Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: Payback
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: The Company
Keywords: tg, mc, mf, ff, gang, ws, inc, humil
Summary: A frat boy who did horrible things to a girl is transformed
into one himself and turned over to his fraternity for their entertainment.
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explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
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   "Payback" - Chapter 1

   Tom woke slowly to a dull ache that seemed to pervade his body.  He felt
as if someone had hit him with a baseball bat.  Repeatedly.  For a very
long time.  He attempted to groan, and found that his voice had been
reduced to a thin rasp, barely audible.  He then tried to open his eyes,
but they felt as though they were made of lead - stiff and unyielding.

   Where am I?  he thought, frantically.

   In an attempt to control his mounting panic, he tried to remember what
had happened.  The last he remembered, he had been walking home on campus
at night.  He thought he vaguely remembered a pain in the back of his
neck...

   ...suddenly his ears were filled with noise.  It took him a few seconds
to focus past the lancing pain, and a few more to discern what he was
hearing.  Finally he realized he was listening to a news report, apparently
on television.

   "...again, so far there has been little information on what was
apparently a hit and run killing on the main campus today.  Several
witnesses identified a woman driving the car that ran the car of Thomas
Vernon off the road and into a propane tank.  The fire has been mostly put
out at this point..."

   The television snapped off with a click as Tom's heart began to race. 
What did they just say?  No, that's not possible!  I'm right here!  What's
going on?

   He heard himself make a rasping whimper, but couldn't manage any more
than that.

   Suddenly, he felt hot breath on his cheek, and his nose was filled with
a sweet smell, probably perfume.  A woman's voice, that seemed familiar
somehow, whispered into his ear:

   "Scared yet, Tommy?  Well, just wait.  There's plenty more still to
come. Payback is such fun, don't you think?"

   Before Tom could even begin to guess what she was talking about, he felt
a sharp prick in his arm, and his world was swallowed in darkness.

   When he woke again, the pain was gone.  Actually, he couldn't feel much
of anything - he felt as if he was floating in warm water.  Somewhere in
the back of his mind, he realized that he must be drugged, but he couldn't
bring himself to care.

   After a while like this, a strange taste washed into his mouth, and he
found himself regaining focus.  As he came to, he began to notice
incredibly odd feelings throughout his body.

   He slowly opened his eyes.  Scanning briefly, he realized he was lying
on his back in what appeared to be a hospital room.  He could hear the soft
beeping of some machine off to his left.  When he tried to turn to look at
it, however, he found his head was strapped in place.  With a brief
struggle, he discovered that his limbs were similarly locked down.

   What had happened to him?  He felt so weak...

   "Hey, you're awake..."

   He recognized the voice of the woman who had spoken to him earlier (how
much earlier?).  It still was incredibly familar, but he couldn't quite...

   Suddenly a female form leaned over his immobilized body, and he suddenly
realized who she was.  Sarah Thomas.  They had gone out a couple of times
before he invited her to that party at his frat house last year...uh-oh...

   She smiled down at him, but the glint in her eyes was anything but
friendly.  That didn't change the fact that she was gorgeous.  Stunning in
fact.  Tom wouldn't have gone after her otherwise.

   "It's been a long time, Tom.  Over a year, in fact.  Did you miss me?"

   Tom tried to respond, but his voice didn't seem to want to work.

   "I've thought about you every day, you know.  And that party with those
friends of yours.  What exactly was it that you slipped into my drink,
anyway?  It was pretty impressive, whatever it was.  Did you know I was a
virgin before that night?  Of course you did - you were the one who took my
virginity, while I lay like a drooling slut on the living room floor."

   Tom's blood ran cold as she talked.  Whatever she was going to do to
him, it would probably be bad.

   "How many men did you make me fuck?  Thirty?"

   Tom could remember her - lying on the floor, letting anything with a
dick shove it into her anywhere they wanted.  Her beautiful face covered in
cum...

   "I certainly enjoyed it at the time, although not willingly.  Do you
know what its like, Tom?  To be totally out of your own control?  I
probably came a hundred times, and I screamed inside with each one."

   He remembered her begging, alternately, to make her stop and for someone
else to fuck her.

   "I puked up cum for half an hour that night.  My ass and pussy felt like
someone had beaten them."

   "And I got pregnant."

   She let out a laugh that was almost a sob.

   "A little virgin like me.  Eighteen and pregnant.  And I didn't even
know whose baby it was.

   "I lost it, of course."

   He could hear her shuffling around, now.  She wasn't talking any more,
which was far worse.  He wanted to scream, to make her tell him what she
was doing, but he could barely move.

   Finally, she spoke again.

   "You're dead, you know.  You died over a month ago.  The funeral was
lovely."

   No.  You're lying.

