease her pussy with the head
of his cock, "You can try him next.  He's sooooo big --way bigger than
Dan..."

   Dani sobs, unable to speak, as she watches her wife being fondled by her
best friend, panting with excitement above her

   "Can I try her mouth?" a new voice asks.

   Jane grins again, and nods , and starts to speak:

   "Sure - you'll be her first and oohhhhh-ho-hunh-huuuunnnhhhhh --"

   Jane is cut off by a wordless groan of pleasure as Craig begins to slide
his cock slowly inside her.  Dani moans and shudders in both horror and
pleasure of her own as Jane's once again hard cock is pressed further into
Dani's tight pussy as Craig presses down on Jane's body.

   The new man climbs up onto the couch next to the crying, trembling Dani,
who looks up --and lets out a low, pathetic whine.

   "Noooo --no please --" she says, barely a whisper.

   The text identifies him as "Eric - one of Dan's closest friends. 
Ginny's ex-boyfriend."

   The naked man grins and steps forward --and though her eyes say exactly
how much she doesn't want to, a sudden grunt of pleasure from Dani at a
combined thrust from Craig and Jane makes her open her mouth, allowing Eric
to slide his cock between her soft lips.  Her body suddenly takes over and,
though she makes another small sob, she begins to slide her mouth up and
down as she begins to expertly perform her very first blowjob, and her wife
begins to moan loudly in pleasure above her.

   Rhys gasps as she pulls the door open, and stares for a moment - then
lets out a nervous laugh.

   "It's a tea party!"

   Rhys looks more than a little nervous - probably because she is still
almost entirely naked, though what little she wears is clearly concerning.
She has one arm across her large breasts and the other one trying to cover
her crotch, albeit both with limited effectiveness.  The only changes she
has undergone since her arrival - other than the general sudden cleanup all
of them seemed to have gone through - is some heavy makeup on her face, her
hair up in a high pony tail - and thick leather bands around both her
wrists and her ankles, each with a metal ring attached to them.

   She glances up at Kris, who is blushing furiously, and looks even more
embarrassed than she does, in spite - or more likely because - of the
outfit he is wearing.

   Kris is dressed in an almost comically girly outfit - a dress that is
all white and light blue with frills.  The dress is tight across his large
breasts, with a scooping neckline that shows off ample cleavage.  Beneath
the mid-thigh skirt of the dress, his legs are in white stockings that end
in cute saddle shoes - what little of his legs that can be seen are cleanly
shaved.  His face is made up even more than Rhys', with thick eyeshadow and
big spots of rouge on his cheeks that makes him look vaguely doll-like. 
His blonde hair is tied with a big pink bow.  All in all he looks like a
somewhat masculine, somewhat slutty Alice in Wonderland - particularly
apropos for the scene they are looking upon.

   It appears to be a variant of the tea party scene from the book - a
large table with a raucous crowd of revelers drinking and cavorting.  At
the front of the table sits the Mad Hatter - looking remarkably like the
Proprietor, albeit with wilder eyes and a manic grin.  Next to him sits a
large - well, a large white rabbit wearing a jacket.  The two of them stand
staring at the scene for a few moments, paralyzed by its impossible oddity,
when the Hatter looks over and sees them standing there.

   "She's here!" he yells in a sing-song voice, "She's finally here!"

   Both of them take a step back, but before they can otherwise react,
several of the guests come rushing over and two of them - a man and a
woman, though they are probably under five feet tall - grab Kris' hands and
pull him forward while the rest of the group surrounds him, giggling.  He
turns his head over the group and looks back at Rhys with a panicked
expression, clearly reading "help!"

   Rhys shrugs at him with a befuddled expression of her own and starts to
step after the group, quickly pulling away from her.

   "No, no, no!" a severe female voice with a thick accent says, stopping
Rhys in her tracks.  The heavy, naked woman turns to look at the source,
assuming it will be short like the other guests at the tea party, then
looks up with surprise to find herself faced with a very tall, strikingly
handsome woman with raven-black hair.  She is dressed in what appears to be
a riding outfit, with a short black coat over a white blouse, tan pants,
black leather gloves, and long black boots.

   "That is wrong way!" she says, scowling at Rhys, "I must get you started
before I can go to tea party!  Come now!  Come on!  Come!"

   Rhys blinks at the woman with confusion for a moment.

   "Uh --" she says, glancing back and forth between the woman and Kris,
who has made it almost to the table now amidst his pushing entourage.

   The woman slaps her riding crop into her hand, and yells again, causing
Rhys to jump.

   "Come!"

   Rhys glares at her --but then grudgingly walks forward.

   "What am I, your pet?" she mutters to herself as she moves in the
direction indicated by the woman.

   She misses the smile and nod from the pretty taller woman, as she moves
around behind Rhys.

   Kris, meanwhile, has been pushed up to the table, where he is
ceremoniously installed into a large comfortable chair next to the Hatter.
The rabbit looks across the table at him, and Kris stares back for a long
moment.

   "What?" the Rabbit finally says in a surly voice.  Kris looks as though
he is going to say something, but the Mad Hatter speaks.

   "Oh wonderful!  Oh glorious!  Oh happy day, that Alice is here for our
party again!  And the tea is hot and ready!"

   Kris watches as the Hatter pulls up a large teapot, and pours a generous
amount into the cup in front of Kris, some of it sloshing over the sides.
There is a rumbling twitter of laughter as the tea is poured across the
table, and Kris looks around in a daze as the whole group raises their
teacups in a ragged cheer.

   "To Alice!  And her coming-in party!"

   Kris, who had taken a big swig of the warm tea along with everyone else
at the first statement, makes a choking sound at the second and then begins
coughing on the sip of tea.

   "OW!"

   The camera jumps back to Rhys, who is looking angrily over her shoulder
at the tall woman as she rubs her ass, one large red welt on each of her
ample ass cheeks where the woman has swatted her with the riding crop.

   "I swear to god if you do that one more time I will deck you so hard,"
Rhys snarls at her.

   The woman smiles sweetly at Rhys, as though she can't understand her.

   "I know, I know you get surly now that you getting into heat.  But we
here now!  Look - you all ready for breeding?"

   Rhys looks at her like she's crazy.

   "What the *fuck* are you --"

   Rhys voice trails off and her eyes widen as she follows the gaze of the
taller woman.  Her nostrils flare for a moment, and then she makes a small
whimper.  She rapidly begins to flush and her breathing quickens - it is
clear that she has suddenly become deeply, intensely aroused.

   "Oh my!  You are quite in the ready, aren't you?" the woman says, with a
small giggle.

   The camera pulls off of Rhys's sudden horniness to swing over and look
what has caused it.

   Milling about, perhaps ten feet away, is a large group of --well, mostly
men.  Mostly in the sense that although they are definitely male, they
aren't *quite* entirely human.  All of their wrists turn to wiry hair about
midway down, as do their calves, and both of them end in what are quite
clearly horse hooves - though they seem capable of standing on their hind
legs reasonably comfortably.

   It is not the hooves that are causing Rhys to stare so intently and
start to gasp with lust, however.

   Dangling between the legs of each of the men - who are starting to
shuffle and make small nickering sounds as they stare back at the naked
Rhys - is a huge, dangling horse cock.

   Rhys is practically panting as she stares at the milling horse-men, a
glazed, hypnotized look on her face.  The extent of her reverie is revealed
when the woman, still grinning, reaches out and lifts one of Rhys' hands,
and then the other, running a rope through the rings.  Rhys shudders as the
horse-boys stand and begin to whinny at her, and her thick nipples crinkle
to aching hardness.

   It is only when the woman gives a yank on the rope and - thanks to the
intricate winding of the rope through the rings at Rhys' wrists and ankles
- suddenly pulls Rhys' feet apart to shoulder width that Rhys is startled
from her lustful staring to turn and look at the grinning woman.

   "WHAT THE --?"

   Rhys protesting scream is cut off by a squawk of surprise as the woman
pulls forward, and Rhys - off balance thanks to her spread legs - tumbles
in the direction of the pulled rope, her large breasts swinging down and
pulling her further off balance, until her hands slap into a bar at about
waist height in front of her.  Rhys starts to pull up making a noise of
indignation, but the woman gives another yank and pulls the rope taut.

   As the woman begins to tie a final knot at the base of the bar Rhys is
holding onto, Rhys struggles and fear creeps over her face as she realizes
that she is quite firmly tied into position bent over, legs spread, her
large breasts swaying beneath her.  The woman stands up with a grin.

   "There!  All ready!"

   "All ready for - what the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch!?"

   The woman smiles and nods, again seeming as though she can't understand
what Rhys is saying.

   "Yes!  I know!  So excited!  Don't have to wait much longer now - here
they come!"

   "Wait --wh-what?"

   Rhys turns her head, and draws a shuddering breath.  The horse-boys are
clustering only ten feet away from her, and there is little doubt what they
are interested in.  Rhys makes a low whimper of fear.

   "P-please --let me up," she breathes heavily, unable to even look up
from their crotches as two of the hoofed men step towards her.  She
continues, wholly unconvincingly, "Please --I don't want this --"

   "Enjoy your breeding, little mare!" the woman chirps, and - though Rhys
is oblivious - turns and walks towards the tea party.

   Rhys is shuddering and making small wordless whimpers as the two
horse-boys circle around her, nickering softly.  It is only when one of
them lifts his large cock up between two hooved wrists and starts to angle
the enormous tip towards Rhys' mouth that she pulls her head away in sudden
horror.  She looks up - and gasps.

   "E-Edward?"

   Rhys' shock at Diana's husband standing in front of her, staring down
with a dull lack of intelligence is enough to make her mouth gape open in
shock --and enough for him to shove the tip of his large horse cock between
her lips.  Rhys squeals, but her bonds are such that she can't pull away as
he begins to slowly face-fuck her very full mouth.

   "MMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!"

   However, it is the horse-cock being slowly shoved into her pussy,
stretching her painfully, that draws the muffled scream from the large
woman.

   Meanwhile, Kris is blinking rapidly as he finishes his second cup of
tea.

   "Uh.  I feel --funny."

   "Alice wishes to be entertained!  We must make her laugh!"

   An explosion of chatter ripples through the assembled group, and
suddenly one of the short men looks at Kris and makes an utterly ridiculous
face.  Kris, looking slightly dazed in spite of his beginning an attempt to
protest that wasn't what he meant, grins in spite of himself and lets out a
low chuckle.

   "NO!  Her laugh is broken!" the Hatter proclaims with a horrified look,
"Alice, laugh for us!  Fellow partygoers, make her laugh?"

   The whole group begins to chant and make faces and dance back and forth.
"Laugh for us!  Laugh for us!"

   At first Kris seems to be wrestling with the obvious dizziness that has
come over him.  But slowly, as the chanting continues, a smile flickers
across his face --soon followed by a chuckle, and then he begins to laugh -
low, deep laughter.

   "Noo!  Poor Alice - your laugh is all wrong!  Higher!  Higher!"

   "Like this!"

   A gaggle of the tiny women at the table let out titters of girlish
laughter.

   As the chanting and prodding continues, Kris' laugh - now out of control
as he laughs with tears running down his cheeks - edges higher and higher
in pitch.  And then slowly takes the shape of the demonstrating women. 
Until...

   Seemingly without his realizing it, Kris' laugh has become a high, airy
giggle.  They keep him giggling like that for another minute or so, and
then begin to slow down.  He hiccups as he calms down, still grinning
drunkenly, which elicits another distinctly girlish giggle - though he
doesn't seem to notice anything has changed.

   "Much better!" the Hatter announces, then peers at Kris with a
worry-filled expression, "But --might there be other things wrong with our
Alice?"

   There are gasps and mutters of worry from around the table.  Kris looks
around at them, blinking in his clearly drugged daze now.

   "And if there were other things wrong," the Hatter says in a whispered
voice, "How would we know?"

   More mutters, as Kris raises a hand on vague protest.  But before he can
say anything, one of the short female guests pipes up clapping her hands.

   "An inspection!  An inspection!"

   Another explosion of agreement and laughter, as the Hatter takes on an
expression of glee at the answer.

   "Indeed!  An inspection!  Just the thing!  Alice - onto the table for an
inspection!"

   Kris holds out his hands in confused protest once more, but in his
drug-addled state, he is again unable to do much other than weakly shake
his head as a group of the little partygoers surround him and push him into
a standing position and then - shoving on his large skirt from behind as
two of the tiny women crawl onto the table to pull on his hands - suddenly
Kris finds himself kneeling in the middle of the wide table, looking around
with wide eyes at the group encircling him.

   "A comparison!  We should have a comparison!" a voice shouts, sending a
titter through the group, which repeats when another voice shouts, "Lulie
can be the comparison!"

   The tiny blonde woman still on the table - presumably Lulie - next to
Kris turns and sticks her tongue out cutely at the voice, but then sighs.

   "Fine," she says in an exasperated tone with her high, cartoonish voice.
She walks over to stand next to Kris - and even with him on his knees, she
stands just an inch or two taller in her cute yellow dress.  Kris blinks at
her, smiling vaguely with a confused expression.  She grins sweetly at him,
then reaches up and yanks the top of her dress down.

   Her breasts are the size of cantaloupes - which is to say, they are
enormous given her tiny little body.  Kris stares in shock at her suddenly
exposed breasts.  With her diminutive stature, she looks almost like a
little girl, but those breasts clearly show that she is anything but.