   "I came up with this great plan for what to do with you.  For myself. 
For my baby.  It's helps to be rich and have an uncle who is one of the
best biologists and genetic engineers in the world.

   "But first, I think I better test a few things before I get on with my
plans for you."

   He felt the bed beside his head lower, as if someone were pressing on
it. Then a gorgeous leg swung over his head, and a light skirt settled on
his forehead, leaving her straddling his face.

   She wasn't wearing any panties.

   Her blond pussy hung over his face, her lips slightly parted and
blushing with excitement.  He could see a hint of her juices beginning to
spring free.  She lowered herself over his mouth.

   "Lick my pussy, Tom.  Until I come."

   Without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth and began sucking
and licking at her rapidly moistening slit.  He had always hated doing
this, and had never really done it for any of the women he had been with.
He certainly didn't like it any better now, but he couldn't seem to stop
himself.

   Sarah began to pant quietly above him, then to almost chirp as he licked
her.  Suddenly she let out the squeal that he knew as her orgasm, from
watching her for so many of them, and her pussy began to kiss him back,
sucking at his tongue and spasming on his mouth.

   After a few moments, she sighed.

   "Oh, that was lovely.  But hardly a true test.  Lets try something
better."

   What could she possibly be talking about?

   She nestled down further into his mouth.

   "Cover my pussy with your mouth, Tom.  Okay, now swallow as much of this
as you can."

   Suddenly, she was peeing into his mouth!  He tried to turn his head
away, but he found himself instead swallowing as much of the acrid liquid
as he could, as she had asked him to.  Quickly it overflowed his mouth and
began to run down his cheeks as she giggled like a little girl.

   After a few moments, the torrent stopped and she pulled herself off of
him.

   "Oh, you made a little mess there didn't you?"

   He saw the beautiful face lean over him again.

   "I'll clean it up in a while.  You go to sleep now."

   As he drifted off into forced unconsciousness, his last thought was:
What have you done to me?!

   He awoke again some unknown amount of time later, and found that the
restraints on his head had been removed.  He lay on his back on his bed,
once again, obviously drugged.  He tried to summon the will to move, but he
felt his grasp on that intention slide away almost as he formed it.

   His mouth still held its acrid taste.

   "Alright, dear Thomas, it's time for you to start your new life.  Boy,
do I have plans for you."

   "What...do you...wannnt..."

   Tom's voice finally worked, albeit a bit slower than he wanted.  It
sounded wrong through his drug haze, though.  Much higher and thinner than
it should.  He couldn't quite place what was wrong with it...

   "Oh, you're going to love this."

   He felt his bed begin to rotate upward, and his head followed a few
moments later.  As he swung up, he saw Sarah standing next to him in a
white coat, hair pulled back, smiling at him.  She looked far to happy to
be any sort of sane.

   As his eyes rolled forward and his head lolled to the side, his eyes
landed on an image in front of him.  In his drugged state, it took him a
few moments to comprehend what he was seeing.

   Before him was a nude image of one of the most beautiful women he had
ever seen.  She looked almost identical to the woman he had fantasized
about almost exclusively for the last year, Neve Campbell.  Her black hair
framed a stunningly cute face, with luscious lips that he had often
imagined kissing his own, or wrapped around his cock.  Her thin lithe body
was almost painfully perfect.  The only reason he could tell it wasn't
actually Neve Campbell was that he had memorized her breasts, and these
seemed slightly too large, and they appeared to be real.  She might have
been her twin sister.  Her small, dark nipples were like tiny erasers, and
his eyes wandered down to her gorgeous legs and the small tuft of black
hair between them.

   She appeared to be strapped into a vertical bed like he was.  He looked
up at her to find her staring back.  This was too good to be true.  Even
just seeing her naked fulfilled a number of lifelong fantsies.  He licked
his lips.

   And so did she.

   As he stared at the image with growing horror, he felt a prick at his
shoulder and clarity returned to his thoughts.  He flicked his eyes upward
to see the smiling Sarah standing at the woman's side withdrawing a needle
from her shoulder.

   He began screaming.  The woman's voice that came out only made him
scream louder.

   "Oh, stop it," Sarah intoned.  He felt the bed begin to drop back to its
normal position.

   As if a gag had been stuck in his mouth, he was silent.  Try as he
might, he couldn't scream at all.

   "What...what have you done to me?!" he cried.  He couldn't help but
notice that he sounded almost exactly like her, but altered slightly.  If
possible, sexier.

   Sarah leaned over him, her face inches from his own.  He could smell her
sweet scent as her hair drifted over his cheek.

   "Why Tom, you've *always* wanted to see Neve Campbell nude.  I thought I
would give you a closeup." Her voice had taken on an almost...sensual tone
which frightened Tom tremendously.  He trembled as she leaned over him
further.

   "Your writings about her are...amazing.  The things you talk about...I
couldn't have even imagined most of them, even given my research the past
year."

   She leaned so close that her lips almost touched his.

   "Now you're going to get to see them all happen, and more."

   He felt a tear of terror roll down his cheek.

   Then Sarah kissed him full on the lips.

   And her hand slid over his nipple.  He yelped as a jolt of pleasure
rushed through him.  He whimpered as he felt her hand sliding down his
newly smooth stomach and into his curled fur.

   Her hand hovered there for a moment, and then he let out a long whine
into her mouth as he felt his pussy touched for the first time.  The
feeling was incredible as her fingers slid up and down his newly acquired
slit, and he continued letting out a whining whimper into her mouth as her
tongue searched his.  He began involuntarily thrusting at her hand...

   ...and let out a long groan as she pulled her hand away from his
thrusting hips.  Sarah pulled away from Tom and smiled at him as he panted
in frustrated lust.

   "Oohh, you're going to have fun.  Just look at how wet *you* are looking
at yourself."

   She held her fingers over his panting mouth and he could see and smell
women's juices on her fingers.  His juices.

   "Here, have a taste of yourself."

   She lowered her fingers into his mouth and he involuntarily began
slurping the salty juices off of her fingers.

   "By now you've probably noticed that you get to do whatever I say.  And
that will go for anyone else as well, although you'll have to do whatever I
say first and foremost.  Isn't that fun?"

   Tom began to cry as he continued to suck her fingers.

   "You're going to love what I'm going to do with you..."

   It was dark when the car pulled to a stop.  Top couldn't see anything at
all through his blindfold and he periodically whimpered through his gag.

   "Okay," Sarah said, "Here is your first big permanent command: you will
not, ever, at any time, say or do anything that might harm me or get me in
trouble."

   At that, he heard her door open and close again, and then come around to
his door and open it.  She tugged his arm and he got out of the car.

   She slowly led him down a path and then up some stairs and then stopped.
Tom heard a doorbell ring.  A few seconds later, the door opened.

   "You're here," a male voice said.  Tom thought it sounded familiar,
but...

   Suddenly he was pulled inside and heard the door close behind him.

   "This is him...her?" the man asked in hushed tones.  Again, the voice
was very familiar, but Tom, in his panic, couldn't place it.

   "Yes," Sarah responded, "this used to be our mutual friend Tom."

   What the...?

   "How do you know someone won't come looking for him here?"

   "They think he's dead, don't forget.  Even if they didn't, they couldn't
find her.  With all of the physical modifications I've had done to him,
he'd be impossible to identify - even his genes are different."

   "Jesus, that's amazing.  And the other modifications..."

   "She'll do anything you say.  Anything at all.  And she'll enjoy it,
even though she probably won't want to.  Make her do whatever you want. 
He'll...she'll pay for what she did to m...him.  Remember the cover
story..."

   "I want to see hi...her..."

   "Sure."

   Tom's gag was untied and then his blindfold was pulled off, and suddenly
he knew where he was.

   His fraternity house.

   Standing in front of him was Paul, one of his former fraternity
brothers. They had never been close - far from it actually.  Tom had slept
with his sister and his former girlfriend.  Together.  He opened his mouth
to beg for help...

   And all that came out was a moan.  He couldn't say a thing - Sarah's
command prevented him from it.

   "God, she's gorgeous.  Just like Tom would have liked her," Paul said
wryly, "You couldn't tell them apart.  How you doin' there, buddy boy? 
You're just the prettiest little slut I've ever seen."

   Tom whimpered involuntarily as Paul stroked her cheek.

   "And she's all yours."

   "How do I know she'll do what I say?"

   Sarah smiled.

   "Why don't you try her out?"

   Paul looked down at Tom's new body, towering over him.  Before, Paul was
a bit shorter than Tom - he had been a big man - but now he seemed huge.

   "What's her name?  Now, I mean"

   "Tina."

   "Hmm...Tina...get down on your knees."

   Tom began to sink to his knees in front of them.

   "Please, don't do this.  You don't know...you have to help me," he
begged, his sweet voice echoing the tears in his eyes.

   Paul just watched the beautiful young girl kneeling in front of him and
smiled.

   "Well, Tom, I think this will be a lot more fun, having you as my little
bitch.  Oh, you're going to have lots of fun I think.

   "Now be a good little slut girl, and suck my cock."

   Tom watched in horror as his small feminine hands reached up for Paul's
zipper.

   "No," she sobbed as he spread the unzipped fly and reached in with one
small hand, "please...d-don't make me do this..."

   She felt her hand close around his large, very hard cock, and began
sobbing incoherently.  Her eyes went wide in horror as she pulled it free
and she tried to resist as her mouth slid forward, tongue extended...