   He is still staring at them when she reaches over, and before he can do
anything, yanks the top of *his* dress down, allowing his own even more
enormous breasts to spill free for everyone to see.  Kris lets out a yelp
of surprise, trying to cover his embarrassing tits up with his arms as he
turns scarlet.  The group lets out a cheer around him.

   "Wonderful!  Alice looks like she is in excellent shape so far!"

   "I'll say!" a voice shouts, eliciting roaring laughter and causing Kris
to turn even redder.  He tries to say something, but merely splutters for a
moment, before another voice shouts out:

   "Wait, I didn't get to see!"

   "Me either!"

   "We must have a fair judgment," the Hatter proclaims with a finger in
the air, "Alice, Lulie - show them!"

   Once again, there is a titter, and then an increasing chant of "Show
them!  Show them!" across the group.  Lulie cups her breasts in her tiny
hands, showing them off sexily to the group.  Kris is burning with
humiliation --but --as the chanting continues, and Lulie shows her
small-but-huge breasts off, Kris' eyes take on that same glazed look as
earlier --

   And then slowly he slides his arms off his huge tits, allowing the
onlookers to see them.  And then - as the chanting continues, he begins to
emulate Lulie, lifting his massive mammaries in his hands and offering them
up to be inspected by the group.  His eyes flicker from humiliation to
excitement as the group whistles and hoots at his display.

   "Test them!  Test them!" a voice cries over the cheering din.

   Kris blinks in confusion, fighting back the glazed look - but again has
so little time to react in his drug addled state as he looks over to see
two of the little women having crawled onto the table and began suckling on
Lulie's little pink nipples.  The tiny woman is moaning with obvious
enjoyment.  Kris starts to say something --

   And lets out a loud groan of pleasure as suddenly two pairs of lips lock
around his own huge, dark nipples and begin to slurp and suck loudly.  Kris
begins to moan uncontrollably as the two mouths begin to suck on his tits -
and he is too lost to the world to even notice that while one of them is a
cute little redheaded woman, the other is actually one of the men.

   As the two pairs of breasts are sucked and licked, however, the Hatter
is shaking his head in dismay!

   "Her voice - it is all wrong again!  We must help her!  Lulie should
demonstrate!"

   There is much yelling and encouraging again as Lulie is pulled by her
nipples, moaning in her high breathy voice, over next to Kris.  Kris is
still moaning in a low voice, when the voices begin chanting again -
"Higher!  Higher!".  Kris, lost in whatever bliss he is feeling from his
obviously hyper-sensitive nipples, begins to moan more and more like Lulie
--until it is impossible to tell that one of the moaning voices is a man at
all.

   "Excellent!" yells the Hatter, "More comparisons!"

   While mouths continue to suck on their nipples, other hands continue to
pull at both Lulie's and Kris' dresses, sliding them down to their waists.
Lulie, more coherent than the drugged Kris, glances back as her cute little
ass is exposed, and wiggles it delightfully for the onlookers to see. 
There is a brief discussion about Kris' less attractive - though cleanly
shaved - male ass, before the Hatter proclaims Alice's ass at least
acceptable, if perhaps not as nice as Lulie's.

   Lulie's dress is slid off the rest of the way, leaving her kneeling only
in her thigh-high stockings and exposing her bright blonde curls, in which
is nestled a copiously dripping pussy.  The tiny woman is quite clearly
very hot and ready for someone to take advantage of her.  However, as Kris'
dress is slid off and his panties are pushed down around his own stockinged
legs --

   There is a loud collective gasp, and suddenly the only sounds around the
table are Kris' loud, girlish moans of pleasure as the two partygoers
continue to suck on his nipples.

   "What's wrong with her?"

   "Alice looks funny!"

   "Is that supposed to be there?"

   Only after several long moments of almost silence slowly shifting to a
low murmur of conversation does Kris gain enough awareness to blink
blearily - still moaning softly - and look down to see his extremely hard
cock revealed, dangling between his legs.

   "W-wait-oohhhhh --what are you --"

   Kris' slurred words are lost in another moan.

   "Oh dear oh dear oh dear," the Hatter says shaking his head, "Poor Alice
--I do believe that poor Alice --"

   All eyes except for Kris' turn to look at the Hatter - even the pair
with their faces buried in the mounds of his tit flesh to suck on his
nipples.

   " --poor Alice thinks that she is a cow."

   There is yet another explosion of conversation and debate at this.  Kris
is trying desperately to pull away from the sucking mouths on his nipples,
but seems to lose self control every few moments to a shudder of pleasure.
Suddenly a voice rings out:

   "We must milk her!"

   The voices shift to agreement, and over the din the Hatter can be heard
yelling in agreement.

   "Yes!  A bowl for milking poor Alice!"

   A very confused and once again weakly protesting Kris suddenly finds
himself on all fours.  The mouths have left his very red nipples briefly,
and his huge tits hang down between his arms, nipples grazing the table
cloth.  In his addled haze, he looks around, trying to understand what is
happening.

   "Wh-what are you people doing to OHHHHHH FFFFF-FFFUCK!!"

   Kris eyes go wide as he lets out a loud groan of pleasure.  Beneath him,
the partygoers have set a large bowl, over which his large cock dangles. 
And adorably sexy little Lulie has slid down next to him with a grin and
wrapped both tiny hands around his dangling member, and begins to stroke it
- or really, to milk it.

   Somehow, Kris manages to pull himself together through the pleasure and
the drug affecting him to moan in a dismayed voice:

   "W-wait --Rh-rhys!"

   "You mean your mare?"

   Kris, fighting back a girlish moan, looks up to see the gorgeous woman
in the equestrian outfit walking up to the table, watching him with a broad
smile.  Kris manages to nod, clearly about all he can manage now.

   "Oh, do not worry for her!  I have taken care!  She is being well bred!
You can watch!"

   Kris' eyes follow the woman's arm to where she is pointing - and he lets
out a small choked moan of horror.  Not far away, Rhys is tied up and being
double-teamed by two of the horse boys.  Her muffled squeals of unbidden
pleasure - clearly mixed with pain and humiliation - can be just barely
heard over the partygoers enthused banter while watching Lulie milk
"Alice". Kris shakes his head in horror, struggling to pull away --

   And suddenly lets out a squeal as two of the partygoers (both men this
time) have crawled onto the table to begin lapping and sucking at his
dangling tits.  Kris' eyes well with tears as, trapped by his pleasure, he
watches his girlfriend shake and writhe as the ponyboys cum inside her.  As
they pull out, buckets of cum come rushing out of her widely stretched
pussy to splatter on the ground, and she coughs out a gush of cum from her
mouth, the rush of goo dripping from her chin.

   With a loud, hoarse groan, Kris cums, to the delight of the group and
especially Lulie, who tries to get most of it to go in the bowl, but
giggles when a little splatters onto her full breasts.

   The Hatter, however, at Kris' grunting orgasm, shakes his head sadly.

   "Oh Alice - your voice is broken again!"



   "Fuck you."

   Ginny simply smirks at Diana's snarl, both girls still standing naked in
the now-familiar long hallway.  Diana's eyes are still red from her earlier
crying, but she seems to be showing some of the steel she arrived in the
show with before becoming increasingly broken and humiliated.

   "What, like it isn't true?" Ginny says with a small laugh, "After all
these years, of you and Jane treating me like --like I was beneath you. 
Like I was never good enough for Eric.  And the first chance you get, you
not only fuck her husband - twice!  - but between the two of you suck and
fuck enough dicks to make your average porn star jealous.

   "F-fuck you," growls Diana more loudly, "You *weren't* good enough for
Eric.  And you're certainly way too much of a skank for Dan."

   She shivers, and then says in a quieter voice: "Or even Dani."

   Ginny stares at her for a moment, and then barks out a disbelieving
laugh.

   "Skank?  Me?  Seriously?  Diana - do you know how many guys I've fucked
in my *entire* life?"

   Diana glares at her silently.  Ginny grins, and holds up two fingers. 
Diana's glower falters.

   "Bullshit," she says, in a shaky voice.

   "Diana - Eric was my *first*," Ginny says with another laugh, "Yes - as
a complete slut, I have slept with one other guy in the year since he and I
broke up."

   She makes a face as though thinking very hard about something.

   "Now then --how many did *you* fuck and suck off just in the last couple
of days?  And still not even enough to save your poor husband?""

   "Bitch!" yells Diana.

   "Yeah, well - maybe," says Ginny, "It certainly takes one to know one.
And at least I'm not a - what was it?  'Cum dumpster'?"

   Diana lets out something between a growl and a screech, pulling her arm
back to slap the shorter blonde woman as she steps forward --and then
stumbles with a squawk of surprise.  Ginny - having taken a step back,
watches the dark-skinned woman sway..and then fall forward, with a small
jingling sound.  Diana catches herself on all fours - and then looks up in
surprise.  Ginny stares down at her and then giggles.

   Diana is on her hands and knees, and still naked - though suddenly clean
like the others.  She wears no makeup, and almost nothing else - except for
a red dog collar around her neck, with a bone-shaped tag dangling from it.
Her long black hair is up in a pony tail, keeping it up off of her face and
neck.  Diana tries to stand again - and falls back to all fours.  She looks
up at Ginny with a frightened and angry expression (made more so at Ginny's
snickering), and opens her mouth to shout something at the giggling blonde.

   But what comes out is: "HARF!"

   Both girls eyes go wide - but while Diana follows it with a very
dog-like whine of horror, Ginny bursts into hysterical laughter.

   "Oh my god!  And y-you called *me* a bitch?!"

   Ginny leans against the wall, gasping in a fit of giggles while Diana is
clearly to horrified by her predicament to even maintain her anger. 
Instead, she is crawling in circles and pawing at the wall in a desperate
attempt to stand up, whining loudly.  Ginny continues to giggle - and then
suddenly makes a strange noise of her own, and looks down at herself.  Her
eyes widen.

   "Je ula toey shaloof?"

   Ginny pauses and blinks in confusion, and a hand flies to her throat.

   "Meyu lelawi?"

   Her blue eyes start to look panicked at the gibberish coming from her
mouth.  She is suddenly speaking strange words in what sounds like a
vaguely French or Scandinavian accent.  But she clearly is trying to say
something else, probably about her new attire.

   Ginny is suddenly dressed in a skimpy, frilly French Maid costume.  The
top is a black and white ruffled dress, pulled tight beneath her small
breasts in an attempt to create some cleavage, with a skirt that barely
covers the top of her thighs.  Her hair is back with a frilly white
headband, blonde curls tumbling over her pale shoulders.  Her legs are clad
in white stockings that end mid-thigh with a big black bow, and she has on
strappy black heels.  As she turns to look at herself, the skirt hikes up
over her pert little ass, making it quite clear that she has on no panties
beneath - she blushes furiously as she shoves the skirt back down, looking
even more embarrassed than she was when naked.  The effect is completed by
the white feather duster in her hand.

   Suddenly, whine Diana continues to whine in dismay and Ginny tries out
different words to say anything but lovely-sounding gibberish, the door
opens.  Both Ginny and Diana look up, blinking at the figure standing
looking down at them, which speaks in a female voice as she slips on a
glittering earring.

   "Here she is!  And the damn dog is in here too - would you put her out
back already?  They're going to start showing up any minute!"

   Ginny and Diana both blink and glance around in surprise - they appear
to be in a small bedroom all of a sudden.  The woman looking in at them
both is an attractive middle-aged woman with brown hair over her shoulders.
She is wearing a short, cute black cocktail dress, and looks at her watch,
muttering a curse under her breath.  After a moment she is joined by a
larger man, buttoning cuffs on his shirt.  He glances into the closet at
the two terrified-looking women, one on all fours and one leaning against
the back of the closet trying to cover herself.  He sighs, and looks at the
woman - by all indications, his wife.

   "Sorry - I don't know how she keeps getting in."

   "Well, hopefully she'll stay out at least for the party."

   The man nods and then glances down at the miserably whimpering Diana.

   "Hey - do you know if the Meyers fixed their fence?"

   "I think so - why?"

   "Well - she's in heat right now, so --"

   The woman is about to respond, but glances over at Ginny's snicker, and
the man frowns at Diana's low, angry growl.  He snaps his fingers.

   "None of that now, Daisy.  Heel."

   He turns and starts to walk away - and Diana pads along behind him.  It
is only after she's left the closet and is crawling along that her face
screws up in sudden confusion and fear - as she realizes that she responded
to the command without thinking.  She lets out a small whimper.

   Ginny meanwhile, watches Diana's swaying hips and ass as she crawls away
after the man, and can't suppress another snicker.

   "Sela ulue woof woof," is what comes out of her mouth, and then Ginny
flushes in embarrassed frustration at her inability to articulate any
better than Diana's barks.  The woman looks at her and raises an eyebrow.

   "Yes, that's right - the woof woof is not supposed to be in the house,"
the woman says in the long, slow tones one would use with a child, "Have
you been letting her in?  Well - anyway, come on.  It's time for the
party."

   Ginny blinks back at her, a growing expression of horror on her pretty
face as it is clear she is struggling to understand the woman.  The woman
sighs, and then speaks even slower.

   "Ginny, come - with - me," the woman says, waving her hand in a
beckoning motion.

   The woman turns and starts to walk away, glancing over her shoulder.

   "Now!" she says loudly, clearly annoyed.