   ...and took his cock into her small mouth.  Tears ran down her cheeks as
she felt the warm member throbbing between her lips.  She ran her toungue
around the head, and then slowly slid it down the underside, eliciting a
groan from Paul.  All of her male experience meant she knew how to give a
hell of a blowjob.

   As she started slurping and sliding her head over his cock, Tom heard
Sarah say, "Tina, why don't you play with yourself for nice Paul here.  I'm
sure he'd enjoy that..."

   Paul merely groaned in agreement.

   Shaking with sobs, Tom slid one hand down and lifted his skirt.  He slid
his hand down between his smooth thighs, and felt his own pussy for the
first time.  Involuntarily, he let out a groaning sob around the cock in
his mouth as his fingers slid over his very wet pussy.

   Her fingers ran over the lips of her new slit and she shuddered as the
tingle of pleasure spread from the slick flesh, up her stomach, lingered
for a moment in her new nipples, and then shot into her brain.  Her moans
quickly began to shift from despair to pleasure as she rubbed her whole
hand over her throbbing pussy, feeling her juices slide over her palm.

   Now lost in a haze of despair and pleasure, as tears continued to roll
down her face, Tom, ne Tina, lifted her hand up to the cock plunging
between her lips.  As she moved her small, feminine hand to wrap around
Paul's large cock, she could see it was glistening with her copiously
flowing juices.  As she watched her hand wrap around his cock, she could
first smell her own pussy fluid, then taste it on the cock she was sucking.
She whimpered and groaned in involuntary pleasure.

   Her free hand dropped again, caressing her extremely hard nipples
through her dress, and then slid under her skirt again.

   Her eyes went wide and she squealed as two fingers, of their own
volition, slipped inside her pussy for the first time.

   That was all it took for Paul, who with a grunt began cumming into
Tina's mouth.  As the first splashes of the hot salty liquid slammed into
her throat, she began cumming herself, squealing around his cock between
gulps.  Her small mouth quickly overflowed with his semen, and it began
spurting from between her lips.

   After a few moments, Paul pushed her head away, and she looked up at him
with a tear-streaked, cum-streaked face.  She could feel droplets of the
sticky liquid sliding down her chin and neck.  She kneeled there, panting
and crying as her fingers continued to slip in and out of her wet pussy.

   She looked up at the towering form of Paul and the smaller Sarah through
a haze of tears.

   "Wow.  That was great," Paul said, rebuttoning his pants.

   Sarah smiled cruelly.

   "And just think, she's all yours for the next week."

   Tom let out a whimper.

   "So what else do I need to know?  Anything I need to know about feeding
her...?"

   Sarah laughed.

   "You can just let her eat from a dog dish like the little bitch she is.
Actually, she's been 'fixed' so she can pretty much feed on anything
organic.  Semen is particularly good for her though - a couple of cupfuls a
day should keep her nice and healthy."

   Tom let out a sobbing groan, which turned into a sobbing gasp.

   "What...?"

   Sarah and Paul both looked down at the little brunette in surprise as
Tom began grunting breathily.  They could see her hand moving beneath her
skirt with each grunt as she looked up at them pitifully, coming again
through tears - first grunting, then high pitched squeals.  Small squishing
sounds accompanied the tableau.

   "Oops," giggled Sarah, "I forgot to turn you off, didn't I?"

   Sarah reached down with two fingers and drew them across Tom's chin,
getting a large glob of Paul's cum.  She then slid them into Tom's mouth,
who sobbed again but slurped them clean.

   "Okay, you can stop now."

   With a gasp, Tom drew his fingers away from his drenched pussy.  It
still tingled, desiring of more attention.

   "You bastards," Tom sobbed, "You'll pay for this..."

   Paul and Sarah looked at each other and smiled.

   "Oh, no," Sarah said, happily.  "I think you'll pay for yourself quite
nicely..."

   Paul managed to hide Tom from everyone else for the rest of the day, and
mostly left her alone, getting her to shower and clean herself up.

   Then as evening came on, he gave Tom his instructions for the evening,
to which Tom responded by bursting into tears and begging Paul for mercy.

   "You know, Tom, my sister is a lesbian now.  She doesn't talk to my
parents any more, and my mother has pretty much withdrawn from the world.
You're talkin' to the wrong guy."

   A few hours later, Tom tried desperately to see through the sheet
covering his sexy little body.  He was totally unable to move, thanks to
commands from Paul.  He could feel his breasts dangling beneath him,
however, and the worst was that he seemed to be in a nearly constant state
of being at least slightly turned on - his pussy was tingling, and he could
feel the cool air on the wetness between his thighs.

   After a few moments, he heard the sound of voices entering the room and
saw shapes moving beyond the sheet.  Every once in a while he would catch a
snatch of conversation, along the lines of:

   "Hey, what's that?"