   Ginny blushes red, and begins to stammer out what sounds like an apology
in her airy gibberish, an expression of abject obedience warring with
confusion and shattered defiance on the pretty woman's face.  The woman
rolls her eyes as she walks away, the blonde woman strutting behind her in
her skimpy outfit and black heels.

   The camera switches back to Diana, crawling quickly behind the man.  She
looks around in confusion and nervousness at what is clearly a quite large,
quite nice house.  She crawls along through the kitchen to where the man
opens a door.  She looks up at him with big brown eyes.

   "Harf!" she barks, and tears well up as she tries desperately to say
something again, "Harf!  Harf!"

   He tilts his head at her.

   "Now Daisy - don't be like that.  Go on now.  Out!"

   Diana whines and grimaces as, once again, she does as she's instructed,
padding through the door and out onto the grass.  It is only once the door
is pulled shut behind her that she spins and whines loudly at the sound of
the door locking.

   "Harf!  Harf harf!" she barks at the door.  She crawls over and gets up
on her knees, pawing at it desperately.  She lets out several more barks,
and whines with tears of frustration welling in her eyes as she pushes
ineffectively at the doggy door in the bottom of the frame.

   Finally she falls back onto her haunches, with a sudden sob - the most
human sound she's made in some time.  Though her position is all dog -
hands between her spread thighs --and she doesn't seem to realize that as
she stares at the door with a miserable expression, she is panting, her
small breasts heaving with each quick breath.

   "Rrruf?"

   Diana jerks at the sound.  Trembling, she turns to look behind her - and
makes a small sigh of relief, followed by a small shiver.

   Sitting on the other side of a chain link fence are a number of dogs. 
Quite large ones.  Two Rottweilers sit in the front, flanking a large
German Shepherd.  Looming over them is a tall Great Dane.  There are
several others in what appears to be a small pack in the back yard of the
large house next door.  They are all looking at her with obvious dog-like
curiosity.

   Diana breathes in - and shivers again.  She blinks with a surprised
expression - and then makes a low whine, even as she begins to blush even
through her dark skin.

   The camera quite clearly catches her small nipples hardening suddenly.

   Diana moves forward onto all fours and haltingly, clearly fighting
herself as horrified expressions flicker across her face and vie with her
panting and licking her lips, crawls forward, over to the fence.  She is
trembling as she moves up to the chain links, staring back at the numerous
sets of eyes watching her, and her nostrils flare slightly.

   The German Shepherd pads forward, and makes a small curious "whuf" as he
stands a few inches from the fence.  Then, as Diana simply stares at him
unmoving, he steps forward and presses his nose through the opening between
the wires - and licks Diana's chin.

   Diana jumps and pulls back, staring at the dog.  He looks at her
placidly, panting.  After a few moments, she makes a low, small whine and
bites her bottom lip.  Her eyes well with tears as she whimpers and shakes
--and then makes a strange mix of a whine and a sob.  Shuddering and making
long low whines, her face painted with self-loathing mixed with what is now
clearly arousal, she turns - and backs up to the fence, pressing her ass
against it.

   Her ass - and her sopping wet pussy.

   Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears still dripping out, even as her juices
drip out behind her onto the metal and her legs.  When the German Shepherd
sniffs at her, she gasps - but doesn't move.

   And when he draws his long tongue up her slit between the dark lips of
her pussy the first time, she opens her mouth and lets out a long wordless
whimper.  That slowly gets louder and louder along with the wet slurping
and licking sounds behind her, and the camera lingers for a long moment on
her pretty face as Diana - an expression mixing shock, disgust and abject
lust - gasps and whines in openmouthed pleasure.

   Ginny, as the scene shifts back to her, is stumbling around what appears
to be a cocktail party, carefully carrying a tray filled with glasses of
champagne.  She is clearly not an expert at balancing the tray as people
grab glasses from her, especially in her heels which she clearly is also
lacking expertise in wearing.  Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and
her face seems to be covered by a permanent blush at all of the looks and
laughs clearly directed at her in her incredibly revealing attire.  She
blinks away tears of frustration at her inability to understand anything
anyone seems to be saying to or about her.

   Ginny turns to offer the last champagne glass on the tray to a man
sitting on the couch, when a woman, giggling at her date, slaps her on her
bare ass, poking from beneath her skirt enticingly.  Ginny yelps - and then
makes a horrified sound as she pitches forward, along with the champagne
--with both of them ending up in the lap of the man she had been trying to
serve.

   "Hey!" the man yells in surprise, his crotch suddenly doused with
champagne.

   Ginny looks up at him, with an expression of utter misery and
self-loathing.  She begins to babble in what can only be a sobbing apology
- the utterly subservient expression on her face in striking contrast to
the earlier assertive Ginny.  She looks up from her kneeling position
between his legs, eyes filled with tears as she clearly apologizes and begs
for his forgiveness.

   The man's mouth quirks up in a grin, and he spreads his legs.

   "Well - clean it up, then."

   Ginny looks at him, then down at his spread legs, then up at him, again
slow to understand English.  Finally, she glances around for something to
wipe him off with, and starts to get up.

   "No, just like you are is fine," he says, pushing her head back down.

   Ginny looks up, confused - and then her face takes on a mortified
expression.  But as instructed, she leans in --and begins to lick the man's
crotch through his pants.  The little blonde maid looks disgusted with
herself, but licks him furiously - and after a few moments a noticeable
bulge has appeared.

   "Better get the inside, too," he says, with a grin.  Ginny looks up at
him, and then makes a small noise when she works out what he said, her blue
eyes widening.

   And then, shockingly, she reaches up with small, trembling hands and
slides down his zipper.

   Ginny leans in again, and slides her tongue inside his pants.  The man
moans as she slides her tongue around, licking his cock through the
opening. He shifts slightly - and suddenly his cock pops free.  Ginny makes
a small sound - and without hesitation slides her lips over his shaft.

   The man groans loudly as her blonde had begins to bob up and down.  Any
protests Ginny might have wanted to make seem to be lost as she makes small
happy noises, slurping at the unknown man's cock.  Suddenly, the man moans
loudly, and begins cumming into Ginny's mouth.  She makes a small squeal of
delight, and begins to gulp at it, sucking down his warm cum
enthusiastically.

   As he finally winds down, gasping, she sucks gently at his cock, pulling
every last drop of cum out of him.  She shivers slightly --

   "Ginny!"

   The blonde woman yanks her head up, the man's cock sliding from her red
lips.  She looks around - and turns scarlet at the group of people all
watching the show with amusement.  Stepping through the middle of the group
is the woman who is clearly her employer, looking furious.

   "How many times do I have to tell you to stop sucking off the guests!"

   Ginny begins to cry, stammering out another incoherent apology.

   "Hey, I'm not complaining," the man says with a laugh, tucking his cock
back into his pants.

   "Ugh," the woman says, rolling her eyes, "She's not only dumb as a
stone, but she can't seem to keep herself from sucking or fucking at every
opportunity."

   "Well - maybe we should take advantage of that."

   The woman pauses, and looks down at the sobbing, blushing Ginny, and
then smirks.

   "You know, that's a not a bad idea."

   The woman crouches down next to the crying blonde girl and grabs her
chin, tilting Ginny's head up to face her.

   "Ginny," the woman says with exaggerated slowness, "you are going to
clean every cock at our party like you did Mr.  Clemens.  Do you
understand?"

   Ginny mouths the words, trying to follow along - and then suddenly her
blue eyes go wide and she makes a moan of protest, trying to shake her
head. But her mistress holds her chin firmly between her painted nails.

   "Don't you dare talk back.  You will service all of my guests equally.
Do you understand me?"

   Ginny, after time to sort out the words, sobs, clearly trying to fight
her persona, but finally stammers out one word that is understandable in
her otherwise incomprehensible faux-french:

   "Ou-oui."

   "And you will not let one drop of cum land on my floor, do you hear me?
If it does, you will clean it up immediately, and you know exactly how -
don't you?

   "Oui," Ginny sobs again, with a helpless shudder.

   "Can we do anything else with her?" one of the growing group of
onlookers says.

   "Oh, Ginny will do anything asked of her tonight - won't you, Ginny?"

   Ginny, too dismayed to say anything else simply chokes out a sob and
nods her head.

   The woman releases her grip on Ginny's chin and stands.

   "Well - get started, girl."

   Sniffling, Ginny crawls over to one of the men standing around watching
and begins to fumble at his pants.  In moments, his cock springs free, and
with the barest of hesitation she slides her red lips around it --

   Diana is letting out a long, whining howl of pleasure as she cums from
the dog tongue buried in her pussy.  Tears stream down her face, but it is
clear that she is incredibly aroused - from the marks on her ass where she
has been grinding back against the chain link fence to give the dog better
access, and the dripping wetness of her cunt running down the metal links
as well as her dark thighs.

   And as the large Rottweiler pulls his wet muzzle from her pussy, licking
his chops, it is clear that she's been enjoying more than one of the pack
licking her like this for a while.  Gasping, Diana blinks and shudders as
her orgasm winds down --and then lets out a low, pitiful whine of
self-disgust at herself.  She draws a shaking breath --

   "Whuf."

   Diana freezes --and then turns her head slowly, and her eyes grow wide
with fear.

   The German Shepherd who was first licking her is standing a few feet
away, on her side of the fence.

   Diana begins to whimper pathetically and pulls herself away from the
fence, starting to back away from the large dog.

   "WOOF!"

   The German Shepherd lets out a loud, angry bark followed by a low growl
- and suddenly Diana pitches forward with her ass in the air, whining and
groveling.  Her eyes are wide with a mix of submission and confusion as she
cowers in the grass, rubbing her small breasts against the ground in an
utterly submissive pose.  She looks up as the Shepherd walks closer to her,
sniffing her trembling form.

   Suddenly Diana's face darkens and she makes a strangled, humiliated
sound.  Urine runs down the inside of her thighs as she pees herself
submissively in front of the dominant dog.

   Diana closes her eyes, crying softly at her degradation - and then her
eyes spring open again at a soft whuf behind her.  Suddenly, through sheer
horror at what she is doing, Diana seems to gain some self control - and
tries to struggle back up to all fours again, to escape, to --

   With a low bark, the large German Shepherd suddenly clambers onto
Diana's back, and with one swift thrust slams his hard cock into the
kneeling girl.

   Diana howls as she cums with the dog suddenly inside her, her pretty
face a mask of horror, disgust, and complete and utter explosive pleasure
as her new lover begins to rapidly thrust in and out of the dark-skinned
woman.



   Dani makes small pathetic sounds as her mouth slides up and down the
shaft of the cock between her lips.  The noises sound like sobs, but the
enthusiasm with which she is sucking on the cock of the groaning guy
kneeling next to her on the bed as she holds herself up on her elbows would
seem to belie the small whimpering sounds.

   From a closer look at the tiny redhead, it is quite clear that this is
far from the first cock she's been servicing.  Her small breasts are
smeared with cum from at least one but more likely several guys, and
droplets of cum dribble down her chin and neck, as well as streak that has
splattered across her hair.

   As the man groans, it becomes clear where the mess has come from.  He
pulls his cock from her lips and she wraps a small hand around it, stroking
him until he yells and blasts out hot sticky cum into her wide open mouth.
His cum sprays across her tongue and lips, though a few streams splatter
across her pretty face.  Dani makes a choked sob, along with a small moan,
but catches almost all of the cum in her mouth - and then, as the man falls
away, gulps it down with a shudder.

   Before the dazed redhead can do anything else, another athletic looking
man crawls up onto the bed, lifting her small feet up and back to part her
slim, trembling legs.  Her cunt has clearly been fucked repeatedly - it
gapes open slightly, her pink hole twitching, and cum dribbles out of her
as well as being smeared across the inside of her thighs.  She looks up at
the latest man to be mounting her and makes a small whimpering sob of what
almost sounds like protest - but then lays back with her legs pulled wide,
panting with arousal.

   "Damn, Jane --your girlfriend is just a complete little slut, isn't
she?" the young-looking guy who just came in Dani's mouth says, watching
the little redhead arrange herself for another fucking.

   Any response from Jane - not currently on camera - is cut off by the
sudden loud squeal Dani makes as the man on top of her thrusts into her
sloppy pussy and begins to fuck her with her little body almost bent in
half, her ankles pressing into his shoulders.  Dani squeals with every
thrust, seemingly already cumming as "Matt, Dan's step-brother" pounds into
her repeatedly, her wet pussy squelching messily around his thick cock.

   The guy who just came in Dani's mouth - "Jack, Jane's cousin" - turns to
look behind him, and the camera follows as his eyes widen.

   Jane is preoccupied herself - though not nearly so messy as Dani.  Her
eyes are wild with lust and a little madness as she fucks a gasping and
moaning girl on the carpet.  The teenager beneath her is even younger
looking than Jack, and with quite similar coloring - black curly hair,
tanned skin.  The girl is tiny, although with surprisingly large breasts
that bounce with each of Jane's thrusts, her dark nipples hard with
arousal. Jane's own pale breasts bounce and sway above the small girl's
face as she moans loudly, a surprised look on her face.

   "Oh my god --Jane," the younger man says in shock with his glistening
cock dangling in front of him, "What --what are you doing with my sister?!"

   A moment later, text appears beside the moaning teen Jane is fucking,
identifying her as "Holly, Jane's cousin."

   Jane looks up at Jack with a slightly mad look on her face, and says in
a voice thick with lust:

   "Disgusting, isn't it - me fucking my little cousin?  Maybe you'd better
punish me with a taste of my own medicine --"

   Jack blinks at her for a moment, and then stumbles forward, cock already
hard again thanks to the resiliency of youth.  He sinks to his knees behind
his redheaded cousin, and - after a moment to line himself up - plunges his
cock deep into Jane's wet pussy, sliding into the red fur to the hilt. 
Jane moans loudly with an oddly surprised look on her face, and thrusts
into Holly beneath her, eliciting a squeal from the younger girl.  After a
few moments, the three of them are moaning and clearly close to a group
orgasm, with the hermaphroditic Jane sandwiched between, inside, and around
her younger cousins.

   On the bed, Dani is shrieking out yet another orgasm as her former
step-brother cums inside her, her back arched and her small tits stretched
taut across her chest.  As she looks down the back of the man grinding
between her legs, the line to fuck the tiny redhead stretches out the door.



   "Mommy - please!  Stop!"

   Zara - in Kay's body - is crying as she watches with horror and disgust
what her mother is doing with her own supple teenage body.  Zara is sitting
against the wall, knees pulled up to her large fake tits with her arms
wrapped around them in a childishly fetal position as her mascara runs down
her cheeks with her tears.  She rocks back and forth miserably as the
various people in the party seem to be ignoring her.

   Kay, meanwhile - in her daughter's body - simply moans in response. 
It's hardly as if she could do anything with one large cock plunging in and
out of her wet pussy from behind while another is deep in her mouth.  It is
quite clear that Zara's body has become *much* more experienced over the
last several hours, as Kay is covered in even more cum than Dani had been
in the previous scene.

   Cum from probably at least a dozen guys drips down the pale thighs
formerly belonging to Zara, with a pool of it on the floor beneath her. 
Several more have clearly cum between her monstrous tits - long since
unwrapped and freed from her outfit - which dangle down heavily and shine
with the glistening slime of multiple men, and her nipples drag along the
floor, sliding through the cum that has dripped out of her pussy and mouth.
How much Kay has gulped down with her mouth is a mystery, but probably at
least as much as has gone into her cunt, and several more have clearly gone
for the more dramatic effect, as Kay's makeup is smeared along with the cum
on her face and splattered in her black hair.

   Kay - with Zara's muffled voice - begins to squeal as the guy cums in
her mouth and she gulps it down expertly into her daughter's tummy.  After
several long gulps, the man slides his cock from between her sweet lips
with a groan, and steps away.  Kay gasps for breath, and then looks over at
her own body, occupied by her sobbing daughter.  Kay makes a small hiccup,
and then a burp that lets a little of the swallowed cum escape her mouth.
Kay giggles as she looks over at Zara, interrupted by a gasp at a thrust
from the guy behind her.

   "Oh, sweetie," Kay giggles, "I - ungh - I don't think your tummy can
hold much more - ohhhh - cum in it."

   Zara makes a wordless sob, shaking her head in denial.

   "You know - ohhhhhhh - Zara," Kay groans, "you should try my body out
instead of sitting there like a lump."

   "Shut up," whimpers Zara.

   "I mean it's onl-unnngggg-y fair, right?"

   "Shut up," sobs Zara, a little louder.

   "Besides --pretty soon, I think - oh fuck yeah baby - I might have had
more guys cum in *your* body than have ever cum in mine --"

   "Shut up.  Shut up!  SHUT UP!"

   Zara pops to her feet with a girlish screech of fury in her mother's
body, tears streaming down her cheeks.  But rather than being distressed by
it, Kay simply giggles as she looks between Zara's tanned legs.

   "Oh my Zara - I do believe you *like* watching yourself get used like a
party favor --"

   Zara looks down with horror - to find that her mother's thighs are
coated with dripping pussy juice.  She blushes dark red as she sees the
shockingly large puddle of it where she was sitting a few moments ago.  Her
face snaps up to glare at her mother, still bouncing on all fours in front
of the grinning guy behind her, who has slowed down as he seems to be
enjoying the spectacle as well as Kay's naked body.

   "This isn't me!  I-it's you!" Zara sobs, "Your body is a total slutbag
just like you are!"

   "Mmmm --maybe," Kay moans, "And just *think* what all this fucking is
doing to your sweet little innocent body --"

   "Nooo," whimpers Zara.

   "Your mouth loooves the taste of cum now --"

   "Nooo --please --"

   "And your tight little pussy?  I think it's all wrecked and stretched
out now --"

   "Please, Mommy --"

   Suddenly Kay's mouth forms a little 'o' and lights up with something
that looks like inspiration.

   "Ooo --I have an idea!"

   Kay squirms to look over her shoulder, her huge slippery tits slapping
together as she does.  She looks up at the guy holding her hips.

   "You wanna break in my virgin ass?"

   The guy looks like he's died and gone to heaven, but Zara makes a
strangled noise, eyes widening with abject horror.

   "NOOO!  Mommy you can't!  Please!  Not there!"

   Kay turns back to her daughter with an evil grin.

   "Oh come on - you'll be nice and broken in when you get back to your
body!  The first few times in your ass really hurt, but after that it's
*amazing*," Kay fake pouts at her daughter, "Aren't I a good mother, doing
this for you?"

   Zara looks utterly disgusted.

   "Please, mommy," she sobs, "Not there.  It's sick --"

   Kay licks her lips, and then smirks.

   "Tell you what, sweetie --my friend here can either cum in your pretty
little ass --or you can let him fuck you in my body instead."

   Zara stares at her mother with a disbelieving expression, mouth open. 
Kay simply smiles sweetly up at her.

   "Up to you, sweetie."

   Zara finally makes a pained moan, and then shakily lowers herself to the
floor.  She turns on all fours to offer Kay's behind to the man fucking her
own body, closing her eyes with a soft whimper.

   The man has a slightly disappointed expression, but as he begins to pull
out of Kay, she leans back and whispers something in his ear.  After a
moment he grins and pulls all the way out of her with a slurp, eliciting a
disappointed gasp from Kay (as well as a stream of pussy juice mixed with
quite a bit of cum from her gaping pussy).

   The man maneuvers behind the trembling Zara in Kay's tanned body, and
kneels down.  As he grabs her hips, Zara gasps and squeezes her eyes
tighter.  The man grins, massaging Zara's toned MILF ass for a moment, and
then spreads her slightly.

   Zara's eyes spring open with sudden shock and horror and she has just
enough time to squeal out a protest as the man's cock - slick and wet with
her former body's pussy juice and the cum inside Kay - presses against the
brownish-pink star of her asshole.

   "WAIT!  NOT THERE NOTunnNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

   Zara's horrified wail of protest is cut off in a pained, shocked grunt
as the man begins to force his cock into her ass.  And thus Zara's very
first non-drug-addled fuck is from a cock in her ass --and not even her own
ass, but her mother's clearly previously-used ass.

   And barely a few moments later, Zara's first anal orgasm explodes
through Kay's body.

   "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!  AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

   Kay watches her daughter in her body screaming at the top of her lungs
with what appears to be a mix of mind-blowing pain/pleasure.  The hungry,
somewhat surprised, and fascinated expression that Kay wears on Zara's face
is clearly that of someone much older, much more deviant than poor little
Zara could ever be.  After a moment, Kay grins with burning eyes as she
stares at her own body being so violated, and then she wiggles her own ass
to help the new large black man behind her begin to work his massive cock
into Kay's (Zara's) pussy, grunting as she stretches around it.  Even when
she comes with a squeal, her eyes never leave her daughter being ass-fucked
to a mind-numbing orgasm in her own MILF body.



   Kaitlyn is gulping down the cum from yet another cock, streaks of cum
running down her chin from her several previous satisfied customers.  And
there is no doubt that customers is exactly the right term, given the pile
of five dollar bills stacked on the table next to her.  Around her, a
number of bar patrons cheer and egg on the man groaning as he fucks
Kaitlyn's pretty face.

   At some point, her tight top was pulled down, exposing her large and
nearly perfect tits.  As the other cock in her hand jerks and suddenly
sprays warm cum over her exposed breasts, Kaitlyn makes a little surprised
sound even as she finishes sucking down the cum from the cock between her
lips.

   As the man in her mouth slides away, and the cock in her hand stops
spurting over her chest, Kaitlyn shudders and a horrified expression again
starts to creep over her pretty face.  She starts to rise from her kneeling
position --

   "So girl, you've been renting your mouth out - but is that sweet pussy
of yours open for business too?" a skinny man with a mustache asks with a
lascivious grin.

   Kaitlyn shudders with horror, but - in spite of her obvious dismay, she
jerks her chin in a quick nod.  The man - along with the others surrounding
them for a moment - looks surprised for a moment, and then before anyone
else can say anything, yells out:

   "Hot damn!  How about --ten dollars for that pretty pussy?"

   Kaitlyn manages to get out a strangled moan before nodding in agreement
this time.  There is a pause and then another explosion of jeers and other
men frantically pulling out cash.  However, the skinny man holds out his
ten first and waves it in front of Kaitlyn.  The pretty blonde grabs it and
then turns, eyes filled with horror, to lay across a table in one of the
booths.  Her pretty tits are pressed against the sticky surface as she
spreads her long legs, causing her tiny skirt to slide up around her hips
--

   "Oh fuck yeah!"

   The skinny man quickly begins to unbuckle his pants at the sight of the
blonde's sweet pink pussy from behind.  A surprisingly large cock springs
free as he steps forward, presses his cock between Kaitlyn's slick lips,
and thrusts into the gorgeous teen.

   Kaitlyn lets out a loud, shocked grunt at the sudden stretching from the
man's large cock, eliciting another round of laughter and cheers from
around the room.  Kaitlyn begins to grunt in time with his thrusts, mouth
open in surprised pleasure as the man groans behind her in delight.

   As she is being fucked from behind to the enthusiastic chants of the
onlookers, a woman suddenly clambers into the booth next to her.  The
waitress - an older but still pretty woman with dyed red hair and numerous
tattoos - climbs onto the table in front of Kaitlyn, who looks up at her
with another grunt.

   "You've been busy enough with that pretty mouth of yours today," the
woman says with a thick southern accent, "Ah expect five bucks for a lick
is fair, right?"

   Kaitlyn's face screws up in brief disgust at the realization of what the
woman is asking for, but once again can't seem to help but respond:

   "Ye-unggh!!"

   The woman grins, taking that for an affirmative, and drops a five on the
table next to Kaitlyn's head.  Then, with a grin at the cheering crowd, she
shimmies her bottom down toward's Kaitlyn's face, slides her skirt up, and
pulls her panties to one side giving everyone a look at her shaved pussy
with a little heart tattooed next to it.  Kaitlyn moans, and then drops her
face to the woman's cunt, beginning to lap at it wetly.

   This - plus the waitresses low purr of delight - is clearly too much for
the man plowing into Kaitlyn from behind.  He lets out a yell, and then
slams into Kaitlyn as he begins to cum inside her young body.  Kaitlyn
begins to shake and is clearly cumming herself, moaning into the pussy of
the waitress.

   Finally, the man pulls out of the blonde girl with a wet slurp, his cum
dripping between her thighs.  Almost immediately another ten joins the pile
as another man lines up his cock and slides into Kaitlyn's open cunt.

   The camera follows one of the younger men in the back of the room as he
turns and steps into the tattoo parlor.

   "Charlie," he yells, "You gotta get in here!  You wouldn't believe what
this girl --"

   The man trails off as he stares at the scene in the tattoo parlor.

   Abby is completely naked on the chair, any pretense at modesty long
gone. She is gasping and shaking in what are clearly the final throes of an
explosive orgasm.  From the splattered juices she's squirted across the
chair and floor, as well as the arms of the man who pierced her, it is
pretty clear why.

   Between Abby's legs, which are pulled up and back to give both access
and an incredibly lewd view of the tiny woman, Abby's clit is swollen from
the huge ring that has been put through it, matching the jingling rings in
her nipples precisely.

   It is clear that the piercing artist has been busy.  As Abby groans, a
large barbell piercing is quite visible in the middle of her tongue, the
balls on either end a bright pink.  The pink matches the glittering stud in
her little nose, as well as the glittering heart adorning her bellybutton.
Her ears have a number of additional piercings beyond her earlier two,
small glittering sparkly studs lining each of them.

   As she comes down from her high, she blinks rapidly --and slowly a
dismayed expression creeps over her delicate features.  She looks down at
her little body - now glittering with her new piercings - and makes a small
moan.  She quickly closes her legs as she sees the new arrival staring at
her open-mouthed, and pulls her knees up to her chest in a cutely fetal
pose.

   "Oh god --oh god," she breathes.

   "Damn, Charlie - what are you doin' to this poor girl?"

   Charlie raises an eybrow at the man, now staring at little Abby as she
rocks on the chair gently.  He flushes slightly with a guilty expression
that belies his rough appearance.

   "Nothin' she didn't ask for, Johnny boy.  She *really* likes them
piercings."

   Johnny walks over, clearly enamored of the angelic little woman, and
then stops to look at her back.

   "You are a pretty little angel, aren't you?"

   Abby looks up, blinking with wide eyes, and then glances over her
shoulder.  For the first time in the show, the small angel wings tattooed
on her back are clearly visible - pretty feathered wings that stretch
across her upper back.  Abby blinks at them almost as if she'd forgotten
she had them.

   "You like tattoos?"