   "I don't know, Paul said it was a surprise.  I promised to keep anyone
from touching it."

   After what seemed like hours, Tom heard Paul's voice asking the milling
throng for attention.

   "You're probably wondering why I've called you all here tonight..."

   This was met with a resounding affirmative and some laughter.

   "Alright, alright.  Well, gentlemen, we have been given a gift for this
week.  You all know of course of the tragedy that took our brother, Tom,
from us over a month ago."

   Grumbling at that.

   "Well, we have here, on this table, some minor retribution that should
be lots of fun for us!"

   With that, the sheet covering Tom's body was pulled away, revealing her
to be kneeling on all fours on a coffee table.  He was totally naked,
poised as if ready to be entered from behind, with a surprised look in his
cute, nymphlike face, his mouth slightly open, his tongue just barely
sticking out, invitingly.

   Standing around him were forty or fifty of his former fraternity
brothers, looking in awe and shock at the scene before them.

   "My god, she's gorgeous..."

   "What is she, a statue?"

   "...Tina...."

   "Gentlemen, gentlemen.  This here is no statue, it is a living,
breathing girl, and a very attractive one at that."

   Whistles from the crowd.

   "Her name is Tina.  And she is, or rather was, the girl responsible for
Tom's accident."

   Yells of surprise now, punctuated by shouts of disbelief.

   "I'm not kidding.  A...mutual friend with connections managed to get
hold of her.  She is thought to be dead now, and she's been," Tom could
hear the malicious grin in Paul's voice, "fixed."

   "Fixed, how?"

   Tom wasn't sure, but he thought that was David, the president and his
close friend.

   "Well," Paul continued, reaching under Tom's body and stroking a hanging
nipple.  Tom's orders prevented him from responding, but the tingle quickly
filled his body, "she's been made to look like this - she was formerly very
different - in honor of Tom.  Moreover, she has to obey the commands of the
person who...fixed her, and whomever that person passes control to.  Which,
right now, is me.  And we've got her for the next week."

   Now there were distinctly unpleasant grumblings from the crowd.

   David spoke up again.

   "Well, we've got her, but she doesn't seem to do much..."

   "Oh, that's just 'cause I gave her a few commands for the evening. 
Here, watch this, I'll set her free for a minute."

   Paul reached in front of Tom's face and snapped his fingers.

   Suddenly Tom could move!  He jumped up and in his uncontrollably sexy
voice began pleading with the crowd, punctuated by the occasional moan from
Paul's continued stroking, which he couldn't fend off.

   "Please, you...ohhh...you have to help me...you don't know...he...oh,
god...please he isn't telling you..."

   With a snap Tom's free will was gone again and he slowly settled back
into his former position.

   Silence from the crowd.

   "We get her for a week," Paul said, "Anything we want to do to her, as
long as we don't do anything permanently scarring - we couldn't afford the
repair, and I think her real...owner intends to make some money from her.

   "For tonight, I thought we would just fuck her silly.  Don't worry, I've
given her commands that will make her nice and pliant for the evening. 
She'll just love having things stuck in her."

   With that, Paul slipped a finger into Tom's mouth, and he instantly came
alive.  He closed his soft lips around the finger and began caressing it
like a cock.  She groaned in mock (and, horrifyingly, not-so-mock) pleasure
as she sluttishly slurped on it.  He pulled his finger out and Tom
immediately settled back into his former position and expression.

   Now the crowd was talking, laughing, and applauding.

   "It gets better.  She won't want to, but she won't have any choice -
she'll pretty much enjoy anything she's forced to do, and will come at the
drop of a hat.

   "And even better, she's a total virgin."

   Shouts and whistles from the group at that.

   "I thought I would take bids on her pussy and her ass for the first time
from the crowd, to go into the general beer fund before we start the mass
fun.  Who wants to make the first bid?"

   "Twenty!"

   "Fifty!"

   "A Hundred!"

   Tom listened in horror as the crowd bid on the first fuck of his virgin
pussy and...oh god, please no...his tight little ass.

   "Pussy sold to David at seven-fifty!  Bidding on her ass starts now..."

   That bidding finished at eight-hundred, but Tom didn't hear the winner.
He was too busy being terrified as David walked around him and stroked his
body.  Every time he was touched, per Paul's instructions, he basically
purred and moved towards the touch.

   "You ready, David?" Paul asked, breathlessly.

   "Mmm.  You bet.  But hey, can you make her be...normal...for me?  If I'm
paying for this, I want to see what her reaction is to losing her virginity
like this."

   Paul hesitated, but then figuring that Sarah's instructions would still
hold, agreed.