   Abby suddenly draws a shuddering breath, her eyes going wide as they did
when she first looked at the piercings.  She lets out a small whimper, and
then glances up at Johnny.

   "Y-yes," she breathes.  Then she looks over at Charlie.

   "Tattoo me," Abby practically moans.

   Charlie blinks in surprise.

   "Uh - well --OK.  What do you want?"

   "I - I don't," Abby blinks, and then looks at Johnny again.  Her little
brow furrows and then she blurts out:

   "Whatever he wants."

   Johnny's eyes widen, and then a grin spreads over his face.

   "Really?"

   "Yessss," moans Abby, "Hurry!"

   Johnny, seeing the girl's increasing desperation, grins wider.

   "Hmmm --turn over."

   Abby obediantly shifts in the chair, turning her small body over and
kneeling with her back and cute little ass pointed at Johnny and Charlie.
Johnny walks over to her and runs a finger along the feathers of her little
angel wings.

   "So - are you really a little angel?"

   Abby shivers as he strokes a finger down her spine, pausing at the base,
and then sliding it over the curve of her little ass and down the back of
her slender thigh.  He looks over at Charlie with a lopsided grin.

   "Or maybe a little devil?"

   Abby moans and closes her eyes with another little shudder as Charlie
grabs his tattoo gun, nodding as Johnny describes what he wants in a low
voice.  Charlie listens, nodding, a half-smile slowly forming on his lips.
Finally he slides his chair over to Abby, her breath coming in small
excited gasps.

   As his chittering tattoo gun touches her lower back, Abby's eyes spring
open and she lets out a shocked pleasure-filled groan, as though Charlie
had slid his cock into her instead of beginning to ink her back.  Johnny
watches in amazement for several moments as the girl - though staying still
to allow Charlie to work - groans with pleasure as the tattoo begins to
grow.

   After a few amazed moments, Johnny hurries back into the bar, glancing
over his shoulder with a grin.



   Ginny is making a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as she gulps
down the cum from one cock in her mouth and slides herself up and down on
another cock beneath her body, her pussy making sloppy wet sounds as she
does.  A third cock is in her hand and begins to erupt, as she carefully
aims it at her chest, trapping the cum between her small breasts, her dress
having been pulled down around her waist sometime earlier.

   It is clear she has been at this some time, from various dribbles of cum
across her face and chest, though as instructed she seems to be doing her
best to keep it all clean.  Indeed, as her mouth slides off of the cock
that had been erupting down her throat, she very carefully - and with only
a tiny choked sob - begins to scoop the cum from between her small breasts
and lap it up off of her hand.  As she licks, the man beneath her groans,
and Ginny begins to gasp and shudder softly, clearly cumming as he shoots
inside her.

   "Ooui, ooooui, ooooui," she moans, pitifully, squeezing every last drop
out of the man beneath her.

   "Everyone enjoying our little house-slut?"

   Ginny looks up at the voice of her mistress, who is walking into the
room, grinning down at the messy little blonde.  Ginny simply looks
submissive and humiliated as she tries to sort out what the woman is
saying, and blushes deeply as she gets it from the chorus of enthusiastic
yesses from the group.

   "Excellent - well, I need to borrow her and the room for a moment, if
none of you mind --"

   There is a series of giggles as the woman walks forward, but the guests
retreat out the door as instructed.  She is holding up her skirt balled in
her hand in a surprisingly revealing pose - she actually looks a little
embarrassed.  The otherwise impeccably dressed and made-up woman is missing
her panties, and has clearly been recently fucked - her neatly trimmed
brown bush is matted down and droplets of cum are dripping from her slick
pussy lips.  Some of it runs down the inside of the womans thighs as well,
over her black stockings.

   "Well," she gasps, "I certainly can't hold this any longer.  Clean me
up, Ginny."

   Ginny makes a small horrified noise as the woman visibly relaxes - and a
sudden rivulet of cum begins to drip out of her pussy, clearly from more
than one guy.  Ginny's eyes widen as the slimy leavings begin to run down
the woman's legs --and to drip onto the floor between them.

   With a strangled sound, Ginny lunges forward off of the cock between her
legs.  Automatically, the same compulsion driving her forward causes her to
drop a slender hand between her thighs, cupped to catch the cum dripping
out of her own pussy before it can hit the floor.  Face bright red with
humiliation, Ginny dives between her mistresses spread feet, and begins to
lick up the droplets of cum that have splattered on the hardwood floor.

   She makes a small humiliated whimper as another drop of the cum from
inside the woman drips onto the back of her blond hair, but she keeps
licking.

   The woman looks up as her husband comes into the room wearing a broad
grin, passing the man who had been under Ginny, fastening his pants as he
leaves.  His wife looks up at him as he throws himself onto the couch, and
then she looks down with a surprisingly demure expression, face burning
with embarrassment - though her small nipples are visibly hard through her
dress.

   "Enjoying yourself?"

   "Oh, yes," he says, his grin broadening as he looks down at the blonde.
Ginny has cleaned up the cum on the floor, and begins to lap at the cum on
her mistresses shiny shoes, cum dripping down her blonde hair onto her
back.

   "I can't believe you made me do that," the woman says, with another odd
flash of anger and embarrassment.

   "*Made* you, honey?  I just got you all excited.  Is it my fault that
with your legs spread like that, Bob couldn't resist sliding his cock
inside?  And you certainly didn't protest --"

   The woman glares at him as Ginny continues to lap up the surprising
amount of cum dripping down her thighs.

   "I was blindfolded!  I thought it was you!"

   The man simply grins wider.

   "Bob maybe.  What about Dave?  Or Russell?  Or Deshawn?  You certainly
didn't seem to mind as they each took their turn inside you, sweetie --"

   The woman is trembling with an obvious mixture of embarrassment, arousal
and anger, and opens her mouth to say something else --

    --but cuts off in a surprised moan with a stunned look on her face as
Ginny runs her tongue between the woman's pussy lips, continuing her
cleaning as instructed.

   The husband and wife both look shocked that Ginny seems to be proceeding
happily, licking the woman's used pussy, but the woman's surprise quickly
fades to moans of excitement, as her husband's expression shifts back to an
even broader grin.

   "Oh god, that's *hot*."

   The wife just gasps moans as Ginny buries her pretty face in the woman's
messy pussy, licking and sucking the brown-haired woman.  The husband
stares for a moment, licking his lips, as his wife's moans grow deeper and
louder.  Then he gets up and walks around behind Ginny.  His wife gasps and
grunts, eyes following him with an odd mix of lust and confusion.

   "You're probably wondering why you're letting a girl lick you like that,
given that you've always found the idea disgusting, aren't you?"

   His wife simply moans wordlessly, trying to speak but clearly unable to
through her pleasure.

   "I guess I didn't *exactly* tell you what new product the party we're
throwing tonight is for.  You see - we developed a new drug that is an
*amazingly* effective --well, we're calling it a female aphrodisiac, but
it's so much more.  Once a woman has taken it, it both massively boosts her
ability to feel pleasure, and starts building a rapid addiction to sex.  At
the beginning, it mostly means that once a girl gets very turned on, it's
almost impossible for her to stop on her own --and the hornier she gets,
the more docile she gets --"

   He grins evilly at his wife, who is gasping and whimpering loudly even
as she stares at him with a horror-stricken expression.  She trembles,
obviously trying to fight herself, as he reaches up and slides the shoulder
straps of her dress down over her arms, lowering the dress to expose her
large breasts.  They are stunningly perfect - in spite of her age, natural
perky pale C-cups with tiny pink nipples.  They are the kind of breasts
that porn stars wish they could have.

   "And what we find is that if a girl cums while on the drug, somewhere
between the fourth and sixth orgasm while the drug is active - it lasts
about 24 hours - not only do the effects become permanent, but it also
starts a slow degradation of the woman's will.  Where over time, it takes
less and less arousal to trigger her lust, and she becomes more and more
docile and obedient - as well as a loss of an ability to focus.  Not
dumber, exactly - just so constantly aroused that it is apparently quite
distracting."

   The woman is sobbing now, even as she moans, clearly very close to
cumming.  Her large breasts tremble with each moan and sob.  The man grins
at his wife's horror, unbuckling his pants and kneeing behind the little
blonde Ginny, still lapping and her hand still cupped beneath her with the
last guy's cum.

   "For example, little Ginny here used to be a lawyer that was suing us in
one of our international locations.  Quite the rising star, and also quite
the little prude, as I understand it.  She was given the drug about six
months ago, I believe.  We thought placing her as our maid after about two
months was a nice opportunity to observe the ongoing effects over time. 
Life as a maid being about the *best* a girl in her state can manage."

   As his cock springs free, he grins up at his wife's tear-streaked face.
She is clearly biting her lip in an attempt to push back her orgasm.  He
stares up at her as he positions his cock at the entrance to Ginny's
well-used pussy.

   "Tell me honey - you've come --what, three, four times already?  Boy - I
sure hope you can keep from coming again in the next, oh, twenty-two hours
or so.  Otherwise I think you're probably going to end up just like poor
Ginny here..."

   With that, he plunges his cock into Ginny, who squeals in an almost
immediate orgasm as he enters her.  His wife opens her mouth with a gasp as
the blonde girl moans into her mistress's cunt - and then suddenly, with a
horrified look, the brown-haired woman begins to cum in long moaning wails,
her perfect breasts heaving --

   The shot suddenly jumps to Diana, clearly in the throes of unwanted
pleasure herself.  The pretty dark-skinned woman's eyes are wide with
horrified pleasure, even as tears stream down her cheeks.  She is making a
series of small whimpering barks, and her body is rocking back and forth -
and as the camera pulls back, the reason becomes clear.

   The Great Dane towers over her, plunging its large cock into her
upturned pussy.  It is so large that it is standing on all fours to fuck
her rather than resting on her back.

   Suddenly Diana makes a strange choked bark - and then begins to wind up
into a long, high howl, clearly cumming hard.  Above her, the Great Dane
whuffs, continuing to hump the willing receptacle beneath him.

   After a shockingly long time, Diana's orgasm begins to subside, her howl
tapering off into a choked set of sobs and whimpers as she shakes and
shudders beneath the massive canine breeding her.  As slowly regains
control of her shaking body, she looks down --and begins to let out a long
set of mournful, surprisingly feminine-sounding whimpers as tears roll from
her eyes.  The camera pans downward.

   Diana's hands are gone.  In their place are a pair of dainty dark-furred
dog's paws, almost up to her elbows.  And as the camera watches, the fur
and reshaping of her arms into paws is creeping upwards - slowly, but fast
enough to be visible.

   Diana begins to whine and sob - and start to try to pull away from the
Great Dane.  Her face wraps up in a grimace of pain as she whines loudly,
and begins to try to wriggle her ass around beneath him.  The camera
catches her legs - also now the hind legs of a dog almost to her knees, and
slowly becoming moreso as she struggles.  The Great Dane, seemingly
unconcerned, lifts one leg as Diana twists out from underneath him.  She
appears to be stuck on something --

   Suddenly, with a slurping pop, the dog's huge knot pulls from inside her
pussy.  She is left gaping wide as a rush of cum pours out of her,
splattering across her already quite messy thighs and the matted fur of her
hind paws.  The Dane, as unconcerned as before, turns and wanders off to
one side, where he settles down in a huff.

   Diana looks down again, and lets out another whine of horror.  The fur
seems to have stopped growing --above her elbows.  With a whimper she looks
back at her lovely legs and finds them also transformed so that she has
lost her human knees.  Her poor abused pussy gapes wide where clearly more
than one knot has been pulled out of it.  She whines miserably for a moment
--

   And then a shiver goes through her.  She whimpers softly for a moment,
and then looks up --her eyes still filled with misery, but now also with a
growing hunger.

   The camera follows her eyes around to show her surrounded by the rest of
the pack.  Most of whom - from their panting and still-knot-swollen
positions - have already had their turn with the pack bitch.  Diana grits
her teeth, clearly struggling --

   Then with a groan, she levers herself up - walking quite strangely with
her ass high in the air as her hind legs are too long for a dog, but too
short and shaped wrong to crawl like a human - and begins to walk over to
one of the large Rottweilers.  The one of the two that doesn't appear to
have had her yet.

   She whines softly as she approaches, and he lifts a large head to watch
her with his big brown eyes - oddly similar to her own.  He lays there
panting as she stand in front of him, and tries to jiggle herself
enticingly.  After a moment she turns, eyes closed, and offers herself to
him.  But the dog seems oddly disinterested.

   Looking a little panicked, Diana begins to whine, lowering herself as
best she can and wagging her ass back and forth.  But the Rottweiler simply
gets up, wanders a few feet away, and lays down again.

   Diana, her pretty face written with humiliation not only at what she is
doing, and what she has become, but now at being rejected by a *dog*,
stares after him hungrily.  She stands there, whining and licking her lips
for a few moments.

   And then, with a low whine of self-loathing, she walks over, lowers her
head - and begins to lick gently at the small soft pocket between his legs.

   The Rottweiler lifts a leg absently and makes a small whuf, as poor
Diana makes an involuntary whine of delight as his cock begins to emerge
from his sheath.  She continues to lick, face written with her humiliation.

   She doesn't seem to notice that as she teases him to hardness, her
tongue seems to be growing longer --

   Tears stream down Rhys' cheeks as she lets out long, low, muffled
squeals around the massive cock being shoved down her throat, humping back
against the similarly massive cock stretching her pussy.  Both the girth
and length of the horse-boys cocks make it seem impossible that her poor
abused body could accommodate them - somehow her throat and cunt must
clearly be undergoing some sort of transformation inside for her to be
taking the enormous members inside of her.

   Suddenly Rhys eyes widen and she begins to jerk and struggle, even as
the horse-boys begin to whinny - it is clear that they are cumming deep
inside the poor girl.  Her large tits bounce and flop around as she gurgles
and moans - and then her eyes roll up in her head as she seems to be
overwhelmed by an almost painfully intense orgasm of her own.  After a few
moments, she goes limp, her heavy body being bounced back and forth between
the two cumming pony boys.  Shockingly, her belly seems to be visibly
swelling from the buckets of cum pouring into her.

   Even more shockingly - Rhys tits, already quite large - seem to be
swelling as well.  As they dangle beneath her limp, dazed body they surge
outward ever so slightly with each pumping of cum from the two pony boys.

   Finally, with a nicker, the two pony boys prance slightly - and then
step back from the girl they are trying to breed, their monster cocks
sliding out of her with a loud wet slurp.  This draws a squeal from Rhys -
whether of pain or pleasure it is difficult to say.  However, as the cock
exits her pussy, leaving it gaping massively wide, it is followed by a
shocking rush of cum down Rhys' thighs - to add to the huge puddle already
beneath her soaking into the ground.  Her tortured pussy twitches, trying
to regain its former shape.

   As the cock in her mouth slides out, Rhys sobs, then chokes, and then
heaves up what seems like a bucket of cum from her swollen belly.  It runs
down her chin in sticky streams, pouring into the similar puddle in front
of her.

   While her belly shrinks as she ejects the cum, her swaying, heavy tits
do not.

   Finally, cum dripping from her front and her rear, Rhys dangles there
whimpering softly.  Then she looks up --

   The next two ponyboys are eagerly moving into position.

   Rhys shakes her head weakly, and murmurs in a hoarse voice:

   "Please --no more --no mrrrmmgpgpgh!"

   She is cut off as the pony boy in front of her begins to force his
horsey cock down her throat once more, and then moans again as the one
behind her begins to work himself inside her pussy.  Her moan seems to be
more pleasure than pain this time.  And after a moment, even as tears run
down her cheeks, she begins to work her bound body back and forth between
the monstrous cocks impaling her.

   The camera shifts to the tea party.  The partygoers seem to be enjoying
themselves, clapping and laughing.  Most of them are now naked - tiny women
and tiny men clambering over each other with wild abandon.  Over the din of
what is rapidly becoming an orgy, the high-pitched voice of a girl can be
heard having a loud, explosive orgasm.

   As the camera pans upward, the voice is identified as belonging to Kris.

   Kris squeals out in pleasure as his cock is milked yet again into the
bowl beneath him.  The sounds coming from his mouth are utterly feminine -
high, breathy wails of pleasure, sounding for all the world like the
perfect fantasy of a girl's orgasm.

   He doesn't seem to be aware, however - his eyes remain glassy in their
drugged haze.  He continues to stare into the distance at his girlfriend's
ongoing breeding on the end of two horse cocks - he is panting with arousal
as he watches her ongoing humiliation.

   Beneath him, the small man who is currently milking Kris' cock looks up
with a grin.  The bowl is almost full to the top with what must be at least
two dozen orgasms worth of cum.  The two tiny women suckling at his tits
also look up with wide eyes, as the Hatter walks around to look at Kris, as
his orgasm winds down, the very last grunts becoming male-sounding again.

   "Alice!  You sound so much better!  How do you feel?"

   Kris' eyes flick briefly to the hatter, then back to staring hungrily at
Rhys.  He moans softly as another pair of hands wrap around his seemingly
permanently hard cock.  But finally he manages to stammer out in a hoarse
voice:

   "Th-thirsty."

   The Hatter immediately spins around.

   "A drink!  A drink for Alice!"

   There is a great rush and chatter amongst the partygoers.  But after a
few moments, as they look in kettles and cups, it is followed by a cry of
dismay.

   "We have no more tea!"

   The Hatter looks aghast, then cries:

   "Another drink then!  Cream?  Water?  Juice?"

   Each of these is met with a dismayed negative.

   "Oh, poor Alice," moans the Hatter, "We must sate your thirst!  But
how?!"

   Kris moans softly, barely able to focus any more.

   "I know!  I know!"

   The Hatter looks back at the squeak of one of the tiny women's voices -
and his mouth widens in over-acted surprise.

   "Of course!  Just the thing!  Bring it forward for Alice!"

   The camera turns as the little woman totters forward --carrying in her
arms the bowl full of Kris' cum.  The warm goo sloshes back and forth as
she walks around and holds the bowl in front of him, and she grins a bright
cherubic smile at her ingenuity.

   "Drink!  Drink!" she says, cheerily.

   Kris, still looking into the distance at Rhys as one of the horse boys
cums inside her again, opens his mouth without looking.  She tilts the bowl
forward --

   Kris makes a strangled noise as the contents pour into his mouth, and
with a suddenly very aware and horrified expression, tries to pull away in
disgust, shaking his head.  But the Hatter grabs his hair and yells!

   "Yes!  She likes it, don't you Alice!  Drink your milk!"

   Once again, the chanting starts up around Kris.  But he is so horrified
that he manages to fight it, trying to recoil, cum dripping down his chin.
For a moment.  Then, as he makes a small whimper --he opens his mouth and
licks his lips.  His eyes register abject disgust --but he begins to lap at
the sticky liquid in the bowl.  A little at first --and then with greater
hunger, even over his sobs of horror at what he is doing.

   As he begins to gulp down what is in the bowl, the Hatter shouts again:

   "Oh no!  It's not enough!  She needs more!  Hurry!"

   Kris is sobbing and entirely focused now on licking the bowl clean --so
he doesn't see four of the men clamber up in front of him with grins.  All
of their hard cocks are slick from having been inside some of the girls -
and they are clearly close.  They begin to stroke --

   The sobbing moan that comes from Kris when the first of the tiny men
begins to cum - some of it going into the bowl, but much of it splattering
warmly across Kris' face - is utterly miserable --at least at first, until
it suddenly pitches up into another squealing orgasm as Kris cums from the
girl stroking his cock.  As he cums in his high-pitched wail, any
resistance is shattered as he begins to lap up the new cum being sprayed
onto him and into the bowl in front of him.

   The camera jumps to Kaitlyn, legs in the air as she's being fucked by
yet another guy as the group around her hoots and hollers.  Then it quickly
cuts to another --then another --then another - with occasional cocks being
shoved in her mouth or women crouching over her getting their pussies
licked.  The camera takes a long shot to get a nice clear view of Kaitlyn
messily licking the dripping cum from the pussy of one of the waitresses.

   Finally, the camera pauses while Kaitlyn lays on the table, legs back as
cum drips out of her and dribbles off the edge of the table onto the floor.
Next to her is a quite pile of fives and tens.  Kaitlyn is whimpering
softly, while the group surrounding her mills about and chatters over her
well-used form.

   " --just sayin' I didn't get a turn is all!"

   A large, very drunk man gestures at the dazed and shuddering Kaitlyn,
looking surly.

   "Well now, Rufus, you can certainly have a go at her now!  Just pay your
five dollars."

   "Five dollars for that?" Rufus gestures at Kaitlyn's well-used pussy,
"She's all stretched out and drippin' with the leavings of two dozen a' you
guys!"

   There is a low chuckle from one of the other men.

   "Well, she's got other holes ya know!"

   The man indicates her mouth, but the drunk Rufus sways around, missing
the gesture and staring instead intently at Kaitlyn's messy crotch --and
then downward.

   "Weeelll," Rufus drawls out drunkenly, "I guess I might pay a dollar or
two to fuck a nice ass like this one --"

   Kaitlyn's eyes suddenly widen, and she lets out a low, horrified moan.
Her pretty face screws up as she shakes her head in horror, and starts to
wriggle slightly, beginning to lever herself off the table.  She is biting
her lip as though trying to keep mouth shut.

   "Whaddya say, girlie," Rufus grins at her drunkenly, "How much for that
pretty little ass of your'n?"

   Kaitlyn freezes and her face screws up in misery - it is obvious that
she is struggling desperately to keep from speaking aloud.  She lets out a
long, low moan, before stammering:

   "T-t-two --"

   She shakes her head, fighting it - but Rufus pauses in shock.

   "Whatsat?"

   "T-two dollars," Kaitlyn sobs.

   Rufus, as though hypnotized, pulls out two grubby one dollar bills from
his pocket, and lays them on the pile.  Then stares at her, as though
certain she's teasing.

   Kaitlyn groans again, and pulls her long pretty legs wide and back till
her feet are almost touching her ears.  Then reaches down --

    --and with the tiniest of horrified whimpers, pulls the cheeks of her
perfect ass apart.  The little pink star of her asshole is slick with the
cum and her own juices that have been running out of her abused cunt all
night.

   There is a sudden roar from the crowd as Rufus yanks his pants down,
letting his cock spring free.  Kaitlyn stares down between her spread legs
in horror as the man steps forward...

    --and she feels the second thing ever to touch her virgin asshole.

   She grunts in pain as Rufus begins to force himself forward, working
himself into her.  The cum dripping out of her serves as lubrication, but
her pretty feet jerk and twitch as she is stretched painfully by the first
cock to enter her ass.

   "J-Jesus!  She's tighter'n the pastor's daughter!"

   At Rufus' stunned grunt, the rest of the onlookers start to cheer and
clamor for their turn - and several of them move up to pay another five for
the painfully grunting Kaitlyn to suck the cocks they've already shoved
inside her back to hardness for another go.  With a gurgle of dismay that
fades into fake enthusiasm, she turns her head to the side to wrap her
mouth around one messy, half-hard cock --

   Abby sobs and shudders in an obvious orgasm, her nipple and clit rings
jingling, as Charlie finishes her new tattoo.  He lifts his hand away to
inspect his handiwork, and gets an appreciative whistle from Johnny, while
Abby grips the back of the chair, still on her knees.  Her juices drip down
onto the chair beneath her.

   "Damn," Johnny says, "That looks amazin'.  Angel or devil, huh?"

   The large bright red Devil's Tail tattoo sprouts from the base of Abby's
spine, and looks incredibly realistic as it curves down and around her
tight little left butt cheek.  It then curves around to naughtily slide
between her crotch, following the curve where her leg meets her hips, then
around her slender thigh to the back of her knee.  It traces the inside of
her leg, ending in a little pointed heart midway down her calf.

   What is the most incredible thing is that as Abby squirms slowly on the
chair, the incredibly realistic tattoo seems to twitch and move with her,
almost as though it is caressing her leg and the inside of her thigh.

   Johnny walks up to her, red-faced with excitement.

   "Whaddya think, girlie?"

   Abby opens her eyes, blinking, and looks over her shoulder to see her
new devil's tail to go with her little angel wings.  She moans softly as
she sees what has been done to her slim little body, then looks up at
Johnny.

   "M-more," she whimpers.

   "More tattoos?" says Johnny, disbelievingly.  When she nods, biting her
lip, he grins at her.

   "You mind if I get some of the other folks to come up with ideas too?"

   Abby shakes her head in a quick, jingling movement.  Johnny turns and
runs off to yell for some of his buddies in the other room - and another
beer.

   After a few moments, several of the men from the other room come
wandering back with Johnny, expressions of curiosity on their faces.  When
they see the tiny little pierced Abby curled up on the tattoo chair,
several grin and one whistles.

   "She is sure a cutie," the whistler said.

   "So - what, she wants us to come up with tattoos for her?  Seriously?"

   Johnny grins and nods.  The guy looks skeptical, and looks over at Abby.

   "Really?  Whatever we say, you'll get inked on you?"

   Abby makes another little moan, but nods.

   The man snickers, disbelievingly, then looks at her with a grin.

   "OK then --how about --"

   Suddenly the scene shifts to Charlie, working on little Abby with his
gun again.  He is - shockingly - tattooing something in bright red above
her little nipple on her breast.  Abby, for her part, is writhing on the
chair while the onlookers point and comment.

   From there, the video goes into a series of short clips of Charlie
working on various tattoos - with Abby in various states of orgasmic bliss,
moaning and whining over the video.  First, he is tattooing letters on the
underside of her small breast.  Around her nipple appears to be a pair of
bright red concentric circles, her jingling nipple rings hanging down on
top of them.  Before we can see more, the camera shifts and Abby is lying
on her belly, her devil tail clearly visible

   The shots become closer and more mysterious, showing just long enough to
give a tease of the area she is being tattooed, without a clear view of
what the tattoo is.  The camera shows pale skin, slowly pulling back to
reveal Charlie tattooing a large arrow on the inside of Abby's slender
thigh.  Another shot of what turns out to be the bottom of her foot, her
toes wiggling as she moans.  Another of Charlie tattooing something on her
ass --and as the camera pulls back it reveals Abby - looking almost drugged
while she's being inked - is absently sucking on the cock of one of the
very happy onlookers.  She moans, and seems almost unaware of what she's
doing with her mouth, even when he groans and fills it with cum, which she
gulps down.  Another cut, and another cock in her mouth --then the camera
traces down her back showing the angel wings and demon tail, giving only
teasing glimpses of the newer tattoos - to show Abby's ass cheeks being
spread, so that Charlie can carefully tattoo something in a circle around
her little anus.