   "T-Tina," Paul said, blinking after almost using the wrong name, "You
get to be you once he starts fucking you.  Afterward, you'll go back to the
origninal instructions.  Don't do anything to embarass me..."

   That last came through a grin, but Tom felt the instructions behind the
joking words.

   "Alright," said David from behind him, "Here goes..."

   A cheer went up from the crowd as Tom heard a zipper unfastened behind
him.  After a few moments of sickening anticipation, he suddenly, for the
first time, felt something both soft and hard press against his pussy lips.
He let out a groan.

   Suddenly he realized he had control again.

   "Jesus, she's soaking wet..."

   He turned his head to look back at his friend David, who stood there
with one hand holding his enormous cock, slowly stroking her wet entrance
with it.

   "D-David," Tom gasped, through the bursts of pleasure coming from his
crotch, "Please, d-don't you don't unh....you don't know what ohhh...I'm
not ohhgg-god..."

   He was losing control as David, with a sadistic grin, thrust his
cock-head just inside her every time she started a sentence.  And every
time, it took away her ability to speak coherently, replacing it with a
lust-filled groan.

   "I cannnngh...please
Iaggg....noooohhhh....T-agh-Toh-gngn-T-Tom....UNGHAHHHH!!!!!"

   As she said the word, David thrust forward viciously.  Tom felt
something tear inside him with a brief flash of pain, and then the
incredible feeling of being filled by David's huge cock.  His eyes went
wide and his sweet mouth began mouthing silently as David moved slowly
inside her.

   "Yup," David said watching her expression, "The little bitch was a
virgin.  And now she's just a little slut!"

   A cheer went up from the crowd as David withdrew his huge cock slowly
from her throbbing pussy, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from Tom.  Tom
watched, mesmerized as the member slid back out of him, covered in his own
juices and a bit of blood.  He couldn't believe the sensations he was
feeling as the cock slid slowly out of his warm fuck-tunnel.

   "Please..." he begged, the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he
stared at David's cock.

   "Please what?" David asked.

   "Please...please," Tom tried to stop the words from coming, "Please put
it back in..."

   There was a surprised pause, and then cheers and laughter.  Paul stared
in shock, and then smiled.

   "You are a little slut now, aren't you?"

   With that, David rammed his cock back into Tom's pussy, and Tina
screamed in uncontrollable pleasure.  She began yelping as he pumped into
her pussy, fucking her for the first time.  Somewhere in the back of her
head, she heard herself yelling, trying to regain control, but wave after
wave of pure sexual pleasure rolled over her, and she was lost.

   After what seemed like forever, she felt something warm blossom in her
belly, and began to finally come down from her sexual frenzy.  Her head
fell forward in exhaustion and she kneeled there panting and whining
breathily.  She could feel sweat cooling on her back and shivered
repeatedly in post-orgasmic bliss.  Her large breasts dangled beneath her,
nipples tingling.

   Then she felt the softening cock of her former friend starting to pull
out of her, and let out an involuntary whimper of dissappointment.

   Tom was suddenly brought back to reality by the laughter from all around
him.

   What was happening to him?

   David let out a groan from behind her.

   "Well, she's certainly tight.  But not a virgin anymore.  You're a great
fuck, girlie."

   Before Tom could respond, David pulled out of her with a pop, and his
body suddenly moved back into its earlier pose, sluttish surprised look and
all.  She could feel cum dripping out of her pussy, hear it hitting the
table with a gentle plop.

   Paul turned to the crowd.

   "Next...?"

   Tom heard someone move around behind him and a zipper open.  He was
unable to even turn and look at who was there, which was all the more
humiliating.

   "Damn, she's got a nice ass!"

   That got hoots and hollers from the crowd.  The voice was familiar, but
he couldn't quite place it.  Tom tried desperately to move, to do anything,
but he couldn't so much as make himself blink.

   Until he felt something press gently against his ass.

   Suddenly his female body was moving, like a machine that had been turned
on.  She began smiling like a complete slut and thrusting her small rear
back at the hardness behind her.  Tom wanted to cry as he heard what was
coming out of his mouth, in his sexy, and very feminine, voice.

   "Ohh, yes, please...fuck my behind...I've never had a cock in my little
ass before - I need it soooo bad!  Please, take my ass-cherry.  Make me
into your little fuck toy..."

   "Jesus she's hot!" The boy behind her, who she still couldn't turn to
look at, slid his cock between her asscheeks and started probing the
outside of her hole.  She began thrusting harder, trying to impale herself
on the cock she could feel at her anal opening.  She felt slick there,
somehow.  And it felt really good.

   "Holy shit!  She's lubricating in her ass!"

   That got a murmur of surprise from the crowd.  Out of the corner of her
eye, Tom could see Paul nodding and smiling.  Apparently he knew about this
already.  Tom could barely focus on that, however, as his new body began
betraying him completely.