   Another shot - and Abby is on her back now.  One of the men is happily
spreading something labeled ominously "Perma-Nair" in Abby's light brown
pubic curls, her legs spread - again only showing teases of her new
tattoos. As the camera pans back, it shows that Abby is whimpering, begging
for more tattoos around Charlie's cock.  The tattoo artist looks a little
sheepish - but seems to be enjoying his break in Abby's mouth.

   Another series of quick shots - something on the mounds of her little
permanently bare pussy (making her look shockingly girlish with her tiny
body), something around her bellybutton, something on her hip, something on
the back of her pretty neck.

   And a final shot of twitching skin --pulling back to show Abby
whimpering as Charlie appears to be carefully brushing something on her
pale eyelids.  Abby is whimpering and shuddering - clearly with arousal
instead of pain.

   "Are you *sure* you want me to do this, girl?" Charlie mutters, clearly
worried, "This stuff really is permanent --"

   "Yes --yes please --please," Abby moans in a pathetically desperate
voice.

   "What *is* that?" one of the guys asks, in an amazed tone of voice.

   "It's --it's some new stuff we got recently.  I didn't really think I'd
ever use it..."

   Abby shudders and moans as Charlie continues to carefully work on her.



   Zara - in her mother's body - claws at the carpet beneath her.  Her face
is screwed up into a widemouthed, wide-eyed pain-filled orgasm as she
screams her pleasure out even as tears run down her cheeks.  The camera
pans down Kay's body as Zara experiences all that it has to offer, showing
her large fake tits crushed into the carpet beneath her, then up to her ass
tilted upwards to offer access to the random guy fucking it
enthusiastically.  It is clear that he is far from the first - cum drips
down and over the lips of Kay/Zara's untouched pussy, plopping into the
large puddle of it beneath her.

   The camera tilts up as Kay - in Zara's body - walks over in front of her
daughter and slides to the ground against the couch behind her, legs
shaking.  Kay sits there for a moment, knees together in a surprisingly
demure pose, gasping for breath with her huge breasts heaving.

   "Wow," she says breathlessly, "your body is just a little fucking
machine, did you know that?"

   Zara moans wordlessly, eyes tilting upwards to stare at her "mother",
blinking away tears.  Kay looks into her own face and giggles, sounding for
a moment like the teen she's inhabiting.

   "I think I might have wrecked your poor little pussy though.  Sorry
about that."

   Kay giggles again, and then spreads her trembling little thighs, a few
inches away from Zara's face.  Zara's eyes widen and she starts to say
something - that turns into a horrified gurgle as the guy behind her slams
into her again.

   Just a couple days ago, little Zara had been a virgin - tight and
unused. What is between her body's legs now that her mother has been using
it for a while - her little pink hole gapes open, twitching exhaustedly. 
What just yesterday had been tight enough to make getting two fingers in
almost impossible now looks like it can quite happily accommodate the fat
nine and ten inch cocks Kay has been letting fuck her senseless for the
last several hours.  Cum matts her black curls, is smeared over her thighs,
and continues to dribble out of her poor, heavily used pussy.

   Kay, with an evil smirk, looks up at the guy fucking her own body's ass
enthusiastically, while her poor daughter is trapped inside.

   "You know - I've only ever done that twice?" Kay says, with something
like amazement, "And only when I was drunk.  It always made me feel so
dirty, even though it felt good even with the pain --"

   She looks down at her mortified, groaning daughter.

   "How many guys have been fucking you back there?  Nine?  Ten?  Wow - I
can't believe you'd let them all do that to my body, no matter how good it
feels --"

   Zara chokes out a sob - and then her eyes widen as she starts to grunt,
her face going red as she begins to cum again.  Her orgasm is too much for
the guy fucking her ass, who moans and begins cumming inside her bowels yet
again - which seems to unleash yet another orgasm for little Zara in Kay's
body.  Kay watches, hypnotized, as her daughter screams with pleasure in
her former body.

   She seems about to say something, then looks up suddenly as another
woman - naked - stumbles backwards and bumps into her with her ass.

   "Hey!  Watch where you're --"

   Kay's voice trails off and her eyes - Zara's big pretty brown eyes -
glaze over suddenly and she begins to blink rapidly.  The woman - a skinny,
extremely pretty blonde with small, high breasts, probably in her
mid-twenties - looks down with a giggle, hand going to her mouth.

   "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she says, blushing with embarrassment, "I -
I'm just a little weak in the knees, and I didn't see you there.  I didn't
mean to - wh-what are you doing!?"

   Kay, beginning to gasp for breath as her daughter's thick nipples have
suddenly become rock hard, has made a little whimper and grabbed the blonds
slender hips.  With the element of surprise, she's pulled the off-balance
blonde girl back so that her ass is right up in Kay's face - and is
desperately stretching Zara's pretty little tongue between the shocked
blonde's thighs, trying to reach her pussy even with the bad angle.

   "Oh god," moans Kay, "That smell --I have to --please --let me --"

   "Oh my god!" squeals the blonde in obvious shock, struggling weakly as
the teen's tongue quests between her legs, "But - but I've never had a girl
--OH!"

   The girl suddenly straightens with a squeal as Kay manages to just draw
her tongue over the lips of her blond-furred pussy.  The blonde woman is
beet-red with embarrassment, and tries to pull away, while Kay grabs at her
hips once more.  The blonde girl, trembling, looks down with wide blue eyes
at the teen trying desperately to lick her.

   "Please," moans Kay, practically a sob, "please let me lick you --oh god
--"

   The girl stares down into Zara's cute, obviously desperate face, and
licks her lips nervously.

   "But I - I've never," she repeats, and then draws a little breath and
says with clear embarrassment, "And I've --I've had four guys inside me
tonight --and they --you know --"

   "Pleeeeease," moans Kay, desperately.

   The blonde looks around, still blushing, as though seeing if anyone she
knows can see her.  Then with a cute little nervous swallow, she nods.

   "O-OK."

   She turns and awkwardly clambers up onto the white couch behind Kay,
swinging one of her slender legs over the teens upturned face, holding onto
the back of the couch.  With a very nervous giggle, the blonde begins to
lower herself, down --down --

   With a desperate sob, Kay tilts her head back and lifts it to begin
lapping at the blonde's clit.  The blonde lets out a surprised squeal as
the girl's tongue begins to lap at her, and - still blushing, though also
flushed now - begins to be breathe heavily as her lips purse into a little
'o' of pleasure.

   Kay - completely lost in Zara's body's new addiction - slurps and licks
at the blonde, whimpering softly.  Her hands begin to pull on her own large
nipples.  She makes a small disgusted whimper when - after a few moments -
cum from her earlier adventures suddenly starts to ooze out of the blonde.
It drips down into Kay's slurping mouth, and down over her chin, dribbling
onto her pale chest between her huge tits --

   Zara - on the ground gasping in exhaustion after her most recent user
slipped out of her with a loud slurp, leaving cum dripping out of her
shockingly gaping asshole - watches all of this with wide, horrified eyes.
Though a small glint of revenge glitters in her eyes for a moment at her
mother's disgusted whimper when the cum starts to ooze out of the girl.

   Suddenly, the moaning blond shifts, causing Kay to do the same - and
Zara recoils as suddenly her own horribly used and messy pussy is shoved
forward less than an inch from her face.  Weakly the teen struggles to pull
her MILF body off of the ground --

   When a thick hand grabs her black hair and holds her there.  Zara moans,
trying to twist around to look at the man behind her - a brown-haired guy
with a goatee and glasses.  He grins at her wickedly, while her eyes widen
in something like recognition.

   "I heard you like it in the ass?"

   Zara struggles weakly starting to say something - and then her eyes go
wide with a moan, as the guy slips the head of his cock ever so slightly
inside the ring of Kay's gaping, messy anus.  She's been so stretched back
there that he slides in easily - eliciting another moan of pleasure.  She
begins to hump Kay's hips back up at him - but he pulls back, teasing her
and eliciting a desperate sob from the girl-as-MILF.

   "Please --"

   "You sure like that, don't you?"

   Zara, too humiliated to speak, just nods.

   "Tell you what - I'll give you what you want --if you lick that pretty
little pussy in front of you --"

   Zara's eyes spring open, and she makes a disgusted and horrified moan.

   "No!  I can't!  She's --it's - I mean --I can't lick my own --ohhh god
--"

   Zara cuts off with a sob as he dips the head of his cock into her ass
again briefly.

   "Up to you - but if you don't I'll make sure no one fucks your ass, or
anything else, again --"

   Zara kneels there, trembling.  It is clear that she's struggling with
the fact that that is exactly what her mind desperately wants --but her
body - her *mother's* body - feels very, very differently.

   Finally, with a broken, miserable sob, Zara lowers her mouth down.  Her
nose wrinkles - as she smells her own pussy, mixed with the cum of who
knows how many guys inside it.  With a sob, she lowers her mouth --and
begins to lick her own wrecked pussy.

   Kay - still licking the moaning blonde - squeals in pleasured surprise,
but otherwise doesn't move.  This seems to feel quite good to the blonde,
who lets out a surprised moan of her own - and then starts to cum with
loud, high-pitched squeals.  As she does, she squirts suddenly - her own
pussy juice and the remaining cum inside her spraying down over Zara's body
with Kay in it, and Kay's head and back, with Zara inside.

   Zara lets out a disgusted and humiliated moaning sob with her tongue
buried in her own body's pussy - which shifts into a sudden scream as the
grinning man behind her shoves his cock into Kay's nicely stretched
asshole.



   The husband from the party opens the back door to the house, his body
silhouetted in the light from the kitchen.  He looks around, and stops,
staring into the dark backyard.

   "Oh, dammit," he mutters and reaches down for the hose next to the door.
He quickly lifts the spray gun and pulls the handle, letting loose a stream
of water - which elicits a din of surprised barks and whimpers from
offscreen.

   "Go on!  Git!  Dammit - I knew I should have checked that fence!  Get
out of here!"

   After a few moments he stops and then looks down at a pathetic whimper.

   "Ugh.  You're even more of a mess than the ones inside."

   The camera turns to slowly pan around Diana - or what used to be Diana -
looking up at him pitifully.  Her pretty brown torso remains as it was
before.  However - from her shoulders down and her pretty ass and hips
down, she is completely a dog, with dainty slender dog's fore and hind
legs, covered in soft fur the same color as her hair.  She stands on all
fours, her small breasts hanging down behind her front legs.  She has no
tail - leaving her ample ass openly exposed, and her pussy visible.

   Both of which are dripping and covered in dog cum.

   She is absolutely drenched in the stuff - it runs out of her pussy, and
it looks as though at least one dog missed and fucked her ass quite
thoroughly.  The fur of her hind legs is matted with the cum that has run
out of her repeatedly throughout the night.

   From the front, it's clear she has been busy as well.  Clear, bubbly dog
cum drips from her chin, and off of her small breasts beneath her.  Her
long dog's tongue hangs out as she pants and looks up at her owner with
broken, mad eyes, whimpering ever so softly.  Her pointed German
Shepherd-like ears poke up from the top of her hair, twitching gently.  She
seems confused by what exactly has happened to her.

   "Daisy, sit!"

   Diana sits down immediately, with a miserable surprised look on her
cum-covered face at her mindless obedience.  She pants, her wide and
slightly mad eyes looking up at him expectantly.  Unbidden, her long tongue
licks around her chops, cleaning up some of the cum, and she shudders with
a disgusted expression.

   "Stay girl.  Stay."

   He turns the hose - and lets fly again, eliciting a loud, feminine yelp
as he blasts the naked Diana-doggie with the cold water.  She howls as he
runs the water over her face, her small breasts, and her belly, getting
most of the cum off of her.  She sobs with humiliation as he aims it at the
front of her crotch - and then begins to pant and whine with arousal as he
lets the water hit her still-swollen clit.  And as instructed, she stays
where she is through the whole humiliating bath.

   Suddenly he stops, and Diana - panting now - looks up at him with a
pitifully hopeful expression, trembling with new lust from the icy water
hammering at her crotch.  She whines softly while water drips from her fur
and hair, a pathetically dripping and bedraggled dog slut.

   "Well, don't stand there," the man says, seemingly not noticing her
clear arousal (and why would he - she is a dog, after all), "Come on
inside."

   Trembling, Diana gets on her paws and pads in through the back door. 
Her owner grabs her as she comes in, toweling her off.  She whines and
shudders as the towel rubs against her nipples, achingly hard from arousal
and cold.  The man moves to dry her pussy and ass - but then stops.  They
are still fairly messy with dog cum, since the hose didn't hit them
directly.  He looks down at the towel for a moment, then up at Diana - who
has suddenly raised her nose and started to sniff the air with a small
whine and a puzzled expression.

   The man grins and drops the wet towel in the corner.

   "Well, no need to waste a towel - let's see how this goes.  Smell
something girl?  Go find it!"

   With a sudden excited 'whuf', Diana pads forward again, sniffing.  She
goes through the kitchen, turns into the living room - and pulls up short.
Her eyes widen as she stares at the scene in front of her.

   The guests have all finally gone home, leaving only the wife and Ginny.
The two women are naked except for Ginny's stockings and black heels - and
are frantically 69ing each other on the floor.  Small moans and sobs
periodically emanate from each of them over the wet slurping noises - the
wife in particular is crying pitifully as she licks her first pussy --which
is also completely full of cum from the dozens of guests that had fucked
Ginny.  The two women's bodies are smeared with cum, squelching and sliding
as they rub up against each other in their pornographic writhing.