   "Ohhhhh...p-please...I need it in my ass...please slide it
in...I...ohhh...I want it...OHHHH!!!!  OHGODOHGODOHGOG-G-G-G!!!"

   Tom's eyes went wide with shock as the cock, which felt like it was the
size of a baseball bat, suddenly plunged to the hilt into her virgin ass.
The pain was great, but it was overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure rushing
along behind it.  Tom was no longer able to even try to resist as his body
started thrusting back at the intruding member.  His voice was reduced to a
high-pitched breathy squeal as he began coming repeatedly.

   He could hear people yelling encouragement, and the person behind him
groaning in pleasure, but it was all lost in the sensations of the cock
sliding smoothly in and out of his ass.  The orgasm kept scaling higher and
higher, till she came with an incoherent shriek.  Somewhere in the back of
his mind, Tom felt the cock behind her begin spurting into his ass, then
pop out and spray over his soft back.

   After a few seconds, the orgasm ended, and suddenly he was moving back
into his statue-like position, cum cooling in a pool near his spine.

   The guy behind him groaned in satisfaction.

   "Hey, why don't you come around and introduce yourself to our little
slut here and let her clean you off," Paul said, grinning evilly. 
Something about his smile made Tom worry even more than just about sucking
on a dick that had been in his ass a few moments ago.

   And as his ass-fucker came into view, a sick feeling came into his
stomach.  He wanted to scream, to kill someone, break something.  But all
he could do was continue crouching there like a slut, cum dripping down the
inside of his shapely female thighs, into his asshole.

   "Hi, you little bitch," the young man said as he maneuvered his
semi-hard, glistening cock toward her mouth, "I'm John, Tom's brother.  I
just joined up here, but I'm glad I did.  Taking your worthless ass was
worth the dues and the other money - I'm just glad I get to help turn you
into the little fuck-toy you're going to be forever for what you did to my
brother.  Now suck my cock, slut."

   With an internal wail of despair, Tom suddenly turned on again, reaching
one small hand up to wrap around his brothers cock.  With wide eyes and a
"fuck-me" grin, she slowly drew her tongue up the underside of John's now
hardening cock and then looked up at her brother.

   "Mmm...as long as you fuck my face with this all night, I'll be your
fuck-toy forever.  And don't worry, I may talk like a slut, and suck cock
like a slut, and take it up the ass like a slut, but I really don't want to
be a slut, underneath.  Too bad for me, huh?  I'm stuck in this slut body,
cumming like a slut, with my slut mouth wrapped around your hard
cock...mmm...forever..."

   Tom groaned as he plunged his mouth around his brother's now rock-hard
cock and began slurping it clean.

   Paul smiled as he turned to the crowd.

   "Gentlemen - the bar is now open."

   Paul yawned as he wandered downstairs.  What a night it had been.  He
had sat back and enjoyed watching the former Tom fuck and suck anything and
everything for hours.  Eventually he went to bed, but the rotating cocks
being shoved into the woman perched on the table had still been going quite
well.

   As he walked into the living room, he laughed at the sight before him.
The room was a mess, beer cans strewn about, amongst other things.  And of
course, Tom.  Apparently, she had been left occupied throughout the night.

   She was still on all fours on the table.  Well, threes, actually, as her
small left hand was pumping the large, cock-shaped dildo someone had found
in and out of her mouth, a sluttish look of pleasure on her face.  Her hair
and skin were covered in copious amounts of slowly drying cum, some of it
still dripping off of her stomach and breasts onto the cum-covered table
below.

   In her pussy was a beer bottle, at least partially filled with cum that
had oozed out of her.  Her ass sported a large feather duster, which swayed
in the air as she thrust her hips back against both implements, as if they
were real lovers.

   "Hey Tina, you can go back to normal now," Paul said.

   Tom collapsed onto the table as if his skeleton had been removed.  He
pulled the dildo out of his mouth and let out a pitiful groaning sob. 
Within a few seconds he was gasping for air as he lay there in a pool of
cum, sobbing uncontrollably.

   Paul noticed he hadn't pulled the items out of his pussy and ass, and
his hips were still bucking slightly at them, unconsciously.  One breast
lay on the table in a pool of cum.  Her nipples were hard.

   "Come on, you little slut.  Get up there."

   Still sobbing, Tom tried to lever himself up as commanded, fell, then
finally pulled himself up.  More cum dripped from the side of her body that
had been lying on the table.

   Paul felt himself getting hard, looking at the incredible sight of the
cute little cum-covered woman, a beer bottle in her pussy and feathers
sticking out of her ass, and felt himself getting hard.  He shook his head
- at this point he figured Tom had better have a little rest.

   "Please..."

   Paul looked at the standing figure in front of him, tears streaming down
her face.