   The man walks in, still grinning as he leads Diana by her collar, the
dog-girl staring at the two.  He leads Diana around till she is standing
with her bottom towards the two girls, looking over her shoulder in
curiosity before she is told to stay.  Then the man crouches down and -
with some difficulty - pulls on his wife's pony tail until she pulls her
mouth from Ginny's pussy.  The woman moans in humiliated misery, struggling
to lower her mouth back to Ginny's cunt for a few moments before her daze
seems to clear and she regains some semblance of control.

   "Oh god --oh god," she moans, pitifully.

   "Did you enjoy your first pussy, dear?  I think you'll find yourself
quite enthused about that from now on."

   "Please --please Jim," she whimpers, "Please --don't do this to me."

   "Sorry Shelly," Jim says with a grin looking down at his pretty, sloppy
wife, her large perfect breasts hanging down beneath her, "I'm afraid
you're waaaay past my being able to do anything about it.  I guess you
really shouldn't have cheated on me with Dan, should you?"

   Shelly starts to cry softly, then hiccups, then moans as Ginny keeps
licking her.  Jim just grins darkly and looks up at Diana, in front of her.

   "Now then - I'm curious exactly how strong the drug is once it really
takes hold like this.  Shelly - I'd like you to clean Daisy here."

   Shelly's eyes go wide with horror and she lets out a squeal of disgust,
trying to pull away.

   "That's sick!  Oh god no I won't you can't make me --!!"

   Jim chuckles as his wife struggles weakly.

   "It sure is - and you'll be surprised I think.  Go on Shelly --lick Dana
--clean her nicely --go on --"

   Shelly sobs and struggles for a few moments --and then, along with
another moan at Ginny's continued licking of her pussy, her eyes go glassy.
She continues to moan and sob in disgust, but slowly, ever so slowly, leans
forward - and with one final choked sob, extends her tongue to slowly start
to lick Diana's well-used pussy.  Diana lets out a low whine of pleasure.

   "My goodness," Jim says, slowly releasing his wife's hair as it becomes
apparent that she is licking more and more enthusiastically at her dog's
cunt, "that is really just sick and demented isn't it?"

   Shelly moans with disgust --and a tinge of returning lust.  And makes no
move to stop licking Diana's cunt, even though he is no longer holding her
there.  Jim's grin broadens.

   "Oh, by the way honey - in case you're wondering?  That stuff you're
licking out of her?  That nice salty taste which is, if the drug is working
as it should, already starting to become so deliciously addictive to you?
That would be the cum from the neighbor's pack of dogs that have been
fucking her all night."

   As Shelly lets out a disgusted wail, sobbing into Diana's cunt - but
still not taking her tongue away - Jim bends down and, with some effort,
coaxes Ginny out from between his wife's thighs where she is still licking.
The dazed little blonde rolls over, face and body glistening with pussy
juice, sweat and cum, and looks up at him with a broken, submissive look in
her blue eyes.  Without speaking, she crawls onto her knees and begins to
fumble at his pants.

   "Not that right now," Jim laughs, pulling her shakily to her feet in her
heels, "I've got something else in mind.  However - you've been such a good
girl tonight, I think you deserve a little break, don't you?"

   He leads the shaking little blonde around his wife, and her eyes widen
as she realizes the creature being licked by Shelly is, in fact, Diana. 
Who is panting loudly, eyes wide with pleasure as she enjoys having her
pussy licked.  She looks up at Ginny - and suddenly her ears go back with a
humiliated whine.

   Jim guides Ginny down onto all fours in front of Diana, and then with a
grin - all while Diana whines pathetically - backs her up to just in front
of Diana's panting tongue.  Diana looks up at him with big pleading eyes,
begging him not to be doing what he seems to be "Daisy - lick!  Lick girl."

   Diana shudders, and lets out a low whine as she clearly is fighting the
command.  But just like the sobbing Shelly behind her, Diana's new dog form
responds to the command, and she leans in and - with one final whimper of
protest - draws her long doggie tongue over Ginny's messy cunt.

   "Ohhh!!" Ginny gasps in pleasure at the sensation, "Ohh Oui!  Oui!  Oui
woof woof!  OUI!"

   With a chuckle, Jim stands back to look at the line of them, on all
fours, licking and whimpering and moaning - Shelly's large, perfect tits
swaying gently beneath her as she licks Diana.  He walks around behind his
wife's pretty bare bottom and unbuckles his pants as he looks down the
daisy chain from this angle.  He licks his lips and then kneels behind his
wife.

   "You know Shelly, before I start you off on your own new life - what do
you think?  Porn star?  Brothel?  If you're very nice maybe I'll let you
off as a maid just like Ginny here, though I think you'll end up a little
nastier after today - anyway, before I do that, there's one thing I've
always wanted to do.  Something you've always found even more disgusting
than licking another girl.  But pretty soon, you're going to like it just
as much as you like pussy now.  Isn't that great!"

   He sidles up to his wife, and spreads her ass cheeks wide, spitting on
her little pink star to get it wet (though it is already slimy with cum
that has dribbled over her ass).

   As Shelly squeals in horror into Diana's pussy at the feeling of the tip
of her husband's cock beginning to press into her asshole, Diana starts to
howl into Ginny's pussy in her doggy orgasm.  And Ginny bucks back against
Diana in a loud orgasm of her own, shouting at the top of her lungs.

   "OUI!  OUI!  OUIIIIIIII!!!!"

   Another series of short cuts flash by on the screen, this time featuring
mostly Dani, and occasionally Jane.  Dani grunting in pleasure, little body
bent in half, as large "Tim, Jane's college boyfriend" plunges his thick
cock into the small redhead repeatedly.  Dani being fucked from behind by
"Ron, Dani's former roommate" with her mouth gulping down cum from the cock
of "Brian, Dan's ex-girlfriend's husband".  Dani being fucked by a much
older man identified as "Joe, Craig's stepfather," while a similarly older
but still attractive redhead - "Marie, Craig's stepmother" (looking almost
like an older version of Dani or Jane) grinds her wet pussy on Dani's face.
A cute brunette perched on all fours over Dani's body, making long painful
grunts as she comes with a surprised look on her face, with Dani licking
her pussy while Jane - eyes mad with lust but still obviously horrified -
fucks her in the ass.  As Jane comes in the girl's ass with a cross between
a scream and a sob, the brunette with the smallish bouncing breasts is
labeled as "Debbie, Jane's sister."

   Finally, a cute youngish woman sits astride Dani's face, chirping out an
orgasm in the breathy, half-suppressed tones of a girl who hasn't had one
very often.  Her tank top is pulled down so that she can pull on the puffy
nipples atop her small breasts, and she shivers for a long minute as her
orgasm winds down with small gasps and shudders.  Finally, after what seems
an amazingly long wind down, she opens her eyes and blinks, blushing a deep
scarlet as she realizes where she is and what she is doing.  She climbs off
with a wet sound, giggling nervously.

   "Oh my god --oh my god that was amazing," she breathes, pulling her
skirt and panties back on.  She looks as though she might say something
else, and then turns and unlocks the door to sneak back to the party, which
sounds like it is winding down.

   As she leaves, a little label identifies her as "Kim, Dan's youngest
sister."

   Dani sits up on the bed, shaking with exhaustion, her eyes dazed and
broken.  The cute little redhead, earlier so cute and clean in her party
outfit, is now a wet, sticky mess.  She has quite obviously been cum on and
in repeatedly, with her pussy gaping and dripping, and cum splattered
across her face, her small tits, her belly, and matting her red hair.  Her
face is currently glistening with Kim's juices, and probably those of other
girls as well.

   " --haven't had a turn yet."

   "Well that hardly seems fair!  I did promise you after all."

   Dani looks up at the voices, and sudden humiliation and misery flickers
in her eyes as she sees Craig walking in with Jane tucked under his arm,
cuddling happily.  Jane looks over at Dani, and there is a brief flicker of
horror that washes away almost instantly.

   "What do you want, her mouth or her pussy?"

   Craig stops in front of the naked, messy little redhead and looks down
at her with a raised eyebrow.

   "Wow - well, they're both pretty well used --"

   "So you might as well do both then, right?" Jane says with a giggle.

   "You really like seeing your little friend abused, don't you?"

   In answer, Jane simply grins, and slides her hand down to Craig's jeans,
beginning to work at his belt.  Dani makes a small sound and looks up at
her former wife.

   "Please," she whispers, eyes filling with tears.

   "Ooo, she's *begging* for it," Jane says, ignoring the obvious opposite
intent in Dani's voice, "Here you go Dani - hurry up and make him cum and
get him hard again.  It's been a little while since I was last fucked, so I
want your mouth next."

   Dani looks like she's going to beg for mercy again when Craig's large,
thick cock pops free.  Her eyes are drawn to it like a moth to flame.  And
a moment later, as a shudder goes through her body, so are her lips.

   Craig moans as the little woman slides her lips up and down his shaft,
her tongue clearly stroking the underside of his dark cock.  With one small
hand wrapped around him, she slurps and sucks, emitting small clearly
involuntary moans of her own.

   "Holy sh-shit," he grunts, "sh-she's amazing at this!"

   "Really?  Today is her first day doing it, too --I guess she's a
natural."

   From his surprised look, Craig seems as though he's going to say
something in response to this, but then lets out a loud groan and suddenly
Dani is gulping and slurping his cum down into her little belly, along with
that of the multiple other guys she's sucked off.  From the tear that runs
down her cheek, it is quite clear that her own grunts of pleasure as she
swallows Craig's cum are as unwanted as they are authentic.

   As Craig comes down, Dani continues to gently suck on his cock.  He
begins to soften, and then with a grunt of surprise, starts to harden once
more.  After a surprisingly short time, she pulls her lips off of his cock
and he is as hard as he was before she started sucking.  He looks at Jane
and returns her delighted grin.

   "OK, little party favor - on the bed," says Jane with a shiver of
excitement.

   Dani, stifling another sob, slides back on the bed (damp with sweat and
the juices of both her own little body and everyone else who has been using
her).  Jane clambers up after her, shoving off her jeans and pulling her
shirt off to let her large breasts bounce free.  She swings over Dani's
face with a giggle, her cock rock hard in front of her.

   Dani makes another groan as Jane wiggles herself over Dani's face and
begins to lower her red-furred pussy.  Though as Dan she'd obviously licked
this particular pussy numerous times before, it had never been after at
least half a dozen other guys had fucked his wife.  Jane's cunt, while
nowhere near as messy as Dani's, has also clearly been well used this
evening.

   "Come on, little toy - clean out my cunt with that nice tongue of
yours."

   With a moan, Dani opens her mouth as Jane settles onto her face, and
begins to lick.  Jane groans, and then reaches down to grab Dani's feet. 
She pulls the little woman's legs up and back, spreading them lewdly and
then looking over Dani's messy cunt at Craig with a grin.

   "Wanna ride?" Jane says with a nasty giggle.

   Craig clambers up, eyes burning with lust, and presses his cock against
Dani's well used opening.  With a single, hard thrust, he shoves his thick
cock inside the small pale redhead, and she lets out a muffled squeal into
Jane's pussy.

   "Jesus," grunts Craig as he begins to fuck Dani, each thrust eliciting
another involuntary squeal, "She's still fucking *tight*!"

   The three of them rapidly become a writhing mass of groaning, squealing,
and shaking bodies as Craig fucks Dani while Jane holds her legs wide. 
Jane begins to groan, and then does so even more loudly as Dani reaches up
to wrap a small hand around her cock.  Craig is the first of the three to
cum, yelling loudly as he plunges to the hilt inside the petite redhead. 
This brings a scream of orgasmic pleasure from Dani, writhing beneath them,
which in turn leads to a hoarse cry as Jane begins to cum, her cock
spraying upward across her own belly and the bottom of her large tits --



    --and suddenly, the two of them are no longer on the bed, but are
instead on the floor of the room where this all began.  They are both lost
in the throes of ecstasy, Jane still cumming on Dani's face.  Dani makes a
squeal at the sudden emptiness between her legs, and her pussy begins to
twitch closed while the new cum from the missing Craig begins to rush back
out of her, pooling beneath her ass.

   After a long, drawn out spin down of their dual orgasms, the two women
slowly stop bucking on top of each other.  Then suddenly, Jane's face
screws up with horror and she bursts into loud, wracking sobs as she slumps
off of the face of the little redhead beneath her.  She slides over onto
her side, and then collapses, her large soft breasts heaving and dripping
with her own cum as she sobs on her side.

   Dani makes a pathetic little moan and tries to roll over onto all fours.
As she does, we can see her little belly is actually slightly distended -
and suddenly with a small choke, she heaves, and vomits onto the floor. 
What comes out of her is entirely cum - a shocking amount of it pouring out
of her stomach and mouth.  She looks up, shaking weakly with disgust as it
drips off her face, and beginning to cry softly - any pretense at being
manly long lost after her ordeal.

   As she looks up and around, her eyes widen - as she clearly is seeing
the others arriving from their adventures as well.  The camera lingers on
Dani's cute little face - still pretty even while covered in cum - as
offscreen the room fills with the sounds of moans, sobs, and other strange
noises from the other contestants.

   The horror in Dani's eyes is quite clear as she stares at them, and
whispers in a disbelieving voice:

   "Oh my god."
   To be continued...