   "Please, I'll do anything...I'll give you anything you want.  Please let
me go."

   Paul laughed.

   "Even if you were mine to let go, you don't have anything to offer me.
Except yourself.  And I've already got that, for now at least."

   Still sobbing, Tom reached down and pulled the beer bottle from his red
pussy with a pop.  A sudden rush of cum followed it out, down her shapely
legs.  As she reached back to pull out the feather duster, Paul cleared his
throat.

   "Why don't you leave that there.  When you go to take a shower in a few
minutes, you can pull it out to go to the bathroom, but then lick it clean
and put it back in - actually why don't you fuck yourself in the face with
it and masturbate till you cum before you put it back in.  You can watch
yourself in the mirror upstairs.  You have to ask someone to take it out
for the rest of the day.  You can fuck your ass with it whenever you feel
like it, though."

   With another moan, Tom's hand fell back to his thigh.

   "Why don't you lick this table clean and then go clean yourself up. 
We'll probably start you on your daily duties in a little bit."

   "N-no...please I..."

   Tom was silenced as his sweet little face plastered itself on the table
and began licking up the cum there.  Paul smiled at her soft sobs over her
slurping sounds.

   The next couple of days went by for Tom in a blur.  He was passed around
between the guys to use as they willed.  Every morning, he went in and woke
up the seniors in whatever way they had requested - which, for the most
part meant sneaking in and sucking on their cocks before they woke up.

   Then beyond that, she became the plaything of the house.  Everyone had
their favorite fantasy, which she became.  For several of the guys she
became a foul-mouthed slut, excruciatingly turned on whenever she was alone
with them, begging them to fuck her in every hole, in every position she
could think of.  For several others she became the innocent angel, sweet
and naive.  For one she was the rape victim - terrified and sobbing, but
she came every time he fucked her.  For another she became a little girl -
twelve or so - so naive that she didn't even understand what was happening
as he reached down her panties to touch her privates.  And yet another one
had him turn into a human doll like that first night - unable to move on
her own, except when a cock was filling a hole.

   Several of them had her take turns with their girlfriends, and one had
her do so without the girlfriend's consent.  He had her tied to his bed
when Tina came in, and then spent the next hour having her lick his
girlfriend's pussy and making her lick Tina's pussy and asshole while he
fucked his girlfriend in whichever hole she chose not to lick on Tina.  His
girlfriend cried the whole time, although she came twice, looking very
surprised both times.

   The most terrifying thing for Tom was that for the duration of the
fantasy, he really became that girl.  He was only vaguely aware that he was
someone else, and couldn't remember till it was over who he really was.  He
felt fear, lust, humiliation...

   The worst for humiliation - the worst for everything - was his brother.
John had just as sick a mind as Tom used to, and now he had an unwilling
but helpless victim to practice on (although not the one he thought).  John
came up with all sorts of rules - the more humiliating the situation was,
the more turned on she became, and she would actively come up with ways to
humiliate herself.  Also, the more she hurt herself, the harder she would
come.  Tom found himself licking his brother's asshole with one hand worked
entirely into his sopping pussy up to the wrist, while he came so hard from
the pain and humiliation that he stopped breathing for several seconds. 
His brother would tell him to forget what had been done to him, which had
an extremely disorienting effect on Tom, since he would forget how he had
become a woman, but couldn't express that he had been a man or that he new
who John was, leaving him confused, terrified and completely humiliated as
he played with his seemingly brand new female body and pleasured his
brother.  He told Tina to fall in love with him, and then humiliated her,
leaving her sobbing and broken before letting her remember the truth.

   What he thought would be the worst day came on Friday.  He had been left
alone for most of the day, which made him nervous.  In the late afternoon,
he walked into his brother's room, and his brother was standing there with
a guest.  Tom stopped and stared in horror.

   "Tina, this is my little brother, Danny.  You're going to take care of
him for the next couple of hours."

   Danny looked nervous - it was certainly obvious that he hadn't been told
what was going on and he stared at the gorgeous Tina, standing there
wrapped in a tight bodysuit.

   "Danny, you wait here, I need to talk to Tina for a minute."

   John took Tina outside his room and closed the door.

   "Tina, you get the honor today of being my little brother's first time.
At least you'll be useful to my family somehow."

   "Please, no...I"

   "Shut up, slut."

   Tina's mouth snapped shut as her eyes filled with tears.

   "Lessee, instructions.  Do anything he wants you to, and be inventive.
You come whenever he does, or whenever you think he wants you to.  Just for
simplicities sake: you're extremely horny, you're very stupid, and you
really want to fuck this guy."

   Tina's brain emptied out and she felt her damp pussy start to trickle
down her thighs.  She smiled and giggled.

   "Go get him, girlie."